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"Didn't I tell you?" Valerie said as she stood like a fashion model posing with a dog/slave. "Didn't I tell you?"
The three women looked startled. It was as if they had heard about it, imagined it, and for the first time ever, seeing it. John speculated that he was either more or perhaps less than the ladies had anticipated.
John reluctantly knelt beside Valerie. She tightly held the leash in a demonstration of dominance. He could go nowhere.
She looked down at him. With playful tugs that nearly choked him she said, "What do you say Frisky? Shall we get this party started?"
"Yes, Ma'am..."
The blonde woman with the white sweater giggled and said to the other women, "Look at those teeth. Did you see his teeth?"
"Makes him more dog-like. Don't you think?" Valerie drug John between the women who parted to let them by. The table right behind them had paperwork all over it.
John looked up at Valerie towering above him. She picked a pen up off of the table and held it in front of his face.
"Now I'm going to put this pen in your mouth, puppy, and you are going to sign these papers where I tell you to," she said.
"Don't I get a chance to read them?"
She laughed. She looked at her friends. She laughed again. "No, stupid dog! You are only signing your life away. Besides," she winked, "we have an agreement. Remember?"
John protested as she tried placing the pen in his mouth. "But, but..." he said, "Who's to say that any of this is legitimate? Who will be able to tell my signature by writing with my mouth?"
"You're stalling." Her hand waved the pen in front of his mouth.
"No I'm not! How do I know that any of this is real? The teeth are real, but the vaccination had to be just saline solution! And these papers..." he said exasperated, "...these people! It's all a mind fuck!"
"I'm a notary," the oldest of the three women stepped forward, "and a paralegal. I've read the paperwork over and I assure you that even a good day in court for you would leave you at this woman's mercy."
"You see, Frisky?" Valerie smiled down at him. "I wouldn't take you only half way there..."
John clamped down on the pen with his canine teeth. Damn her erotic innuendos, he thought to himself. He had to admit that Valerie owned him anyway. What difference would it make if he signed a few papers?
John attempted to get his head high enough over the table to get at the papers. But the chains holding his ankles so close to his testicles didn't allow it.
"Oh, looks like a table is no place for a dog to sign papers. Huh?" the short, heavy set gal chuckled. Her drink sloshed around the glass in her hand.
Valerie quickly gathered the papers in her hands. "Okay, okay..." she said as she knelt down and placed the papers on the floor under John. "We'll do it on the floor."
John looked at where Valerie's fingernail was pointing on the paper next to the red X where he was to sign. He bent his head down and began. The notary mentioned it might be easier to just tape the pen to John's right steel mitt, about in the position his thumb would be if he had any to use. Even in this manner, it was a time-consuming process. His name was almost legible the first try. Valerie quickly removed the signed paper leaving the next one available for his mark.
The stout woman laughed and walked away. "This is going to take some time. Guess I'll have another drink."
The blonde woman in the white sweater followed her. "I think I'll join you."
The notary pulled a chair next to her to sit and watch.
Time passed as John signed with his taped on pen, each signature becoming less and less legible. Two of the women were slowly getting drunk as they signed the paperwork as witnesses. The notary signed last, giving her notary stamp as a finale. When the last page was signed, Valerie stood up with a sigh.
She tugged on John's leash. "Doesn't that feel better now, puppy? Getting that out of the way? Huh? Now you really are a dog."
The notary stood to leave. "Well, I guess I'm done here," she said.
"What? You aren't sticking around?" Valerie said.
"No."
"But..."
"No, this isn't my type of thing."
"Well, it's not my type of thing either," Valerie said, putting her hand over her chest in self defence. "I..."
"You girls have fun," the notary said with an accepting grin.
