Things are going even worse than he imagined

Back on the gay cruise, Jamie was still simmering with anger and frustration as he entered his small, windowless cabin and shut the door behind him. He couldn't believe this was happening to him. He was a straight man, for god's sake. He didn't belong on a gay BDSM cruise.

He didn't want to be a submissive. He didn't want to be stripped of his freedom and forced to obey the whims of dominant men, everything about this situation seemed insane to him.

But as he looked around his stark, empty cabin,Jamie realised that he didn't have much of a choice. He was stuck on this boat for the next three weeks, and he would have to find a way to survive.

As he pondered his situation looking for a happy medium, a compromise he could maybe live with, there was a knock on the door.

Jamie reluctantly and a little anxiously opened it to find a staff member standing there with a metal dish filled with something that resembled meat chunks floating in a sort of stew like slop. "Time to eat sub" the staff member said, after dropping the bowl on the floor inside the door.

Jamie looked at the bowl and then at the staff member, "Is this all I’m going to get to eat for the next three weeks?"

The staff member chuckled and replied, "No, of course not. We have a full menu of delicacies and treats for you to enjoy. But only if your master allows it, and since you are unclaimed and don’t have a master, you get slave slop. Remember, you're a submissive now. You don't get to make choices or decisions anymore, now get down there and eat.” The staff member commanded in a firm tone, making it clear that Jamie was no longer in control of his own decisions.