MISTRESS LUDOVICA LUXURY - LUDOVICA LUXURY -BIRTHDAY CAKE 💩 -hd

Mistress Ludovica Luxury stood in her lavish kitchen, a smirk on her lips as she watched her slave crawl towards her on all fours. She knew that even though she had forgotten about his birthday, he wouldn't dare to disappoint her or show any sign of disobedience. This was exactly what she wanted to see; a pathetic, submissive creature begging for her attention and approval. "Hmm, did you miss me?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Without waiting for a response, she continued, "Well, it just so happens that today's your birthday. Imagine that." Ludovica chuckled to herself, running a manicured nail across her pouty red lips. "Should I reward you? Nah..." She paused, tilting her head to one side and studying the poor soul at her feet. His eyes were wide with anticipation, his tongue tracing over his bottom lip nervously. She decided that it would be amusing to give him a little something special just this once. Ludovica pulled a large candle from a nearby drawer and held it up in front of him. "A cake made by me, sure," she laughed, winking at him. "But in a... very unique way." She could see the confusion washing over his usually submissive face, and it only made her laugh harder. "This is going to be a present you'll never forget," she promised, her voice dripping with venom. With that, she made him lie down on the floor, and without further instruction, he knew exactly what was expected of him. His tongue darted out to taste their shared environment on command as he began to clean her shoes with his tongueg. Satisfied that he was sufficiently prepared for her little surprise, Ludovica grabbed hold of his hair roughly and pulled his face close to hers. "You know what today is, right?" she asked, her breath hot against his cheek. When he nodded hesitantly, she gave a satisfied nod of her own before ordering him to open wide. As he did as he was told, Ludovica grinned wickedly and leaned forward, positioning herself so that her asshole was directly above his gaping mouth. With a sinister smile, she pushed - and the first piece of her divine excrement oozed out onto his eager tongue. Moans escaped from both of their mouths as she slowly emptied her bowels into his willing maw, and Ludovica couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of pride in her creation. This was what true dominance looked like. When she finally pulled away, a trail of shit glistening behind them, Ludovica took her candle and placed it on top of his "cake" before lighting it with a flourish. "Happy Birthday," she sang mockingly, her voice echoing around the room. Taking a step back to admire her handiwork, Ludovica watched as her slave struggled to process what he was seeing - and then devouring. This was her artistry on display, and she milked every ounce of pleasure from it. And so, she let him sit there, savoring every bite of her divine creation - although she couldn't help but notice his increasing reluctance and discomfort. Finally, she decided that she'd had enough fun for one day. With a flick of her wrist, she unhappily dismissed him from his place on the floor, ordering him to clean up every last drop of his "cake." As he crawled away, she couldn't help but sigh in satisfaction, already looking forward to the next opportunity to push him to his limits. The Mistress's divine cake was never wasted. That was the law.