Family Dinner

After Dorothy finished fucking you senseless in her childhood bedroom, she made you clean her cock with your mouth, then dressed you in the same sheer white babydoll dress — still stained with cum and sweat.

“Come, Slutcunt. It’s time for family dinner.”

She led you downstairs on your leash. The grand dining hall was already set. A long mahogany table with crystal glasses and fine china.

The family was waiting.

Lady Eleanor sat at the head. Victoria and her well-dressed husband were on one side. Serena sat on the other, smirking.

Dorothy took her seat and pointed to the floor beside her chair.

“Kneel.”

You knelt obediently beside her, naked except for the sheer dress that hid nothing. The other males — Victoria’s husband in a tailored black suit with a discreet silver collar — were allowed to sit in proper chairs like respected spouses.

The first course was served: grilled seafood, fresh salads, roasted vegetables, and fine wine.

The cherished males ate elegantly with silverware.

You, however, received the “special” meal.

Dorothy placed a large stainless steel dog bowl on the floor in front of you. Inside was a disgusting mixture:

Half-eaten scraps from the family’s plates

A generous amount of her fresh piss

Thick clumps of dog food soaked in cum (from the kitchen staff’s dogs)

A warm swirl of diarrhea from one of the maids, specially prepared for you

Dorothy patted your head.

“Eat, Slutcunt. No hands. Just like the good bitch you are.”

While the rest of the family enjoyed their gourmet dinner and polite conversation, you lowered your face into the bowl and began lapping desperately. The taste was revolting — bitter, sour, salty, and earthy all at once. Drool and piss ran down your chin onto the marble floor as you ate like an animal.

Lady Eleanor watched with clear distaste.

“Must she eat like that at the table?” she asked coldly.

“She must,” Dorothy replied calmly, feeding you a piece of half-chewed fish from her fingers. “This is how I’ve trained her. She no longer deserves human food.”

Serena laughed and deliberately dropped a spoonful of her diarrhea-laced “sauce” into your bowl.

“Eat up, sister-in-law. You’ll need your strength for the wedding night.”

Victoria’s husband stared at you with a mixture of pity and disgust, quietly eating his perfectly cooked salmon.

You continued lapping at your bowl, face filthy, while the rest of the family enjoyed their civilized dinner. Every time you slowed down, Dorothy tapped your ass with her foot, forcing you to eat faster.

By the time dessert arrived (crème brûlée for them), your bowl was nearly empty. Dorothy scraped the last bits of her plate into it and poured the rest of her wine over the mess.

“Finish every drop,” she ordered.

You obeyed, licking the bowl clean while the family watched.

When you were done, Dorothy wiped your face with a napkin like a mother cleaning a messy child, then kissed your forehead.

“Good girl.”

Lady Eleanor sighed.

“Well… at least she’s obedient. Let’s hope she can behave during the wedding ceremony.”

Dorothy smiled and stroked your hair.

“Don’t worry, Mother. By the time I walk her down the aisle, Slutcunt will be the perfect wife.”

Dinner ended with you still kneeling beside Dorothy’s chair, belly full of filth, face messy, and cage leaking onto the marble floor.

Only ten days remained until the wedding.