Chapter Sixteen
At first, that initial visit to the doctor’s farm was fascinating. The Queen led me from the limousine by my leashed collar. My pink high-heeled shoes were completely inappropriate for the farm’s terrain. I almost stumbled and continued to struggle in walking up a hill toward farmhouse. This resulted in inadvertent movement of my arms, which in turn caused my rectal lever to place great stress on my gland. My prostatic fluid flowed constantly, completely soaking the front of my pink panties.
With the constant stimulation, the humiliation of being forced to fellate the young well-endowed guard, and my pretty attire, I found myself amazingly aroused. Had I been at the Palace I would have requested the cane. But instead I was walked about, my own movements adding to my frust
