She stumbles woozily in to the kitchen from her whipping and beating, her whore's body burning and stinging. Holding on to the counter top to keep from collapsing, she surveys the food she has bought. She begins to hurry about, clicking in her whorish high heels and her whore maid serving outfit.
The earrings, swaying and clinking from her ears, bounce off her shoulders, as she stoops and bends to prepare the food. Her pussy, red and sore from the beating, burns and chafes with each hurried step.
She slides trays of food into oven for warming, and fills bowls and dishes with snacks. The slut makes sure the beer is chilled and ready in the refrigerator and additional beer in coolers outside on the deck.
"Ohhhhhh Whorrrrrrrrrrre!!.... Whorrrrrrrrre!!" She looks up, hearing Masters call.
She wipes her hand on her whore maid's apron, and hurries out into the main room.
"Yy-y-yes M-master?" she says, looking at him, then, lowering her eyes.
"Is everything ready whore?"
She nods..."Y-yes...Master," she pats her wet palms on the apron nervously, "I think so."
"Good whore...it had better be. Now, come here..."
She looks up, sees His evil smile, shakes her hair back, the earrings clinking noisily below her ears.
"Yes Master."
She approaches, apprehensively, unsure of what might be coming.
"Kneel, bitch."
She quickly kneels, the open cuts on her knees chaffed by the carpeting.
He smiles at her. "Well, almost already. We want the boys to know who you are....don't we?"
She feels her face burn.....nods..." y-y-yes Master"
"Okay then, whore..." he laughs. "Lean in then bitch."
His hand cups the hair on the back of her neck...pulling her head forward. A huge black magic marker in His hand, He begins writing on her forehead. By His evil grin...the whore can only imagine what He is writing. Then, the marker on her cheek, His hand twisting her by the chin, writing on both sides.
He leans back...laughs... "Go look whore."
Her face softening... in dismay, she rises, and steps to the mirror in the hallway. Across her forehead, she sees "Daddy's Whore" written, and "Black ~ Cock hole" written on either cheek...with an arrow on each side pointing to her mouth.
Her moan is cut short by a snap of His fingers... "Come...heel, bitch."
Cowering, she hurries back to His chair and kneels.
"Kneel up, sit pretty bitch!!"
She straightens, her arms behind her back. He leans forward... brows furrowed in concentration... begins writing on her chest ... above her breasts... above the low cut maid outfit. Then, He begins chuckling...
"Go look."
He leans back...her face...melting...nearly into tears, afraid to look. She steps to the hall mirror and sees arrows pointing down into her breasts. Above the arrow "Tiny white whore tits" is scrawled, then, a space, then, "Ask whore how you can help."
She groans, lifting her arms protectively, but...unable to cover the humiliating words. She hears masters fingers snap again.
"Bitch ...heel!"
She returns to Him, kneeling. He grabs her hair dragging her across His lap, her head down over the other side... ass bare up on His lap. His hands fondle the bruised , welted, skin of her butt cheeks, making her flinch at their tenderness.
She moans, feeling the magic marker at work again on her backside. She grimaces, trying to stifle her moans. She feels a pair of long strokes of the pen on her ass, then "Roll over bitch".
