A Dog/slave Weeend

9

Valerie had laughed at John's feeble attempts to fight back by pulling on the leash with his collar. She was stronger than Ashley, having two kids does that to you, and she merely guided him where she wanted him to go.

Once in the SUV they were headed down the road. He again rode in the back seat like a dog. Valerie had brought a large traveling cage with her just in case he got out of hand. The ride in the SUV was much more enjoyable for John. Besides the extra room, the windows were tinted so that nobody could see him in his collar.

"Tell me again, John, why it is you never proposed to Ashley?"

"To be brief," he said looking out at the cars they were passing, "I'm a dog."

"You know? That's what she said. That you were an honest to God dog. And that you were never going to be anything other than that."

John hung his head and lowered his voice in shame. "That's what I have been trying to tell her all of these years."

"Me too!" Valerie said. She made exaggerated movements with her red tipped finger around her head.. "Guys like you never change."

"Fetishes and fantasies..." she said from the front seat as she sped down the highway faster than anyone else. "You're a confused little puppy. A freak. A freak of nature. Guys like you should be locked up like this."

John just stared out the window.

"How much longer did you expect her to wait for you to grow up? Huh?" she asked.

"Look, Valerie, I really don't want to talk about this right now."

"I told you to sit in the middle of the seat so that I can see you!"

John scooted back to the left. In the mirror he could see Valerie's lovely brown eyes peering at him.

"Did you want me to lock that ball gag back on your head?" she asked.

"No."

"No, WHAT?"

"No, Ma'am."

"Well then, if you don't want to talk I think that ball gag should go right back in your mouth. Then you have a reason to be hushed."

"Look, Valerie," John said, "I know exactly what you think of me. I do love your sister, and never would have gotten involved with her if I knew this dog/slave thing was going to dominate my thoughts over the years. I've fought it over the years but there it is always at the forefront of my mind. I'm a dog/slave. That's obvious by my chained condition. I admit I'm completely at your mercy. But I have had a rough three days. Nothing has gone as planned. And now I am being hauled ten hours away from being set free of these chains."

Suddenly the SUV swerved.

"Gosh, I almost missed the gas station," Valerie said.

John looked out the window as they barreled down the interstate off ramp. He wondered if he would ever make it home alive, more or less to Valerie's house. She pulled up to the pump.

As she got out she looked back at John. "If you were worth anything," she said, "you could pump this gas for a lady. But you can't even let yourself out of the car, can you?"

John watched as she used the credit card to activate the pump. She filled the tank, and then he admired her ass as she went into the convenience store.

She came back after several minutes, loaded with goodies to occupy her time on the road. Once inside she held a piece of meat over her shoulders.

"I couldn't find any doggie treats," she said, "so I bought you some beef jerky." After holding it in place for a long moment she finally turned around to look at John. "Oh," she said, "I forgot. You only have paws. Here, puppy." She placed the beef jerky in his mouth.

John used the beef jerky as entertainment. He bit off a small piece carefully dropping the rest of it on the car seat while he chewed the small portion. God only knew what was on those car seats. Baby poop...vomit...spit...Then he would pick up another piece with his mouth and savor the flavor. Meanwhile, Valerie went on and on, about how she should quit drinking Diet Pepsi, but she was just hooked. And how her husband was almost as big of an asshole as he was. Finally she covered the outrageous cost of the soccer program and how if her husband didn't make so much money that they couldn't afford their second home which she used as a rendezvous for the rest of her family like her sister, Ashley.

"Valerie," John said, "Please...I need a break."

"From what?'

"You."

The vehicle slowed and pulled over to the side of the road.

"What are you doing?" John asked.

Once stopped Valerie stepped out. She walked around to the traffic free side and opened the back door. She held the gag ball head harness in her hand. "Ashley told me you would get smart mouthed on me," she said. "It's time I put this back on you."

John weaved his head around avoiding Valerie's attempts to put it on his head. "Me?" he said, "I'm not the one who needs it."

Valerie dropped her jaw in shock. She reached in and grabbed the chains from his wrist down to his balls and pulled on them. "I can't believe you said that, you stupid dog! How dare you!"

John winced in pain as Valerie exerted more and more force on his balls. She dropped the chains and grabbed his head by his hair. She slipped the ball gag head harness down over his nose. She all but rammed the ball gag into his mouth. With a jerk of the leather harness she had secured the ball gag head harness on his head.

"You didn't even give me a chance to tell you, doggie...Once I put that on you I'm not taking it off except to eat." She gave him a vengeful smirk.

Back on the road for the next two hours John got to hear how she wasn't the world's best mother, but that she was better than most. And that her husbands constant out of town business trips were so stressful on the marriage that if it wasn't for the money involved she wouldn't put up with it. Along with the fact that her male neighbor two doors down was so enamored by her beauty that she was sure that he would do anything for her, and that their tax bracket got them invited to a Republican dinner party where she met the state's senators.

Valerie's home never looked so good to John as they pulled in through the driveway gates.