My slave gets to be in the presence of my amazingly beautiful leather-clad ass, but must pay a price. Experiencing my farts through my leather pantsÂ—TOILET slave heaven!I am stunning in my tailored leather pants, but even more amazing when I take them off. The slave is ordered to attend my ass as I squat down to make a deposit of my exquisite shit in front of his nose. The smell of my shit permeates his lungs as the golden treasure is slowly extruded by the perfection that is my ass. But I am not done. There are gasses still in my body that my slave is privileged to breath in.Then, having made my deposit, and in my infinite mercy, I climb up on my knees to the couch and give the pig permission to clean my body with its tongue. You get to see me on my hands and knees from behind, my pussy and asshole framed by the softly undulating curves of my unbelievable ass, almost as if you were a man. Then, because the slave has such a poor record of consumption, I pull up my pants and put it on its back to feed it manually. I cover the pervertÂ’s faceÂ—both mouth and noseÂ—in plastic wrap so that the subhuman will get the full benefit of my healing shit. Having generously replaced the ugly face of the slave with something more attractiveÂ—my shitÂ—I offer it one final kindness: I get back on the sofa on my hands and knees and allow the slave to smell my farts through my leather pants. The sound of my farts and sadistic laughter form a slave symphony. The unappreciative slave tries to pull away but I, in my infinite wisdom, already have him in a dog leash and collar.