Right after that command was issued, Pig said, “Ohhhhhhhhhhh, wow!” Apparently, he appreciated Bonnie’s tongue fucking. Bonnie was moaning out loud, most assuredly for Pig’s benefit to encourage him to like it even more. Marcel just watched his pet in action.
Louise upped the ante, “Now listen to me carefully you ass sucking bitch. I am telling you right now not to stop deep tongue fucking Pig’s asshole no matter what happens. Even if you think the world’s comin’ to an end, you just go right on into oblivion fucking his asshole with your tongue without a moment’s hesitation until you either die, or I stop you. Capiche? Don’t stop or slow down, but let me know you understand me by moaning ‘mmmm…hmmmm’. You got that?”
Bonnie acknowledged her comprehension and intent to comply by moaning ‘mmmm…hmmmm’.
“Good, girl. Gooooood girl. Now then, here’s where the rubber meets the road sweetie. Remember I told you that Pig has a special talent? Well as it turns out, he has more than one. He has another, what some would call an ‘unusual’ ability. Mr. Pig here can literally fart on demand. No matter where he is or what he’s doing, he can let one rip that would embarrass a cow. Would you have believed that such a talent actually exists? Hmmmm; I wonder what would happen if he farted right now? I mean while you’re vigorously fucking his asshole with your tongue. I’m sure that would humiliate and embarrass the hell out of our Pig here. Hey! I just had a thought! You can’t stop tongue fucking him, no matter what unless I say so, right? I wonder what would happen if he just happened to fart while you’re shoving your tongue deep in his asshole? What would that even sound like? What would it smell like? What would you do, Bonnie? I wonder. Hmmmmmm. Remember how I said I love to humiliate him?”
Bonnie was about ready to run from the room. What the orange-haired Dominatrix was suggesting was beyond the pale of human dignity. But Bonnie knew this was a test. What if Louise was merely bluffing? What if Pig really can’t do it? What if she wouldn’t really ask him to? What if Marcel stopped this whole charade? A thousand things rushed through her mind in anticipation but Bonnie continued her abhorrent task non-stop.
Then Louise spoke the magic words, “Pig, don’t say a word. ESPECIALLY don’t say no. Your Mistress Louise is giving you a direct order and I expect it to be immediately obeyed. I want you to give me the nastiest, long-lasting, juiciest fart you’ve ever produced in your life RIGHT NOW! Do you hear me? I said right now!”
Pig knew he had to obey. She owned him. She had humiliated him hundreds of times before but never anything like this. He loved what this lovely woman was doing to him, and now he was ordered to ruin everything. He wanted to show his heartfelt appreciation to Bonnie, not debase her and himself in the process. He sucked in a deep breath and pressed on his diaphragm to follow his command. A deep, low resonant fart began escaping from his bowels and around Bonnie’s tongue. Pig pressed harder, forcibly exhausting his flatulence with effluence. Bonnie’s eyes shot wide open like saucers. Her worst nightmare had just become reality. After everything that had already transpired, if she quit now, it will all have been for nothing. The stench reeked horrendously. She thought back to the diaper changes again, barely hanging onto her resolve by a mere thread. Those thoughts didn’t help much now. But she simply wouldn’t give Louise the satisfaction of failing her Master and not proving worthy of his ownership. She ‘girded her loins’ and held fast with tenacity.
Bonnie shocked the three in the room. She began moaning even louder as he passed gas for over ten seconds, moving her head back and forth with passion, plunging her tongue into its prize for all she was worth. She thought for a moment that she might pass out. She wanted to cry but had been told not to.
“My goodness, Pig.” Louise chanted. “I believe you’ve outdone yourself. It appears as though you have sprayed wet putrid diarrhea all over this kind woman’s face and into her mouth while she was trying to pleasure you as a special favor. How inconsiderate!” Louise couldn’t see but, although Pig was forbidden to speak or make a sound, tears ran down his face in shame of himself and compassion for this kind woman. Marcel’s heart leaped in his chest, moved with pride for his consort. She was earning his respect in spades every moment she continued.
“Alright, alright” Louise confounded. “That’s enough of that. Pig has acted so poorly that he no longer deserves your kind attention to his asshole. You may withdraw, Bonnie, here” she said as she handed her a damp washcloth. “Wipe that shit off your face for goodness sake.” Bonnie did as directed and stood proudly by the bedside believing that her ordeal was now over.
Pig was sweating now, well, like a pig. Being the recipient of such an intimate thing had elevated his metabolism coupled with the humiliation he’d suffered worse than at any previous time pushed him into overdrive. Sweat was coalescing and running down the sides of his naked body.
“You surprised me, Bonnie” announced Louise. “I thought surely you would desert your post for a while there. I’m sure Pig appreciated your dedication to your task. But we haven’t even addressed his reward for being a good boy yet. He’s lucky you didn’t run from the room. A lesser sub would have. But now it’s time he receives what he’s been waiting so long for. Tell me Pig, how long has it been since your pathetic dicklet has been inside a woman’s mouth?”
“I’m not exactly sure Mistress,” Pig supplied, “somewhere between fifteen and twenty years.”
“That long? Wow! That’s a long time! And have you missed the feeling of a warm mouth pleasuring your tiny penis, Pig?”
“More than you could know, Mistress” he advised.
“Well, why don’t we see if we can do something about that right now, shall we?” Louise looked over at Bonnie once more and said, “Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re gonna mount the overgrown tub of lard in the sixty-nine position and freely feed him your pussy while you suck his penis. I’d never call his pitiful thing a dick and most definitely not a cock. It’s a penis or a pud and that’s all it will ever be. When I say ‘go’, you will dig out his pud from underneath its well-concealed hiding place. It’s there, I promise you, but even though your face has been buried in his crack for a long time, you still haven’t even seen the pitiable thing yet. He’s a grower, not a show-er, so you’ll have to encourage the timid turtle to come out of its shell.”
Louise continued, “We’re gonna have a little contest here, and the winner will receive their reward. Whichever one of you makes the other one cum first is the winner. As soon as the first person cums, ALL oral sex stops immediately. If Pig makes you cum Bonnie, you stop sucking him right away and do not finish him. His reward will not be an orgasm. The reverse is also true. Pig will stop eating your pussy and will not get to finish you off, the moment he starts to cum. Bonnie, if you win, I have my own small reward to gift you with, but your main reward will come from your Master.”