When we were dating, my current wife would always tell me to "be nice" to the waitress, with what she considered what is now known to me as "feminine courtesy" and "feminine empathy." I would always treat the waitress nice, but I also would be very demanding and outright ugly if the waitress provided anything but the finest service. Then, half the time I would fail to give a generous tip, sometimes even no tip at all. Well, among many, many areas, this is one that my wife addressed with me after we were married and she had me safety locked in the chastity belt and under her control.
It started one evening when we went out to eat. It was a Friday evening, which is one of the busiest evenings of the week. Our waitress was beautiful. Also, she was new, and she wasn't very good. Before the evening was over, I had embarrassed my wife with my comments such that I soon learned that I would be taught a lesson.
When we arrived home, my wife made me strip down to the chastity belt, chained me, hand and foot, and stretched my arms over my head, attaching the cuffs to the electric winch, which pulled me to my tip-toes. She usually didn't use this restraint type unless I really did something bad. She put a penis gag in my mouth, blind- folded me, and turned out the light. I thought she was joking. 8 hours later, I knew that I was in serious trouble. My arms and shoulders were killing me. My legs were aching; my neck was aching; and I was sore everywhere. The next morning, she came in, turned on the light, took off my blindfold, and slapped my face hard. She sweetly said that this was for Laura, the waitress to whom I was so ugly the night previous.
Then, to my surprise, Laura walked in and smirked. My wife, Stephanie, stated that Laura had been invited here so that I could apologize. And apologize I did. After my wife let me down, I had to kiss Laura's feet and then service her. After that, my wife and Laura decided to teach me a real lesson. I would become a waiter at a local restaurant owned my one of my wife's rich girlfriends.
I would be made to wear a tuxedo and wait on people, under the very strictest of management. I would be required to memorize the menu and use no notepad when taking orders. Everything would be from memory. By the way, this is an Italian restaurant. Additionally, I would be maid to wait 2 additional tables over the regular heavy load, at my wife's suggestion, to make it challenging. Since my wife is a multi-millionnaire and I am her full-time husband house slave, I was free to take the job for as long as she desired. ALL money earned would go to a local charity.
I was made to work 50 hours a week for 6 months. During the whole time, I wasn't allowed an orgasm. She didn't want me to get distracted from my waitress duties. I was to provide perfect service, and I was to be extremely friendly, courteous, respectful, and, if needed, apologetic to the patrons. Her friend who owned the business would be sure that I was strictly supervised.
My wife used our demerit system. For every demerit I was assigned by the manager, I would be kept locked in the chastity belt one additional week. After the six months of being a waitress, I had an absolute and reverent respect for all waitresses. It is an impossible, thankless, low-paying job. It was very difficult to keep all of the tables serviced properly, and I had a hard time remembering everyone's order. In addition learning to these valuable lessons, I also racked up enough demerits that I will be locked in the chastity belt for 5 years. Laura still comes over to have me apologize, orally, and wait on her and whomever she brings as a guest for the times she stays in the guest wing.
Everytime we go out to eat now, my wife sweetly smiles as she watches me kiss the waitress's ass and express that "feminine empathy" that she always displays. When you walk a mile in her shoes..well, that's another story.
Husband House Slave/Waitress
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