My slave is starting to take the farts I give him for granted. He's getting too comfortable and finding arousing in the stenches he breathes in because that is the closest thing to touching a Goddess as he will ever get. That is hugely problematic for a slave, as no sexual pleasure is to be derived by the slave during any acts of service to me. He can't just go around expecting me to fart on him like a reward. Sniffing my gas is a duty and a privilege. To enforce this rule, I am promising my slave regular whippings as a prerequisite to any farts he is allowed to inhale. The idea is to put him into great pain before sniffing farts so that he cannot associate the act of sniffing my farts as a pleasant one. Trying this new regimen on my slave proves to be hilarious yet frustrating. He is just so weak. He is in tears from my slapping his face before I even lay the whip on him at all, and is almost instantly squirming for mercy. I am so much bigger than him and my presence is intimidating as he shrinks into the corner of the wall and cowers as I lash him. When I'm satisfied, I allow him one fart to sniff before its back to the whipping. I continue this process twice more, but I give him more farts each time. He is learning to concentrate solely on inhaling the gas instead of being distracted by sexual arousal. After my third round of whipping, I spread my ass to give him one last fart that turns out to make a big mess on his face. Oops!! It looks like I really have to go. I make the slave carry me like a little pony to the toilet with the mess all over his face. It's feeding time!