She pats his head “Yes of course you may” she answers some warmth returning to her voice just a little purr. She strokes his hair for a moment before undoing the straps and letting him of but not before re inserting the anal plug with a new dose of the strange jelly.<br/><br/>There is a bowl of brown gray pulp next to the chest it smells of nothing and tastes like nothing with the consistency of overcooked broccoli and thin pudding. It has no taste not even the rare crunchy bits or any recognizable material it could be made from. It is cold.<br/><br/>After Jules has eaten she comes over and smacks his ass again “Clean that bowl up” she warns him standing over him until he dos so before she kneels down and takes his face in hand looking him over a small smile on her face as she cleans his face with a cloth being surprisingly gentle as she dos so. When she was satisfied she pats his face “Their” she announces and stands walking to a large comfortable chare and sitting her self in it “Come and thank your mistress” she orders and spreads her legs putting one knee over the arm rest<br/>