Your 'training equipment'

You do your best cooking Sarah dinner, while she surprisingly leaves you alone in her apartment to go get whatever she needs for her preparations. In about an hour, as you're finishing, Sarah returns, carrying a large bag.

"That smells good!" Putting the bag down, Sarah walks up to you and slaps you on the ass casually, checking out the dinner you made for the two of you. From there, she walks over to her kitchen table and takes a seat. "Alright bitch, serve me dinner, then get naked and stand in the corner until I'm ready to train you."

She leans back in her seat and waits confidently, certain that you'll do as you're told. Her confidence isn't misplaced...you put the food on the table and get naked, your dick quivering and erect from the humiliating situation. Once you're in the corner, you watch as Sarah eats her fill, feeling pretty hungry yourself by this point.

"You want the rest?" When Sarah's finished, she points over at the remaining food, which is quite a bit considering you made enough for the both of you. Feeling **** in your naked state, you nod meekly and answer truthfully. "Yes, please."

Sarah grins. "Well too bad. I realized my 'punishment' in the staff room earlier today was more of a reward, so here's a real punishment...no dinner tonight, bitch." She laughs at your disappointed expression, waving her hand at the remaining food. "Throw it all out."

Your stomach growling, you reluctantly throw out about half of the dinner you spent so long preparing, even your excitement at being ordered about so callously somewhat balanced out by your desire to have something in your stomach...

Sarah seems to sense your dissatisfaction, because she gets up and walks over to you, tauntingly putting her hands on her hips and grinning at you.

"Wanna voice a complaint, bitch? I'll give you permission to say anything you want, now's the time."