Chapter Seventeen
“I think I’m going to change your tongue piercing, boy. Maybe something larger. Your lengthening tongue is getting closer and closer to my ‘G’ spot. Yes a nice big ball would feel wonderful.”
The Queen pushes away my head. The folds of her sarong brush my face and full daylight greets my eyes. I glance out the window to see the gates of Devotion Farm come into view. As the limousine turns off the main road, I feel a chill and my body trembles. The Queen’s hands, resting on my shoulders, feel my spasms of fear.
“You should be used to these visits by now, boy. Just think. At the end of the day you’ll be standing for me prouder than ever.”
Yes, I will. And the continuous dull ache will last weeks, depriving me of restful nights until the skin completely stretches and ce
