A Dog/slave Weeend

24

"The house is clear," Valerie said eagerly fitting the key in the padlock to the kennel gate.

John ran his tongue over his canine teeth wondering if Master needed more oral servicing. She certainly wasn't coming out to take him in to fulfill her end of the contract signing. Se was adamant about that as long as he was chained down on all fours. If he was keeping track properly, it was a Saturday. How could the house be clear?

Clipping the leash to John's collar, Valerie began her trek across the curved path lined with thick foliage back to the large house. Before he spoke, John stopped himself, realizing it wasn't his place to know where she was taking him, nor what she was going to do with him once she got him there.

"Randy took his weekend trip to golf in Palm Springs and the children are at the theme park with his parents," she said as she absentmindedly tugged on the leash. "My house keeper always comes on Tuesdays and Fridays to mop and clean, but Stella couldn't make it yesterday due to a family emergency."

Unable to help himself John just had to ask, "What's that got to do with me?"

"My dear little pet," she said, "do you think I sit around eating bonbons all day and watching soap operas?"

She opened the door allowing him in only after she had entered first.

"I've been shopping," Valerie said. "For you, in-particular." The door locked behind him.

"You shouldn't have..."

Valerie reached down and disconnected the leash from his collar. "And it's because of that right there..."

"What?"

"Your mouth."

Okay. She got him. He did have somewhat of a smart mouth.

"Ashley likes your sense of humor. Your-- quick wit. I, myself, find it unsettling for a dog to speak in human vocals. Especially in such indignant tones." Valerie helped herself to the items on the kitchen table top which were completely out of Johns line of sight from all fours.

"Look, Valerie. I've been chained down like this for a week now. An entire week!" he said. "I've been at your mercy for the best part of the week and..."

"Loving every minute of it."

John stopped talking at her interruption. Could he even argue her assertion?

"Now, I bought this clever little thing online." She lifted a different type of gag. A smaller ball for insertion of the mouth with an attachment ring on the outside along with all of the bells and whistles to securely adhere to his head in the way of straps that dangled incoherently. Her now naturally glossed finger nails glinted in the sun as she pointed one at the attachment mechanism. "It not only will keep your mouth shut, but..."

His turn to interrupt. "Where's Ashley?"

"At home, I presume," Valerie blinked, looking down at him.

"I thought she was in jail."

"Was in jail."

"Then why the hell didn't she come and get me and take me home?"

"At least one of you should keep your job."

"Not a phone call or message?"

"I've talked to her a few times on the phone this week."

"And you didn't think to mention it?"

The head harness dropped onto his skull, Valerie's fingers shoving the ball between his teeth. "Again, I don't like your tone." The cinching up of the buckles forced John's teeth to bite down on the ball, his jaw inoperable.

He looked down at the ground as her busy fingers finished securing his muting device. It was inconceivable to him that Ashley would abandon him like an owner dropping off an unwanted puppy in a strange town.

From the table top Valerie produced a toilet scrubber which was quickly fastened outside his mouth. "Come," she said walking away.

John just sat there.

"God damn it, Frisky!" She stepped back slipping her fingers under his collar. She drug him forward to the downstairs bathroom. Inside, she shut the door so he could not escape. "I already sprayed the cleaner in the bowl giving it time. Do you think you're capable of cleaning it properly?" she asked swiping with her finger at the toilet brush hanging from his face.

John turned toward the toilet bowl and hesitated.

"You've got to lift the toilet seat," Valerie asserted, reaching down and doing it for him. "I swear, your like a child! Only a child grows up. You... You're a dog/slave and that's all you will ever be."

Valerie turned the door knob of the bathroom and let herself out, shutting it again trapping John with his chore.

He was disgusted with himself. His face was mere inches away from were Valerie's family relieved themselves, splashing their urine about. He was probably even kneeling in some of it.

As John drove the brush along the rim of the toilet bowl he could hear Valerie talking to someone. The replies to her voice came across as though from a small but ample phone speaker.

"That is a big one! And grandpa didn't throw not one ball for you?" The answering voice was garbled, inaudible to the point only a mother could understand. "You let grandpa hold on to that big elephant when you go on rides so you can hang on. Okay..?"

Valerie's voice trailed off as her footsteps could be heard ascending the staircase.

John pulled back, giving both his back and neck a rest. The bowl looked clean, at least to his uncaring perspective. Would it be good enough for the great bitch Valerie? He didn't need to wait long for an answer.

The bathroom door flung open. Her hand holding the phone to her ear while her eyes darted about the toilet bowl then settling on him. "He's right here." She took the phone from her ear and clicked the speaker button. "He can hear you now. Go ahead, Ashley."