Bland and salty

Lucy bent forward and lowered her head to the bowl, licking up the cum-layered gruel. She recoiled at the taste, the bland nothing of the gruel with the salty taste of Will's cum making it hard to eat. But even as she struggled, she felt her pussy throb. This was exactly what she'd planned. No. She planned to do it by herself, so this was better.

"Eat faster, you have two minutes to finish your meal." Will punctuated his sentence with a sharp crack of a belt on her ass. She'd been slow, lost in her thoughts, but now Lucy began lapping up her meal as fast as she possibly could. She finished the last bit barely a second before she heard his timer go off.

"Well done, slave. Was it good?" He didn't wait for an answer before getting up and walking towards the bedroom. "Follow."

She went to stand, but at a quick look from Will, she remained on her knees, shuffling forward slowly and awkwardly. When she arrived in the bedroom, he had one of her favorite outfits out for her, and seemed ready to change her restraints.