Öffentliche demütigung unter dem tisch im restaurant

Nothing is simple or obvious when a loser goes out with me. Nothing keeps him safe, not even being at dinner in a restaurant full of people. I am in control of the situation and if the loser on duty is ordered to get under the table half naked, for my enjoyment or so that my supreme ends do not touch the floor, he does. Without ifs and buts... a worm must be willing to do anything for his own Goddess, even to be humiliated before prying eyes