A Dog/slave Weeend

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John scarcely knew what it meant to go to bed hungry. Now he understood it fully going through it now a second time inside of a single week. No longer having the quiet to hear his stomach's protest of being neglected, he turned his attention toward the noises of car doors opening and closing, voices, and ear transmissions whining in reverse. It meant breakfast was on the way once the last vehicle made it's way out of earshot.

Expecting Manuel, John was surprised when it was Valerie once again pushing the cart up to the kennels. Without acknowledging him she stopped at the first cage and began the process of feeding the mutt.

He just watched as Valerie rolled the cart to the next cage, her skin tight, black yoga pants leaving nothing much to ponder in the imagination. The birds in the trees sang and whistled as if giving their approval to her attire. John had already seen her completely naked body, probably one of the lucky few in this short life.

Now she stood before him posing with the feeding cart like a supermodel on a television game show. "Frisky, are you hungry?"

John nodded.

"Are you going to be a good boy for me?"

Again John nodded.

Valerie produced the key to the kennel cage to unlock the padlock. "You can be a bad dog all you want. But it will never end well for you."

Never. End. Well... John felt a sense of permanency in her voice. He vowed to himself that he would utter not a single word unless given permission. His stomach growled in approval of the decision.

It looked to be an odd mixture she was accumulating in his dog bowl. Two boxes of almost empty breakfast cereal. A half eaten Pop Tart. Rice and a scoop of dog food.

"Manuel is driving the kids to school this morning and I... I guess I'll just have to be late to yoga class." She sat the bowl down carefully on the ground. Then she took John's head in her hands and began unbuckling the gag harness. "I wanted to tell you yesterday before you were such a bad dog," Valerie paused everything to smack his nose with a long finger, "...Ashley made me promise to tell you that she called. So now you know."

So Ashley called, but why has she not come to take him home? John stretched his jaw muscles the moment the ball gag fell freely into Valerie's waiting palm.

"Wait until you are given permission to eat."

Of course.

Valerie hovered over him. Then a large grin followed by a shiver running up her body raising her shoulders level with her ears. "You're just bursting with questions!" she exclaimed with delight. "Aren't you?"

John disregarded her sudden, unexpected encounter with a power rush, instead looking at the food in the dog bowl. A pink sandaled foot dropped between him and his breakfast. The toes twitched.

"Kiss my foot."

Moving forward slowly John lowered his lips between the pink straps until they connected with her flesh. His stomach rumbled once again.

Removing her foot from under his lips she brought it right back down again on the back of John's neck lowering his face to the ground. He grunted from the unexpected force.

"Keeping your mouth shut," she said. "That's a good dog."

His neck strained from the awkwardness of his position. John adjusted his knees to accommodate the unnatural angle of his head. Valerie didn't seem to care keeping the pressure applied through her sandal.

"All it would take is a little snip-snip and I could have your vocal cords removed or their nerves severed. I could find some doctor down on his luck somewhere, just like I did the dentist."

More pressure on his head and neck forced a reserved grunt.

"After all, I own you now."

John's left cheek ground into the dirt as the heavy breath out of his mouth stirred the dust in front of him.

"I'm not ruling it out completely," she assured him. "It would be a permanent change, of course, like your teeth. But... Ashley is still concerned about you."

The weight from Valerie's foot lifted. "Eat."

John lifted his head letting dirt fall from his cheek, then slowly looked in her direction as her pink sandals receded out of the gate. Her feet turned. The gate closed and he heard the clanging of the latch and the click of the lock imprisoning once more. But the food was more important than watching her push the cart down around the path.

The shade of the surrounding trees cooled the ground John napped on enjoying a full belly. For all of the times he fantasized about walking out of his dead end, soul sucking job, he never thought he'd quit like this. But he didn't quit. He just didn't show up and more than likely was now fired. Was a bad day as a dog/slave better than a day at that job?

The red bikini clad Valerie answered his question. She came around the bend in the path actively absent mindlessly pinning up her long auburn hair to the back of her head as women do when trying to keep their hair out of the way.

She was beautiful.

She was sexy.

She did have an edge on Ashley.

Even keeping his head smashed in the dirt was mean in many ways, but certainly sexy in a masochistic way driving his manhood to stand to attention.

"Happy to see me or did you dig up a bone?" she asked unlocking the gate once again.

Having the ability to speak without the muzzle or ball gag strapped on, he chose to just shake his head 'no' rather than say, 'It's not what you think.' But then again, wasn't it?

"I know how much doggies hate bath time, Frisky, but who knows how many nice days we're going to have left in the year?" she said swinging the gate open to attach the leash to John's collar. "May as well enjoy them."

Despite the restrained method of locomotion on all fours, it was good to get a change of scenery. John actually felt special as he passed the other dogs in their cages as he got to go with... their owner... His owner.

At that his thoughts paused. They passed the swimming pool crossing the grass behind the grand house. They stopped when they reached a blue bucket full of soapy water.

Valerie knelt down on the grass leaning back on her legs becoming eye level with John. Her smile revealed white teeth perfect in every way. Her brown eyes sparkled.

John felt the corners of his mouth curl up involuntarily. Damn it!

Dipping her hand into the soapy water she said, "Getting used to that bald head, Frisky?"

He sat quietly not verbally answering, remembering Valerie's threat to snip his vocal cords. She was just indiscriminate enough to do it.

She reached up and squeezed the soapy sponge over his head. The water was tepid, not a cold shock. In fact, it felt good on a warm day. Valerie started with his forearms which were caked with layers of food, which he used to clean his face after eating in the awkward style from a dog bowl. She then pulled his head toward her and down until he was staring at her red bikini clad crotch.

"There we go, baby," Valerie cooed while sponge bathing John's back. "Such a good boy."

He began to melt inside. His mind going deeper into that place he is always in and fighting to get out. It was a lifelong losing battle for John, for that place is where he belonged and he knew it. Now, going so much deeper into that place he felt freer, more alive. He gave himself permission to bath in the comfort of that place for he could physically do nothing to stop what was happening on the outside. Even his cock agreed as it pumped itself to full mast, hidden from Valerie view.

The sound of a lawn mower getting closer interrupted his thoughts and he tilted his head in the direction of the noise. Manuel was riding a yellow mower, coming around the side of the house heading in their direction.