Story: Fartface - Piggy's Punishment

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—Another part in the Fartface story, it's also a direct follow-up to Keitaro's Naughty Dream—

A pleasant aroma wafted from the kitchen as Asha prepared herself a snack, grilling some bread and heating up beans in sauce. Lost in thought, she was debating whether to bake a few cakes for this weekend’s party or take the easy route and order them from the bakery. 

"Nah," she thought, giving the pot a casual stir. “I’ll just order from Crusty Creek, that new pastry shop in Gibbs Hill. Too much work, plus their cheesecake is fucking delicious. Also, erm, I’d rather avoid another fire incident this time.” 

She glanced out the window. The sky was clear and sunny; it was noonish, and the heat was beginning to rise.  

As she turned her head to get a better look outside, she caught sight of Keitaro, still tied up to the barstool. He was exactly where she had left him a couple hours ago. His jaw rested on the seat, his eyes were closed, he almost seemed to be napping.  

“Oh, lil’ piggy! I almost forgot you were there—you’re so quiet,” she chuckled, covering her mouth. 

“C-can you please untie me... Mistress?” he asked in a half-bored tone. 

“Huh? And miss the highlight of your punishment? No chance, boy!” She shook her head and focused back on her meal.  

She sliced some mushrooms and sautéed them with some garlic and herbs as a side dish. Then, she plated the bread and beans, added the garlic mushrooms, and took a satisfied breath. Feeling quite hungry, she quickly carried her plate over to the bar, and placed it right in front of where Keitaro was bound. 

“It smells really good, Ash. Can I get some of that... Please?” He pleaded. 

“Oh, you’ll definitely get some... Now, be a nice little barstool and shut the fuck up!” She replied before casually sitting down right where he'd been resting his head moments ago.  

She settled comfortably on the stool. Her ass was now all he could see, directly in front of his face. Because she wasn’t sure exactly how close, she wiggled her bum backwards till she felt his warm breath through her jeans. 

“Ah, perfect!” She sighed. “You may kiss it if you want, piggy.” 

Almost immediately, a small pressure on her backside was felt. He was sniffing and kissing her ass like a shameless eager animal. As she’d anticipated, leaving him bored and tied up for a few hours made him utterly uninhibited and obedient.  

"Bravo. Now listen, if you're a very, very good boy, I might give you a little taste of my snack." 

She took a bite of her food, savoring it with exaggerated relish, letting out some satisfied hums.  She proceeded to eat slowly, enjoying every bite and purring noisily, fully aware of the little show she was putting on for him. Meanwhile, he was kissing and nuzzling her derriere.  

After a few minutes, she finally took a small piece of toast, lightly dabbed it in the sauce, and held it just out of his reach. 

"Want some?" She taunted, waggling it in front of him. 

"Yes, please," he murmured, his eyes brightening. 

She thrust her butt in his face, tightened her muscles and unleashed a loud, smelly fart right in his face.  

“Oops!” She giggled, laughing as she looked back at his scrunched-up expression. “It’s the beans making me gassy. Anyway, as you should know, piggies only get leftovers.”  

She wiggled on the barstool back and forth to better diffuse the fragrance. He groaned softly, clearly flustered but still obedient.  

“...Thank you, Mistress,” he muttered softly. 

“That’s a very good piggy,” she said, reaching back and giving him an approving pat on the head.  

Then, she conspicuously put the bite she’d pretended to give him in her mouth, eating noisily as he waited, bound to the stool, with a mixture of what she imagined was disappointment and resignation. While she was finishing her plate, she couldn’t feel any devotion to her magnificent posterior anymore.  

“Aww, what’s wrong? are you done?” She turned back, giving him a playful but firm look, arching an eyebrow.  

In a swift motion, she reached back, grabbed the back of his head with her right hand and proceeded to shove his face right between her buttocks. A loud smack resonated through the kitchen but, luckily for him, she imagined it wasn’t too painful as was wearing stretchy, lightweight jeans, fitting for the hot summer day. 

