Pamela almost choked on her mouthful of water. Yet, partly because it sounded insanely humiliating, she found herself getting unbelievably aroused.
The waiter arrived at that second with their meals. He set the steak down in front of the man, and then put the pureed bowl of bangers and mash in front of her.
Pamela tried to distract herself from her mortifying meal by picking up her cutlery, but she couldn’t find it. She looked over at the waiter. “Excuse me, do you mind bringing me some more cutlery? I can’t seem to find mine.”
He smirked. “Apparently a napkin’s all you’ll need.” He handed her a large fabric cloth and then turned as another table attracted his attention.
She looked over at the man in complete shock. He picked up his knife and fork and beckoned toward her food. “Well then, eat up. I expect you to lick that bowl clean!”
She glanced around the restaurant before quickly dipping her head down to the bowl to take a bite. Mashed potato got on her nose. She straightened to self-consciously wipe it off.
He grinned. “Oh, yeah – and anything you don’t eat will get stuffed down your panties – and, while they can clearly hold a lot, I’m not sure you want to be waddling out of her with mashed potato sliding down your thigh.”
She opened and closed her mouth a few times. The man smirked and pulled out his phone and examined the second picture she had sent him. “Looks like you missed a phrase: ‘Cock Sucker.'”
The woman blushed and closed her mouth again, yet the glimpse of her wantonly naked body on his phone excited her.
He nodded toward her food and she hesitantly bent her head to take another mouthful. She straightened quickly and looked around her self-consciously as she swallowed it down, but no-one appeared to have noticed the way she was eating from her bowl like an animal.
Her hair fell forward into the potato as she bent to eat again. She grabbed her napkin but the man pulled it out of her hand. “On second thoughts, I don’t think piggies even need a napkin, do you? In fact, really I should just throw your pig swill on the floor and get you to lick it up. But this is a family restaurant so we will have to make do.”
Blushing, she carefully teased the mashed potato out of her hair with her fingers. But as soon as she bent to eat again, her hair got covered in the thick paste once more.
She tried to subtly tuck her hair behind her ear, but this just meant she had less to hide behind when she bent to eat again.
The man chuckled as he watched her. “It doesn’t make any difference what you look like – underneath it all you’re still just a dirty piggy.”
She lowered her head and nodded, yet still couldn’t help but try and keep herself presentable – after all, other diners might see!
Before each mouthful she looked around to make sure she wouldn’t be caught eating her ‘swill’ straight from her bowl like an animal, but each time her furtive glances only served to highlight just how truly embarrassing it was to be made to eat like this. Meanwhile, the man was carefully cutting up each piece of his steak and eating it as though he were bred on cucumber sandwiches and caviar.
She swallowed down the last mouthful and pushed her bowl away.
The man looked at it and nodded. “Good piggy. And I see your hair is starting to get appropriately matted.”
She put her hands up to her head in horror, but he shook his head. “No. Piggies shouldn’t go around with carefully coiffured hairstyles. But don’t worry, by the end of the night your hair will be appropriately disheveled. You’ll be picking stuff out of it for days.”
Pamela squirmed excitedly but a little awkwardly in her seat. “So, er, what’s the plan for the rest of the evening?”
“Stick your tongue out.”
She looked at him in slight surprise.
He raised an eyebrow. “Do you want me to ask you twice?”
She shook her head and hastily stuck out her tongue.
He clamped a binder clip onto her tongue. She squeaked as pain flared through her tender tip. He smiled. “There’s a taste. Now, no more questions.”
She moved her hand up to remove it but he slapped it away. “Your piggy body is mine for the night, remember? That clip is staying in place until I remove it, so hands down.”
Pamela looked at him with wide eyes but did as he said, carefully retracting her tongue so as to hide the clip inside her mouth. It throbbed painfully.
The waiter came over and handed the man a cheque. “Anything else? Any boxes?”
Pamela shook her head as nonchalantly as possible, blushing slightly at the fact her bowl had clearly been literally licked clean.
The man smiled and pulled out his credit card. “No, I think that will be all.”
The waiter nodded and went to run his card.
Pamela whimpered a little, hoping the man would remove the clip. The man looked over at her. “Is that clip painful on the tip of your tongue?”
She nodded pitifully.
He smiled. “Oh but piggy, I’ve barely even begun to hurt you yet!”
She gasped and put her hand up to her mouth to try and hide the flash of the binder clip. “‘ir!”
He leaned forward. “Tell me, does your piggy cunt flood at the thought of writhing around in agony at my feet?”
Pamela whimpered a little but nodded. He smirked. “Good.” He nodded toward the water jug. “I believe the order was that you emptied this?”
Her eyes widened as stared at the remaining water. Not only was her bladder beginning to feel uncomfortably full, but she still had the clip clamped onto her tongue!