Starving for Love

Chapter One

Self Improvement

Stupid fucking bitch. Worthless cum sucking slut. Ugly fat stupid whore. Ungrateful, selfish dumb cunt. She whispered these and other obscenities to herself I the mirror. Lisa had hated herself for a long time but she was truly pissed at herself right now. Her owner had beaten, chastised and given her a laundry list of some complaints last night. She memorized each one:

You are still to fat

You aren't keeping the house spotless

You are a lazy bitch

You are a selfish cunt

You are a jealous whore

You don't try hard enough to please me

You are a lousy fuck

You are a shitty cocksucker

You don't bring me enough money

You are ugly

You don't hurt yourself enough

She though about each one in detail. She had felt she was giving her all, but he was right as always. She needed to improve and immediately Stupid fucking twat. She smacked herself hard about 6 times, while glaring at her pale bruised face I the mirror. Selfish fuckhole. Piss drinking bitch. She continued insulting herself while she dug her nails into both nipples and pinched, twisted and squeezed as hard as she could until tears welled up in her eyes. She then put her slut hand up under her short shirt and did the same to her clit. Tears ran down her cheeks smearing her blue mascara, before she let go.

The bitch put her hands against the mirror, lined her cunt up with the edge of the sink and rammed her snatch hard 11 times, once for each complaint against the corner. It felt like someone had whacked her cunt with a baseball bat. She almost lost her piss, but managed to hold it

That had been why she initially came in here, to relieve the pressure o her swollen bladder. But after seeing her dumb cocking sucking face I the mirror she decided she didn't deserve the relief. She had held it all last night, and was now determined hold it the rest of the day.

She had screwed up a male's order and shouldn't be rewarding herself, but increasing her discomforts. It didn't matter how bad she had to piss, how much she was starving, how exhausted she was or how much pain she was in. She existed to please males, and fucking up his order was not very pleasing. He had ordered mashed potatoes and she had brought him French fries. What a dumb twat. She ripped some her hair out of her head on both sides and put it n her mouth. Her owner was hairy and she frequently got hairs in her mouth when licking and sucking on him. She was losing hair anyway from her starving, and she hoped it didn't all fall out cause she knows how much her owner like to pull on it.

She teetered in her heels over to the corner, dropped her easy ass to the dirty ground and proceeded to do 40 situps on the cold hard tile floor. She scarcely had the energy to do one situp, but managed to force herself through all them, all while insulting herself.

C'mon you fat ugly whore. Pathetic pussy. You deserve all the pain. Make it hurt worse bitch.

Her stomach region in cramps and her pussy raw and bruised, she wobbly rose up to her aching feet. Her feet would aches simply from being o them all day, but these 4 inch stiletto heels were chosen to increase her torment. They were her only pair of shoes and were too small for her feet. They were heavy, hard, rigid and narrow and rubbed her feet raw as she teetered around in them all day. Both shoes were also liberally sprinkled with metal shavings that cut and dug into her bare feet as she walked. Recently she also added waded up paper at the toe of each shoe as she found it greatly increased the cramping in her feet

She teetered back to the mirror and smacked herself a few more times before trying to look at her tooth in the mirror. It was the one thing o her body that didn't hurt because of her owner or herself. She had a cavity or something. Out of obligation she had informed her owner of the pain three months ago. He was uninterested and didn't care, as was proper. She hated the thought of him spending any money on her, oh bothering himself with her comfort I the slightest. She was there to please and serve him, to make his life easier. There shouldn't be any reciprocation. She didn't want someone to love, comfort or respect her.

Her owner was a real man. He used and abused her without any regard to her feelings, wants and needs. He was brutal and merciless and demanded that his cunt serve him 24/7. She absolutely did not deserve and comfort, leisure or pleasure. She wanted no reciprocation or appreciation for her service. Quite simply she was a cunt and was born to serve and please men. Her service and submission was not a gift, but the birthright of all males. It was she who was grateful and appreciative o the opportunity to slave herself. And she must always show that gratitude.

She smiled at the pain for second finding it ironic that she could even have a cavity when she ate so little.

Straitening out her outfit she minced out the bathroom door to continue her waitressing duties.

This was her fourth double this week. 16 hours days, not including the walking time to get there. Exhausted though she was, she had asked both jobs for more hours and was looking for a third job. She felt she had too much leisure time and besides her owner had been complaining she was brining him enough money. Truth be told he was blowing most of her earning on self indulgent whims, and other bitches. But of course that was his right.

Only another two hours here, then she would walk to her second job.

Here are the fries you asked for sir, I'm very sorry. The meal will be on the house.

Yea thanks.

Her cunt got a little wet at the fact that this man showed little appreciation for the free meal. It was not after all on the house, but in fact on her. She made it a firm practice to pay for the meal of any man's order whom she screwed up, in the slightest way. If the man had to wait too long for his food, whether it was her fault or not, or she felt that she gave him anything less then her absolute best, she would often pay for some or all of the meal. On some days she ate up half or more of her tips, paying for men's food. She kept a little journal of each one and presented it to her owner. He beat her savagely for losing him money, as he should. She had cut back on paying some for small offenses because she felt her owner deserved her tip money more, but felt she should always pay for the meal if she screws u the order. Unlike the other bitches that worked there, she didn't write down orders. Instead she simply scribbled obscenities on the pad at her self while she listened intently Then she would mince back to the kitchen and verbally givethe order. Sometimes she would take two or three orders to further increase her stress before reporting them to the cook.

She always made sure to wait on man first. If they were with a bitch, she ignored the cunt and asked the man for her order. For cunts there by themselves, she was sometimes downright rude too. She disliked twats in general, and especially those who didn't know that they were twats. She always took their orders last, behind any men. She didn't care if she screwed u their orders and sometimes did so on purpose. Sometimes, she would let their food sit and get cold before brining it to them. She didn't bring refills and generally was a lousy bitch of waitress to other cunts.

She didn't have any friends at either job. Her coworkers were generally rude and condescending to her and that's the way she wanted it. She didn't deserve friends, that was a privilege for males. She was there to work and earn money for her owner, not to gossip or leisure. She talked as little as possible to coworkers, though was of course extra nice to the male manager. He coworkers would sit around and smoke or gossip on their breaks and sometimes when they weren't on break. They were way past the point of trying to include her in any conversations, and now they mostly ignored her and talked about her when she was out of ear shot.

Lisa never took breaks. She would occasionally use the restroom if she really had too or punish herself, usually the latter, but she never took breaks.

Her second waitressing job was about 6 blocks away. It took her almost a half hour to get there in her heels, as she couldn't take very big steps in these. The excessive swaying of her hips also help to cause further irritation of the plug in her ass and the large dildo in her cunt. The extremely tight corset insured they she could only take shallow breaths.

She actually liked her second job better, because it was shitty place to work and more befitting of her. It was more of a biker bar and the patrons were typically more rude, cheaper, meaner and much more likely to grab her ass or talk down to her. Both were practices she readily encouraged. She kept the other waitressing job because she made better tips for her owner there. But she had already decided if she got a third job it would be in another dive like this.

By the end of the day she had been felt up three times and paid for four males' food. The walk home took slightly more then an n hour.

She walked down the driveway past his car. She hadn't driven it since she signed it over to him. He rarely too her anywhere, but when he did she had to kneel in the back seat. Though a few times she had been allowed to kneel in the front seat when he wanted a blowjob.

She walked passed the neatly trimmed yard, around the side of the house and into the garage door, the only door she was permitted to use. Inside the garage, she minced up to the door leading into the house knelt her bare knees on the cold stone step, and pressed the buzzer indicating she was home.