He groaned as she held him there, pressing his head deeper, rocking left to right. In the meantime, she continued to push harder and harder as if she was trying to mold his face into her ass. Rocking her hips back and forth with vigor, his noggin was like trapped in a smelly vice. At the same time, feeling his hot, humid breath on her crotch made her giggle. 

“Mmmh, yes, now that's where you belong," she murmured, before releasing her hold to let him catch his breath. 

He immediately went for seconds and faceplanted his head again into her butt, nearly toppling her over. “Easy there,” she blurted, caught by surprise and letting out a hearty chuckle. “Gee, you’re really hooked, aren’t you?” 

This whole treatment plan was working better than she’d imagined; she could scarcely believe how quickly she had turned him into a slobbering submissive minion. Naughty thoughts began swirling in her mind —How far could she push him? to what depths of submission would he debase himself for her? 

She snapped out of her devious train of thought and refocused her mind, she needed to keep her eyes on the ball. Some great development came to light; indeed, it was a very fortunate event that she recently managed to identify precisely the root of Keitaro's condition. And she had the cure... 

“Okay that’s enough,” she said firmly before standing up. 

She prepared a couple toast with the rest of mushrooms and beans and hand-fed them to him, grinning as he eagerly devoured them.

“Know what? I feel like chilling out on the patio,” she announced brightly, crouching down to untie him from the barstool. 

He remained silent the whole time, letting her guide him to a new spot on the patio, in the noonday sun. She finally made him kneel besides her while she settled into a comfy lawn chair. 

“Head down, eyes on the floor,” she barked fiercely, giving the back of his head a light clap. 

The sun was relentless at this hour, bearing down on her with a heat that left her sweating profusely. She fanned the air near her face using her hand in a futile attempt to cool off. The beans from earlier were wreaking havoc in her gut, making her bloated and gassy. 

With a sharp sigh, her body tensed, and she involuntarily passed some nasty, putrid gas. The stench spread quickly, blanketing the entire area. She groaned, disgusted by her own toxic creation. 

“Eww. That’s a rotten ass—”, Keitaro blurted out, gagging. 

In one swift movement, her hand shot out, grabbing his hair in a firm grip. “Did I give you permission to speak, piggy?” she hissed. “Don’t make me sit on your face and force the next one down your throat!” 

“Make yourself useful instead, and lick the sweat off these juicy feet,” she added in a sneering tone, shoving him toward her outstretched foot. 

He went to town promptly, licking and sucking the foot she presented to him like a tasty treat. It tickled, the stimulating sensation danced up her leg, making her titter uncontrollably. She smirked, leaning back in her chair as she watched him work. 

“Good boy,” she chuckled, before propping her other foot in front of him. “You missed a spot, though... Right here!” She pounced and grabbed his head again, guiding him forcefully to her heel. His lips latched onto it greedily.  

“Mmmh, yeah suck it like an ice cream bar,” she said, moving his head back and forth in a slow cadence. He was truly doing a fine job, opening his mouth as big as he could and using plenty of tongue to give it a good polish. 

A moment passed, and she finally leaned back with a satisfied sigh. He’d proven his devotion today, and after all he had endured, a reward was due. 

“Good job, piggy!” she exclaimed, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Well, now that my feet are all slimy and lubricated, let me show you exactly what I can do with them. Come over here,” she said, motioning him toward a nearby ottoman. 

After removing his boxer shorts, she made him sit down on the floor, his back against the ottoman. She then moved around it and took a seat, legs spread out right behind him, scooting forward till his head was roughly resting on her crotch. She noticed he was already hard as a rock, so she went ahead and lifted both her legs to wrap her feet around his dick. 

In a skillful and practiced manner, she started to manipulate Keitaro's erect member using her feet. It wasn’t her first rodeo; she had pleasured many boys using this technique. The drool applied earlier by all the licking and sucking created a slick surface on her skin acting as an improvised lubricant, allowing her feet to glide effortlessly up and down his shaft. 

"Huh," she thought out loud. "I wonder how long you'll last." 

Keitaro's breathing was heavy, his body tensing under her touch. Asha could already see the struggle in his body language, the battle within to not come too quickly. She leaned forward, her voice taking on a teasing tone. 

