He whimpered a little as she pulled her fingers from his mouth. She slipped out from under him, attaching the chain on his collar to the ring on the arm of the sofa. “Now wait there. I need to get you a very personal little gift.” His eyes followed her as she left the room. He could hear her, humming happily to herself, as she did something in the kitchen. A couple of minutes went by, and she returned, with a bowl and a spoon. She tilted the bowl, for him to see the dry rusks in the bottom of the bowl, before she lowered the bowl to the floor, and squatted over it, grinning at him.

“I told you it would be a ‘personal’ gift”, she laughed. He squirmed in the restraints, as she used the spoon to mash the mixture into a semi liquid state. She sat back down on the sofa, lifting his head into her lap, as her gloved fingers reached into the bowl, collecting a handful of the mixture; holding her hand over his face.

“Open up for me, Daddy. I want to make sure you have my special meal. Don’t make me force you…..because I will if I have to. You already agreed to this, before we began. If I remember correctly, your words were ‘don’t give me the choice.’ “ He groaned, and allowed her fingers to push his lips apart. She tilted her hand, dropping the mixture into his waiting mouth. “You’re going to eat everything in this bowl for me. Whether you want to, or not. Easy way or hard way - I don’t mind at all, Daddy.”

He could feel his cock straining at the cage; at her words. Part of him wanted to push her, to see what she would do. But he also knew that she might give in, and stop. He obediently took the food as she scooped it into his mouth, holding her fingers in his mouth, for him to lick and suck her gloves clean. She spoke to him softly, as he ate. “There’s a good Daddy. Don’t worry, I’ve plenty more piss for you. I have to keep you hydrated, after all. Just keep eating; it’s not as though you can stop me, even if you wanted to.”

Her words made him throb in the cock cage; arms wriggling helplessly in their restraints, as he swallowed each mouthful she fed him. He was feeling a little apprehensive after her words; it seemed her intent was exactly what they had agreed, but he somehow hadn’t expected her to be quite so dominant and forceful. His mind kept replaying the words, wondering what she planned to do to him. When she’d wiped every last morsel from the bowl, she wiped her fingers across his face, smiling sweetly and innocently down at him. She wondered to herself if he actually realised how far she intended to go with him, and she peeled the gloves from her hands.

Lifting the hem of his skirt, she saw the wetness on the cage, his cock straining against the bars of its prison. Her hands slid up his body, stroking and tweaking at his nipples, through the satin top he wore. “Hmmm. I do so want to play with these. But I think we need to sort a couple of other things, first.” She slipped out from under him, using his leash to control his movements, as she made him sit, then stand; before leading him up the stairs, to the playroom, all too aware of her own arousal, her juices dripping from her sex, into her already wet panties.