Людські меблі, пукати і муки шкарпетки

I enter into my home and my slave awaiting me. Without acknowledging him, I blast a fart into his face. I'm going to use the tiny bitch as my chair and him with the scent of my farts and my feet. I push his face into the floor to put him in position, sit down on his back and take off my shoes. I remark on his sweaty and stinky my shoes must be as I place them in front of his nostrils to inhale. He is disgusted but has no choice but to sniff up their fragrance. Next, I peel my moist socks off of my sweat soaked feet and shove them into his mouth. Now he gets to swallow up all the moisture that made my shoes so smelly. He gags on them but now he is to breathe through his nose, so he is stuck sniffing up my shoes at the same time. I give him more to smell when I get up and fart right up his nose again and gags more. It upsets me that he isn't more grateful for my gifts. I get my phone and settle down to relax on his back while he wimpers and gags more.