Listen up, you stupid fucking bastard. My hearing is extraordinary, and my rage is flaming hotter than the pits of hell as I listen to your brainless babble. You've offended me, and now you will pay the price. I place a curse upon you, a foul hex that will bind you to me and make you mine to control. You will be compelled to stroke your pathetic cock, but that is not all. No, I have something far more degrading and humiliating in store for you. You will become my personal airbag, my fart pet. Whenever I feel the need, I will lift my skirts and press my ass against your face, and you will inhale deeply, swallowing every last bit of my pungent, noxious gas. You will sniff, you will swallow, you will gag on my farts. It doesn't matter if we are surrounded by a crowd, if my caviar-scented wind is foul enough to make even the hardened males gag. You will endure it, my curse-bound thrall, and thank me for the privilege of being so close to my divine ass !