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 Turned into a bitch.  The real tale of how I went from being an
accomplished businessman to a degraded bitch

   Femdom, Zoo, Real, F/M, FF/M, Humil, non-consensual By: Servus ut Canis
Servis.canis@gmail.com

   Chapter 3 - A Spicy Dinner

   There was a short discussion in Cantonese at the reception, and the
hostess showed us to a quiet table close to the wall.  We sat opposite each
other, and she put her hand out.  I gave her the leash, which was long
enough to be held by her under the table.

   A young waitress came, and handed us the menus.  A short dialogue in
cantonease and my menu was taken, while the waitress was smiling.  Ling put
the end of the leash on the table, and placed her iPhone ontop of it.  It
was visible, but only if you knew where to look.

   The waitress was back, and another short dialogue in Cantonease.  This
time the waitress was giggling, and she looked at me surprised.  I did
notice her eyes wonder to Ling's iPhone and knew she told her.  My face
went crimson with shame, while Ling dictated, matter of factly, to the
waitress.

   She ordered all the food for us both, and got me a pink cocktail with an
umbrella - which amused the waitress so much she made a point placing it in
front of me with a smile.  Then came the food, and I learned then that Ling
ordered the spiciest dishes on the menu.

   I had to eat it all.

   When Ling thought I am not eating well enough, she would tug on my
"leash" which caused an immediate sharp pain to my groin.  I devoured the
food with tears in my eyes, as it was so spicy.  My nose started dripping
and Ling called the waitress.  Some more Cantonease, more giggles, and the
waitress left.  When she came back she mockingly handed me some tissues.  I
was literally crying my way through dinner, red-faced with embarrassment
and utterly humiliated in front of the waitress.  And yet I was so aroused.


   My umbrella drink was gone before I knew it, and Ling agreed to order me
some water.  We got a pitcher and I drank most of it with my dinner.  Ling
was having a roasted duck, which was served with an empty plate for the
bones.  She pointed that I must taste the duck, which I was happy to do -
considering the fire raging inside my mouth.  I was surprised when she
placed a bone on my plate, and pointed to it.  And so from that moment on,
I was to clean the bones thoroughly after her.  Besides the degrading
aspect of eating Ling's dinner remains, I was further humiliated by the
bones that were piling on my plate.  The waitress (who casually passed by
our table every few minutes out of curiosity I guess) noticed it, and she
looked at Ling, who nodded.  Looking at me with a smile, she then took away
the empty plate that was to hold the bones.

   The waitress did not even approach me for desert, but rather took the
orders from Ling.  I had an espresso with no sugar or milk, and one bite
out of Ling's banana, that she was generous enough to share after she ate
most of it.

   When the bill arrived I paid it, and Ling went to the batroom.  The
waitress took her seat and started pulling on my leash.  I was moving
uncontrollably in my chair, and she found it amusing.

   We went back to Ling's apartment.  From the car to her door she again
lead me by the leash.  Upon entering she closed the door behind us and
pushed me against the door.  She then took out my member.  Huncho appeared
from nowhere, and was suddenly there - and he was rather excited to see us.


   She made me cum on the spot, my cum dripping to the floor.  To my
amazement Huncho was quick to lap it off the floor.  She mocked my semen to
be of a "dogly quality" and sent me home, asking/ordering that I wear my
leash from now on.

   This was the kinkiest dinner I have ever had, and I was left wondering
if our dating can ever become even kinkier.  I was relieved to conclude
that I have seen the worst.  Oh, how wrong and innocent.....