The Memoirs of a Fart Dominatrix…the first ten days! (part 3 of 10)

3 03 2008

WARNING: ADULT MATERIAL. ADULT CONTENT. MATURE THEME. 

After I got kicked out of the rich freaks house for farting.  I called for a taxi on my cell phone. The taxi was there in five minutes, and as I was leaving the house I saw people running out. They were coughing and some were barfing. The smell that I had released out of my ass had left a lasting impression.  It was the first big party I had gone to at a rich freaks house, and it would probably be my last.

You see the rich are funny they pretend to sympathise with those that are less fortunate than them. They are fake.  This is the case with the rich freak…she wanted her husband to win the election, but she didn’t want real homeless people in her house. You see it is one thing to talk about helping the poor and homeless to get votes, but actually helping the homeless and poor is another thing. You see she loves the power of knowing that she is better than everyone else, and with her husband winning the election…well, she would be on top. 

You see most rich people have no idea what it is like to be poor.  Thus, it is the same for politicians—they don’t give a shit about the poor. I would like to see a non rich person run for office—fat chance that would ever happen. Most of the people that get into office are rich to begin with, so all they do is help themselves and those like them. Leaving the middle class and the lower classes holding the bill. Well, should I say mostly middle class holding the bill.

The taxi cab driver asked me “where to”? I told her to downtown. She drove me downtown, and let me out in front of this coffee shop called “coffee and Venus” it is the only adult coffee (no one under twenty permitted) shop where customers are allowed to drink their coffee in the nude. I am freak! I just love their espresso!

I sat at a table waiting for my espresso and reading book on socialism, that I had picked up at a small bookstore downtown.  A woman with a beautiful body and smile brought me my warm drink. She had a sadness about her. She asked me if I needed anything else. I said no! I asked her, her name. She said her name was Olivia. Nice, to meet you, I said.  She turned around and went back to the bar!

I thanked her and then went back to my reading. I was mid-way through my cup of espresso when a man came in and grabbed Olivia by the hand and took her outside. I felt obligated to find out why the guy came inside and took her outside in such a forceful manner. The other employees looked worried, the guy at the espresso bar grabbed for the phone. I got up and asked what was wrong? The guy at the bar told me that her stalker ex-boyfriend was bothering her again, and the she had a restraining order against him but that didn’t stop him. He almost put her in the hospital one time.

You see there are men that can’t take a hint. They are bastards, and when they are down on their luck they come looking for their ex-partner. These sick fucks have to have love, and  control. Inside they are nothing but insecure bastards!

I walked outside and saw that he had pushed Olivia to the street and kicked her and went to hit her. I stopped his fist from striking her with my hand. He called me a bitch, and told me to get lost. I told him that he wasn’t supposed to hit women, and that he wasn’t brought up right. I told Olivia to go back inside and call the authorities. She got up and went inside.

He took a swing at me. I just grabbed his wrist and twisted it! He screamed in pain and told me to leave him alone. He couldn’t take it. He started crying, I pushed his ass to street. Everyone in the street saw him crying. He begged me not to hit him. He was balled up in a little ball. He quivered with fear. I asked him how that felt, he just whimpered.

There he was in the street crying like the little asshole that he was. I told him that was the last time that he would ever talk to Olivia again. And if he came around or even bothered her again he would face serious pain. . He called me a freak and got to his feet. He got in his car and drove away.

I went back inside to see if Olivia was OK. She was fine just a little shook up. I drank the rest of my espresso, and was just about to leave when the guy came back. This time he had his friends with him. He walked to my table and told me to get up. I ignored him, and kept reading. This of course made him mad. His friends laughed at him. That made him more mad, because he is one of those insecure types. He grabbed my wrist and pulled, that was it I had enough. I told him to come closer. I pulled down my pants and I farted in his face…the fart went on and on, and it was a little wet. He got chucks of crap in his face. Everyone in the coffee shop laughed at him. He got up and ran out and was never seen again.

I tipped Olivia and paid for my drink and left. The employees at the coffee shop thanked me as I walked out the door.

FIN





The Memoirs of a Fart Dominatrix…the first ten days! (part 2 of 10)

29 02 2008

WARNING: ADULT CONTENT. ADULT MATERIAL. ADULT THEME. 

Day 2: After leaving the club at three in the morning, I felt tired. I went home and slept through most of the next day. I got up and ate some fiber. It would give me gas, and that is exactly what I wanted.  Then I went out, being a fart dominatrix is hard sometimes to exist among the “normal” people.

