13
It was a beautiful evening. Of course, Valerie would never live anywhere that wasn't beautiful, or at least what others considered beautiful.
The other dogs had been fed and let run free for half an hour each. All but him self. When it grew dark Valerie came and unlocked the cage letting him out. He followed her without a leash down the path till they got to the home's backyard.
Now John was sitting on her green, green grass at her feet while she sat in a permanent lawn chair next to a permanent lawn table. The light from the pool shimmered in a rippling effect on the back of her red brick home.
John's mouth was freed of the ball gag head harness. It sat on the lawn table.
"Oh, Frisky, you are looking ragged," she said.
It was true. He had not been able to shave, bathe, or groom himself in any way for the last four days. He had been sleeping on dead grass and dirt. In comparison to his hostess, who was refreshingly clean and wearing a white robe, he looked like a dirty dog. John could offer no apologies for this but rather said, "My name's not Frisky. It's John."
"Nooohooho," she sang to him. "It's Frisky."
John looked away into the darkness. The mosquitoes had come out in droves at the presence of his bare body. Valerie seemed unperturbed by them.
She leaned back in comfort and took a sip of Cappuccino she had sitting on the table. "Mmmm," she moaned. "I like my coffee well sweetened, how do you like yours?" Suddenly she slapped at her bare ankle. "Ouch. Damn bugs!" She put her coffee down and picked up a can of 'Off.' She sprayed both legs.
John flinched at the bites he was receiving. Valerie set the can back down on the table.
"What do you want with me?" he asked her.
"Oh, Frisky," she giggled, "I'm doing with you whatever I want."
"I'm hungry"
"I know." She reached onto the table yet again. John could only see the tops of the coffee cup and spray can. She picked something up and maneuvered it around for a second. Then she brought a finger full of ketchup covered fries to her mouth. She chewed them up and swallowed them. She held her greasy fingers out to John.
"Want a taste?" she said.
John shunned her pink tipped fingers. Valerie chuckled.
"So," she finally said while casually wiping her fingers off on a napkin, "have you decided what it is you would like your perfect day to be? If you could do or experience anything, what would it be?"
"Why?"
"Damnit, Frisky! Answer me!"
"I don't know! What is it you want me to do?"
"I want you to sign these papers." Valerie picked up a small stack of papers and dropped them back down on the table.
"What are they?"
"Legal papers drawn up by my lawyer."
"For what?"
"Oh, let's see." She flipped the top two over. "This is for Durable Power of Attorney." She shuffled through a few more. "This is a contract giving me permission to treat you like a dog."
"What? I'm not signing that!"
She let the papers flutter through her fingers. "Actually, they should have been issued in my sister's name...But oh well. I can sign you over to her after you sign them."
"I'm not signing them. I couldn't even if I wanted to..." John raised his front paws encased in the stainless steel mitts. "Remember? I'm ten hours away from the keys to unlock all of this stuff."
"Oh, you can sign it with a pen in your mouth."
"No! You can't make me."
"I have no plans to make you sign them. You'll do it of your own free will. Want some fries?"
"No."
"Beg for them, puppy, and I'll give you some."
John just sat there. He would just crawl off since there was no fence completely encasing the estate, but he knew that Valerie could easily catch and stop him.
"C'mon, boy," she said through her million dollar, pretty smile. She held up more delicious looking fries between her fingers just over his head. "Beg, puppy, like I taught you."
John was hungry. After eating real dog food, or what he thought was real dog food,, the taste of human food looked irresistible. His tummy felt as though it were imploding. He sat up on his hind legs, his front paws hanging uselessly in front of him. His humiliation pumped testosterone levels up causing his dick to arch upward.
"Oh, yea, Frisky likes to beg, doesn't he?" She dangled the fries for an instant over his gaping mouth while she enjoyed eying his erection and then fed them to him. She let her fingers linger over him, slowly dropping them into his lips. He sucked them clean.
"Good boy. Good boy. Mmmmmmm...."
She took her fingers back as he dropped to all fours. "Is that how you got yourself to perform when making love to my sister? Fantasizing being humiliated as a dog/slave? Lying to her that you were a real man?"
John swallowed, looking away into the darkness of night.
"Face it, Frisky. You like being a dog. It's what you are. Tell me," she prompted, "tell me what your price would be to sign these papers. Say anything. Try me. If there is anyone on this planet that you know that may be able to afford it or have connections to make it happen, it's me."
"Is there any way that I can break these contracts?"
"Well, yes, to be be legal. I can release you from it anytime I want. But you have to give me a five year notice," she said. "...My lawyer is very good."
"That means that you would basically own me."
"Ashley would own you. Eventually. I'm just setting it up, dear."
"Setting me up. You never did like me."
"Just tell me, Frisky, name your price."
"I want to be set free."
"You know I can't do that! The keys to your little bondage ensemble there are ten hours to the north. I'm afraid we are stuck with your doggie status."
John and Valerie just looked at each other. She sighed.
"Damnit, Frisky! I'm half tempted to spank your naked ass." she said. "But a little dog/slave like you would probably enjoy it." Valerie stood up and dropped her robe. It slid off of her body as if she were oiled, the material slipping into a puddle on the lawn chair.
She stood before him completely naked. Her firm breasts, probably artificial, stood out proudly. It was apparent that she had battled a weight problem after paying the price of giving her husband two children to financially shackle her self to him. Her ass was firm as well; certainly not the body of a woman who had just let herself go after pregnancy.
