A Dog/slave Weeend

12

What started out as a humiliating day only got worse. He picked a corner to use as a bathroom. This time, he had to squat to leave a significant sized bowel movement. By it's consistency he could tell that his body accepted the dry dog food Ashley had been feeding him.

The bugs in the area were horrendous. The uneaten scraps of his breakfast attracted the first of the pests. Flies would land on him and he would shiver and shake his body to get rid of them, but they would return just to taunt him. The chains keeping his arms within a confined radius of his body would not allow him to reach much of his side or back torso. The round, ball shaped stainless steel mitts proved to be useless as fly swatters.

He had to recognize that at least Valerie and her husband had provided comfortable accommodations for their dogs. The shade from the trees kept the ground a comfortable temperature throughout the day. The cages were big enough to pace in. The house Valerie lived in was not visible due to the bushes and foliage growing so liberally in the area. There always seemed to be enough water which John could drink through the tube in the ball gag by sucking it up like a straw.

The day passed slowly. Then he heard human speech coming up the pathway. Two voices. Valerie had mentioned a visitor coming.

John sat unmoving, watching the pathway to see who it was. Maybe it was Ashley to take him home...

No. Someone else. He didn't know her.

Valerie had redressed into a summer outfit. Spotless white shorts and a wrinkle free white shirt. She wore a white cap over her auburn hair. The Hollywood sunglasses gave her a theatrical flare. Missing from this morning's feeding, the industrial sized wedding ring once again encumbered Valerie's left ring finger.

As he was apt to do, he checked out the new comer to his embarrassing predicament. The woman just wore jeans and a white T-shirt. A working class outfit in comparison to Valerie. The T-shirt had a logo printed just above her left, small breast but he could not read it. She had the body of a young woman apt to gain weight with each consecutive year. Her short fingernails indicated she was a hands-on type girl, the kind of person to do things that others might pay to have done.

The blonde haired girl looked through the cages in passing with a smile. Then she got to him. She looked in nervously at John, her smile taking on a fake, forced grin. He could make out the logo on her breast now. It read: "McKinley Animal Clinic."

Oh, shit...what has Valerie done now?

"Mrs. Hagen," the girl said turning to Valerie, "I don't know about this."

Valerie looked in at John and then escorted the girl away from the cage by her elbow. He could still make out some of the words they were quietly saying. He could here Valerie addressing the girl as a Doctor Russell.

"I could loose my license to practice veterinary medicine."

"You're taking this far to seriously. Remember though who got you that grant so that you could get through school?"

Then John heard something about how much business the Hagen family has brought the McKinley Animal Clinic. Not to mention the large donations to the animal shelter.

The two women would glance over their shoulder occasionally at John. Valerie stepped in front of the blonde and began to use her fingers as power points to get her message across. The girl bobbed her head up and down in understanding.

They finally turned back to the dogs. In what must be a ritual of sorts, or possibly it was merely based on seniority, they started with the first cage on the other side of the path. He being the least senior dog there, he would be last...again.

Dr. Russell scratched the dogs and made friends with them first before she began administering the vaccination. She smiled and giggled at the dogs like a true animal lover.

Valerie unlocked the padlock to his cage. Dr. Russell stepped in. Valerie patted her on the back and said, "It's okay, he's a dog."

Dr. Russell closed her blue eyes and took a quick, labored breath. John surmised that Dr. Russell was not only opposed to administering veterinarian medicine to a human, but the look and feel of this BDSM scene was out of her league. She did not appear to want to become part of such sexual deviancy.

She turned and walked out. "I won't do it. I can't"

"Then you are fired."

"What? You can't fire me for this."

"I'll have a talk with your boss then find another animal clinic to use. It really is no problem."

Dr. Russell turned and stepped back into the cage.

"Its okay, Debbie," Valerie assured her. "He is just a dog like the others." She glared at John. "Aren't you?"

He shook his head 'yes.'

"And you enjoy being treated as a dog, huh?"

Again John agreed.

"It's been his lifelong dream to be a dog. To be set free of his human trappings. How many people ever get to truly experience who they really are?" Valerie said.

A look of acceptance crossed Dr. Russell's face. "You know," she said, "there are people with animal spirits in them. But they get repressed their whole lives. It would be lucky for them to get this kind of understanding."

Oh, great, John thought. A spiritual nut-case.

Dr. Russell picked up her clipboard and began to write on the paper. "Okay, what's this big guy's name?"

"Frisky," Valerie said.

"Frisky," the doctor repeated. "Frisky Hagen."

"Yes," Valerie said looking in at John. "We've tried for several years to either chase him off or make him an official part of the family. Looks like we still managed to do that."

Doctor Russell put the clipboard down. She grabbed John by the ears while bending over to look into his eyes. "My you are a handsome dog. I see no reason if a person wants to be a dog that they shouldn't have the right to be one. People get sex changes all of the time, don't they?" Dr. Russell probed about his eyes. Then she lifted his lips to look at his teeth. "It looks like he could use some dental care."

"Yes," Valerie said. "I've got that arranged for tomorrow."

What? John pulled away from the Veterinarian.

"What's wrong with him?" Dr. Russell said.

"Nothing. Now Frisky," she addressed him, "behave! Mind Dr. Russell and let her do her work."

He could run. Scamper out the cage door while it's open. But he knew he couldn't get very far. He was so helpless in this chained condition that he was forced to endure the degrading treatment he was getting.

Dr. Russell dug in her medical bag, pulled out the needle and read to make sure it was the right one. She smiled at him as she pointed the needle in the air flicking it with her fingernail to agitate all of the tiny bubbles to the top, squiring them and a few drops into the air. Then she reached behind his neck. She grabbed a handful of his skin and crinkled it up as best she could. There was little excess skin or body fat on his body. She pulled so tightly that he could feel her short fingernails dig into his skin. John felt the needle pierce into his neck. It was over quickly.

"And there you go, Frisky." Dr. Russell patted him on the head. Subsequently she pulled out a pair of pliers to clip the vaccination tag onto his collar.

She turned to leave. John watched Dr. Russell as she gave Valerie a look of worry. As if the cost of this maneuver could be her career. Valerie slowly blinked her eyes at her and gave her a knowing nod as if everything would be okay.

"Not to worry," Valerie assured Debbie Russel, "you're getting paid very well for doing something that never happened."

He wanted to say something but couldn't. He wanted to ask the girl to help him. He needed a ride to his home ten hours away where the keys to these damn locks were. He needed to get back to work, or at least call in to say he was not going to be in. He was more worried about losing his job at this point than what the vaccination might do to him.

Valerie locked the gate latch. With one last curious look at John, Dr. Russell was escorted away by Valerie.