Make her pay for her mistake.

Ethan kept a straight face, but he was internally grinning. Watching her crawl in front of him, hearing her excessive deference, calling him sir, it was all getting him a little bit hard already. He focused as hard as he could on her and sent a short command into her head: "All this humiliation, this embarrassment, this shame? Turns out, it secretly turns you on. But you don't know why, and getting turned on by being degraded? It makes you feel even more shameful and humiliated."

Despite his excitement, he lowered his tone as he finally replied, "You are an awful waitress. I can't understand how they haven't fired you already after all these fuckups tonight. Do you know how much these pants cost? More than you make in a week, at least. And now they're soaked in wine because you can't even pour from a fucking bottle without fucking up. What a waste of space."

He looked down to see tears well up as she kept wiping the floor. Her ass was peeking out from under her newly shortened skirt. She unsuccessfully tried to pull her skirt to cover herself up. Even though she was on the verge of bursting into tears, she felt a tiny bit of warmth between her legs. God, what the fuck was she doing? She had already made a massive mistake, and now she was getting off on it? What a slut, she thought to herself. She needed to pull it together, right now.

Seizing on her **** state, Ethan continued to press her, "Well, what are you going to do to make up for it?" You clearly can't afford to replace these pants. If you don't make it up to me, I'll walk right back into that kitchen and make sure you never work another day here, do you understand me?" He followed it with a few unspoken commands to her mind, "You'll do anything to keep me from getting you fired. The fact that you'll debase yourself just for a paycheck makes you feel so, so shameful."

She began to **** up. After all these mistakes, she was sure she was on thin ice. A complaint from a wealthy guest like him could be the last straw. She looked up at him with fear and begged, "I'm so sorry, sir, I understand that I ruined a very expensive item, I'll do anything to make it up to you. I really, really need this job, sir, please." She was on her knees in front of him, looking up with ****, shameful eyes.

He did his best to look unimpressed and replied, "Well, if you can't reimburse me for your mistake, you need to pay off your debt somehow. Your body isn't much to write home about, but I suppose it'll do if you can't pay me back any other way."

She felt a massive wave of relief that turned immediately into shame as the realization of what she had to do hit her. She looked up at Ethan and began to tremble.

She began to stammer. "What do you mean, sir?" she asked.

He shot back, "What do you think?"

"Oh. Uh... Yes. Of course, sir. I'm sorry. I understand."