Feeding the Throne
Valentina Lux
LUDOVICA LUXURY - The Caviar Trial: A Feast for Five Mistresses
I find myself in Barcelona, joined by four formidable Spanish Mistresses. My Italian submissive, who I had ordered to endure a strict overnight fast at the airport, arrives for what we promise will be a lavish breakfast. We immediately strip him and position him on a pristine black sheet. The ceremony begins with each of us spitting thick, lingering streams into his mouth until it overflows. Then, we take our turns, squatting above him to deposit our waste directly into his waiting mouth—a varied collection of textures, consistencies, and hues. He is commanded to hold it all, forbidden from chewing or swallowing, until his mouth is packed and overflowing, trailing down his neck. Only after the last of us finishes do we give the order: "Now you may eat, you filthy pig." The revolting sounds of his chewing and gagging are so intense that some of the Mistresses are driven to vomit nearby. I don long gloves, gather the mixture from his mouth and chest, blending it with the fresh sickness, and forcefully ******-feed him every last bit. The others watch in a horrified, nauseated, yet captivated frenzy. Finally, we roll him onto his hands and knees. "Finish your meal properly," we instruct, "like the pet you are." He spends an age meticulously licking, sc******, and sucking every stain from the sheet, transforming the soiled canvas back to near perfection. His task complete, he is now prepared for his return shipment to Italy. A most satisfying conclusion.
