A Dog/slave Weeend

Chapter 2: A dog/slave Weekend

For the first hour John sat quietly behind Ashley as they drove down the highway. He stayed low as they passed cars while traffic built near the citys. He didn't want anyone to see the thick black collar locked around his neck with a padlock. Every time they passed, or were passed, by a semi truck he closed his eyes in shame.

Ashley had said nothing to him since they left. She rather fiddled with the radio and listened to the stations that she wanted to hear.

Finally John broke the silence. "Shouldn't I be in a seat belt?"

"There is no law that dogs need to be belted in."

"Well, isn't that why we are going down here? Because of breaking laws?"

"I was not drunk!" Ashley yelled. "That cop was a dick and I'm fighting this DUI."

"I know honey...It's just that..."

"I'm not your honey! I'm your owner...Your Master," Ashley said. Then she added, "...dog!"

"Yes, Ma'am." John looked her in the eye through the rear view mirror. She was so lovely. He wanted to climb into the front seat and put his arm around her. He wanted to be able to make love to her like a real man. But he knew that he was just a dog/slave. John wondered if Ashley would ever understand that fact.

"I was just suggesting that since you..." John continued, "...I mean 'we' are in trouble all ready with this DUI that we shouldn't press our luck right now. We don't need any more tickets."

"You act like you have a say in this, John." Ashley said while looking into the back seat in the mirror. "You're a dog. You have no say in anything for three days. Get used to it."

"It's just that..."

"I need to rename you. You need a dog name..."

Just then the car swerved. Ashley fought the steering wheel.

Thump...Thump...Thump...

"Shit," she yelled while trying to slow the car down.

"Don't panic," John said. "Don't panic. It's a blow out."

Ashley wrestled the car to the shoulder of the highway. "I'm NOT panicking!"

Her otherwise lovely hands where white as she gripped the steering wheel. The car rattled to a stop. To the left traffic whirred by. John kept his head up despite people seeing him in his collar so that he could see what was going on.

"Oh, God..." Ashley muttered.

John looked down at his chained appendages. "Shit," he said.

They sat silently for a brief moment. John's male brain began to solve the situation quickly. He thought of the spare in the trunk along with the jack. He knew what to do.

"Did you sneak the keys along with us anyways?" he asked.

Ashley unbuckled herself and opened her door. She put a foot out on the shoulder of the road. The crunching gravel under her shoe emphasized her answer. "No."

"You really didn't bring the keys?"

"You didn't want me to so I didn't."

"You really didn't bring the keys?" he asked again.

"NO!" she yelled as she turned to him by placing her left hand on the car seat to turn to face him. "I didn't bring the fucking keys!"

"Well...What now?"

Ashley shut the motor off and stepped out of the car. "I guess I'll have to fix it. Won't I?" She slammed the door.

John slunk down on the back seat. He was useless, even unable to open the door or role down the window on his own.

After finding the blown tire on the front passenger side of the car Ashley opened the trunk and looked around the interior. She wasn't sure, but the tire was probably hidden under the false floor of the trunk. She twisted the big wing nut until it spun off. She tugged on the carpeted cover until it popped off. The tire was right there as she suspected.

While she struggled with this she failed to notice a car pull up behind her. The sound of motor being shut off alerted her to its presence. She turned.

The heat of the highway wafted across her body. The passing cars caused unusual waves of air pockets to plummet her body.

From the Cadillac parked behind her a handsome man slightly taller than herself stepped out. He was vaguely older than either her self or John.

"Need some help?" he asked.

Ashley stood up straight to show off her feminine form. Her bust jutted outward as her fingers slid down the back pockets of her pants.

"I don't know," she said nervously. "I'm not sure." Then she ran her long, white tipped fingernails through her hair. She smiled innocently.

John could hear the voices. He ducked down as far as he could onto the floor of the backseat. He hid the chains under his body as best he could. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath.

The car shook. The car shifted. Soon the trunk shut. Not long after the driver door opened.

"Thanks," Ashley said. She then slid into the driver seat and shut the door. "Ahhhh," she sighed happily.

John stayed crunched into his lame hiding position as Ashley started the motor and they were well on their way down the highway again. He finally climbed back onto the back seat.

"Sounds like you made a new friend," he said.

"I did." Ashley adjusted the rear view mirror with her clean, untroubled hands.

"What's his name?" he asked in a jealous tone.

"Does it matter to you?" she said. "...dog."

John shut up and found a comfortable position with his chained limbs. He worried that his enthusiasm for this escapade had blinded him to reality.

"It wasn't anything that I couldn't handle," she finally said.

"But you had help."

"Did I?" she laughed. "I still took care of the problem."

John couldn't argue with her answer.