"How about this? If you don't nut for the next minute, I'll suspend your punishment," she teased him, her feet still moving in a rhythmic motion. 

He looked back and gritted his teeth, his face contorted in a mix of pleasure and pain. Asha watched him intently, her smile growing wider as she saw the signs of his approaching release. 

"Thirty seconds left," she stated after a while, not really making an effort to measure the time accurately. 

To up the challenge, she switched her grip and bent backwards to give her more leverage. Her feet moved much faster now and in a fuller range of motion. The friction on his shaft was building up to a crescendo, he started to shake and groan. 

"Ten seconds... nine... eight... seven... six..." Asha counted down casually, her voice oozing with confidence in her impending victory. 

In a sudden burst, his body jerked violently, his head shot back and he groaned loudly as he cummed in great quantity on the floor. Her feet slowed to a stop, and she leaned forward, resting her breast on his exposed face with a triumphant grin. 

"Looks like you lost," she said, amused. "...Or maybe you won, it depends on the point of view, I guess.” 

With a sigh, Asha slid off the ottoman and stood up. "Ugh, I'm going to wash the cum off my feet and change into something more comfortable, the heat's killing me. Stay here, piggy.” 

“Yes, Ma’am...” He blurted out with a mix of enthusiasm and weariness in his voice. 

Moments later, she came back in her cute orange stripped bikini and, without acknowledging him, settled down on a lounge chair. 

“Massage my feet, they’ve been hard at work!” She ordered. 

As he began to fondle her feet again, this time with his hands, Asha closed her eyes, letting out a contented sigh. The blistering sun offered a warm and pleasant cocoon. In the meantime, the gentle pressure of his fingers, the soothing strokes and the occasional kissing greatly relaxed her. 

"Hmm, this is nice... you’re pretty good at this," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.  

Asha’s mind wandered... Her thoughts drifted to Chadley, a tall blond athletic dude she met lately at one of Himiko’s party. She recalled the scent of his cologne, his cute smile, his broad and muscular shoulders. A slight smile played on her lips as she imagined him in Keitaro's place. 

Her hands drifted down to her thighs, and she started to caress herself. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she touched herself, the sensation building with each caress. Her fingers moved with increasing intensity, fondling her breast with one hand and rubbing her clitoris with the other. The sensations mingled, overpowering her, making her incredibly wet. 

Meanwhile, Keitaro kept the massage going, but she knew he was distracted. She could sense his eyes on her, watching her every move with obscene lust. 

"Put your head here, I wanna use your face as a footrest," she said, her voice husky with desire. 

 She watched him stop the massage and position himself at the bottom of the lounge chair. 

She raised both her legs up so he could take his place, and then slammed her feet on his face with a loud smack. He immediately started to lick the soles of her feet; a nice initiative on his part.  

Her hands, in the meantime, moved with increased intensity, and she felt her body starting to tense up. She was on the brink of a climax, and the thought of Chadley, combined with Keitaro's attention to her feet, quickly pushed her over the edge.  

Her whole body shuddered as she came, a loud moan escaping her lips. Unwittingly, she also pressed her feet hard on his head. Waves of pleasure after waves of pleasure. A liquid was spurting out, through her hand, she appeared to be squirting in abundance.  

Finally, the intense sensation receded and she laid there still for a moment, catching her breath, getting back to earth before opening her eyes again. 

"Oh, I think I've made a bit of a mess," she sighed with a mischievous grin. 

With a fluid motion, Asha stood up, moved past Keitaro and leant forward on the patio’s guardrail, presenting her juicy backside to him. 

 "Come over here and clean me up, piggy. I'm feeling a bit sticky," she said, her tone playful yet commanding. 

His eyes widened as he took in the sight before him. Her naked ass was glistening with a mixture of sweat and her own juices, a testament to the intense orgasm she had just experienced. Without a word, he plunged forward using his hands and knees, and propelled his face right between her cheeks vigorously.  

Holding the guardrail steady, she gasped but wasn’t ultimately fazed by his eagerness. 

Compliant and committed, his tongue darted out, and he began to thoroughly lick her pussy and ass clean. Asha paid no attention to him and proceeded to bask in the sun.