I’m back in PA for the holidays and it’s impossible to get much time alone here. So I haven’t cum in over a week. Which is nothing compared to before, but right now, I am unbelievably horny.
My thoughts have been fixated on two topics… one, urinal training, I’ve talked about a lot before. The other is something I have never mentioned on here, because it is really embarrassing for me… Another somewhat significant part of my slavery was fart torture/training.
It was my own “fault” that this was heavily incorporated. I mentioned it early on as a curiosity based on a past D/s online convo. I spoke to a Dom that was really into It, and he talked about doing it with me, but we never met up, because I didn’t feel totally great about him or trust him. The super humiliating seeds were planted though. The first message @jimpdx sent me was incredibly aggressive/intense/intriguing.. I felt comfortable sharing this curiosity almost immediately. To this day, I still feel comfortable sharing every thought with him, no matter what. I think you can get a sense for who most people are pretty quickly, and he has been someone safe and trustworthy who I’ve felt connected to since day one… And we’ve only built from there. For better, and in this case, for “worse” I’m an open book with Him. :P
There are two main ways this form of submission typically played out. One was more passive; I could be nuzzling his crotch, or watching tv, sitting on the floor, between his legs when he would let one rip. He would then hold me especially close, and maybe smirk, but otherwise had no reaction at all. I would always be expected to say “thank you” for the honor of receiving these. He’d reply with “you’re welcome” or “mmhmm” and then nothing else. He’d continue unfazed while I’d spend the next 5 minutes with my mind reeling from how casually this all happened and how suddenly and casually the differences in our positions were made clear.
These were tough to deal with because of how surprising and random they were. It wasn’t uncommon for me to spend 3-4 hours nuzzling or watching tv with him. Literally any second the calm could be disrupted by torture.. furthermore, some nights it’d never happen, and others it’d happen more than a dozen times. My mind couldn’t ever really prepare for this form of submission, and I enjoyed knowing that my only job was to go along on the ride.
The other form this training took was what I would consider more active. This is when he would sit down on my face, fart directly on my nose, and the entire focus was on this form of submission.
This is how I was first introduced to this torture. I was under a rimchair and had finished rimming him and giving him an orgasm. I was left alone downstairs for about 15 minutes, still under the rimchair. Suddenly I hear the basement door open and he was hurrying back downstairs. He quickly sits on my face, in his jeans, and ripped a very loud fart. He started laughing, and said “I made that just for you!” Before returning upstairs. This is how most of the more active training went. If I was laying at his feet in a sleepsack, and he suddenly got up from the couch to squat over my nose, I knew what was coming. Almost without fail, if his ass was suddenly in my face, but he still had pants of some sort on, I knew exactly what was coming. In this way, these experiences were much more predictable than the more “passive” ones, but these tended to be the more intense scenes for me. There was no escape and no way out from these. While escape from any submission would be discouraged with punishment, I was technically free to stop nuzzling or to move away in the more passive moments. In these situations, the decision was already made, and it was decided that I was going to be in the most difficult place to be. That I was going to squirm. That it was going to be funny, and good for a laugh and some entertainment.
I’m writing this because A) I am in a very squirmy, submissive mood, as mentioned earlier… But also because B) this was a somewhat large aspect of my slave identity that I was permitted to conceal due to embarrassment… But I am really not embarrassed any more about anything I was willing to submit to for Him. Is it deeply humiliating? Absolutely. All the power here stems from that control of my humiliation. But probably not much more humiliating than being a human urinal or diaper slave which I’ve previously discussed at length… so there it is :) I am not ashamed of this service… And am, as always, eternally grateful.
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