i wrote this story many moons ago. If there is enough interest i may finish it. However, there are enough chapters finished for some continued enjoyment.
A dog/slave Weekend
Chapter 1
"Ready?"
"Yes," he said eagerly.
"Are you sure?" Ashley asked. "Three days is a long time."
"I know...I know!" said John. He was too excited to worry about what might go wrong.
"Okay," Ashley sung rather than spoke. She went ahead and began to lock the two of the four short chains that John had already secured to a locked ring around his scrotum to the metal shackles around his ankles.
John was now trapped on his knees. He could not fully extend either leg without ripping off his ball sack and dick. Next, with her long, elegant fingers she delicately locked a stainless steel mitt to his left hand. The metallic, ball shaped mitt permitted him to extend his fingers inside of it but unable to actually touch anything. Being made of metal he could not take it off. Someone else would have to with the key. As only a sensual woman could, Ashley shut his right hand inside the metal mitt putting the end of the final chain into the padlock before shutting it in a graceful motion. John was now unable to stand or raise his arms any farther than the short chains to his penis would allow.
Ashley stood up over him. "There now," she said as she dangled the group of keys to the locks in front of him. "These stay here." She walked away from John to put the keys in her nightstand next to their bed.
At first she toyed with the idea of taking the keys with her. John would never know. She was afraid that something might happen on their three day vacation when she would need to unchain him for some important reason.
What if the car broke down on the way to her sister's vacation home? What if John got deathly ill or something? These and other questions raced through her mind. She was used to relying on John to fill in the role of a man in their relationship. He wanted this trip to be different. It was his idea to be chained up on all fours and leave the keys at home so that even Ashley couldn't rescue him from his bondage. He would be a dog for three days. He would be a dog on the six hour trip down. He would be a dog the entire time they were alone at her sister's vacation home. He would be a dog while she went to her court appearance in that town. He would be nothing more than a dog during the ride home. And he was excited about this.
Ashley grabbed his swimming trunks from the edge of the bed. He wanted to be a dog for the next three days, but she insisted that he wear something. She wondered if John really understood how much she loved him to do something like this. She didn't mind tying him up during sex, and she didn't mind his increasing interest in BDSM or his strong desires to be a dog/slave. But this was a big stretch for her to agree to locking him up like a dog and leaving the keys at home for three days. She was hoping that this would cure him of his BDSM desires. However somewhere down deep she enjoyed the power she held over him when he was helpless. There were times when John was completely powerless that she felt a rush of strength that invigorated her. It was a feeling that she repressed, deeming it evil, or wrong.
It was a feeling she was now experiencing. She had to help John get his swimming trunks on since he had no hands. She slipped them over the chains keeping him on all fours. He was completely vulnerable.
