A Dog/slave Weeend

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The distance was too great for John to know for sure whether the two of them were making eye contact or not. But it felt like it as Manuel turned his attention back to the lawn mowing swinging the noisy thing around and heading back and around the house.

"Good 'ol Manuel..." Valerie said swirling the soap around his back. "He's almost become part of the family." She lifted his head and forced him back up to a sitting position. "Oh," she replied to his standing ovation. But it didn't slow down her administrations of sponge bathing his chest and belly. Returning the sponge to the bucket for more water there was what seemed an accidental swipe over the head of his penis triggering a small tremor in it.

"Now," she said referring to a small drop of precum forming on the tip, "would a real man be aroused by being treated like a dog? You are about to absolutely explode."

The sponge left a soap trail down his right arm. When John took a quick glance at Valerie's face he was greeted by direct eye contact and a small smirk. She knew she was in charge, absolute control. The sponge went down to his groin, maneuvered around the hair stubble slowly growing back, then on to his left arm.

"Dog/slaves like you..," she said in a low voice, "...never really embrace living as a human in society. It's all far too complicated. Your instincts aren't conducive to our way of life. Running a business, working, paying bills, getting married, having children... Just abstract concepts above your understanding."

She spoke the truth. She understood.

"It could be confused with immaturity, or childlike. When Randy met you he thought you were strange. Different in some odd way. It didn't matter then, but now here you are. And that's what you are worried about. Randy finding out and telling the world about his wife's sister's crazy, weird boyfriend."

Yep.

"Manuel came to me with his concerns, bless his heart. Now, he is somewhat childlike," she said with a laugh and a grunt as she stood up and stretched. "Randy is very open minded, really." She stepped around him and began wiping the wet, soapy sponge across his rear cheeks. "To be honest, i thought you'd only be here a few days before Ashley could make it down here to pick you up. I thought I'd just have some fun with you until then." The slick sponge made it's way between the cheeks in her firm grip, up and down, circling his sphincter muscle. "I have to admit that going into a second week of you here, like this, is going to be harder to hide." Valerie came back around to the front, repositioning herself before him as before.

"You can't say that this has been entirely a horrible experience for you," she continued as she was apt to do. "Your anxiety may have crossed the red line a time or two, after all, you've been completely swept off of your feet." She laughed. "We both know what your little dog/slave weekend was really about. Ashley was just playing along. But it went out of your control. Ashley doesn't have the mental or physical resources to make this a reality."

John knew this to be true. His cock had deflated to a horizontal position.

Valerie swiped it with the sponge activating the blood vessels inside. She leaned forward and in almost a whisper to his left ear said, "Sometimes I get tired of being the good wife. The good mother. The good neighbor. The community sucker for buying whatever junk the kids are selling as a fundraiser for school."

The sponge dipped down under his balls slowly swirling then making it's way up his extending shaft. Her voice almost husky as if she were someone else completely. "When I got you I have to admit I was intrigued. So I took a little walk on the wild side."

The soaked sponge wrapped two thirds around John's inflated shaft, gripped in Valerie's palm like a glove.

"My husband disregards most of my ideas and thinking. My children only mind me with threats from their father. But you... My little pet doggie does what I tell it. My word is your law. I know where you are at at all times. Under my control at all times."

From the agitation of the relentless movement of the sponge the soap suds built up into a foam engulfing precum emitting from his dick.

She still bent forward, leaning into his ear, breathing on his cheek, encasing her ministrations of his cock between the two of them. "My complete, unquestioning control," she laughed a low, husky laugh.

John's body shivered. His hips began to rock on his hips. He drove his cock into her sponged hand, back and forth, back and forth...

The sponge fell to the ground. Valerie reached over, raised the bucket over John and dumped the cool soapy contents all over his head and shoulders.

Tapping the hard penis on the head with a perfectly manicured forefinger she said, "That's just so you understand as your owner I know who you are, what you are, and what your needs are."

