My Slave

Dumplings

Tiffany left with Jessica, she locked me from the outside of house but I didn't mind. The house was already cleaned and neat. I toured myself in it and I found out where the basement was.

The s*x toys and some of my blood were still on the floor so I cleaned it. I remember how I passed out because of too much force inside me.

I tried to find something to do the whole day and as Tiffany said I didn't drink or eat anything because she hasn't told me yet. I didn't dare to sneak because I know she would find out. I just know it, she's very smart woman.

But I felt so tired without drinking or eating the rest of the day. My lips started to crack again and my stomach continued to protest like a lion but I convinced myself that I can do this. I won't die easily just because I haven't eaten anything for a day.

And I said, I'm happy being here. It felt like home and I'm contented with this. I can move, I'm not stuck in the basement anymore and I'm free but not really free that I can do what I want, at least, the situation was improving.

It was evening when Tiffany arrived, I was in the kitchen wiping the table and she was holding a paper bag. She put it on the table and I saw it was take out food. I gulped, I realized how hungry I was.

"Give me a plate," she ordered and I quickly gave her a plate.

"And water," she put the dumplings on the plate along with the sauce. It was one of my favorites! "Do I really need to order you with everything?" She asked irritably.

I got water from the fridge and put it in the glass then served it to her. I moved behind her while she began to eat.

I tried to concentrate not to look at her but my stomach embarrassed me as it roared.

"You haven't eaten anything?" Tiffany asked then continued to munch her delicious dumplings.

"No master," I politely answered.

"You know I will find it out even if you just drink water right?" She sipped her water.

"Yes master, I didn't drink or eat anything because you haven't told me yet," I licked my lips gaping at the dumplings.

"Do you wanna eat this? This is your favorite," she claimed.

"Y-yes master," I swallowed silently.

Tiffany took the plate on the side of the table and threw the precious dumplings on the floor.

Oh no! My face fell, not those dumplings.

"Awee... sorry but if you want, you can still eat it," Tiffany suggested. "You cleaned the house right? So I guess it's still clean."

I skeptically looked at her. She wanted me to eat those dumplings on the floor? Well I've already tried it with the loaf bread. What's the difference anyway?

I stepped closer to the dumplings and sat on my heels, I was about to pick it but Tiffany spoke "Eat it with your mouth. Don't use your hand," she instructed.

I didn't want to complain, I was starving and I didn't want punishment so I complied. I lowered my body and put my hands on the floor. I leaned my head down and eat the dumplings. I was eating like a dog! This kind of act is humiliation!

Tiffany doesn't treat me like a person, I'm just like her pet, her toy. She's really enjoying my misery. It hurts me so badly, she's stepping on my dignity.

She's making me feel that I'm a worthless human being and I don't deserve to be treated right. This was too much but I can't be mad at her.

Tears were streaming from my eyes. She's doing this because of what I did? Do I really have to experience this? My heart was aching and she's breaking it hard.

"What a dog, asking to be fvcked?" She taunted.

I ignored her explicit and adverse remark, it was baleful but I just continued to eat.

Tiffany stood up as I heard the sound of the chair that slid "Clean this after and you can drink," then she walked out of the kitchen.

I finished eating the dumplings without using my hands then I wiped my tears, motivated myself.

Tiffany bought dumplings for me because she knew that it was my favorite. She discreetly care for me and doesn't want to show it.

Right.

She's starting to change her hard and flinty demeanor to me, I smiled in that thought.

She cares for me although she's giving me cold shoulder.

I was energized with the food and with the thought so I happily cleaned the kitchen again.

I drank water and it rejuvenated me. I hope I'm not giving myself false hope but I didn't really care about it.

No pain, no gain. I should be patient, good things come to those who wait. Old saying though.

I went to the living room and saw Tiffany sitting on the couch, massaging her feet.

When she saw me, she leaned her back on the couch and put her feet on the table in front of her.

"My feet hurts... ah... never mind. Are you done?" She asked changing her expression to blank.

"Yes master," I said and smiled.

Tiffany looked tired "Okay, you can sleep now. You need to wake up early and prepare my breakfast."

"Yes master," she rolled her eyes and shooed me.

But instead of leaving, I walked to her and took her feet. She slightly jumped as her brows knitted together "What are you doing??" She asked trying to be strict but failed.

I sat on the floor and put her feet on my lap "Serving my master," I massaged her feet gently and she seemed to relax.

Her feet were soft and smooth, I could feel her warm just touching it. I missed getting direct contact with her. I missed how we were so close before. We were inseparable.

I even thought that we have the same feelings like we have a connection but now, it hit me hard that it was just my imagination because she's doing this. She loves Nick, I confirmed. That's why she was hurt that I betrayed her.

It was my fault and I'm confused if I did it right.

But Nick was a dickhead! If he really loves Tiffany, he wouldn't have done that. I seduced, flirted with him and he just easily fell on it.

I woke up from my reverie when Tiffany moaned, she liked my massage.

I looked up at her and she was blushing "Stop it," she said then kicked me and I stumbled on the floor.

Tiffany quickly stood up "Go to sleep now slave." She rushed into her room.

I helped myself to sit up and smiled sheepishly "She's embarrassed, she's so cute," I told myself.

I could vibe it, this will be a good start for us.

I hope.

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