Starving for Love

Chapter Three

Evening Activities

She took a quick survey of the house as she walked to her owner's den. Although she had stayed up all night making the house spotless for hum, he apparently had spent all day trashing it for her. Good bitch, you'll be up real late again tonight making it spotless for him. And when she told her self spotless, she meant spotless. There wouldn't be a trace of dust, dirt or hair anywhere. And if there was she'd expect a beating for it. There would be no clutter anywhere, everything right where her owner demanded it be. All of his clothes freshly ironed and neatly folded or hung exactly where he wanted. And she wouldn't go to be until she was certain it was as clean as possible, even if it meant cutting into her four hours of sleep. Better she only get an hour or two of sleep, or none at all, then he find a spec of dust somewhere.

She would have to start by cleaning up his messes. There were clothes strewn around the living. Food and dishes were scattered I the kitchen. The stove was a mess. Most notable he had dropped and left a beer can on the floor, which had spilled out all over. She made mental notes as she strutted towards his den. Big messes first, then noisy things like vacuuming, before he goes to bed, then everything else.

The house was moderately decorated, but would stood out the most were the pictures. Around the house there were numerous pictures of bitches from magazines or the Internet. He hung many of them up but sometimes made her do it. A few were glamour shots of porn stars, but most were violent and degrading acts being done to cunts. Whippings, violent fuckings, pissing, hair pulling etc. On a piece of paper, under each picture lisa was required to write what she could learn fro the picture, and why the bitch in the photo was better then she was. There were 50 plus pictures hanging throughout the house and it was difficult to write these without getting too redundant. She noticed he had hung another one in the hallway, and she had to remember to write her response, before bed.

Walking towards his den, she sneezed. Into her hand. She was forbidden Kleenex or toilet paper as her owner refused to waste money on her. She quickly licked the snot from her hand and sucked the rest back up her nose. She was careful not to wipe away the whore's spit, as her owner would want to see it.

With renewed vigor she decided she was going to be a better slave. All of his complaints about her were valid and she was going do her utmost to please him and correct her deficiencies. She minced to the door of his den and knelt with legs spread and eyes down. Arms behind her she waited for him to acknowledge her. He didn't turn and look at her for nearly five minutes. She knelt silently and suppressed another sneeze while she waited. He was looking at Internet porn as usual and simultaenously watching a football game. He sat naked in his leather chair and periodically stroked his cock as he looked at his smut.

Finally still without looking at her he snapped his fingers. She immediately crawled on hands and knees toward his chair. He grabbed her hair and roughly pulled her head towards his dick. She engulfed his cock to the hilt and immediately began sucking and licking it. She bobbed up and down a few inches but always kept the majority of his 8inch prick in her throat. She licked around his dick and she sucked and lapped at his balls when she went al the way down. His dick tasted of ass and cunt from the whore he had just fucked. She knew he wanted her to clean it for him. He continued to surf his porn as she gobbled his prick for the next five minutes. He grabbed a couple pens and dropped them on the floor by her. Continuing to suck she hardly missed a beat as he placed the pens under knees for added discomfort and then returned her arms behind her.

She sucked and chocked on his prick for another 7 minutes, before he finally said anything to her.

This bitch is so much hotter then you. I wish I could fuck that ass.

She mumbled a yes sir, but with his dick in her throat it was unintelligible. He kept one hand knotted din her hair, and occasionally pushed down on her, though it wasn't necessary. Sometimes he would hold her head all the way down and did so for about a minute. She had learned by necessity to breathe through her nose. Her nose was running and she was teary eyed from gagging. Though still she thought only of his pleasure. She loved sucking his cock and felt its oral worship was one of the most important things she could do. Fortunately she got to almost every day. He used her throat more then any other hole and even when he fucked her cunt or ass, he usually finished I her throat. He was forcing her head down faster now, and indication he was about to cum. A minute later he shit his load down her throat. He always came a lot. He held her head there until he was finished. His grip loosened but he didn't pull her off. She felt his prick shrinking as she waited. Finally he yet loose his piss. She swallowed as fast as he could, probably gulping down a pint before he was finished. Finally he yanked her head off. She remained kneeling on the pens, eyes cast down.

