"Finish cleaning the kitchen, dogslut, then fix my dinner."
I left you as you resumed your chores. I sat in the living area and watched as you toiled in misery. I turned the TV on and watched the news, then went in to see what you were doing.
"Where's my dinner?"
"It's in the oven Daddy. I am going to make you a salad too. Is that ok? Will it please you?"
I opened the door and looked inside.
"What is it?"
"Tuna casserole."
I slammed the door shut. You cowered and backed away from me.
"Do I look like a fucking cat to you?"
"No."
"No?"
"No Daddy. You don't look like a cat."
I grabbed an oven mitt and pulled the casserole out of the oven and turned it upside down in the sink.
"Clean that mess up, dogslut. Then fix me something decent. I want to eat in 30 minutes."
You turned and started to clean the casserole out of the baking dish and wash it down the garbage disposal, but decided that you should get started on something else for dinner. I poured a glass of juice and went back to watch TV.
I glanced into the kitchen to see you crying and shaking uncontrollably as you tried to cut up vegetables for the salad. I almost felt sorry for you.
When the news was off, I went back to the kitchen. You had my salad prepared and you were placing a steak and stuffed potato on a dinner plate for me.
"Is this satisfactory Daddy? I just want to please you. I am sorry I made the tuna casserole."
I didn't respond but went to the dining table and sat down. You carried the salad and my drink over and set them down before me, then went back and brought my plate. You started to leave, but I reached for the rope and stopped you.
I jerked it and you came back to me. I pulled you down into a kneeling position beside my chair and never said a word or even looked at you as I ate my dinner.
When I was finished, I got up.
"You may have the fat and the potato skin and what's left of the salad if you want it."
You sat down and started to cut the skin, when I turned and saw you sitting down. I wheeled on my heel and rushed to you. Your eyes were wide and startled when I pushed you off the chair onto the floor.
"Dogsluts eat on the floor, remember?"
You sobbed helplessly as you crawled to the kitchen and cowered in the corner between the refrigerator and the garage door.
"Come back and get the food, dogslut."
You crawled back and carried the salad bowl and the plate and emptied the contents of them into the dish I had given you earlier. You looked at me before you leaned down and ate the food like a dog.
I went behind you and looked to be sure the sausage was still taped in your asshole. I picked up a spatula and spanked your buttocks with it a few times, just to see you flinch.
I left you alone for the next few hours so you could finish the chores I had given you. I turned your computer on and amused myself by sending messages to your friends online.
I made up disgusting stories for your girlfriends and as I pretended to be you, I told them I had sucked off the teacher after school and that I wanted to eat their pussies sometime.