A Dog/slave Weeend

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Valerie tugged her pants into place around her hips, quickly buttoning and zipping them up. She patted the back of her hair to remove any sign of lying on it.

She unlocked and opened the door.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Hagan," Manuel said, standing in the door frame. "You want me to put the dog/slave away before you go?"

Valerie took a quick glance back at where Manuel was pointing. Frisky sat at the bedside, his dog mask nose bent out of shape and wet. "Ahhhmmm, no, Manuel. I'll take care of him."

Manuel looked past Mrs. Hagan at the bed where an image of her backside was pressed into the bed covers, wrinkled in just the right places to emphasize the fact.

Valerie started out, through the bedroom door forcing Manuel to step back and lose ground. She shut the door behind her. Looking at the spot she had left Randy's suit case and suit jackets, she saw that they were gone. "Thank you for loading the Cad, Manuel."

"You are welcome."

"Still got something on your mind?"

"No, ma'am. I mind my own business."

"That's good. You know you're my friend. Our friend. And I appreciate that."

"Yes, ma'am. Me too," Manuel said turning to leave.

Valerie watched him depart, closing the house door behind himself.

Back into the bedroom she found Frisky where she had left him. Like a mindless toy sitting there waiting to be used. She closed the door again behind her with a solid click and a locking.

"Now, where were we?" She admitted to herself she didn't have the time or the energy right now for another round of cunnilingus as she quickly wiped down and spread the bead cover to remove her backside image. But she could take a moment for some other fun. She sat down in front of Frisky.

"You know John," she addressed him by his former name so as to speak to that part of him, "your rent is due. You don't have a job."

The gummy bears if nothing else provided for a rise in anxiety. John had been careful not to dwell on bad thoughts at all so as not risk falling uncontrollably into the pit and the bad emotions sure to take over him.

But now his rent was due and it was true he had no job.

Valerie could see the slight shift in his stance as she looked down on him from her perch on the edge of the bed. "The rent's due, John. You can't pay that! What are you going to do?"

His black hooded head with the ears and the crumpled up snout slowly, but barely shook back and forth. The rent was due. He knew it would be inevitable. It was coming and here he was playing dog/slave. What was he going to do?

Valerie looked over at the nightstand clock by the bed. She had time. Plenty of time before she had to leave to meet Randy at his office. Back to Frisky she said, "You, my sister and all of your stuff will be homeless, John. No where to go."

John's mixed up mind conjured up the dreadful scenario of being out in the street.

"My sister, John, deserves better than this."

He saw himself in the street, homeless, turning to see Ashley beside him.

"You're not a good man, John. You're not a good provider, you're not a good boyfriend, you're not even able to get married." Valerie gave John a medium powered smack upside his mask. He returned his head to position like a punching clown. "You're a pathetic excuse of a man because you don't know how to be a man." Another smack, this time his head returning slower as her words sunk in.

In his mind he knew his verbal tormenter was right. Right about everything. His struggle his entire life to try keeping up with his peers, not knowing what to do next or how long he could stay focused ate at his soul. The struggle to be human was a losing battle in the end, he knew.

"You're not equipped to live life as a man," Valerie said with another smack, just a bit harder this time. "It's time to admit this for once and for all to yourself and everyone, John!" She smacked him again from the other side, not as hard.

The words were true. In the middle of the street, homeless, he hung his head, Ashley looking expectantly at him. His head thundered with pain, as if being reprimanded by the gods for even attempting to be a normal person.

"But Frisky has no rent to pay," she continued, pulling his head lovingly into her belly. "As a dog, Frisky doesn't have to worry about such mundane things." She rubbed his hooded head so that he could feel it, feel her compassion. "As a good dog you have a home. You don't have to worry about rent. Dogs don't worry about rent. Your Owners care for you." She repositioned his head so that she could look into the cut eye holes in the fabric. His stoned eyes met hers. "You like being a dog, don't you?"

Frisky's head shook up and down in her hands.

"The car payment is due, John. The car!" she said changing the mood back. "They want their monthly payment for your car. But you're not man enough to make the payment. John! You disgust me," she said with contempt, spitting the words out. She pushed his head away and smacked his ear once again. "Fucking loser!"

His thoughts swirled uncontrollably watching his car being towed away, Ashley standing beside him with the look of disappointment. Why hadn't he acted to prevent any of this from happening? Where had he gone wrong? He just couldn't overcome being a dog/slave.

"How can something so simple as a car payment be so difficult for you to do, John?" Valerie reached around and smacked Frisky on the back of the head this time.

The gods mocked him, his head knocked forward with a blow to the back. Most probably well deserved. How could he make this right? For Ashley? For himself? How could he possibly fix any of this with his mind racing at every thought he had only to lose grasp of it before he could contemplate it? A fingernail touched his upper lip, then slowly began to trace it over the top.

Valerie had opened the snout piece of the mask enough to see inside, reached in and softly soothed him with a light touch of her forefinger. "But dogs don't need cars. Dogs don't drive, Frisky. It's alright not to have a car when you're a dog. If you need to be somewhere your Masters will drive you there."

She almost felt guilty. This was just too easy taking advantage of a stoned, helplessly chained, vulnerable, tragic soul. But Valerie got a tingle between her legs every time she smacked him. He'll be so confused after this he probably won't even remember. But her words will last forever in his subconscious mind.

She stood, bent over to attach the leash to his collar, and pulled it toward the walk in closet. "Come, Frisky. Come."

John/Frisky rose to all fours and followed the tugging of the leash. The walk-in closet was as big as some smaller bedrooms. And the walk-in closet had a closet. The light flipped on to reveal rows and rows of shoes.

Valerie looked Frisky over to assess his status. He wouldn't be going anywhere any time soon. So she hung the loop of his leash over a waist high shoe hook. She then pulled an old phone out of her back pocket and began to play with it.

The phone was one of those that got thrown in a drawer and eventually shoved to the back behind other things that probably should be tossed out. Her old phone had no SIM card, but it still worked easily connecting to the home wifi network. Satisfied with the setting, Valerie sat it on a shelf just out of Frisky's reach.

Out of her front pocket she pulled the last of the gummy bears she had planned on using. She spread the fabric mouth of the dog mask open with her right hand fingers and fed Frisky the last gummy bear with her left. "One more just to be safe, puppy," she said patting him tenderly on the side of the head only guessing what it would do to him as he obediently chewed.

Valerie reached up and activated a black box which began to strobe. A Halloween toy she dug out of storage just for this purpose. The strobe light wasn't so bad until she shut the shoe closet light off.

"I've selected a list of online dog/slave hypnosis videos for you, Frisky."

Valerie's movements looked animated in the strobe light reminding John/Frisky of a poorly animated cartoon. Her smiley face dropping in front of him, looking him over like a specimen in a jar.

"Some are better than others," she said, "but I'm sure all together they will get through your thick skull." Satisfied that Frisky would be there until she got back, Valerie stepped backward out the narrow closet door and closed it behind her.