breakfast time! just not for you...

As the sight and smell of your new owner (and something else...) reach your senses, you muscles instinctively relax. Queenie giggles as she sees you, walking to the edge of the bed with her hip-wiggling walk. She carries a large jar under one arm, setting it on the nearby desk as she sits on the bed's side. Her delicate fingers brush through your hair.

"How is my little precious this morning? Sleep nice and tight?" she chimes, flicking a finger over the chains of your one arm. You nod smiling, her voice like music to you. Your eyes eventually drift towards the jar for a moment. ""What's that?" you ask, only to get a swift and sudden slap to the cheek. It surprises you more than it actually hurts, clearly just a warning.

"Pets don't speak until they're spoken to," Queenie insists sternly before her voice goes back to its gentle tone. "This? This is breakfast, darling." She dipped a finger in and came out sticky with thick, dripping honey. She puts it to your lips, resting against them and you shiver with her touch. It's still warm, and you realize you didn't have any honey in your house. Did Queenie have the ability to produce this herself? Was that even how bees worked? You open your lips after a moment of enjoying her touch, and she lets you gently suckle the mess from her fingertip.

You savor the taste as she takes her finger back, wildly sweet and rich on your tongue. You open your mouth expectantly for more, but she hums to herself as she takes a small ladle from the jar full of the stuff. She grins at your confused look.

"Oh, you thought this was your breakfast?" she chimes. "No, no, silly boy. I'm the eater. You're just the dish."

She tips the ladle to let the honey drip over your naked front. Chest, neck, thighs, all painted in the warm mess. She smiles at your twitches and moans as she runs it over you, letting small strokes of her fingers wipe it smoothly over you. You get hard from her touch on top of what you know to be coming. She does another spoonful before she shimmies closer to you, then leans down, lapping hungrily at your throat. You moan quietly, throat vibrating against her smiling lips as she sucks away at you. She slides down, shifting her position. This places her right tit into your face, instictively lapping and kissing at it. You do briefly note that she is incredibly efficient at this, your neck not feeling sticky in the slightest. Just warm from her mouth and saliva, barely a speck of honey not consumed by her slender sexy body.

She laps lower and lower, sucking with her tight sucks and tender lips. She cleans your chest and stomach, and then straddles you as she reaches your lower parts. This plants her pussy right in front of your face, filling your nose with the smell of honey and sex. You're tempted, and unsure if you're being tested again or offered, but she shoves her round butt back at you, planting her wet pussy into your face and humping hard against you as she wraps her delicate mouth and tongue around your manhood.