A Dog/slave Weeend

17

Being led around by a leash was standard practice. John wasn't sure if Valerie felt that she had to do this, or if she were finding great entertainment out of doing it.

"C'mon, boy," she said down to him as she led him down cement stairs to the basement of a modestly built home.

John followed her as commanded. He had slowly been loosing his will to fight back. Being chained on all fours making it impossible to stand up, wearing round stainless steel mitts over his hands to avoid being able to use his fingers for anything, left him in a very dependent state on whoever would look after him. Since Valerie was the one looking after him, he did as she wanted.

They were met at the door by a young woman, 19, perhaps 20 years old. Her long, strawberry blonde hair was braided into pigtails, each trailing over her shoulder. She looked down at John in shock.

"Never seen a dog like this before, have you?" Valerie joked. When Alicia said nothing, Valerie said, "This is Frisky. He needs to be cleaned up."

"Ummm..." Alicia said.

John smiled to himself. He hated to admit it, but this was becoming more and more fun. His fate had been removed from his hands and Valerie was re-shaping his life into that of a dog's life.

"That's not a real dog, Mrs. Hagan."

Valerie looked down at John. "I would argue with you, Alicia, but I understand your confusion." Valerie tugged on the leash bringing John into the basement pet grooming room. "You now how it is," Valerie said, "sometimes people are not what they look like?"

"Yea..."

"Well, Frisky here is really a dog inside. He is now living as a dog..."

"This is that kinky stuff. Isn't it?"

"I don't think it's kinky. This is Frisky's natural state." Valerie held the leash out to Alicia. "Just relax and think of him as a dog. It's simple. That's what I do."

Alicia reluctantly took the leash.

"Go ahead," Valerie said, "He won't hurt you." Valerie opened the door and pointed a finger straight up. "I'll be back in awhile. I'm going to go and visit with your mother."

She shut the door leaving Alicia and John alone. Alicia looked down at him.

"Well, Frisky, do you have a real name?"

John gave it some thought realizing that he didn't want his real name to be known so that when he got back to his real life, this would all be water under the bridge. "I'll stick with Frisky. And you really don't have to do this if you don't feel comfortable with it..."

Alicia answered with a tug on his leash. "I'm trying to build my business up, I need the work." She led him to a washtub already filled with water.

"You want me to climb in there?" he asked her.

"If you don't go voluntarily, I have my ways to get dogs in the tub," she said. "But any other dog wouldn't be able to tell their owner about it."

"Believe me," John said, "Valerie wouldn't care what you did to me. Her only regret would be that she wasn't here to see it."

"Good, I don't like people telling me how to do my job. Now get in the tub."

John climbed over the side of the washtub being careful about dragging the chains over the side. The chains rattled against the metal.

"Good boy," she said. She began to get him all wet. Then she scrubbed him with a brush. "Boy, you are a dirty thing, aren't you?"

When he was cleaned from top to bottom, she pulled on his collar to lead him out of the tub. She dried him with a towel. She ran her hands through his hair.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" John asked her.

"Oh, no," she replied, keeping her fingers tangled up in his hair. "I was just thinking of what could be done to make your maintenance easier."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well, I was just thinking that if I had a dog...like you...how I should keep you to make your hygiene easier to control. Like cutting off this hair."

"What? No!" John protested for the first time. "I need my hair. I'm not going to be like this much longer. When I get home I'm going to have to go beg for my job back!"

Alicia smiled at him and grabbed her clippers.

"No," John said backing up. With no other show of strength available, he bared his new canine teeth at her.

Alicia reached over and slapped him. Hard. "Don't you ever try to intimidate me again!" she said. "I've had bigger, meaner dogs than you in here and I've learned how to dominate them so that I can get them cleaned up. I do what I have to do, and like I said before, the dog's don't tell their owners anything."

Alicia stood over John in an intimidating manner. "Don't make me do mean things to you, Frisky."

John felt humiliated. He was defeated by a young girl. He stood still as she snapped the leash back on his collar and looped it over a hook to keep him in place. She turned the clippers on. He watched his hair fall to the ground as she swiped it across his scalp.

When Valerie finally returned she stood speechless at John's appearance. Then a grin opened her heart shaped mouth. "Now that is more like it."

"Valerie..." John said in desperation as Alicia held his leash.

"Mrs. Hagan!" Valerie corrected him.

"Mrs. Hagan, I can't believe that you're letting her get away with this!"

Valerie waltzed in and took the leash from Alicia. "And why shouldn't I? She's a pet-groomer, isn't she? I'm paying her to make your upkeep so much easier." She reached down and rubbed his bald head. "Is that so wrong?" she said. She checked under his arms and down his chest. Then she looked at Alicia and asked, "Did you shave his genitals?"

Alicia looked stunned. "No...uh...no..."

"I think that a dog shouldn't have any hair on its genitals. It's alright, honey. I shouldn't expect you to..."

"No, I'll do it..."

"You don't have to do it."

John looked upward from woman to woman as they discussed his pubic hair. Alicia reached over and took the leash back from Valerie.

Alicia grabbed her clippers and then looked down at John with a quizzical look. "How am I going to do this?"

"Pull his pants down and make him roll over," Valerie said.

She watched Alicia with curiosity to see if she would really do it. Sure enough Alicia reached around pulled John's swimming trunks down off of his legs and chains. Valerie observed as Alicia twirled her finger and said, "Roll over, Frisky. C'mon, boy, roll over!" Valerie was enthralled by the sight of Alicia mowing John's dark pubic hair with the electric clippers.

John's erection prominently stood up toward the young lady. Alicia ignored the hard-on as best she could. She was careful around the ring locked around John's scrotum.

"Look," Valerie giggled, "I think he likes you." She folded her arms under her firm breasts.

"It sure looks like it," Alicia said. "But what would I do with him?"

"Exactly my point. What does a woman do with a dog-boy like him?" Valerie laughed.

"I can't get any more hair because of this ring..."

"That's just fine, Alicia," Valerie said. "You've done a fine job. How much do I owe you?"

John watched the financial transaction take place as if he weren't even there. Valerie walked him out on the leash just as they had come in.