Chapter Six
In the Service of His Queen
Thus within moments of his first breakfast in his familiar old rooms back at home, Master Edward came to realize his actual position in this outwardly normal and yet secretly changed household: the seemingly prim and proper Miss Violetta was in truth the beautifully haughty, crooked-lipped queen of his very existence, and he would serve her utterly. Young Edward’s body was to be kept always bare before the calm dark eyes of this black-garbed lady of propriety, always on display, always available for the most minute inspection, whether by sight or by touch. Wrapped only in the tight leather harness that caged and caressed, displayed and thrilled all at once, his erect flesh existed solely for the amusement of whatever sensual outrages it pleased her
