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Valerie finished her salad in a slow, unhurried manner as if she had all day. But, of course she had all day. Her life of leisure was as realistic as any princess fairy tale might suggest.
And John's life? One of anxiety, need, want and desire. He hated his job. He hated his car. He hated his apartment. Knowing it was the best he could possibly ever do it was no wonder he wanted to be somebody's dog/slave. It was what he was and maybe deep down he almost felt as if this was a gift from Valerie.
She rinsed her salad bowl out then told Frisky to follow her into the master bedroom. John followed as if not having a will of his own. He was mesmerized by Valerie's shapely rear as she walked in front of him.
Inside, she pulled from a bottom drawer from the far back as if hiding it, a dog mask. The kind seen in dog slave type pictures and videos.
"Ah, no, Valerie," John backed up. "Please. Not a mask too."
Over his head it went as Valerie stretched it out with a firm grip of her fingers. Down past his ears until he could see out the eye holes. She tugged the lases down the back until it was a close, tight fit. A slight click of a lock behind his head as he knew it wasn't coming off any time soon.
Valerie stood back to see the full scale of John's bondage. "That just sets off your entire attire." She laughed.
John's face blushed beneath the black mask. John didn't feel any more dog-like than he usually did, but he could tell the shift in Valerie's attitude toward him.
She reached down and unzipped the floppy snout of the mask. Producing another gummy bear she stuck her long, slender fingers through the zipper and brushed his lips with the candy. "Come on, puppy. Open up."
He did. Her fingernails scraped his teeth as she deposited the sweet on his tongue.
"Another treat for my sweet pet."
What was he to think? She was beautiful. Yes, life was good when talked to like that. When treated like that. It was then that he realized his mind was relaxing in an odd way. The first gummy bear wasn't just candy. And now it was taking its effect. The second one was on the way down.
John sat back on his haunches wanting to ask what it was Valerie had just fed him but was stopped by her phone buzzing.
"Oh," she exclaimed. She sat the rattling phone down on her dresser on the way to the clothes hamper. She looked inside and pulled out a man's sock, held it up, looked at John, then dropped it before quickly reaching in and finding one of her used panties, tied in a knot. She made long, quick steps back to him. Pushing the pink, knot of panties through the zipper mouth she shoved and shoved with her fingers until John opened up and took it in his mouth. Deeper and deeper into his mouth as she poked and pushed, finally zipping up the snout. She reached for and answered the phone putting a finger to her mouth for John to be quiet.
"Hey," she happily said plopping down on the edge of her bed. "No, no, I'm just getting some of Randy's clothes packed for an unexpected. sudden trip.to Canada. I've got to take them to his office in a little while. What are you up to?"
His mouth began to fill with saliva, soaking it into the panties. This moisture reactivated the drying moisture in the fabric. John realized he was now tasting vaginal juices. Valerie's juices. Not that it was the first time.
"You need a better job that gives you an hour lunch," Valerie said. "Half hour just isn't enough." She looked at John, masked and quiet. "He's fine. You call everyday and everyday he's fine. Just waiting for you to come pick him up, just as you left him."
She smiled, leaned over and put her hand on John's hooded head. "I have been spending quality time with him," she said defensively. "In fact, I just bathed him again."
He followed the conversation between his captor and his girlfriend, until he couldn't. His thoughts became scrambled, thoughts appearing and disappearing, replaced by new thoughts.
"His shorts are still in the laundry. Somewhere... Besides, nobody see's him out there in the kennel. You know it's secluded. Manuel is the only other person who's seen him here, and he won't say a word. In fact, I think he's quite taken with the little dog/slave."
Whoa... his mind had to slow down a little. Stay focused.
