Mary woke from her nightmare and looked at the ray of sunlight streaming in through the crack in the shed.  She hated his damn hunting trips when he felt compelled to leave her chained up like this.  She was cold and she was hungry.  Water and dog food were a far cry from real food.  The bastard had come home late last night but had clearly been too drunk to bother with her so it had been another night of shivering naked in her pen.  She moved to where the ray would warm her a little and waited patiently for her next day in the hell that her life had become to begin.  When she heard him coming about an hour later she quickly moved into position.

       “Good morning, slut,” he said as he opened the shed door, “did you have a nice weekend?”

       “Yes, sir,” she said deferentially.

       “Were you comfortable, bitch?” he sneered.

       It had been brutally cold one of the nights and sleeping on dirt was never comfortable but bringing it up would only get her whipped so she dutifully answered, “Yes, sir.”

       “Is that sarcasm, bitch?” he screamed.

       “No, sir.”

       “Well,” he mused, “perhaps I’ll leave you hogtied some weekend so you’ll appreciate just how benevolent your master really is.”

       He unlocked the chain from her collar and used the quirt that he always carried to smack her ass which was her signal to rise to all fours and scamper beside him to the house.

       “Get my breakfast, slut,” he demanded, “and then I want to have a little worship session.”

       After placing breakfast in front of him, she dutifully got under the table and started working on his prick.  When they had first married, sucking him was a treat that she used to give him very infrequently when she was feeling especially generous.  A treat she bestowed only after he had given her several great orgasms and worshiped properly at her shrine.  The days of him worshiping at her temple or even kissing her were now a thing of the past.  Now that she was nothing but his slave he expected service, usually several times a day, without regard to her mood or her pleasure. 

       He made her work for it as usual by stopping her each time he got close.  He always liked to drag it out until he had finished his meal.  Her mouth was sore and her knees hurt by the time he finally let her put him over the edge.  In desperation she swallowed the copious amounts of cum that he always produced, shuddering at the thought of what he would do to her if she foolishly spilled a drop of his ‘precious seed’.

       “Bring me a beer and clean up, slut,” he said when he was finished, “and then we’ll see to your punishment.”

       The thought of one of his punishment sessions caused her to start trembling uncontrollably.  She hadn’t done anything to deserve punishment but he didn’t need an excuse.  He liked to hear her scream.  He liked to hear her beg for mercy.  She cleaned up and then crouched at his feet.

       “How long since I’ve whipped you, slave?” he asked.

       “Uh…a week, sir.”

       “How long since I’ve used the ‘persuader’?” he teased.

       The thought of a punishment session with the ‘persuader’ was more than she could handle.  Her body threatened to shut down, her bladder threatened to let go. Against all of his rules she spoke.

       “Oh, please, sir, please, please, please! Anything but that! I’ll do anything!” she begged, clutching at his legs and weeping uncontrollably.

       “Anything?” he laughed.

       “Yes, sir, please, anything you want but please god not that, please!” she sobbed.

       “Let’s talk about this, shall we?” he said sweetly.

       “Yes, sir.”

       “I can do what I want to you, can’t I, slave?”

       “Yes, sir.”

       “And why is that, slut-girl?” he asked.

       “Because I’m your slave, sir,” she answered.

       “And why are you my slave?” he asked quietly.

       “Because…because I…I asked to be, sir.”

       “And why did you ask to be my slave?” he asked.

       “I thought it would be fun.  I thought it would be…exciting,” she whispered.

       “Well…it has been.  For me anyway.  Hasn’t it been for you?” he asked facetiously.

       “No, sir,” she responded meekly.

       “Why not?”  he asked.

       “I…I didn’t know you’d… treat me so severely,” she stuttered.  “I didn’t realize…that I…would just be an animal.”

       “Well, what the fuck did you think?  That I’d still cater to your stupid whims and stuck up princess act?” he laughed. “That I’d still give you multiple orgasms and hope that you’d reward me with a blow job? I love having you naked on your knees servicing me.  I love hearing you scream and I especially love those weekends with my buddies when I’m fucking some girl I’ve just picked up.  I love thinking of you shivering in the shed while I’m drilling some bimbo into the mattress.  You’re my slave and I can do anything I want, can’t I?”

       “Y…yes, sir,” she sobbed, “but please, sir, not the ‘persuader’.”

       “Maybe we can work something out,” he mused.

       “Oh, thank you, sir.”

       “Don’t thank me yet, girl, you haven’t heard my proposal,” he snickered.

       “Wh…what?” she asked fearfully.

       “Tonight is poker night and I want you to serve us,” he said.

       “Oh no, sir, you promised when I agreed to be your slave that you would never force me to serve other people.  You promised!”

       “I’m not forcing you, you stupid slut,” he said smoothly.  “I’m asking you if you want to serve as our maid tonight.  Jerry will be here and he would be thrilled to have you suck his dick.”

       “Sir, you promised and I’m holding you to your word.  Besides your friend Jerry is a fat slob who stinks.  I can’t imagine sucking his smelly little prick.  No, sir, I don’t want to serve.”

       “Okay, slave, I understand and my word is good,” he laughed, “now go and get the ‘persuader’ as we are going to have…”

       “Oh god, no, please!” she wailed, clutching his legs and sobbing her heart out, “please not that, sir, please I’ll do anything!”

       “So you said but, when I asked you for the simple favor of serving as my maid tonight you got all high and mighty on me,” he observed.

       “But…but…oh god…”

       “What will it be then, slave?  The ‘persuader’ or poker night?”

       “Oh god, sir, please don’t make me suck Jerry’s dick.”

       “I’m not making you do anything, slave.  I’m giving you a choice.  So, what will it be?”

       She waited, her expression pained, as if she hoped that would make him change his mind. Finally, because he wasn’t backing down, she meekly spoke: “Poker night, sir.”

       “Good choice, slut. Jerry is going to love that soft little mouth of yours.”