Chapter Fifteen
The Queen amusingly permits Lucinda to throw a few insignificant crusts. She laughs at my acquired skill, gained so frustratingly over the years. Before learning how to instantly judge the speed and range of a flinging offering, much food landed on the floor or carpet where my short leash inhibited consumption. And there it would lie while the sight and smell tormented my famished stomach. Thus acquiring such prowess was motived by my constant hunger.
The game finally ends with my Queen issuing caution about my strictly monitored weight. The young maid resumes her duties and attaches a cape of various beautiful pastel colors to my neck collar. The front opening does little to cover my breasts and its hem ends well above the base of my forced erection which pokes out betw
