A Dog/slave Weeend

14

"Oh," she gulped the word in surprise as she turned off the recording and put down her phone.. She stood up in haste to back away from him. In haste she put her white robe back on. "I...I'm flattered, to be sure..." She sat down.

John had taken the upper hand and now looked her in her beautiful brown eyes. Her eye lashes still thick looking from her swim.

"Well now, I don't think that is going to be happening," she said. She grabbed her left ring finger and twisted where her wedding ring should be.

"You asked for one thing that I wanted in exchange for signing those contracts placing me in permanent captivity to you or your sister. That's it."

"I don't think that... It's not really an option..." she stumbled over her words as she rapidly pumped her brain for rebuttals. "That's not what I had in mind at all...I mean what would Ashley think?" Then her eyes grew cold and hard. "But then you are just a dog now. What would Ashley care if her dog got fucked. I doubt if she'll be letting you inside of her ever again." Valerie pointed her finger at him and then dropped it as if the conversation were over. "That's it then," she said, "Tomorrow I'll get you a prostitute for one last hurrah."

"No. I want to have sex with you."

Valerie sat back down. She was going to argue this with him. It was as if it were not an option that she wanted to work. "Th--That is just not possible." She waved her hands up and down his torso and said, "I mean, just look at you. Your chained on all fours like a dog. You could never ever possibly make love to a woman like that. It's not possible!"

"It's possible," John said. "Believe me."

"How?"

"Doggie style, of course."

"Oh, my," Valerie said. The image ran through her mind like a tornado tearing up every thought of normal sexual behavior she had. "That's not making love to a woman. That's just having sex with her."

"That's what I said."

Her thoughts conceded his argument. Then she answered, "No. I won't do it. I'm a married woman. You know that. I couldn't possibly..." She stood up. "Come, Frisky," she said while walking away toward the kennel. "It's time for you to go back to your cage and eat." She swung the gag ball head harness in her hand as she walked along.

John followed her.

He was fed left over chicken, broccoli and corn along with what he presumed to be wet dog food from a can. Then he was informed that he had three minutes to eat it before she would lock the gag harness back on him. While he gulped down his meal, she talked.

"Tomorrow Manuel will be feeding and caring for the dogs. Your messes are piling up in the cages and I'm absolutely not cleaning that up," she explained. "After, you'll be going with me to an appointment."

He wanted to ask where, but the taste of the dog food would not let his body naturally eat it so he had to give it his full attention.

When he was done, she said, "I see that your water bowl is empty. And I'm really not in the mood to run and fill it up."

John lapped at his dog food covered cheeks with his long tongue.

"I'm not in that kind of mood at all..." She stood in the doorway of the cage looking down at him. While he had been eating, she had retrieved a dog leash that was hanging on the utility cabinet by the kennel. It dangled in her hands seductively.

She stepped toward him and knelt down. Her fingers gingerly snapped the leash to his collar. "You know," she said, "just because I detest you as a human doesn't mean that I necessarily don't like you as a dog. It seems like the proper status for you." She put her hand upon the side of his dirty head. "It's a more appropriate species for you for some reason. Don't you think?"

She stood backup, holding the leash taught so that John could not back away from her. "And while I may not have sex with you, it doesn't mean that I wouldn't enjoy seeing what that doggie tongue of yours can do."

John did not fight her when she pulled his head into her crotch. He had been turned on since she had made him beg at the pools side. She parted her robe and inserted his head between her legs. John knew what to do.

He could not believe it. He was orally servicing Ashley's sister, the woman he had fantasized about during the years he had been with Ashley.

"It's not like I'm cheating on my husband," Valerie said, "Mmmmmm...It's not like cunulingus is sex. It's not sex at all..." Her breathing became labored.

John used his tongue in ways that made her loose her balance till she was leaning against the chain link wall of the kennel. She pulled on the leash harder till he was near choking. He couldn't force his tongue harder onto her clitoris if he had to. The she vibrated with pleasure. He tried to back his head up to gaze on her beauty but the leash kept him in place. His tongue wagged. She jerked again. And again...

Finally she allowed him to pull away. She had held the leash with her right hand and grasped the chain link with the left hand.

"Oh...! Oh, God..."

She was so much like her sister, he thought. Valerie bowed her head as though in a silent prayer for a full minute. Then she reached down to unhook the leash from his collar. Working silently she placed the gag ball head harness on him and locked it shut. Without so much as a glance at him she locked the gate latch.

With her vaginal juices still running down his throat, he watched her walk in the darkness down the path, humming an old '80's tune.