Goddess Lucia sat in her plush chair, her sub on his knees b..
Published: October 7th 2023, 1:10:01 pm
Goddess Lucia sat in her plush chair, her sub on his knees before her. Her lips were a work of art, full and plush, painted with a glossy red lipstick that caught the light every time she spoke or smiled.
"You've been staring at my lips all evening, haven't you?" Lucia cooed, puckering her lips and blowing him a teasing kiss.
"Yes, Goddess," he admitted, his voice shaky.
"Would you like to get closer? To perhaps feel them, or would that be too much for your weak self to handle?"
The submissive nodded vigorously, captivated by the thought.
Lucia leaned in, letting her lips hover just inches from his face. "Since you're so enamored, you're going to worship them. But you're going to do it my way."
With that, she slowly and deliberately began applying another coat of lipstick, her sub watching every stroke with bated breath. The smell of the cosmetic filled the air, sweet and intoxicating.
"See how they glisten? How full and perfect they are?" she taunted. "You could never resist them. Now, kiss them, but gently. Don't smudge my perfection."
Tentatively, he pressed his lips against hers, the touch electrifying, the taste of her lipstick a blend of fruitiness and sheer feminine power.
"That's it. Good boy," she said, pulling back. "Your little fetish makes you so easy to control. Every time you think of lips now, you'll think of mine, and you'll remember how weak they make you."
Lucia laughed softly, her glossy lips curving into a smile that was both angelic and devilish. "Don't forget to send your tribute. It'll be the Lip Tax."
As he scurried away to comply, Lucia licked her lips, savoring her power, knowing she had implanted a craving in him that only she could satisfy.
