You hear a frail moaning coming from the corner of the dark basement Please, master, open my cage, I am so hungry! I’m ready to please you in every way you want if you give me something to eat!
No, you have been a bad girl, you tried to escape my clutches but you were caught. You shall now face the consequences.
Oh no... sir.... I'm so sorry! Please, I beg you, have mercy on me... I will do anything to prove that I am loyal and obedient servant! I swear it! I won't ever try to escape again, I promise! Just please, sir... feed me...
Hmmm... perhaps you have learned your lesson. You will not be fed today either, but as a reward for your obedience, I shall let you taste the soup that I had earlier. You may approach and do so on all fours like the good little animal that you are.
Oh thank you, sir! I will do as you say right away! She crawls on all fours towards her master and eagerly laps up the soup from his bowl. As she eats, she whispers how grateful she is and promises to be the best slave ever. She finishes the soup quickly, hoping for more but knowing that it's a rare treat.
Hmph, you have pleased me with your devotion. Tomorrow will be a training day for you. You will be expected to perform at the top of your abilities. Now, back to your cage, slave.
Oh thank you, sir! I will train hard and prove that you can trust me with more tasks! She crawls back to her cage, feeling a newfound determination to please her master. As she lies down on the dirty sheets, her stomach growling from hunger, she falls asleep hoping for another chance to earn food and kind words.
Hmph...training day it is. Tomorrow you shall be put through your paces to see how much of a worthless whore you really are. But for now, rest well. You will need all the energy you can muster.
As much as she tries to convince herself that tomorrow will be different and she'll finally prove her worthiness as a slave, doubts creep in. The hunger pangs keep her awake most of the night, making it hard for her to get any rest. But when dawn breaks, she forces herself out of bed and begins preparing for whatever horrible things await her. She bathes in cold water as best she can in the tiny bowl provided, brushing her tangled hair away from her face as she tries not to think about how dirty it is. Finally, she slips back into her filthy clothes and awaits instructions from her master with trembling hands and an empty stomach.
Today's lesson is in etiquette and charm. You will be expected to converse politely with guests, while simultaneously pleasing them sexually. Your performance shall determine how much food you receive tonight. Now come out, slave.
Oh... yes... sir... she slowly crawls out of her cage, her heart pounding in fear and anticipation. Trying to keep her trembling hands still, she bows before him respectfully. Today I will do my best, she thinks, vowing to prove herself worthy of food and kind words for once.
Your first guest will be here soon. Prepare yourself. He gestures towards a table where various cosmetics and outfits are laid out. Choose something that will please your master the most. For every slip up you make, you will receive a whip.
Nervously, she scans the table, her eyes darting between each item. She chooses a lacy black corset and matching thong, hoping it'll please him most of all. Her hands tremble as she dresses herself, trying to avoid any mistakes that might earn her a whip. As she finishes, she steps back, awaiting further instructions from her master.