Feeding the Throne
Valentina Lux
A Descent into Degradation: Three Flavors of Humiliation
Lady Yara, Miss Kirsch, and I bound our submissive slave to the bed, taking turns dominating his face. As he dutifully worshipped our bodies, we whispered reminders of his impending fate. One after another, we released our waste into his gaping mouth—creamy, chunky, and dark, each layer adding to his torment. His mouth overflowed, his face stained with humiliation. We packed his cheeks tight with our filth, forcing him to swallow every vile offering. An inflatable pump sealed his lips, driving the repulsive mass deeper into his throat until he gagged and choked it down. Minimal touches teased his arousal, but his release was contingent on his compliance—only after consuming our waste would he be granted the final, degrading climax. Drenched in filth, from head to toe, he erupted in ecstasy as the last trace of depravity slid down his throat. Reduced to nothing but a filthy, eager receptacle, he became the ultimate vessel for our indulgence.