She climbed to her feet. "Feel free to finish yourself off, while you still can," She said walking away to the house to wrestle with a garden hose awkwardly tugging it back toward him.

John looked down at his paws, fingers and opposable thumbs made useless in locked, metal balls. He put the round, metal mitts together on opposite sides of his neglected cock and tried a stroking motion with them to no avail. He rocked his hips again trying to get himself back to the edge Valerie had so abruptly abandoned him in.

Cold water poured from the hose. Her thumb over the end shooting the water out in pressurized streams. The white, soapy suds from his body washed away, dripping off of his body. Valerie made a quick point to target his crotch then moved up his chest and around his back. She walked around him as if washing a car down.

Shock of the cold water dissipated by the time Valerie had made a complete circle around him. John took a quick, brief look up at his tormentor to see her delight in the matter. He was shocked to see her stoic face, neither amused or entertained in the least.

"No, puppy," she said as if in answer to his inquiry, "Even though I'd rather be doing something else I still try to enjoy what I'm doing. Regardless what you think of me at this point, I do take good care of my pets."

Nothing more needed to be said on that nor was it. Valerie said nothing else except, "Sit! Stay!" after she reattached the leash to his collar, lead him to the back door of her home, and looped the end of the leash on the outdoor faucet before going in the house.

John wondered what more was in store for him on his owner's agenda. The water quickly evaporated from his body. When Valerie finally came back she had changed into a pair of tight fitting jeans and a white top. Almost juggling several items in her right hand she had her phone up to her left ear.

"The Stuart Hugh's or the Dormeuil?" She shut the door balancing on one white sneaker while closing the door with the other. In a controlled avalanche she put the items on the deck table. "Yeah, I can pack it too." She sat down. "Don't bother, honey. I'll bring it to your office so you don't have to go out of your way to the airport. Oh, the kids are going to be so disappointed." The sun turned her auburn hair into a blazing red as she unpinned it letting it fall to her shoulders.

The distant roar of the lawn mower from the other side of the property quickly zipped around the corner of the house. Like a stead mounted knight Manuel rode the machine toward the concrete patio as if on a quest to right all wrongs. John and he made eye contact for a brief moment until Valerie caught Manuel's attention by waving her arms and pointing at her phone. Manuel acknowledged. He stared back at John for a long moment before swinging the beast around and riding off toward the storage sheds to delay the mowing until a better time for his employer.

"Manuel. It's Manuel riding the mower," Valerie explained into the phone. In answer to a question she went on, "It's such a nice day I thought I'd give the dog a bath."

John shot a glance at Valerie.

"I'll let you guess which one. Does it matter?" she said. "Not that lucky. I don't think you'd want to be in his position." Valerie shot a glance back at John. "Play your cards right and maybe we can try that again... Okay, honey, I'll see you in a few hours with your bags."

Valerie dropped the phone on the table after saying her goodbye. In place of the phone in her hand she picked up an electric razor. She aimed the thing at John like a weapon, stood to grab the end of the leash and brought him back to the chair where she could sit down again. "Time to clean that nasty dog/slave face up, puppy."

The electric razor hummed to life. Valerie started at the bottom of his neck and slowly made a pathway across his week long growth. It didn't' take long for all of John's facial hair to lay at his front paws on the concrete.

Valerie ran her hand under his chin and the back of her fingers up his right cheek. "Nice," she said with a smile.

Next up was a toothbrush with a liberal amount of blue toothpaste smeared on the bristles. She started on the right side scrubbing the hell out of his back teeth before moving forward.

"We've got to take care of those expensive teeth, Frisky."

She brushed and brushed across the front, down the back rows up top and down. Retracing her path she repeated the process two more times. This girl was thorough if not anything else, he thought.

"And that wonderful mouth..." she purred.

From the side both Valerie and the dog/slave failed to see the approaching Manuel walking across the grass toward them.

Noting the minty smelling froth built up around his mouth from the toothpaste she said, "Rabid dog/slave! Rabid dog/slave!" She laughed before standing and almost ran right into Manuel.