Breakfast is served

Lucy spent the next hour lost in the sound of a hypnotic porn audio, quickly falling into a trance. She had no idea how long it had been when the headphones were taken off, but as the blindfold was removed as well, she found herself back in the cabin, her new master sitting on the couch eating breakfast. She was kneeling before him, in a different spot than she'd been, and before her was a bowl on the floor. She realized that her gag had been removed, though the nose hook had not.

In the bowl was what could only be described as gruel. She'd written out her "recipes" before the trip, and realized he must have found them. She'd planned to cook real food to "serve" to her "owner" back when she'd expected to be alone, which she would have let sit on the table as she ate her **** food. At the end of the meal, the real food would be discarded. She hoped he'd let her cook future meals for him.

She lowered her head and wordlessly began to lap at the grey mush, her hands still bound to her chastity belt. Before her tongue could touch the "food" Will reached out and grabbed her hair, which she realized he'd put in a ponytail while she was entranced, and pulled her away from the bowl. "Did I give you permission to eat yet, ****?"

She moaned and looked down at his feet. "No sir, you didn't," she said.

"I found your recipes. You really are a depraved, submissive slut, aren't you?" he said, leaning close to her.

"Yes sir, I am," she gasped, her eyes still down.

"Earn your food." He let go of her hair and spread his legs.

She shuffled forward on her knees, kneeling between his legs and staring at his crotch excitedly. She was still unable to use her hands, so she leaned forward and gripped the waist of his sweatpants in her teeth, pulling them down with a little struggle. She did the same with his underwear, until finally his cock sprang free. It was an impressive 7 inches, enough that she knew she'd struggle to take it all. She looked up at him, making eye contact, and began to suck his cock. She wrapped her lips around the tip and slowly swirled her tongue around it, but he had other plans.

He grabbed her ponytail tightly and began to push her down, quickly and steadily. She barely had time to adjust as his cock was pushed deeper and deeper into her mouth, finally pushing into her throat before her nose was pushed into his pubes. He held her down there for what felt like a long moment. "I'm going to use you like my personal fleshlight, then cum in your food. Then you can eat."

And that's exactly what he did. He used her hair to lift her head up and push it down on his cock, quickly settling into a rhythm of roughly using her face. Her eyes were running, spit flying from her lips and running down her chin, and she could barely breathe, but she was loving every second. It was only a few moments later that he pulled her all the way off, pushed her aside, and knelt to finish in her bowl.

He was panting a little, and she was gasping for breath.

"Go on..." he said, "eat your breakfast."