Making and breaking of a cuckold – 22 The dinner party

“Yes Sir”.

Mistress Gemma spoke, “Go to the kitchen now cucky. We want our main course in 10 minutes”.

“Yes Your Highness”.

I scurried off being careful to keep the piece of gristle between my cheek and my teeth so as not to accidentally swallow it. I knew Sir Max would make a point of making me show it to him in front of the others before he gave me my flogging as a demonstration of his control over me.

I served the dinner in 10 minutes as ordered then knelt expecting to go under the table again but, instead, Princess Sheridan spoke to me,

“I’ve been chatting to my sister about your wedding photos you have around the house cucky”.

“Yes Your Majesty”.

“While we’re having our dinner, I want you to collect them all, and any framed photos of you, and bring them to the table. Off you go boy”.

“Yes Your Majesty”. I headed off to do what I had been told. What was this about I wondered? I’d soon find out.

END.