You make her lick the bowl clean

You wonder whether Naomi will go along with this, your heart racing as you decide if you’re going to do it.

Then you place the bowl on the floor in front of her.

“Now lick the rest up,” you say.

Naomi’s eyebrows lower in shock, maybe a bit of anger or frustration too. She looks from you to the bowl on the floor. She sighs. “Yes Sir.”

She holds her hair in both hands so she won’t get soup in it, she leans forward with her head over the bowl. She licks the rim of the bowl first, turning her eyes to you to see if you’re looking. She continues to lick, putting on a bit of a show for you as she’s on her knees, eating like a pet. A bit of soup is stuck to her chin, but there’s no way to wipe it off as she holds all of that curly hair. A couple of people on other tables are watching, including the large group of men in suits you wanted to avoid.

After a couple of minutes, the bowl is licked clean, her tongue tidying up the last few drops. There’s a round of applause coming from the big table. Naomi's cheeks turn bright red in embarrassment, but it only turns you on more.

“Good girl,” you say as you pick up the bowl and wipe Naomi’s chin clean.