You decide instead to sleep in bed with her that night and wait for the right time to enact more commands.
After a morning and afternoon of laying low, the moment the family assembles for dinner is the moment you are inspired to strike. You are all about to set up the dining room table, when you look over at Amber and give her a command.
~Crawl up onto the table and lay flat on your back.~
Her mom and sister gawk as she begins to do so.
"What are you doing??" Madison exclaims.
"I don't know, I'll get off in just a second! I'm sorry! Jeez!" Amber says nervously.
~What Amber is doing is normal and fine!~ You command, loud enough for everyone in the family to hear it.
A minute later, the meal has been assembled onto the table, weaving around Amber's body. The mashed potatoes are next to her ear, the hamburger is near her waist, the gravy near her arm and the corn in between her legs.
"I'm really afraid I'm gonna knock something over..." Amber says.
"That's okay, Amber." Madison says. "I'm sure it's tough to stay still like this.
"So do you want to eat right now?" Alex asks.
"I think we should wait until the rest of us are done." You suggest. Everyone agrees with you--didn't even need to command.
One other thing about the table was off--there weren't any napkins. You had commanded otherwise. Now, as the family began getting bits of mashed potato around their mouths, you laid out your final command for the evening.
~Everyone, Amber's clothes will be used as a napkin for this meal. This will be normal and fine.~
You snorted as Madison leaned over and rubbed her mouth against Amber's shins--a faint smear of potato now on her blue jeans. Her parents took turns tugging on her shirt and wiping their lips against it. You yourself rubbed some corn liquid on her chest, wondering if you could get away with copping a feel here (yes, you could.)
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You were amused in seeing her march away to get her clothes washed the first time, but the next evening's dinner you decide to change things a bit.
~Take your shirt off.~ You command of Amber.
You watch as her family freak out in confusion.
~Take your pants off.~ You add.
They start looking uncomfortable and upset at Amber, with she herself appearing very ashamed and terrified, until you clear the field with another ~this is fine~ type command, and get her to climb back up on the table like before.
~Attention everyone! For this meal, we will be using Amber's underwear as our napkin.~ You command.
You are delighted as Amber's dad repeatedly smears his messy lips against her right boob, and her mom does the same against her left boob. Her white, cotton bra is now stained with lasagna. You watch Madison have a much easier time with surface area, as she has an entire sock to work with. As an experiment, you lean over and rub your face against Amber's panties--feeling her bush gently scratch you on the lips. No one complains, but Amber does react with a certain amount of discomfort.
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The next day, you take things to the next step. For this meal, Amber is laying out on the dinner table completely naked. Her family has already been instructed to use her bare skin as a towel, and had even earlier been instructed to make tonight's cheeseburgers particularly juicy and saucy. You took a bath with her later that night, and enjoyed helping her scrape all the crusted fat off her skin as she scrubbed away in frustration.
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At last: it was pizza and hot wings night. For this dinner, you instructed the family to use Amber not just as a napkin, but as everyone's plate. Eight slices of meat lover's with cheesy crust were lain on her abdomen. A few parmesan pizza slices were stacked over her breasts. Zesty garlic wings were lined up along the lines between her arms and her sides--she had to keep her arms tight, or they would fall down.
"Thanks for being our plate, Amber!" Alex said reassuringly, taking a slice off her side.
"Oh, no problem." Amber said awkwardly and slowly, trying to keep the bread sticks balanced atop her face.
"I really like meat lover's." Madison thought out loud as she took the piece that was covering Amber's vagina. After taking a bite and waiting a moment, she inspected the underside of the slice and started blowing on it.
~No no, eat the pubes along with the pizza, Maddie.~ You instructed her.
Andrew had been delighting in the wings around Amber's underboob. He hummed from the good taste, leaned forward and licked Amber's skin, from the side of her arm, up around the bottom of her breast and towards the middle.
"Hoo! Sorry, Amber... gotta love that taste!" He said, somewhat embarrassed.
"Oh, oh I'm fine..." Amber sighed, relieved to have some room to move as the space atop her cleared up as everyone kept eating.
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You didn't even wait for the next evening--she was covered in pancakes and scrambled eggs the very next morning. Syrup was drizzling down her on all sides. It was your idea for her to hold her legs together, and to put the bacon on her crotch. Everyone was using plastic knives forks, naturally, when their plate was so sensitive and smooth.
"Ohwhoops." You say as your sunny side up egg bursts and drains along Amber's skin. You lean over and lick her outer thigh, up to her belly button. She tries not to quiver as she is licked right on the collar bone by her sister, who honestly just loves the taste of real syrup. (You commanded Alex to dish out the money for authentic maple even though they can't really afford it, just because you like it. This is probably the most morally questionable thing you've used the sapphire for.)
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"Hey... Daniel..." Amber asks, "Do you think I should get waxed?"
"I can understand why that may be advantageous." You say as you continue to pick bits of bacon out of her pubes. "Yeah, why not? I can get you a free waxing tonight."
"Really? How do you get it for free?"
"...uh, charisma. Obviously."
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The next evening, after finishing her role as a salad bowl, Madison pointed to a notable amount of ranch which had descended its way into Amber's nether region.
"That's bad, right? Couldn't you get an infection from that?" Madison asked.
Everyone looked around, worried for a moment.