Preparing to Meet My First White Whore Wife Slave Trainee

Rodney finished his food quickly while my empty stomach knocked at me.  After rinsing the container in the sink he sat down again and lit a cigar.  I hate smoke but I said nothing.

"The first whore you'll meet is Anna," he said.  I looked up at him from my dog bed, unconcerned about my nakedness but wondering how I was going to relieve myself. I assumed I would not be allowed to use the bathroom we passed on the way to the kitchen.

"I met Anna at the big hotel downtown about a year or so ago. She was pretending to be a hooker at the hotel bar, so I took her upstairs and made her into the real thing."  He flicked an ash into the ashtray on the table.  "I didn't hear from her for quite a while, not until she left her husband. It was his idea by the way, for her to whore herself out.  There's no figuring out white dudes."

Rodney got up and reached for my water dish to refill it from the tap. I contemplated asking for another dish of dog food as my hunger swelled inside of me, but something told me that staying quiet and letting Rodney finish his story was the best way for me to stay in his good graces.

"She called me a few months ago and I agreed to take her on as one of my whores, but there was something about her that made me think I wanted to take her to the next level. She's a country girl from southern Georgia, wholesome as all get out, probably racist as hell but she loves black cock. Not that she doesn't hate herself for loving black cock but that's a big part of the attraction, I'm sure."

Rodney stood up and walked over to the dog food cupboard. "You ready to try this again?" he asked.  I nodded.  As he opened a fresh can of Alpo and spooned it into my food bowl Rodney continue with Anna's story.

"So I started her out with a quick round of my best clients and she's not only up to the jobs but I'm getting rave reviews from everyone who fucks her. I step up the pace and she handles whatever I throw at her. I'm making more than double my usual with no push-back from her at all, which I've got to tell you rarely happens in this business.  So I decided to get a couple more white wives to whore out an see where it leads.  Long story short, it leads to you."

All the while Rodney was talking I was trying to force myself to eat the dog food.  I knew I would - I was too hungry and too worried about missing my last chance at eating for the rest of the evening, but I struggle mightily with the look and smell of the bowl of Alpo.  The thought of getting it all over my face and hair was nauseating as well. Finally, as Rodney paused and arched a look at me and the bowl, I plunge in.  The taste turned out to be better than the smell and much better than I expected, but the physical humiliation of having to eat like a dog without the use of my hands or a utensil was almost unbearable.  At first my overwhelming hunger allowed me to concentrate on the pleasure of eating. Yet as the dog food began to satiate my hunger and the food on my face began to dry and cake around my mouth, my embarrassment overwhelmed me and I stopped eating. I wanted to wipe the food from my face so bad I almost moaned with frustration.

"Had enough?" I was too embarrassed to look at him. He took the bowl from the floor in front of my dog bed and emptied the remnants in the garbage can. I lapped at the water in my water bowl and tried to clean my face but to no avail.

"So what I need you to do," Rodney said as he unlocked my leash from the wall and led me to the back door, "is for you to answer all of Anna's questions as honestly as you can about what it is like to live as a white slave." He opened the door and motioned me into the back yard. "You can relieve yourself over here." He kept the leash tight against my collar as I squatted in the grass. I didn't look at him as the relief flooded me with new waves of shame and humiliation.

"I've got a couple of other white whore wives that will go through the same process as Anna, One of them has children and one of them is pregnant, so they'll have questions about what it's like to give up your kids. I don't care what you say to them about that. It really doesn't matter to me one way or the other."