As I walked downtown the sidewalk was filled with passersby. Today I wore normal clothes—cargo pants and  my “don’t worry the world is an illusion” tee shirt. I passed a couple of people yelling about their organization. They had huge signs up that said, “you all are sinners we have the cure”.  What are they trying to cure, I thought? I feel fine!  

They walked up to me and taunted me calling me a sinner. They told me to come to their meeting tonight, and that if I didn’t I wouldn’t be saved. Who are they to say who is going to be saved, and who is not. Humans, always trying to make themselves into (false) prophets. I am sure the first thing they do at their meeting is pass the money tray around, after they have told you that you are going to burn, so that you will come back next time and give them some more money in their little tray.

 These two got everyone’s attention on the street, and tried to make an example of me. Well, what they were saying didn’t embarrass me or bother me. It just distanced me more from humanity. There are some people that need to harass others to make themselves look good, and they somehow think that by tauting and embarrassing others excuses them from their own “sins”.

One of the people that tauted me got in my face. His breath smelled like crap, which reflected the crap that was coming out of his mouth. As he yelled I kept walking.  I let them have their say, and then I walked away. I walked down the street a little further. There was a guy selling yard sale crap, he asked me if I wanted to buy something. I refused…and he flipped me off and called me a bitch.

You see we live in a me, me, me, society filled with people who can’t take responsibility for their own actions, and people that want revenge. Because, in today’s society it is always someone elses fault. Our own leaders can’t take reposiblity for their own actions. It is a fucked up world.

I decided to go into a store. I wanted to buy something for my friend who was feeling down. I bought the gift and as I was paying for it there were a couple of ladies laughing at me. They were calling me names under their breath—they didn’t like what I was wearing, because in today’s world it is all about the material things.  I just ignored them. Let them have their laugh  I said, and then let them go back to their debt infested existance.

I ate dinner at a small resturaunt called “The Fly” I had a steak sandwich with fries, and a beer to wash it down. I was just about to finish my dinner when a couple of ladies came over to me. They sat down, and I tried to ignore them. They invited me to a dinner party at six pm. I couldn’t figure out why they would ask someone like me. I didn’t know them, and I sure the hell wouldn’t associate with people like those two. They looked like they had corncobs up their asses.

Then the lust hit me. I had to fart on someone, so I told them that I would be there. They said good. So I went back to my place and got ready. Then at five thirty,  I took a taxi to the address they had given me. It was a huge house on the rich freak side of town. I double checked to make sure that the address was correct, and it was. I paid the taxi cab driver and she wished me luck. I said thanks. I stood there on the street and watched her drive away. I thought to myself this is my last chance to run.

I walked up the big steps and knocked on the front door. One of the ladies that had invited me let me in. I found out that she was a political freaks wife, and she was doing charity work to make him look good. She asked me to come in, and I accepted. She told me she was doing a dinner for all the homeless people in the city and she thought that I was homeless when she asked me. I told her that I wasn’t.

She got pissed off and told me to act like I was homeless, and that this dinner party was to get her husband votes. She took me in one of the back rooms and had her staff makeup artist make me look homeless. I went along with the game, because tonight I was going to fart so big and proud on national TV at this rich freak home.

There were hundreds of people there as I walked out from getting my makeup done. There were TV crews, and all kinds of media personalities.  I found a place at the table. I sat next to a man. He asked if I was homeless and I said no. He told me that he was an actor. He said this function was to make people think that the candidate running for office cared about poor people. He told me that half the people in here were just actors, and I was one of the five people that they got off the street.

The candidates wife came up and gave a speech! I am a compassionate human being, and tonight I let everyone eat, she said. You see my husband knows what it is like to be poor. He has read the statics and it is not easy being poor. This party shows you all that he does know what it is like to be poor. I felt the gas inside my ass reaching terminal velocity. I couldn’t hold it any more.

I would throw my fart like a person throws their voice. I let the fart go. The fart went something like this: poooooooooooooooo! oooooooo! shhhhhhhhh! People started to look around. She stopped in mid speech and asked the people who farted. No, one said anything. Everyone started to smell the nasty fart that I had just released, and everyone ran out the door…a couple of people barfed including the candidates wife.  

Well, in a few weeks the votes were in, and well the candidate lost. It was found out after some research that canidates wife had hired actors to play homeless because she didn’t like “dirty people” in her house. The actors were hired with tax payers money. You see rich freaks are fake on the outside, and two faced on the inside.  That is all for this day.

FIN