A Dog/slave Weeend

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The next five hours of the drive was in silence, at least for John. Occasionally someone would notice the big, thick, brown, leather collar around John's neck and stare. Ashley drove on as if he weren't even there. He was sure that she was mad at him. The radio blared only if she wasn't on her cell phone to family or friends.

"I'll beat it," she would say into the phone. "The cop has no proof. I didn't even breathe into the breathalyzer. It's a bogus charge."

Ashley would shift her listening ear and driving hand every two or three minutes. "You think?" she said. "No...John didn't come with me. I'm on my own...Oh, I don't know. He just didn't want to come....It's only six hours away. I'll be alright."

John remembered their last stay down at Ashley's sister's vacation house. He had passed out early in the evening. He wasn't even sure if Ashley had been drinking, at least not while he was still alert. The next morning, he had to hitch a ride with Ashley's sister to bail her out of jail and pick up their car. It was a party night that he chose not to remember.

They finally arrived. The house was smaller than he remembered. It was in the middle of a very nice neighborhood. Ashley's sister and brother-in-law could of afforded a nicer second--or was it their third or fourth--home, but who was he to judge? The backyard had an unrestricted view of a beautiful mountain range. Ashley got out and then let John out.

He climbed down out of the car very carefully. He looked around to make sure none of the neighbors were outside to see him.

"Hurry, hurry," John said while Ashley stood over him at the back door fiddling with the keys.

"Don't worry. Nobody will see you. They're all at work."

"No, it's not that. I've got to go pee."

"Oh, well in that case," she opened the door and stepped in front of John to block his entrance and with a prolonged gesture toward the back yard with her stretched finger said, "you can go out there."

"Why?"

"Shoo." She nudged him with her leg. "Go."

John wandered into the backyard hoping that he was not exposed to anyone. Behind him Ashley began to unpack the car with her things into the house. Then he realized that he could not pull his own swimming trunks down by himself.

"Ummmm, Ashley?" he said from the backyard.

"What?"

"I need some help back here."

Ashley began storming toward him with long strides. "Not 'what' do you need," she said. "'What,' as in 'what did you call me?'"

"I--I mean Master."

It was too late. Ashley was upon him in several gaits, her arms swinging at her sides like a woman with a purpose. She grabbed him by his collar and drug him several feet further into the backyard through the dead grass where she grabbed the end of a thick, rusty, chain dog leash with her other hand. She snapped it on his collar.

"Need some help pulling your pants down, John?" she said as she tugged the swimming trunks down around his legs. "Is that what you wanted?" Then she unfastened her black belt she had around her waist. She pulled it from the loops in her jeans. Then she folded it in half.

With her left hand she grabbed the leash and with the other hand she brought the leather belt down on his bare ass. "I told you to call me Master."

Whap!

"Okay, okay!"

Whap!

"Only real people call me Ashley." Whap! "You are a dog!" Whap! "I own you and will not tolerate you calling me by my name!" Whap!

John pulled against the leash away from the loud belt. For the amount of strength Ashley exerted on the leash to keep him in place, he was surprised the belt smacking his bare flesh did not hurt more. Ashley was putting on a show more than she was demanding obedience. She finally let go. She stood up and reinserted her belt on her jeans.

"Jeez, you're finally done?" he asked, possibly poking the bear.

"Shut up and go pee so that I can pull your pants back up."

John scurried along on all fours, unable to stand. He drug the chain leash until he reached its end. The leash was used by Ashley's sister when she brought her dog here. He could only imagine what he was dragging his knees through. At the end of the leash he tried raising his leg to pee, but it wouldn't work with the swimming trunks holding both legs together. So he ended up just squatting like a female dog.

Ashley laughed at him. John was embarrassed.

When he was done she easily walked over to him and pulled up his swimming trunks around his waist. Then she left him in the back yard on the leash...like a dog.

Damn John, she thought. She hated to carry her own stuff into the house. He was useless to her in that chained up position. Completely useless! She looked out at him through the dinning room sliding glass doors. He deserved to be out on a leash being so useless.

She would let him in the house in a while. It was good for him to be helplessly out on a leash, like a dog. She could only imagine how many times he had fantasized about being chained up on that leash. She had watched the dreamy expression cross his eyes whenever he watched her sister chain her dog up when they gathered there for a little rendezvous. At first Ashley wondered if he was attracted to her sister. Then she came to find out that he was attracted to being her dog. Well, a dog...any dog, at that point. She didn't want to think of him being her sister's dog. Her sister already had it all.

The faucet rattled when she turned on the cold water. "What the...?

She opened the sliding glass doors and poked her head out. "John, the water's off!"

"Yea, we have to turn it on when we come and shut it off when we leave. In case a leak happens while nobody's here."

"Well, how do I do that?"

From the dead grass in the hot sun John sat on all fours, leashed in place. "Turn it on under the car port. There's a blue knob. You can't miss it."

"Shit," she muttered to herself as she tackled the project. It was always the men who took care of this stuff when they came here. Either her sister's husband or John. Now she didn't have a man with her. She had a dog.

Confidence gushed through her veins like water through pipes when she turned the blue knob. That wasn't so bad.

As she poured herself a drink another thought hit her. She turned on the hot water. Nothing but cold water.

"How do I get hot water?" she asked John again. She giggled to herself that he was right there where she left him. He couldn't get away if he had to.

"You'll have to light the water heater. We shut that off too."

She found the water heater in the basement where she seemed to remember the men coming to set the place up for their stay. Ashley had to lay on the dirty floor to access the utility hatch. The previous rush of confidence flat-lined when she looked inside at the confusing sight of the internal workings of the water heater. She carefully read the instructions glued to the outside of the utility hatch. Using the matches left on the floor for just this purpose she lit the pilot light.

Slapping the dust from her hands she wondered what she had needed a man around for at all.