Feeding the Throne
Valentina Lux
Malaga Degradation: A Toilet Slave's Morning Ritual
The morning ritual in beautiful Malaga is now an established custom, and my devoted toilet slave understands his purpose perfectly. On this fourth day, I awoke with the familiar, urgent pressure in my gut. He was already waiting, eager to serve. I positioned myself over his face, asserting my complete dominance as I unleashed a hot, liquid torrent of piss and watery diarrhea straight into his open mouth. It was a chaotic, messy expulsion, speckled with undigested food, which he gulped down with unwavering obedience. The air was thick with his palpable humiliation and a depraved arousal that excited him beyond words. He pleaded for permission to touch himself, and I granted this small mercy. Yet, as he teetered on the very edge of climax, I cruelly withdrew my consent, denying him the orgasm he so desperately craved. He would not be allowed to cum with his mouth full of my filth. His agonizing frustration is simply another facet of his total submission. This raw, intense scat encounter highlights the profound depths of his depravity and the absolute nature of my control—a morning in Malaga forever seared into our memories.
