Zephyr. This 5'10 foot tall pile of shit is a rather inane pet to say the least. He is quite vocal in terms of voicing his distaste of his master. It is very clear he hates his life as a pet and I wouldn't have it any other way for this pest. The sounds of his suffering fill me with joy and I love every minute of it. As nice as it sounds, it can be utterly infuriating at times. He frequently speaks out of turn and never seems to know when to shut the hell up. Even when I give him extra smelly gas and have him huff it all up like a vacuum he still does not learn. I'll plop my balls on his snout force him to choke on the musk and still no lesson learned. How am I to train a creature that refuses to learn from harsh discipline? Perhaps a new approach is in order, one more physical.
I storm into the room where the cages holding my pets are stored. Today was "its" turn. The thing looks up to me as I stomp up to its cage. He sits on his knees while his hands are bound behind his back with cuffs to disallow use of them. His once white, red and blue furred face now a putrid faded gray from a combination of lack of proper sustenance and hefty use under my plump blue rump. A very fitting look for something lower than dirt itself.
I open up his cage up wide and reach inside to yank the bitch out by the scruff of his neck, knowing he will not listen to a verbal command and stand him up. "Today's your 'lucky' day, slave." I tell the thing with a scowl. It responds by spitting directly in my face, "Fuck you!" he replies. My rage burned inside me, being mistreated by a lowly pet is something that I will never tolerate.
I ball my fist up and clench my fingers tightly as I ram my fist directly into his gut, knocking the air right out of his lungs. The thing once known as "Zephyr" wheezed as he fell to the ground and onto his knees, whining in agony. "You do NOT speak unless spoken to!" I scream at it. My other pets all winced in fear of my roaring tone. Zephyr coughed and hacked as it tried to recover from its master's blow to the abdomen, angering him so.
He was met with a swift kick to the chest that knocked him down onto his back. "Did I give you the right to cough?" I yell at him rhetorically. The thing does not make noise this time. Good. "Sit up!" I scream at it. It does not move, instead laying down in defiance. "I said sit up, unless you want me to stomp your ribs in!" The putrid pet begrudgingly obeys and gets up onto his knees. I reach down and grab him by the ears and pull him back, forcing him to lean back. His eyes focus on my nude butt as I turn it towards his direction.
"Time for another 'lesson' pet." I spoke to the creature as I drop my ass down on his face with my full weight, using him as a living chair. The pet is forced is keep upright by nothing other than his sheer will and what little strength he has. "Don't you dare think about falling, unless you want something worse than the smell of my beautiful ass." I threaten him. He shakes and wobbles violently as he struggled to hold me, feeble whimpers exit his mouth as his muscles no doubt ached from my abuse. I decide to quicken his inevitable demise by giving him some of my hot luxray fumes.
BRRLLLLPPT! A hazy muffled fart ruptured out of my bowels and into my slaves face for him to consume. His whimpers turned to faint yells as my stench defiled his mouth. The wobbles now heavily swaying, on the verge of tipping over at any moment. "You had better swallow that fart runt, or so help me-" right before I was able to finish my sentence, the bitch finally collapsed backwards flat on the ground with a loud thud with me still sat on top. It's one thing to speak out of turn, but to interrupt me? You might as well ask for a death sentence.
"You just don't learn do you!" I screech at it, pelting him with a sultry: BRRRNNNNTT! For him to suck down and dwell in his gut. Still, the mutt yelled from beneath my bum as if it helped him at all. I reached my hand into the air, balling it back up into a fist and slamming it directly in the middle of his stomach. I managed to hit him hard enough to spit up the gas that was left in his lungs and gut, now having the misfortune of having to inhale it instead of ingesting it.
Will this thing never learn? Will he forever be disobedient? My mind began to grow weary, not even all of my pets combined was as difficult as this one once-wolf. He has both physically and mentally exhausted me every time I attempt to domesticate him. Facesitting, musk, farts, punching, kicking, insults, threats, and hell, even spitting on the damn brat does nothing. Is it so wrong to want your pet to behave properly? I have since lost any joy in persecuting this mutt any further. It does nothing but infuriate me and I can no longer tolerate it.
I stand up off his face and look down on him, he has now earned a punishment I have yet to give to any of my pets. I reach down to grab the pest and drag the miserable creature by the scruff of his neck out of the room and down the hall. I walk up to a large metal security door at the end of the hallway. I glance over at the keypad located next to the door and put in the 5 digit password "S-A-L-E-M" the keypad confirms the password and the metal door slides open. I drag the shit-stain of a pet inside to where I housed my only feral pet. Salem.
The lights automatically switch on as the doors opened to reveal the giant red beast chained to the floor. A dragon. His snout chained tightly shut, his wings wrapped in metal netting and his mythical headquarters permanently raised in the air, presenting his buttocks and anus at all times for easy access. I walk over to Salem's dry cum covered head with the bitch in hand and peer down at my massive dragon. A look of worried excitement on his face in the presence of his master. "Well my dear Salem. I have quite the gift for you today." I tell my beast. He flinches waiting for a fart, as normally I would plop down on his nose and rip some monstrous gas bombs for him to huff, but not today. "Oh no boy, not that kind of gift." Salem opens his eyes slowly and looks at me with a look of curiosity. I bring the disgusting wolf into his view. "THIS kind of gift." Salem's face lights up with joy at the sight of a being other than I. He knows what gift this is. His own little fart rag.
You see, Salem was not allowed to fart. He is ordered to hold in each one no matter what and feral dragons are naturally gassy creatures. Salem has weeks of pressure in his intestines from built up gas waiting to be released and now he finally has permission to release it. I drag the mutt around to the backside of the dragon where I keep a unique pair of giant metal chain "panties." I pick up the panties and put the slaves ankles and wrists in the clamps of the panties to secure him. His body acting as the back part. I throw the chains over Salem's fat ass and pull the bitch into position with his face pressed harshly inside the dragons greedy tail hole. The perfect spot for it.
I walk over to Salem's head again. "Now my pet, I have only one order for you. Let out all that nasty built up gas in you into your new rag." I command him. A wicked grin spread across my dragon's face as he gladly obeyed. PPBBBRRRAAAAAARRRTT! A blaring sulfuric explosion buffeted the rag with hurricane like winds. I could hear the filthy wolf's wailing and crying from the other side. I lean down and pet my feral pet on his snout. "That's a good boy Salem! Don't show that rag any mercy." I tell him. The dragon purrs at his masters kind words. It wasn't every day master praised his pets. I stand up and walk out of the room, closing the lights on my way out and securing the door shut. The deafening noise of Salem's farts were heard around the house alongside the rotten wolf's cries for the entire week. The following week however, the cries fell silent while the farts persevered.