With my slave bound nice and tight, I make my last check to his restraints and tell him about my plans for our playtime. I know that he is deeply infatuated with not only feet in general but especially my feet. I plan to explore some new sides of kink by throwing hot belches into his face. He says that burping and gas is not something that he is into but that is going to change today. I lean down and deliver the first huge belch directly into his face and open mouth. I load his hands up with my burp fuel and get to work. Gulping the burp juice, I work up some enormous gas and as it builds, ...

With my slave bound nice and tight, I make my last check to his restraints and tell him about my plans for our playtime. I know that he is deeply infatuated with not only feet in general but especially my feet. I plan to explore some new sides of kink by throwing hot belches into his face. He says that burping and gas is not something that he is into but that is going to change today. I lean down and deliver the first huge belch directly into his face and open mouth. I load his hands up with my burp fuel and get to work. Gulping the burp juice, I work up some enormous gas and as it builds, I let my slave know that I will not tolerate his rejection to my gas. I want him to know what I smell like on the inside as well as on the outside. He will be assisting me with my burp training, and if he doesn't then he will never see my feet again. I notice that he has been getting lazy with my beverages and spilling them, so I ensure to my burp slave that I will have to punish him with some wet burps. I bounce up and down to shake up the bubbles and build a massive belch when my slave says that he doesn't like me burping in his face. This just drives me more wild with desire to make him like it. I shoot a belch right down my slaves nagging throat and take a seat right on him. Shoving my feet into his face and asking what the scent difference is, makes him feel a bit better about the situation. I shove my feet into his mouth and let him know that for every burp, he may suck on my feet. I consider this a fair training tool. Belch after belch, I drive him deeper into the burping fetish. He is starting to like it more than he is willing to admit so I just keep going. Louder and louder, longer and longer burps start boiling out of my stomach. It's not long before he admits to how hot I make such a disgusting fetish. Not to mention... he doesn't want to loose access to my gorgeous feet. Upon finishing with him, I leave him there with the scent of my feet and burps in his mask. Could you handle being my burp slave?