A Dog/slave Weeend

35

Outside light closed to a sliver, then a click as the closet door shut completely leaving nothing but the pulsating light. A voice streamed from one of the boxes built into the wall containing shoes.

A woman's voice talked about relaxing, emptying your mind. John/Frisky laughed under his dog mask as his thoughts were flying past him at record pace not allowing him to focus on anything. Valerie had drugged him with marijuana gummy bears. It was in his system and there was no stopping what was happening or what was to come. He had to ride this marijuana trip out till it was over. He hoped he might be able to sleep some of it off.

But the strobe light even penetrated his eyelids, still hitting his retina. He attempted to lift his paws to cover his eyes, but they stopped cold. The stainless steal, round mitts couldn't be moved from where they had been meeting his ankle shackles.

Was he so high that he missed Valerie padlocking the chains together in a hog-chain with his wrists and ankles in front? His appendages could not be separated, secured by a padlock connecting the first link in the chains connected to the mitts and shackles.

In a mask, hog-chained in front, leashed with a collar heavily hanging around his neck, he started to panic. If he let this path of thought continue he would go into a complete panic attack and possibly hurt himself. How could Valerie put him in this situation?

Don't panic. Don't panic. John/Frisky focused on the voice coming from above.

"Deeper, deeper still. Fully relaxed now, you can only hear the sound of my voice," the streaming hypnotist said.

Relax... That's what he has to do. Realizing that he was hardly breathing at all, he breathed in heavily through the snout of the mask, the scent of the fabric filling his nostrils. Another deep breath. What more was in those gummy bears? Breath in--breath out--

"You...are a dog," the female voice said as a matter of fact. "A simple, happy puppy."

Yes, yes, he was, he thought. Anything positive to make the panic inside of himself to stand down. In fact, he thought he had heard this one before from his curiosity into seeking hypnotism online.

"You can feel your tail growing as you transform..." the voice continued somewhere in the mix of words that John/Frisky was interpreting. The words would come, do their work in his mind and then depart just as quickly. The chemicals in his system were disrupting his thinking patterns, making it impossible to hold a continuous thought. But the flow of words being spoken were something to hold onto, if even for a moment, like a rope saving his life over a river of anxiety that he could use to steadily climb to safety.

Suddenly there was nothing. The voice stopped. The void overwhelmed him. The never ceasing strobe light bouncing off of the walls and the shoes and the wood was some kind of punishment for having not followed the instructions of the voice.

John/Frisky was saved when another voice entered the room. A man. A man's voice talking smoothly. "Lie down or sit in a comfortable position..." This time, he would follow along closely.

He couldn't tell if he went under hypnosis that time or not, as he had never been hypnotized as an experience to compare it to. But, there were after affects, he could tell. Yes, yes, he was feeling more like a dog. A real dog.

This time when the voice ended, he did not fear the silence knowing there was another right behind it. His faith was rewarded as another lady's voice penetrated his hooded ears in a soft, subtle way. This time John/Frisky followed through the relaxation portion of her video.

Perhaps it was the chemicals pumping through his blood stream, but it seemed as if the rhythm of the voice had synchronized with the deviously blinking light pounding the ideas formed by the words into his mind.

This went from video to video, unseen but heard. One after another, some sounding alike, others standing out as potentially true hypnosis. Some repeats or close replicas of what came before. But all reaching in with the unrelenting throb of the light, twisting his mental awareness of the world, his place in it, and his self perception.

But of course, that's what it was supposed to do...

Knowing that didn't seem to help as all of his repressed dog/slave personality and attributes were freed from their inhibitions, brought to the surface unrestricted.

"Bark for me," one of the women's voices said near the end of her video.

"WOOF!!!" he barked into the flashing lights in the small room. It felt so good. Yes.

It seemed hours and hours had passed by. John/Frisky was sure that it was the next day when the light to the closet switched on minimizing the effect of the strobe light. The door opened and just as quickly the pulsing light ceased, including the voice in the middle of another dog/slave hypno-video.

Looking up at a spinning room through the dog mask, Valerie stood above him holding the old phone, tapping it with a forefinger. Satisfied it was off she knelt down next to him. "Oh, my poor puppy," she cooed, putting her hand to the side of his hooded head. "I ended up being longer than I planned." She put her other hand up to the side of his head, took a firm hold and bent his head so that she could see through the eye slits. "How are you doing in there?" she said adjusting her own head slightly to see into the depths of the mask.

"There you are," she smiled and laughed. "Where you asleep?"

"Don't know... Maybe."

"Are you coming down now?"

"Don't know. I...I think..."

Valerie reached around and pulled John/Frisky's head forward gently as she glanced around his head at the lock she searched for with her hand. She lifted the lock keeping the mask in place to examine it. Damn, she thought, she should take it off of him but she forgot the key in the kitchen.

She let Frisky/John's head back up. "I left the key to this on the counter." She stood up to leave. "I'd better go get it before someone else gets their little hands on it and loses it."

She stopped, turned and looked down at him. "That mask suits you. It suits what you are. Just a dog. A silly mutt. A pet," she said and left shutting the door and shutting off the light from outside the closet.

John/Frisky swooned in place as he felt the effects of the marijuana gummy bears lose their affect on his mental process. Thoughts passing him by had dropped to sub-light speeds rather than the warp drive velocity they had been. Now he could actually brows over a thought before it slipped away again. Then he realized that the first thought he could focus on was that he was a dog.

"Are you still alright in here?" Valerie said, slowly cracking the door open.

It seemed like days since he had been put in her shoe closet. He knew that wasn't the case since he wasn't starving to death from days of not eating. Or defecating. The drugged candy had only stretched time out in his mind. John/Frisky felt as through he had just undergone a punishment exercise.

"Do you need to pee or anything?" she asked.

"Nuh...No."

Valerie's breathing came in short gasps as she lowered herself to John/Frisky's level. The sounds of stretching of clothing and fabric on fabric reached his hooded ears and he looked to his left where Valerie had sat herself down on the closet floor next to him blocking off access to the closet door. He looked at her through the eye slits in the dog mask leaning her back up against the closet wall.

"Now I need to get you fed, next," she said as a matter of fact as if mentally checking off a to-do-list. After a few breaths she said, "Did you enjoy your high?"

"No."

She laughed. "You don't even have to worry about a pee test at work." She then placed a marihuana cigarette in her mouth lighting the end up with the proficiency of repetition. It was professionally rolled and sold like that, apparently. John had never seen one quite like it. She put the red lighter on the floor next to her while taking a long puff of the joint, held her breath for a moment then slowly exhaled filling the small shoe closet with smoke.

"I didn't know you smoked dope," John/Frisky said.

"There's a lot about me you don't know, Frisky. You should know that by now."