A Dog/slave Weeend

"Hell...Hello..?"

John, on all fours by the toilet looked up at Valerie who held the phone waist high in her hand. The head harness held fast as the toilet brush bobbed around with each of his movements.

"He's right here, Ash," Valerie said again. "Go ahead."

"John..? I tried to call you several times, but you were never available. I'm sorry I had to race back home. My boss needed me back as soon as I could get free from the courts. We only planned on three days gone. A dog/slave weekend. You know that."

After a moment of silence Valerie said, "Go ahead. He's listening."

"He's listening," Ashley repeated over the speaker phone. "Why isn't he talking?"

"A toilet brush has his tongue."

"Wait... What?"

"He's in the middle of his chores."

John mumbled something of importance to himself behind the gag. Valarie smiled.

"You see?" she said, "he's right here."

"Can you take the toilet brush out of his mouth, please?"

"Not until his chores are done."

"How is he doing chores? Did you finally..."

"...get the bolt cutters like you said days ago?" Valerie interrupted with a chuckle. "Ashley, you know I wouldn't know where to even start to get bolt cutters. Whatever that is."

"Oh, my God, Val! You mean John's still chained down on all fours with those mitts on since the last time we spoke? How is he doing chores?"

"You'd be surprised what is available online nowadays for even dog/slaves."

"Obviously not bolt cutters."

"Don't turn this around on me, sis."

"I'm not. Thank you for taking care of him. It was an emergency situation."

"I'm always happy to help you out, little sister. You know that. Even with the repercussions of your silly life choices."

A heavy moment hung in the air until Ashley said, "Can you send a picture of him for me?"

"Proof of life, huh..?" Valerie was quick on the process, getting the picture and texting it to her sister.

It only took a single heartbeat for Ashley to realize the obvious. "His hair," she said, "You cut his hair off?"

Valerie reached over and rubbed her fingers over the short stubbled scalp. "I had his hair cut off, yes. Mm-hmmm..."

"Don't you think that just might be..."

"His hygiene is much more manageable this way," Valerie gave John a heavy, slow wink when he looked up at her. "When you come and get him you can grow his hair out until your heart's content."

"Oh, Val..." sighed Ashley. "And what's with the toilet brush?"

"Chores. My cleaning woman couldn't make it this week."

"With his mouth?"

"That's all he's got to work with. Like a dog."

Ashley's next words were suddenly diminished, shrunk in stature. John could barely make out her vocal tone after Valerie took her phone off of speaker and put it up to her ear.

"Now see? I revoked his listening privileges because I knew you were going to try to bring that up again."

John wondered what that was.

"He... It doesn't need to know anything that isn't inside its field of influence-- which is very limited."

Valerie turned and stepped outside of the bathroom. "Stay," she commanded pointing at John. Then into the phone said, "I'm making the very best of a situation he himself put himself in."

The door shut, clicked into place further muffling the voices and trapping John until Valerie opened it once again.

Only a few minutes passed before Valerie stopped talking and the doorknob turned from the outside. Once open she said, "Upstairs. There's two more waiting for you."

Once finished, John had to manuver down the stairs feet first, for a dog he was extremely top heavy and might tumble head over heels. The awkwardness of this amused Valerie to no end as she began to disconnect the toilet brush from John's mouth harness. His head shook from her exertions and tugging.

"Your toilet cleaning skills, even for a dog, are less than adequate. But, it will get my family through the weekend until Stella can do a proper job of it."

John rolled his eyes at her never ending attempts at reprimanding him.

"Did you..." she stammered. "Did you just roll your eyes at me?"

The toilet scrubber disconnected, Valerie rose up, towering over John like a Giantess. She looked down at the man chained and locked down on all fours and all but helpless to care for or defend himself.

"Do you know the difference between me and Ashley?" she asked. "You can hurt her feelings. Me..? You can only piss me off."