Chapter Seven
An Acquaintance Long Suspected is Met at Last
One morning much like any other, young Edward accompanied his governess and her two “special assistants” on a stroll down the cobblestone lanes of London. While it did indeed amuse Miss Violetta to keep the lad confined in his rooms for days on end, naked except for the intimate harness of his slavery, and titillated and tormented constantly, on occasion she took him out as well, just as one might do with a lapdog.
Cinched tight beneath his falsely proper clothing with the thin strips of leather that caged the flesh of his thighs and buttocks and torso and, most especially, wrapped snug and unforgettable from the very bottom of his pushed-out scrotum to the top of the throbbing shaft of his p***s, Master Edward could only hope
