LUDOVICA LUXURY-FOOT CLEANING AND DROWNING IN LUDOVICAS PISS

Published: May 28, 2025

Im in the kitchen, working on my laptop at the table. Underneath, my human doormat does his job: he’s my footrest, massaging and worshiping my feet as ordered. I can feel his hands moving carefully, making sure not to disturb me. I tell him to come out from under the table with a sharp gesture. He stands, eyes down, but I immediately notice something wrong: his dick is hard, erect without my permission. A smirk crosses my face, but I’m pissed. “Who gave you permission?” I snap, my voice ice-cold. He stays silent, knowing he’s screwed up. “Get the bucket,” I order. He scrambles to grab it and sets it at my feet. I stand, lock eyes with him, and piss into the bucket, filling it slowly. The sound echoes in the quiet room, and he seems to shrink. “Dunk your head in,” I command. He hesitates for a second, but my glare pins him down. He bends and plunges his face into the liquid. “Drink,” I say, giving him no way out. “Every drop. And don’t you dare get hard again without my permission.” He obeys, trembling, while I watch, satisfied. “Next time, you ask, or you’ll pay a worse price.”