Breakfast

You can finally move your legs a bit, but to your dismay Doe keeps your arms tied tightly behind your back. Doe cracks one of those big smiles and starts to fondle you, with a couple of giggles here and there.

"Wait here, I have just the thing for you," she says, leaving you alone in the kitchen. You realise it has only been 30 mins since you woke up ... how the hell are you going to make it to the end of the week like this?

Doe comes back and she has a bowl in her hand. Holding it up, you realise it's a dog bowl with "John" written on it.

"Uh oh," you think as your eyes grow wide.

"That's right sweetie," she says putting it on the floor, "Slaves don't eat at the table."

She makes you some cereal in the bowl, undoes your gag and drops you on your knees.

"Bon appetite ****," she tells you, "the bowl better be finished when I come back."

Giving you one butt plug zap, she saunters away as you have **** but to start eating your cereal like a dog.