Chapter Seven
Riding Lessons
BJ
But first, dinner.
Helping with the kitchen clean-up, it was more than just his ring-gag that had BJ drooling as he dumped the not-insubstantial scraps of his wife’s filet mignon down the garbage disposal.
Thirty minutes after bolting his usual meager unheated vegan mush his tightly corseted belly felt famished again already. And though this ultra-healthy diet was doing wonders for his new sissy-figure, that cramping was yet another painful reminder of pleasures sacrificed for life under the absolute rule of his wife.
Were it not for other members of the staff finishing their own chores nearby the naughty slave might have poked out a tongue to at least lick a bit of juice from the plate. As it was Darianne plucked this away from him and gleamed like th
