Feeding the Throne
Valentina Lux
Ludovica Luxury: A Feast from the Soles
My abdomen is swollen and full this morning, a heavy warmth building from yesterday's indulgent feast of fermenting seeds and beans. The pressure is immense, and a knowing smile touches my lips. The release won't be in the bathroom, of course. A new arrival awaits his initiation. He enters and kneels, his devotion palpable as his lips meet the soles of my feet in a series of reverent kisses before his tongue cleanses every last particle. I recline, barely acknowledging him, my attention on my phone. "You understand your purpose today," I state flatly. "Your tongue is my personal tissue. But I'll keep your mouth pristine for now. You'll wear my gift instead—across your chest and stomach—so you can service me properly afterward." A tremor runs through him. "Shirt off. On the floor," I command. He obeys, his pale skin pebbled with anticipation. I first settle over his face. "Prepare me," I order. "Use your tongue thoroughly." He obeys, his warm, eager strokes loosening and wetting me until the tension is nearly unbearable. Rising, I position myself above his torso, my gaze locked with his. "Watch," I whisper, my smile cruel. "Watch as you become my receptacle." I bear down. A heavy, wet mass lands across his chest with a definitive sound. His eyes widen. "I saved all of this for you," I purr. "Every last bit." I return to the couch, my feet now lightly streaked. "Now, clean me." I lower myself, pressing my soiled flesh against his mouth. He works frantically, his tongue delving, swirling, and swallowing every earthy remnant until I am smooth and clean. "Good. Now for the main course." Using my feet, I gather a portion from his chest. With my toes, I guide it to his waiting lips. "Open. Eat from my foot." He chews slowly, a grimace twisting his features. I continue, morsel by morsel, mashing some gently under my sole before placing it on his tongue. "Taste the blend of us," I instruct, rubbing my dirty feet over his mouth between bites until his chest is nearly spotless, the final traces licked clean from my skin. "All gone," I coo. "You've earned a reward." I tease him to the brink with my foot, then withdraw abruptly, leaving him shuddering and denied. "Tomorrow's delivery," I muse, "depends entirely on how well you serve me tonight."
