Feeding the Throne
Valentina Lux
The Malaga Decree: A Throne for My Personal Toilet
On the third morning of our Malaga holiday, the established ritual unfolds. My devoted slave understands his purpose, stationed and waiting for my morning command. For my comfort, I've arranged a custom chair, while he kneels below, mouth agape, ready to receive my waste. As he submits to this profound degradation, I order him to touch himself, his undeniable arousal a stark contrast to his humiliating position. I mock him relentlessly, questioning his very nature and taunting his perverse pleasure. He pleads for climax, and I revel in his desperate cries before granting a final, shameful release. His body shudders in a humiliated orgasm beneath me, as I preside from my throne—the ultimate manifestation of my control and his complete submission. This scene is a raw exploration of power exchange, an unfiltered testament to the dynamics of domination.
