You get to serve me in a unique way: by kneeling behind me and breathing in my farts. I’m standing in front of a mirror wearing a leopard-print dressing gown, which I pull up to reveal my ass at the level of your face. Even though this is so degrading, I know you love it. For several minutes I tease you by talking about how smelly my farts are and how humiliating your task of inhaling them is. Finally, I let a little fart out, and then a couple more, taunting you and telling you that all of the air you breathe comes from my asshole from now on.