You're looking up at my big ass from the floor again, aren't you? Just where you belong. I'm putting on makeup in preparation for a super fun party I've been invited to. You? You're desperately awaiting all the gas I have to get out of my body before I go. Your role in my life is a fart slave. You inhale gas and thank me for it. Nothing more. You are in a tight chastity device with no chance to experience any sexual pleasure from this. It is a job after all. Put your face in my ass cheeks while I ignore you and let loose fart after fart into your nose and mouth. You are in heaven as I describe how you're going to be ignored later. You have to drive me to the party and wait in the car the entire night while I dance and have fun with friends. You'll miss the scent of my farts while I'm gone. It makes you emotional to think about. But I won't give a second thought to you at all. You're nothing to me.