No

“Seriously?” asks Maria suspiciously, “She just crawled away to make dinner. It’s almost as if… She crawls a lot, doesn’t she? I bet she crawls more than she walks.”

“I dunno. Never thought about it much,” you say.

“She spends a lot of time being lower than you, doesn’t she?”

“Well, of course she does! She’s shorter than me.”

“No, I mean LOWER than you.”

You turn off the remote so supper could be ready faster. You look at Maria and say, “Is that the way you think of relationships? As higher and lower?” You think of all the comments she has made to Jane in the past.

The kitchen barely has room for a small bistro table. There are only two chairs. You keep hoping that one day Jane will want to use one. In the meantime, there is a soft mat beside your chair. When you are told supper is ready, you lead Maria into the kitchen and pull out her chair for her. You sit down as Jane brings two plates to the table. You knew there were only two pieces of meat in the package, so it doesn’t surprise you that the larger piece is on your plate. She’s given hers to the guest.

The guest who is now whining that she got the smaller piece and a smaller portion of fried rice with lots of vegetables.

You reply, “That is the way it is in my home. Always.”

Jane stands off to the side when she asks, “Will there be anything else?”

“Yes,” you reply quickly. “Bring another glass of water and a spoon.” When she brings them, you push your chair back a bit and pat your lap. “Sit.”

As she sits down gingerly, you can feel the chastity belt. Even though she was wrestling with the belt earlier, she has not practised sitting with one. Now that she’s on your lap, her head is almost even with yours.

“Sorry, we don’t normally have company over and have run out of chairs.” You know full well there is a chair by your desk and a stool in your bedroom. You also know that your pet doesn’t often eat in front of others.

You turn your plate so that the meat is close to her, away from your right hand. You pick up the spoon and take a bite of the fried rice. Then you pass the knife to your pet. “You get to deal with the meat tonight,” you say as you use your left hand to rub her back just above the chastity belt.

She cuts a piece of meat and feeds it to you. “Delicious.”

She cuts another piece but this time as she brings it near you, you push it towards her mouth instead. After she finishes swallowing you have a spoonful of fried rice for her to eat. This isn’t just punishment delayed; you don’t ever plan on actually starving her as punishment. The most that will happen will be that a meal is delayed while other punishments happen.

While your pet is cutting the next piece, you look over at Maria and begin a conversation about her work and your school. The conversation is between the two of you, but that’s OK since you know that Jane doesn’t like to talk to others and Maria never has anything good to say to her. You don’t mind having peace at the table. While you are talking, your left hand stays on Jane, caressing. Sometimes unseen, sometimes seen.

You notice though that if you don’t do anything, more of the meat comes in your direction. You start pushing every third piece to your pet. It’s not so noticeable if you do it while you are talking. You feed your pet fried rice while Maria is talking, trying to keep a one-to-one ratio to the direction of the spoon.

Thankfully there is no dessert on the counter. When your plate is empty you declare, “There won’t be dessert tonight.” The meal soon ends. You say, “Well, we shouldn’t keep you. I still have things to do tonight.” You tap the chastity belt, a silent signal of exactly what is on the agenda.

As you are walking Maria to your apartment door, you realize that she mentioned she had a reason for coming over. It must not have been important enough to bring up before or during supper. With your hand on the doorknob you say, “Hey, you said you had something important to ask me?”