Training White Whore Wives to be Slaves

Rodney led me inside his mansion by the leash.  He walked me into the kitchen and motioned me to lay down on the dog bed by the pantry. He picked up one of the two dog dishes and filled it with tap water.

"Are you hungry?" he asked.

"Yes,"

"William was very clear about this and I'm inclined to do what he asks," Rodney said.  He put the water dish down on the floor in front of me and picked up the other dish.  "You need to stay in your role when you are not helping me train my whores, so you will drink from the dish and eat without using your hands. Understood?"

I didn't understand.  William hadn't explained to me what I was doing here. Whores? Training? I was completely confused about almost everything, but I'd been eating and drinking as an animal for some time now so I nodded and began to slurp the water.  I was dehydrated from the long hot ride over and the water was certainly welcome.  As I drank I heard an electric can opener whirring on the counter.  I looked up to see Rodney opening a can of dog food. I wondered if William had insisted on this new twist in my role or if Rodney just assumed I should truly eat like a dog.

"I want to talk to you about why you're here," Rodney said as he spooned the dog food out of the can. Even though I was quite hungry the smell of it was disgusting.  As dark as it was in William's dungeon I never smelled dog food in my bowl.  I tried not to whimper but I'm not sure I succeeded. Rodney did not appear to notice, or maybe he just didn't give a damn.

"I have three white whores that will be coming to live with us over the next few weeks," Rodney said.  He placed the dish of dog food in front of me and sat in the chair at the table a few feet from my bed.  "I understand that you've been in training as William's slave for some time now and I want you to answer any questions my whores might have concerning their training."

I nodded but didn't say anything.  I made no effort to eat although my stomach was empty. I tried not to look at the dog food but I was so hungry.

"Not a fan of Alpo?" William asked.  "No matter."  He whisked away the bowl and dumped the food in the trash can.  "You can eat tomorrow if you like."  He stood and opened the refrigerator.  He rummaged around and pulled a plastic container out of the fridge before slamming the door and walking over to the microwave over the stove.  He cracked open the lid and put the container in the microwave and pushed a button.  The whirring of the machine was like a dagger in my heart as I knew the aroma of real food would soon fill the kitchen.

"How old are your kids?" Rodney asked as he poured a glass of wine for himself.

"They're five and three now," I said looking him in the eye. Not only was he starving me, he was going to ask me about my children.

"How long has it been since you last saw them?"

"Six months."

"Do you miss them?"

"I miss them terribly."

"Then why are you here?"

I looked down at the water dish.  I had no answer for him.

"You need to think about that, because I know the girls are going to ask and I am going to insist that you answer all of their questions." Rodney took the leftovers from the microwave and sat at the table to eat. The food smelled wonderful and my hunger gripped me and strangled me. I turned away from Rodney and lay my head on the dog bed to hide my tears. I listened for several minutes in silence as he ate and drank without comment.  The depths of my despair was almost unbearable.