So you only made 78 today cunt?

Yes sir I'm sorry sir

How many males' orders did you fuck up today?

4 sir

He smacked her four times.

What the fuck is wrong with you. How long have you been a waitress, your whole fucking life, and you can't keep a few orders straight

I'm sorry sir.

God you are pathetic.

How did I get such a stupid slave?

I'm sorry sir

Your worthless ass needs to start bringing in more cash, whores aren't cheap you know.

Yes sir

Have you gotten that third job yet?

No sire but I've put in application at five places, and hope to have one soon.

I want your fat lazy ass working doubles seven days a week.

Yes sir

He lit up a cigarette as he traditionally did after coming and blew smoke in her face. He put the lit cigarette to her tits several times then to nipples and neck and face. She held still and winced but didn't cry out or at least made a slight whimper. He used her mouth as his ashtray, which she conveniently held open for him. When he finished it, he tossed the butt in.

You love me cunt?

Yes sir with all my heart sir

Show it

Still kneeling her arms behind her she bent down and kissed his bare feet, bathing them with her tongue. He put his foot on her head pinning it to the ground she struggled to lick its bottom as he did.

He jammed his toes in her mouth and slaved to suck and clean between them. After about five minutes, he pushed her head away with his foot.

Get to work bitch

Yes sir

She knelt up, removed the pens and put them on his desk, then crawled out of the room once, once out she rose to her aching feet which hurt even worse now that she had been off them and began her chores, which would occupy the rest of the evening.

She minced into the kitchen, got on her hands and knees and with a small towel did her absolute best to scrub up the bill he spilled. She had very items to use for cleaning, and he expected her to make do with as little as possible. An old toothbrush, a couple ripped rags, were the only instruments she had to clean u messes. She was also forbidden to use water, since they had a water bill, so she wetted the rags were her mouth of licked crusted stains to moisten them. She was allotted a very small amount of soap so she could hand wash all the dishes, and she had to have them dry and spotless before they were put away. Vacuuming and ironing were easy, but folding and putting away his clothes was more difficult as he was very meticulous how he wanted everything folded and where it was to be kept. Dusting had to be done every day, and it was a challenge to remember to do every nook and cranny where dust could accumulate. Plus her old rage didn't exactly pick up dust, so she found licking her fingers and using them actually worked a little better. After about three hours of meticulous cleaning, she found the house looked as clean as when she left this morning.

Lisa knelt at a table in front of the new picture smut picture her owner hung today. She had t write an assessment of what she could learn from the picture and why the bitch or bitches in the photo were better then her. SO exhausted was she, that she almost forgot to get her triangle kneeling block. It was a 2ft triangle shaped bad she was required to kneel on when she wrote. Theses moments were considered to be her personal reflection time, where she should kneel and think not only about the picture, but also about what it means to be a bitch and how she can improve her service to her owner. Kneeling there she was careful not lean or put any weight on the table. In fact she kept one are behind her and only her pen touched the table, that way she made sure her entire fat ass was painfully supported on her knees.

This picture had a cunt with a black eye and split lip. She had stripes and bruises all down her back and ass, and her tits looked swollen and purple. She was being gang raped by three men, each hole servicing a cock. The bitch had cum on her face, hair and ass, as well as some blood. She had an agonizing look on her face. Lisa stared at the picture for minutes racking her tired little brain o what to write.

The bitch in this picture exemplifies what it means to be a proper cunt. Selflessly serving men with all her holes. She ignores her own pain and discomfort and focuses solely on pleasing her superiors. As is proper these men use this cunt solely for their enjoyment and with a total disregard for the bitch, showing her only contempt and disgust. This is perfect example of how a slut should be used and how she must serve.

I think this whore is better looking then me in everyway possible, her face even with cum on it and a cock down her throat is prettier, her cunt and ass appear more fuckable, her tits are bigger fuller and no doubt funner to torture then my small bags. Her fuckholes appear much tighter then mien and are certainly more enjoyable to use. I envy this cunt as she is clearly better then me in every way.