Feeding the Throne
Valentina Lux
The Ceremony of Submission
Enthroned upon our submissive human toilet, Kamikatze and I gleam in our glossy latex. We command the supplicant to begin with a devoted tongue, massaging and delving to savor the potent aroma of what is to come. His pleading mouth upon us is a prelude, a clear promise that his entire being will become the vessel for our gift. The climax arrives as we release a torrential downpour, filling his waiting mouth and engulfing his form until he vanishes beneath the earthy cascade. We paint his black attire with the fresh, warm medium, erasing the fabric beneath a rich, textured coat. As the room thickens with scent, Kamikatze works the bounty into the very fibers of his suit with her soiled hands, a final, intimate possession.
