"Yes, Master," she says, with a happy little wiggle.

John grins back at her. (She's cute when she wiggles. Also, she's hot. And naked still. And his.) 

"I will return shortly with breakfast. Love you!" she says, giving him a quick hug and then wiggling her way out of bed.

"I'm glad!" he says, back. (Wincing softly to himself thankfully out of her view. He really owes saying more than just that to her at this point.) 

He watches her leave, and then gets out of bed to head for the bathroom first, doing his best to think about the hot things that he's about to do, and not the mistakes that he's made. In theory, it's not that bad a mistake, he supposes. The real problem was that he couldn't stop thinking about it and it messed up his ability to have fun with her (and her to have fun with him, for that matter). Some part of him does wish he could have just told her to shut up and suck his dick when he had that thought (she would have found it hot, right? It seems like the sort of thing she'd find hot) but using his control over her to prevent her from arguing with him (or... well... it wasn't really arguing but it was something at least) is the sort of thing evil mind controllers do. (Maybe under controlled conditions, because it does sound hot). But still. He was supposed to stop dwelling on this, right? Instead he should go sit down in this sitting room. (And grab a book to distract himself. Actually, now that he thinks of it, some part of him wishes he could have a newspaper, which would fit the scenario much better, but he does hot have such a thing.) 

The sitting room has a coffee table that does not seem like it would easily fit a Rosy underneath, or at least not a Rosy sucking his dick. That's... a problem. He looks around the room, but doesn't see an obvious solution to this problem. (Fuck. Fuck.) Should he bring something in from another room? He has no idea where to go and what to even do about that. (Fuck!) The best he can do right now is flump down in the biggest coziest armchair, pull out his book, and try to distract himself with his book. Hopefully Rosy will be back soon, and she can tell him what she thinks they should do, since she knows the house better. 

It's maybe ten minutes before Rosy walks into the room, naked and carrying a tray. Breakfast is apparently pancakes, with butter, jam, and sausage. It looks and smells delicious.

She's already smiling, but when she lays eyes on John her face experiences a sunrise.

Gosh she is so into him. (It's really hot.) "Hi," he says, feeling a bit overwhelmed (in a positive way!) by the brightness of her smile (and how hot she is naked), his concerns (for the moment) forgotten. 

"Would it be silly to say I missed you? Well, I missed you."

She puts the tray down on the coffee table, pulls the coffee table a little farther from the armchair, glances around, and pulls over an end table to transfer the tray to.

"A little silly maybe," John says, "but I like hearing it anyways. At least as long as like, it isn't going to hurt you if you're not with me for a long period of time? I guess you would know if the ritual does something like that. You just, miss me, normally." John smiles, feeling weirdly light and happy about it (though also slightly strange, like how can she be missing him).

He watches her as she rearranges furniture a bit. That... probably fixes the logistical issues, even if his original vision was for under-the-table. (She's naked because he told her to be, rearranging things to serve him better. He really likes that.)

"I just miss you normally! You're very nice to be around."

With the tray set on the end table next to his chair, she kneels on the floor at his feet and smiles adoringly up at him.

"Hi," John says again, looking down at her bright smile (and feeling a bit lame about saying something so inane). "I should, um, probably order you to do something?" 

"That's up to you, Master. If you'd rather just enjoy having me in this position, you can do that too."

"I do enjoy having you in this position," John says, reaching down to possessively stroke her hair (after all, she's his possession now, at least for now), his cock getting harder. "But I think I know something that I'll enjoy even more." He reaches for the tray to make himself up a plate. "Unzip my pants, and pull out my cock," he orders, trying to not look in her direction (because it's hot to treat her that way), though he does keep stealing glances. 

"Yes, Master," she says happily.

(Fuck it's still hot when he feels the orders go through. And hot when she calls him Master, for that matter.) 

John uses the knife to put a generous pat of butter between each pair of adjacent pancakes in the small stack he's made. He looks curiously at the jam, and puts a few dollops of that on top of the stack as well (he usually does syrup, but the jam with the fish was really good last night and he's curious) before turning to the sausages. All of this while letting Rosy do as she was commanded while (mostly) concentrating on the food and not looking at her. (He does seem to keep glancing in her direction, though.) 

She does as instructed and then waits, happily, patiently, just a little yearningly, to be instructed further.

She doesn't have to wait very long. "Suck, slave," he orders her, putting four sausages onto his plate, and then picking up the knife and fork to get started. 

"Yes, Master," she breathes against his cock before taking it into her mouth.

John gasps involuntarily at the sensation, feeling his slave's mouth wrapped around his cock. Part of him wants to watch her, to fully focus on the blowjob, to really enjoy his new slave... but the point was that she's helping him, well, enjoy breakfast. And he wants to enjoy breakfast. So he takes the fork and knife, cuts off some of the pancake stack, and puts it in his mouth. 

Unsurprisingly, it's really good. 

She does her best to enhance the experience without distracting him too much from the food. It's amazingly easy to keep her priorities in order; if she'd tried this yesterday she'd be at risk of getting lost in how good it feels, but there's none of that now. It feels very good and she likes it and she has more important things to do than get carried away.