Oh, you pathetic little FART SNIFFER , how does it feel to be nothing more than my personal panty, wrapped around my fat ass, your face pressed tight against my dirty hole? You grovel at my feet, tongue out, begging for my filth, and I use you like the worthless piece of fabric you are. Every fart that escapes my ass vibrates through the string, filling your nostrils with my stink and reminding you of your place beneath me. You’re not even worthy of my direct attention; you’re just a tool to catch my gas and soak up my filth. This is your life now—breathing in my farts, tasting my filth, and living in constant humiliation.