This idea came about as a particularly exciting dream I had after a stint of abstaining from sex or jerking off. It's pretty rushed, and probably not the best to read, but I hope you guys enjoy it!

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I had just moved to the city about a week prior. All my friends were back where j came from, my job was almost entirely remote so I didn't really know my coworkers, and my family was all spread out across the country. All this to say; I was lonely and bored. So naturally, it took me no time at all to download Tinder and start looking for some casual and meaningless sex.

I matched with Sarah pretty quickly. She wasn't exactly my type, but she was undeniably gorgeous. I usually went for skinnier girls, and Sarah was not that. She was by no means fat, but even 'thick' might be an understatement. Her long black hair draped down over her shoulders, her lips were full and plump, her olive colored skin was soft and smooth, and while her body overall was absolutely gorgeous, the real object of my attention (and that of every other man who met her) was her massive ass. It looked like it was sculpted by some sort of God! Perfectly large and curvy and just the right balance between soft & jiggly and firm & fit.

Needless to say, she was way out of my league. But for some reason, she marched with me and it didn't take long for us to go from flirty texts, to evening drinks, to regular casual hook-ups.

Sarah was pretty wild in bed. She was very open about being kinky and it seemed like every time we met up, she had a new thing to try.

So one night, we were hooking up and Sarah said she wanted to try locking my cock up in chastity. I was very reluctant, but she insisted it would make my next orgasm SO MUCH BETTER! After some convincing, I relented, and before she left my apartment, we slipped on the cage and Sarah attached the key to a thin chain around her neck. Her eyes looked almost hungry with excitement, and I did my best to convince myself it would all be fine. We were planning to meet up in three days, which seemed manageable.

Almost immediately after Sarah left, I regretted it. It was cold, uncomfortable, tight; all things I never would have wanted to associate with my cock. Half way through the first day, I decided this wasn't for me. I texted Sarah and asked if we could meet up earlier and call it off. Her replies came off as if she was thought I was playing it up for the kink; teasing me for being weak, saying it was pathetic that I was already desperate for release. I quickly gave up and decided I'd just deal with this when we met up next.

That Friday, Sarah showed up at my apartment, but tis time she came with a bunch of bags and boxes. I was confused and asked for an explanation, and with a sadistic giggle Sarah informed me that he was going to be moving in so she could be my fulltime keyholder.

At this point, I had had enough, I told Sarah that I wasn't into this kink, that I certainly wasn't all that ready to move in together, and that I wanted this cage off; NOW. Sarah just laughed. She seductively held up the key to my cage and said if I ever wanted to cum again, I'd have to play along. I'm not sure if it was the confidence with which she said it, some sort of latent kink I was unaware of, or genuine fear of not getting to cum....but within an hour of Sarah's threat, I had moved all of her stuff into my apartment, and began the next stage of our relationship ship.

Luckily, I'd get released every single day. But unluckily, that release took place while I was tied down to the bed and Sarah were sitting on my face. Sometimes she'd wear pants, sometime she'd be naked. Sometimes she'd do it right after working out. Sometimes I'd be gagged with her socks. What was always the case though, was that she'd spend at least two hours (often more) continually edging and denying my cock, over and over and over again while forcing me to sniff and swallow her nasty gas. And at the end...she'd take an ice pack, press it against my cock to make it shrink, and then cage me up again.

Sarah had brought up grossdom stuff before; fart domination or sweat worship or foot play. It really wasn't my style, and when I told her that she seemed to accept it. But I guess now that I was her play thing, there was no need to stifle her kinks.

After a month of this, I told Sarah that I was done. I didn't care what she said, I'd find my own way out of the cage. I'd go to a locksmith or someone; it'd be embarrassing but enough was enough! 30 days of teased denial and disgusting farts was too much and I was willing to deal with a little shame to be free of it.

And then Sarah grabbed her phone, opened a file, and turned the screen towards me; a cheshire grin across her face. The screen showed a video (actuslly, several videos as I would later discover) of her perched on my face, my cock throbbing desperately, while I whimpered into her gigantic, sweaty ass and she blew raunchy wet farts on my face. Sarah didn't need to say anything. I knew the implication. If I tried to leave, she'd share the videos. And in doing so, ruin my life.

After a few more months, I was essentially conditioned to her horrible gassy stink. It was at the point where a mere sniff of her ass was enough to make me incredibly horny, despite how much I hated the smell. A few more months after that, I noticed that nothing else seemed to cause my cock to swell anymore. Not girls on TV or pretty women at the mall. Nothing but her big sweaty ass and the horrible farts within it.

At around 12 months, I was in a state of almost constant desperation. My balls felts like they were about to burst at all times and the daily teasing sessions would bring me to tears as I begged into her ass for release.

But on the 1 year anniversary of my last orgasm, she came home with a big grin. Sarah told me that she had something special planned for the occasion......a chance for me to cum! I, of course, was very interested.

She explained it all as she tied me down. Sarah had just gorged herself on a very gassy meal, and I was going to have to guess what she ate. If I could correctly guess what that meal was, I'd get a reward!

If I guessed it right on the first try, she'd let me cum as many times as I was able for 24 hours. If I guessed right on my second try, I'd only get one orgasm, but it would still likely be incredible. If I got it right on my third try, there'd still be one orgasm...but it'd be ruined. And if I didn't get it in those three guesses....well there was always next year!

I didn't really have a say in the matter, Sarah wanted to play and I was just a toy to her. But regardless, I was determined to succeed.

Sarah started our usual daily tortuous session of face farting and edging, and I inhaled each particle of her heavy, rancid gas to try and figure out what was happening. Afrer a short while, I made my first guess: cheese pizza.

Sarah's jaw dropped. She made jokes about how it wasn't fair, I had too much practice sniffing her gas. She seemed frustrated and disappointed, but I was crying tears of joy. Sarah began to stroke my cock, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm...only to stop and begin laughing uproarously, telling me I had guessed wrong before letting out another long fetid fart.

I sniffed more and more and more, and then desperately gave my second guess: Indian food. Sarah didn't sat word. But once again, she started stroking more purposefully. I was excited, it was only one orgasm...but it was better than none!!

...and then, once a again, she stopped. Giggling as her ass lower back down to my face.

My last chance was here. I was sniffing like my life depended on it, swallowing her gas and sucking on her swampy dirty asshole for every bit of possible flavor.

My brain was screaming, every nerve in my body was firing as I knew this was my final chance. I NEEDED to get it right. With a stressed voice, I gave my last guess: mexican food.

Sarah let out a slight whine, a tinge of disappointment. And then without a word, she started stroking my cock. Slowly. passionately. Her mouth reached down and softly kissed it, she began licking the tip. I moaned into her ass, feeling my balls tighten and pulse. Sure, she would ruin it, but finally some pressure would be relieved! And just as I felt every muscle in my body seize and tighten...I felt the familiar freezing sting of ice on my cock and the horrible sinking feeling as it shrunk down...

Her laugh pierced through the horny desperate fugue clouding my senses. She started bouncing on my face with her perfectly thick ass. With a bratty and mischievous tone, Sarah told me the correct answer: a fuck tonne of ice cream.

With a furious and defeated tone, I screamed out that ice cream was dessert! Not a meal! Sarah paused for a few seconds, still perched on my face, and thought to herself for a few seconds before saying I was right. She said that she'd have to remember that....for next year. But until then...Sarag told me that she might have to consider giving me a promotion...from fart sniffer to toilet, because the ice cream was really upsetting her stomach! And then with a tell-tale click, my cock was back in it's cage. For another year of teasing, edging, and constant and repeated denial, all while worshipping Sarah's big sexy ass