The Asian Girl Next Door

Chapter 9: Cooking with Sara

Just because I own a sex slave, doesn’t mean she has to only be used for sex. As I had discovered, my obedient little cunt can be used for a variety of purposes.

Lately, that purpose was cooking me meals. She was a good chef and looked very hot stirring the pot in her tiny backless white apron and matching white high heels.

Besides the apron and shoes, she was stark naked. Well except for the shock collar. I always kept a shock collar on her when we were outside the basement. The device was locked securely around her neck, and would shock her unconscious if she stepped one foot outside of the house. She also wore an ankle cuff which was attached to a chain and bolt set in the floor. 

Over the last few years I had grown more comfortable and let Sara in the main part of the house often. However, she was still always kept chained in some way for safety. I never kept the keys on me so even if she were to kill or incapacitate me, there would be no way for her to escape.

As she stirred the pot in front of me, I admired her cane mark-covered ass, a testament to her putting too much salt in the pasta last night. 

“How much longer cunt?” I asked as I flicked a small whip at her haunches, adding another mark to her already-striped bottom.

Sara yelped and replied “About 5 minutes, master”

After 5 minutes, Sara walked over to me with a plate full of chicken and potatoes. She sat it on the table and then took her position dutifully on the floor. She sat on her knees and opened her mouth, tongue sticking out and hands to her side like a begging puppy. I loved seeing her in this position and occasionally like to feed her scraps as I eat.

Throughout the meal I threw Sara a few scraps of chicken. Like a dog, she had to scamper for it and eat it off the floor. When I was finished I set the plate on the ground and she licked the scraps off.

“What do you say slave?”

“Thank you master….but…can you please feed me a little bit more? I’ve only been eating your scraps for the last 2 weeks and I’m very hungry. Just a little bit more food master please?”

Sara looked so sad and pathetic as she begged. Usually I would give her a harsh slap across the face for speaking out of turn but she did have a point. Over the last few weeks she’s pretty much only eaten a few scraps of food. I ran out of dog food, her usual meal, and have been too lazy to go to the store for more.

I could just get any old dog kibble but I really splurge for Sara and get her the refrigerated kind full of nutrients and real meat. I also mash in lots of vitamins so she stays healthy. I may treat her like a pathetic dog but I do need her alive and well. When Sara gets sick I have to abstain from torturing her and that’s no fun.

Back to the situation at hand, I decided to have some fun with Sara’s starvation situation. Lifting her head up I told her:

“Now why would a worthless slave like you even deserve food? You’re not a real person you know. You should be thankful for any scraps you receive.”

“Yes master I’m very thankful. I know I’m not a real person but if I want the energy to ride your cock and thrash wildly as you whip me, I need food. Please, master?”

I began lightly stroking my pet’s head. I loved how she’s learned how to degrade herself to get concessions from me. I decided to oblige. 

I lifted her chin and pulled her mouth open, grabbing her tongue and sticking it out. I took a bite of chicken, chewed it up, then spit it into her open mouth. She looked repulsed but chewed it graciously.

“Was that enough, my hungry little cunt?”

“Master, thank you so much but please a little more?”

I thought for a second before coming up with an idea.

“Go get carrots and the hotdogs from the fridge.”

“Yes master”

Sara crawled over to the fridge and grabbed the requested items. 

“I’m going to let you eat these; but they’ll need some time up your ass first. I want you to stick each of these carrots and hotdogs up your ass as far as you can before you eat them.”

Sara looked horrified, but nodded. She tore open the hotdog package and stuck one gently up her tight bottom. 

I slapped her hard across the face and fold her.

“Deeper slave, really jam it up there.”

Sara winced and with all her might shoved the meat into her butt. Once it was in, she pulled it out and took a bite, clearly revolted at the taste.

After she had anally raped herself with and eaten all the remaining food, I led her back down to the dungeon to get the day started. 

“Sara how do you think we should spend day?”

