Goddess Lucia reclined on her lavish throne, adorned in a ve..
Published: October 21st 2023, 1:41:01 pm
Goddess Lucia reclined on her lavish throne, adorned in a velvet corset that pushed up her breasts, accentuating their voluptuousness. Her sub, Peter, was already on his knees, staring longingly at her, his eyes practically magnetized to her chest.
"Ah, Peter, you look like a man dying of thirst while standing beside a well," Lucia teased, the corners of her mouth twitching upwards.
Peter blushed but couldn't pull his gaze away. "Goddess, may I... may I worship you?"
Lucia chuckled softly, her laughter ringing in the air like chimes. "You may, but remember: true worship comes with devotion and sacrifice."
Peter understood the coded message. His fingers trembled as he reached for his phone, quickly transferring a substantial tribute to his goddess. Lucia's phone chimed, signifying the receipt of his offering. A satisfied smirk appeared on her face.
"Now, you may proceed."
With reverence, Peter slowly approached his goddess. Lucia leaned back, granting him the honor of being near her divine form. Shaking slightly, he began by softly kissing the tops of her breasts, still covered by the lush fabric of her corset.
"You're allowed to go further," Lucia cooed, relishing the hunger in Peter's eyes.
Hands shaking, he began to unlace her corset, his fingers clumsily pulling at the strings. Finally, the fabric loosened, revealing Lucia in her full, unadulterated glory.
Peter was mesmerized; her breasts were like two ivory mounds, perfect and inviting. With hesitant fingers, he cupped them, marveling at their softness, their weight, their sheer presence. Emboldened, he began to plant kisses across each, his lips tenderly exploring every inch.
Lucia leaned her head back, basking in the worship. She felt like a deity at her temple, revered and adored. "You may continue," she breathed, granting him permission to lavish her with the devotion she so rightfully deserved.
As Peter's lips finally found her sensitive peaks, a wave of pleasure coursed through Lucia's body. She reveled in the sensation, and more importantly, in the power she held, the ability to command such fervent devotion.
"Enough," she finally said, pulling her corset back up, concealing her breasts as if sheathing a sacred weapon. "Your worship was acceptable today."
Peter retreated, his face flushed, his body trembling from the intensity of his own desires and the privilege of being so close to his goddess.
Lucia looked down at him, her eyes gleaming. "Always remember, Peter, the beauty you admire is the power you'll never possess."
Humbled and gratified, Peter bowed his head. The experience had been as spiritual as it had been sensual, another lesson in the endless catechism of submission to his divine goddess, Lucia.