Dinnertime was approaching, and Joan was trying to figure out how to ask Penny what she liked to eat-- the instructions said only that she was not to be 'interfered with' in the kitchen.
'Maybe I can take her to a restaurant,' thought Joan. 'Will she be able to pick things off a menu?'
Her thoughts were interrupted as Penny entered the room. Penny was still naked, technically, but she wore a red-and-white patterned apron that covered her chest and stomach and two or three inches of her thighs. Her behind was completely bare except where the apron strings were tied behind her. The outfit transformed her into a living homage to 1950's girlie magazine fantasies, with the apron top tented out by Penny's breasts, and Penny's long legs extending down like a rendering of Vargas, Driben, or Ward.
'Penny make dinner now,' announced the beautiful girl, smiling. With that, she turned and went into the kitchen.
Joan was singularly amazed by this, but she recalled the rule-- Penny should not be interfered with in the kitchen. Did that actually mean Penny should be allowed to cook? Apparently so!
Joan went to stand at the kitchen door, playing the dedicated caregiver supervising her charge. Of course, she was getting an enormous kick out of watching the absurdly sexy young woman move about in the ridiculously brief apron!
Penny was obviously competent and confident in the kitchen as she labored over a skillet preparing Chicken Alfredo and several side dishes. She worked quickly and with flare.
And something else-- Joan caught glimpses of Penny's facial expressions while she was working, and it was as if Joan were looking at a different person! Penny the bimbo was not in evidence-- it was Penelope the sophisticated gourmet cook who was in charge here.
This Penelope persona had a different kind of beauty from Penny's; a richer, more sophisticated, and perhaps more carnal appeal. Joan was again experiencing the jittery nervousness of discovering an object of desire-- a feeling she had never known before today. She realized that she was, in fact, falling in love for a second time-- with the same woman!
Joan was hypnotized by this Epiphany of loveliness, as the naked woman busied herself about the kitchen. And soon, Penny/Penelope was donning oven mits to pull a casserole from the oven. If the kitchen's aroma were any sign, Joan anticipated that this would be the tastiest feast she'd ever indulged in.
The curvaceous mystery girl set the table with the same busy concentration and flare, uncorking a bottle of wine and pouring with practiced expertise. But it was only when all the steaming dishes had been set out that Joan noticed only one place had been set at the table. Had Penny cooked the meal for herself alone? Joan hoped not!
Penny's next move made the situation clear. She took a modest portion of the chicken dinner and placed it in a plastic dish. It was in fact a dog's meal dish, and Penny set it down on the kitchen floor.
Then Penny removed her apron, got down on her knees, and leaned over the dish to eat.
'No, Penny!' said Joan. She stocked over to where the luscious woman was kneeling and pulled her to her feet. Penny resisted, but Joan was having none of it! Rules or no rules, no woman Joan adored was going to be eating from the floor if she had anything to say about it!
Joan put Penny's dog dish on the counter, and literally dragged the naked girl out into the dining room. She attempted to force Penny down into a dining room chair, but the curvacious beauty's squeels of panic alarmed Joan.
'What's wrong?' asked Joan. 'Why on Earth can't you eat at a table?'
Penny pointed insistently at a closed drawer in the china cabinet. Keeping one arm around Penny, Joan led her over to it.
Within the drawer, Joan found nothing except a set of metal handcuffs and ankle cuffs attached together by a yard-long chain.
Penny nodded as Joan picked them up. Joan saw that they were a kind of novelty item-- though solidly made-- with little buttons on the sides for opening them without a key.
When they returned to the chair, Penny willingly sat in it, and placed her arms behind the chair. She also lifted her ankles up behind the seat. She was waiting to be bound hand and foot into the chair.
Seeing that imprisonment would be the only way to quell Penny's restiveness, Joan proceeded to put the cuffs on her. They rendered the naked woman completely helpless and a prisoner in the chair.
Of course, this situation also made it impossible for Penny to feed herself.
'I guess we'll have to share, won't we, cupcake?' said Joan. She scooped up a forkfull of chicken from her dish and brought it over to Penny's mouth.
But she hesitated, and decided she should taste it first. After all, Penny might have cooked up a culinary monstrosity!
Joan withdrew the fork just as Penny was bending forward to take a bite. The hungry girl frowned and watched as Joan ate the food she'd first offered to Penny.
Joan savoured the delicious, lightly-seasoned mouthful. Then she noticed Penny's hungry anticipation.
'Oh, I'm sorry, dear, did I swipe that away from you?' She smiled, and scooped up another forkful of chicken for Penny. But just as Penny was about to take it into her mouth, Joan bowed to an impulse and pulled it away.
'I like this,' Joan thought. 'I like teasing this beautiful woman, having the power to feed her or not as I please!' Joan waved the fork in front of Penny's face, and Penny's eyes followed it with frustration and hunger. 'She's completely at my mercy and under my power! She could starve if she got on the wrong side of me!'
Joan held the forkful of chicken still, just out of range of Penny's mouth. Penny leaned forward, and Joan withdrew the fork a tiny bit. Penny leaned forward some more, and again Joan withdrew the fork. Then Joan slowly moved the fork to the side, and Penny turned her head, following it. Finally, Joan rewarded Penny by letting her have the forkful of chicken.
Joan proceeded this way for the rest of the meal, teasing Penny and obliging her to beg and struggle for every bite. Often, Joan would hold a forkful tantalizingly close to Penny, then withdraw it and eat it herself, making a great show of enjoying it as Penny watched in frustration. She also tormented Penny by allowing her only tiny sips of water, sometimes rationing out only a few drops at a time, barely enough to assuage the young woman's thirst. Naturally Joan saved the wine for her own palate.
Joan was surprised at the cruelty she found in herself. But she couldn't help it-- the situation was bringing it out in her. The feeling of absolute power over this beautiful woman was just too intoxicating!
With all of the mischief Joan inflicted on Penny, it took nearly an hour for them to work their way through the meal. Then Joan went into the kitchen and made a bowl of ice cream, and prolonged Penny's amusing predicament for another half hour. Towards the end, Joan found herself becoming more generous, indulging Penny with happy mouthfuls of the rich neopolitan.
Joan was beginning to understand first hand why dictatorships throughout history were alternately severe and benevolent-- each extreme was an opportunity to express the absolute power the despot had over his or her subjects.