One place

Sitting at a table for the first time would be hard enough. Using cutlery and etiquette might just be an extra stress. So supper tonight was going to be something you ate with your hands. Burgers from your favourite burger joint. All the toppings (well, except hot peppers). Fries. Onion rings. Thick milkshakes.

However, when you brought the bag into the kitchen, you see only one place setting at the table.

"Jane!" you bellow. "Come here!" Jane crawls quickly to the kitchen. You turn to her and quickly and demand in a loud voice, "How could you break a rule so soon? Why did you not set a place for yourself at the table?"

"Master, I was...I was hoping that we could...sit...sit like we sat last night? Ya know? I was kind of hoping to do that again." Her tone changes slightly. "You said I had to sit at the table, but you didn't say I had to sit in my own chair." She looks up at you with such puppy dog eyes. But you don't see much hope in them any more, just hesitance and a bit of fear.

"Oh pet, come here." You put down the bag and open your arms wide. When she steps into them you wrap your arms around her. "I like your plan. But I got burgers for us tonight and this burger is a two-hander, even for me. I won't have a hand available to touch you during supper. How about this? How about you make pizza tomorrow. I can eat that with one hand. And then you can sit on my lap for pizza tomorrow night?"

You just feel the nod against your chest and hear a sniffle. Eventually you pull apart. Jane gets another plate from the cupboard. It's when you reach to return the cutlery that you notice there were two glasses at the place setting. You had missed seeing the clear glass because you yelled too soon.

"Pet, I'm sorry I yelled so loud and got so angry so quickly. Will you forgive me?"

Silence. Jane is shocked. When was the last time someone asked HER for forgiveness or told her they were sorry? "Umm. Yes?"

"Thank you."

The table is set appropriate to the meal. Food and milkshakes are distributed. And as you pick up your burger you say, "You know, it wasn't planned this way but tonight's meal can also be a celebration too. You obeyed all of the rules today. Well done, Pet!"

You wait until she has picked up her burger before you take a big bite out of yours. "Mm. This tastes so good!" You watch her take a smaller bite while you chew. You watch her face change while she chews. She enjoys it.

She squirms throughout supper. She rarely sits properly upright on chairs. You've gotten her to sit on the couch before, but then she usually lounges or lays down or curls up. And this is not a padded chair. Adding to her adjustment is the chastity belt you put on her at breakfast. She sometimes rocks to one side or the other trying to find the most comfortable way to sit. Eventually she realizes she must have impeccable posture to stay comfortable yet she must also lean forward when eating the burger. This results in a good show as you watch her rock back and forth.

However, near the end of your meal the show gradually changes. It gets slower and she doesn't look as happy any more. Her face starts looking stressed and eventually she lets out a single whimper. "Master?"