Demeaning Dinner

"What's for dinner?" asked Marty as he walked past Lindy into the dining room.

"I hope you like Chinese," said Lindy.

"It's OK, but next time, check with me before you order."

"I'm sorry," said Lindy, not believing she was doing it. She watched Marty sit at the head of the dining room table.

"Well?" he asked

"Oh, I'm sorry." Lindy rushed into the kitchen. She came back with a plate, a knife and fork, and a wine glass. She went back to the kitchen and grabbed the bags of chinese take out and a bottle of wine. She went back to the dining room and arranged the containers and poured Marty a glass of wine. She could not believe she was waiting on him like she was a cowed 1950s housewife serving her man, and she was even more surprised when she found herself getting turned on.

Aimee came down and saw Marty and her mom. She shook her head. "Not sure when I'll be back."

"Nice ass," said Marty.

Aimee wanted to tell Marty off, but she liked how he had complimented her ass, so without saying a word, she just left, wondering what it would be like for Marty to fuck her up the ass.

Lindy went back to the kitchen to get herself a plate, fork, and glass. She came back and set the place for her.

Marty took a container of orange chicken, dumped it on Lindy's plate then got up and put the plate on the floor. "This is for not asking me what kind of food I wanted and not having it ready for me when I arrived. Eat without using your hands."

"Yes, sir," said Lindy meekly, still stunned at how she was acting, and even more stunned it was turning her on. She got on her hands and knees and lowered her face to the food and started eating. As she demeaned herself, she grew more and more aroused.

"Clean your plate," said Marty as he fixed his own plate.

After they had finished, Marty had Lindy crawl into the living room.

"Strip to your panties," demanded Marty.

Again, Lindy found herself not only unable to refuse, but needing to obey Marty. She stripped. Her nipples were erect and she looked down and noticed a small wet spot in the crotch of her bright red lace panties.

"Get on your hands and knees in front of the couch," said Marty.

Lindy obeyed, and Marty put his feet on her back and turned on the TV.

"Rub yourself through your panties."

Lindy reached under her with her right hand and started rubbing herself. The more obedient she was and the more demeaned she felt, the hornier she grew