Sara stared at the floor for a second  before sheepishly replying “hmmmm we can cuddle on the bed, watch a movie, and make out? I’ll suck your cock if you get horny!”

I admired her naivety, as if she wouldn’t be spending the evening being tortured, like she always does.

“Hmmm no, I think I’m just going to beat you instead.”

With that I marched my slave over to the Studio, and stood her up face first against a long wooden table positioned at a 75° angle. I strapped her hands and feet with leather straps, and attached one final leather strap across her torso which held her tight to the wooden board.

“I’m going to give your ass 100 with the strap. If you make even one sound - One scream, one sob, one cry for mercy, I’m going to add 50. I want you completely silent for this punishment. Understand?”

“Yes master”

“You just spoke, that’s another 50.”

“But master…”

“That’s another 50 there too. Want to make it 50 more?”

Sara wised up and stayed silent. She didn’t deserve those extra strokes but I loved adding a little extra dose of cruelty and unfairness to her already deeply-unfair life.

I swung back and launched the strap onto her outthrust bottom. Her ass was already covered in cane and whip markings but it was about to be bruised to high hell. As I delighted in beating her unmoving bottom Sara durituflly stayed silent - her toes curled and her fists held in tight balls as she tried to hold in her reaction.

I lost track of the count as I beat Sara. This wasn’t even hot at this point, it was more like a workout for me. I was just striking this wobbly hunk of flesh over and over again. It was like her ass wasn’t even attached to a person, it was just some fun toy to watch jiggle when you hit it. This game has made me realize how important screams and begging are to the experience of torturing another human being.

After about an hour of beating, Sara spoke up in sobbed speech 

“Master…*SOB* you’ve gone past 200 strokes.”

“You just spoke. That’s another 50 bitch!”

I continued beating Sara, this time counting the remaining 50. After giving her one last brutal stroke, I dropped the strap 

 and walked over to my crying cunt. After detaching her from the board I turned her to me to get a good look. Her eyes were red from crying and her face was stained with tears. 

I gave her face a long lick, tasting the fruits of my labor. Sara cried violently, catching her breath between each sob. It was truly the most beautiful sound hearing her cry. I’ve recorded many of her best cries and will sometimes play them back when I’m working or doing chores around the house. It cheers me up knowing I cause Sara to feel that way 

I kissed her on the forehead before turning her around to inspect my handiwork.

Her bruises had started coming in quite nicely. Maybe a bit too nicely - yikes. I think I had gone overboard because her ass was disturbingly purple. It didn’t help it had already been covered in cane strokes before the beating too. Oh well, I’ll have to give Sara’s ass a rest for the next few weeks. 

“Touch your toes, slave”

“Yes master”

Sara did as instructed and I began grinding my cock between her wonderfully-bruised ass cheeks. Sara could feel me getting hard and began to dutifully wiggle her bottom back and forth on my dick. She knows how much I like that.

I spat on my cock and gave it a good rub before entering Sara’s ass. She screamed as I violently thrust my hips against her sensitive backside but that wasn’t going to stop me. It was only a few minutes before I came inside her, flooding my screaming pain toy with my seed.

After pulling my cock our I led Sara to the bathroom and we both took a shower together. Sara scrubbed me head to toe before allowing me to explore her precious body with the soap. Feeling up her slippery lithe figure got me horny again and I had her jerk me off before getting out of the shower.

I left Sara alone for an hour to finish showering, do her hair, and tend to her bruised bottom. 

After drying off we went to the couch to watch a movie, Sara’s original suggestion. We cuddled, made out, and as promised, she sucked me off a few times. As the night approached I held Sara softly in my arms. I kissed her on the cheek gently before telling her

“I think your titties are jealous of how much attention your butt has gotten. Why don’t we fix that, first thing tomorrow? Would love to see some bruises on these too!”

Sara softly wept as I flicked a nipple. I truly had to be the luckiest man in the world.