Wanted to please him, but things got messy
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Ludovica Luxury - Iron Therapy for Anemia Relief
Today, I step into the role of a physician: a crisp white coat, slightly undone, paired with soft white slippers that glide silently across the studio floor. At precisely two o'clock, Marco arrives. I assess him instantly—dull eyes, ashen skin, pale nails, and a washed-out tongue. The night before, after reviewing his appointment, I consumed nothing but a mountain of spinach. All that iron now flows within me, transformed and ready to heal. I invite him to sit, listening intently to his ailments—chronic dizziness, a bloated stomach, sharp pains, and faltering erections—before reaching for my stethoscope. Unbuttoning his shirt, I press the cold diaphragm to his chest. His heartbeat is slow and irregular; his lungs sound frail, as though breathing is a struggle. With a knowing smile, I guide him to lie back on the exam table. My hands glide across his tense abdomen, feeling its distension, then lower to check his circulation. His breaths quicken; he senses the treatment is near. I help him off the table and gesture to the floor. He lies on the soft rug, head tilted slightly back. I pull a low white chair close, sit with my back to him, and lift the hem of my coat. "Open wide, darling," I murmur warmly. "The remedy is coming directly from the source." I release a generous stream of transformed spinach—green, soft, steaming, and sweet—directly into his waiting mouth. He swallows steadily, savoring every gulp as the warmth fills him. Rising slightly, I straddle his face and begin urinating gently into his open mouth. He drinks eagerly, every drop of golden nectar swallowed while the excess trickles down his neck and chest. I direct the overflow onto his swollen belly and growing erection, which stiffens under the warm stream. With the remaining green remedy, I coat his body like a healing balm—over his abdomen, thighs, and shaft—massaging deeply to soothe and reduce the bloat. Color returns to his cheeks, and his body relaxes under my touch. I spread his legs wider, arrange his arms at his sides, and leave him undisturbed for fifteen minutes, allowing the cure to work its magic. I step out quietly, closing the door behind me. When I return, I’ll guide him to a warm shower, washing away the remnants of the treatment. He’ll leave rejuvenated, reborn. And I’ll remind him: this ritual must be repeated monthly to sustain his vitality.
