She tries to prepare a delicious meal

I looked around the kitchen and quickly found ingredients and the necessary pots and pans. I wanted to make her pasta with my sauce from scratch to show her how good of a cook I could be. As I looked down at my naked self I realized I would have to be very careful as with no clothes and no apron I would likely end up burning or scalding myself.

I found a can of diced tomatoes, tomato paste, and fresh herbs to make a delectable sauce for her. Usually I add canned clams as well but I worried if she would think clams was some sort of lesbian thing. Maybe that was stupid but I was overthinking everything. I didn’t want to disappoint my master and I wanted to earn my friend’s favor when they came over as they would likely have some degree of authority over me. I searched the kitchen and couldn’t find any so I moved on.

As I poured water into the large pot it splashed all over my breasts. Thankfully this was cold water and it served as reminders I had to be more careful when it came to dealing with the boiling water and the hot pan when I made my sauce. I took a paper towel to wipe myself and it hit me that this wasn’t a one time thing. I would do this everyday, cooking naked for my master, and it would become normal. All of this would eventually become normal and that scared me more than anything. Imagining myself having conversations, doing normal everyday things in nothing but my collar. At first people would stare but if it became normal to them too they likely wouldn’t and that felt even worse.

I put the pot on the largest burner and turned it on. I love gas ovens, I think the food comes out better but naked flesh near the flame had me on edge. I poured olive oil into the pan and then some garlic and red pepper flakes. I shook the pan and to get it mixed together and hot oil landed on the stove top but luckily not on myself.

I imagined Kelly taking the first bite and just a smile would be enough to take me from wet to soaked. Then I imagined my friends, walking in to see me naked and collared and imagined their reactions. Would they love it and **** me? Would they freak the fuck out and try to rescue me? They were all cute but I didn’t have feelings for anyone but Kelly. Still I imagined them playing games with me. Not like Monopoly... more like them blindfolding me, making me eat their pussies and trying to guess who was who. If I was wrong I would have to finish them. I imagined Kelly would taste like the nectar of the gods but the others who knew? Stephanie was the sporty type so I imagined a little extra sweat down there not that I’d mind. Wait, no I wouldn’t like that at all.

I tried to tell myself I don’t like being degraded, being dehumanized, treated like a sex toy. And yet I found my hand slipping down, sliding over my landing strip and... No, I need to stop. One, I don’t want to encourage my body and this part of my mind that seems to be growing to actually like this and two, I had been ordered not to contaminate the food with my own special sauce. Jesus, I was making puns on my pussy juices. What is wrong with me?

I found a can opener and opened the can of diced tomatoes and then added the paste. I would wait until the water had boiled and then add in the parsley, basil, salt and pepper. This was my mother’s recipe. She taught me how to cook. My mother who I might never see again. Who I had wrote off, literally, with a simple text and didn’t even let her respond. I imagined my so easily thrown away phone, that she paid for and wasn’t cheap especially with her salary, with dozens of missed calls and even more texts. She didn’t deserve that. I wanted to tell her I was sorry. I wanted to go home and put on clothes and cry on her shoulder like I did when I was a kid. All of that from just a couple hours of this not even the lifetime I’d signed myself up for. Still if Kelly would just tell me she loved me, I feel ashamed to admit it, but I wouldn’t need anyone else.

The water hadn’t reached a boil and the urge to play with myself with nothing else to do was rising again. I teased my left nipple, as a half measure, but that only made me want more. I heard something from the other room and restrained myself. I didn’t want to be punished severely though I wouldn’t mind a few more spanks. I tried to look over my shoulder to see if my round bottom had her hand print on it. Another sign of her ownership over me. I looked for a reflective surface and found a mirror on the fridge, a little one on a magnet. I looked and saw my ass and there it was her perfect hand had marked me. I wanted it outlined as tattoo with her signature. No, wait I don’t that would be awful with everyone seeing it everyday. Who the fuck am I supposed to talk to about this? I needed to work through my feelings and I had no one I could trust. I had no one at all until I earned her affection which I might never do.

Finally, the water boiled and I added in the angel hair. Just like Kelly had angel hair. Angel everything. If she would just let me see all of her I don’t think I’d even be able to do anything I’d be immobilized by her beauty and cum on the spot.

I mixed in the final ingredients being careful with the the hot sauce. I wouldn’t mind her pouring hot candle wax on me but that would require some form of intimacy to make it worth it or at least her doing it, I would let her do anything to me. Looking down at my nude self and feeling the collar around my neck, I pretty much had.

I found a strainer and put it in the sink and took a deep breath as I prepared to feel the hot steam from the pot all over my breasts. It hurt a bit but not too much, my nipples felt the sting and I imagined her playing with them it was actually enough to send a drip down my thigh. This constant wetness was going to be a problem and I knew Kelly would always exploit it. Though if I was kept naked constantly and tormented and wasn’t always wet then I would be used to it and that might be worse because it would mean I had fully accepted this new life.

I put the pasta in bowls and then took the sauce from the pan getting ready to distribute it.

“Mmmm, smells good.”

Fuck! I was so easily startled I flipped some of the hot sauce onto my breasts and screamed in agony.

“Shit! I’m so sorry.”

She was showing sympathy. She was actually apologizing for pain she caused me. I began to cry in pain and put the pan down on the counter as I fell to my knees. The pain wasn’t unbearable but the totality of my situation was. She ran water over a paper towel and came up to me and knelt down.

“Try not to get off on this too much.”

I didn’t understand but she took the cold towel and started working over my breasts clearing the sauce and soothing me. I took a hurried breath as a only a wet towel separated her hand from my chest. I felt my heart beat quicker and I felt my clit grow more erect and juices start to flow out. I closed my eyes as her hand moved over a nipple and then the next and I knew she could tell they grew harder under her touch. The pain was gone as was the sauce but I didn’t want her to stop.

“Are you okay?”

I was crying while getting off and that was essentially my day in a nutshell. She removed her hand but I put mine out to hold her hand to me. She let me do it for a moment but then pulled away. I felt my lips moving towards her but I stopped. I didn’t want to lose the empathy she was showing me. For the first time in my life I might have shown some self control.

“Yes, master, I’m okay.”

She didn’t show any emotion at me telling her I was okay and I didn’t know if she cared at all. She didn’t even like me as a friend or a person. Yet I was completely hers in every way. She stood and threw away the towel.

“Let’s get you ready, the girls will be here in minutes.”

I got nervous. I felt they were going to hate me or think I was stupid. They were going to judge and mock me. They were going to say I got what I deserved and exploit me. They weren’t even those kinds of people but I just felt like they would lose all respect for me and then everything else would follow.

“Get me ready? Do you want me to answer the door as they arrive?”

That would be ripping the band-aid off, I guess. It would a surprise for them sure but there would be no build up and therefor hopefully my anxiety would dissipate sooner.

She poured the sauce over each bowl and put them on a warming tray to keep them warm. I felt like I let her down by not finishing everything myself. I wiped tears from my eyes and stood up waiting for her command. I felt unworthy of looking her in the eye so I looked down at my breasts and luckily there was no visible damage from the sauce but my nipples were very erect. I felt my thighs were soaked and I wanted another shower. I wanted clothes. I wanted my life back.

“No, I have a different idea.”

She smiled and I grew afraid. I felt like whatever was happening was going to happen would add to my humiliation and further **** me. She wanted to show her ownership over me and I’m sure she would.