Feeding the Throne
Valentina Lux
The Depths of Devotion: Crafting a Forbidden Elixir
Miss Kirsch and I elevate our submissive’s boundaries, guiding him into uncharted surrender. With his lips pressed against me, I whisper obscenities, revealing the humiliation that awaits. Together, we concoct a vile potion—Miss Kirsch and I take turns filling a blender with our filth, while forcing him to contribute to the grotesque mixture. The repulsive blend is whipped into a nauseating slurry, and I shove his face into its fumes, a prelude to his degradation. Using this abhorrent concoction as lubricant, we stretch and stuff his limits, filling him to overflowing through a funnel. The vile overflow coats his body, feeding his compliance as he writhes on the floor. Smearing the remnants into his mouth, we probe and prod, met with his moans and desperate jerks. In the end, he lies in a pool of his own debasement, trembling on the edge of release as we revel in his utter submission.
