MISTRESS LUDOVICA LUXURY - LUDOVICA LUXURY-FOOT CLEANING AND DROWNING IN LUDOVICAS PISS💦-hd

MISTRESS LUDOVICA LUXURY is in the kitchen, working on her laptop at the table. Underneath, her human doormat is doing his job - he's her footrest, massaging and worshiping her feet as ordered. She can feel his hands moving carefully, making sure not to disturb her. Suddenly, she notices something wrong: his dick is hard, erect without her permission.

A smirk crosses Mistress Ludovica's face, but she's pissed. "Who gave you permission?" she snaps, her voice ice-cold. He stays silent, knowing he's screwed up. "Get the bucket," she orders. He scrambles to grab it and sets it at her feet.

Mistress Ludovica stands, locks eyes with him, and pisses into the bucket, filling it slowly. The sound echoes in the quiet room, and he seems to shrink. "Dunk your head in," she commands. He hesitates for a second but her glare pins him down. He bends and plunges his face into the liquid.

"Drink," she says, giving him no way out. "Every drop. And don't you dare get hard again without my permission." He obeys, trembling, while she watches, satisfied. "Next time, you ask or you'll pay a worse price." She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. This situation with her doormat was getting out of hand.

With a sigh, Mistress Ludovica sits back down at the table and reaches down to pick up her cell phone. She glances at the screen, noting the time before hitting a speed dial number. A moment later, she hears a familiar voice on the other end of the line. "Hello?"

"I'm ready for my appointment," she says, her voice neutral. There's a pause on the other end of the line before the person on the other end of the line responds. "Good to hear, Miss Ludovica. We've been expecting you."

Mistress Ludovica ends the call without another word, her mind already churning with anticipation. She's been building up to this for weeks, and the thought of being completely dominated by another woman makes her shiver with excitement. Despite the incident with her doormat, she knows that this session will be worth it.

Grabbing her phone again, she opens up a messaging app and begins to compose a message. In a few short sentences, she lays out the details of her meeting: the time, the place, and most importantly, the rules. Once she's finished, she hits send and waits patiently for a response.