Princess Diss lounged on her throne, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. Today, she seemed to be particularly gassy - each fart erupting from her delicate form with abandon. You are her servant, and she has decided to make you eat her morning farts.

With a flick of her wrist, she summoned you closer. The scent hit your nostrils like a wall of thick fog, burning your eyes and making you gag. But you had no choice but to stay there, face hovering just inches from the source of this torment.

The sound of her farts reverberated through the room, each one louder and clearer than ...

Princess Diss lounged on her throne, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. Today, she seemed to be particularly gassy - each fart erupting from her delicate form with abandon. You are her servant, and she has decided to make you eat her morning farts.

With a flick of her wrist, she summoned you closer. The scent hit your nostrils like a wall of thick fog, burning your eyes and making you gag. But you had no choice but to stay there, face hovering just inches from the source of this torment.

The sound of her farts reverberated through the room, each one louder and clearer than the last. And yet, despite the discomfort and humiliation, you couldn't help but feel a strange desire stirring within you - to be trained as her toilet, to become a part of her royal entourage. As you stood there, stomach churning, you knew that Princess Diss held all the power over you and your fate.