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"I can't do this," John/Frisky said with a shaky breath. He raised a stainless steel ball mitt dragging the lock and chains upward with it. "Please..."
"I don't see where either of us have an option, pet," Valerie said softly, her fingernails audibly tapping the hard, plastic dildo. "You've already payed such a heavy price to fulfill your obligations as a dog/slave. Haven't you?" she asked.
It was true. The last week and a half he had lived completely under someone else's thumb. He had eaten what he was fed. Stayed and slept where he was put away. Walked in the open securely on a leash. His mouth repeatedly used as a sexual object even without his consent. John/Frisky had been ripped out of the human world to live life as a dog/slave.
"And I'm not about to burn the documents giving me the power of God over you."
At this John/Frisky looked up into the sky where Ashley's sister stood large and proud over him like a conquering hero over their prized conquest. His eyes were swift to visually brush by her smiling, brown eyes looking down at him summoning his soul from deep within to surrender to her. He looked away. His head lowered again.
"I mean," she scoffed, "how often does an opportunity like that come around?"
Valerie stepped back pulling the leash. John/Frisky again choked at the tightening of the collar around his neck pulling him forward. "Come, Frisky. Come!" She pulled and pulled while he fought and fought, digging the round, smooth mitts into the old carpet to gain leverage. But he had to breath and the strain on his neck forced him to give in.
She was winning an inch at a time bringing Frisky/John's rear end away from any obstructions. Once she deemed there was enough clearance behind him to do what she needed to do she stepped behind him preventing him from any retreat. Valerie got down on her knees and mounted Frisky/John.
Triggered yet again by her closeness, her sweet smell and her breath on his back his emotions became a battlefield of morals against desires, manhood verses dog/slave, right and wrong, good and bad, societal expectations against his true nature as a submissive dog/slave.
If he didn't fight back now John/Frisky knew he would never get the chance to again. Without resisting he would forfeit his choosing of when and how he delved into his life as a dog/slave. This would forever alter his fate, change who and what he was. Giving in, surrendering would cement in his mind forever the dog/slave that he knew he was, but was yet unwilling to commit to.
Behind him Valerie used both hands to grab each hip and pulled at them to raise them to doggie style level.
"Please..." he begged.
She answered his pleas by grabbing his testicles and squeezing. He yelped and stood up on his knees. He felt the hard plastic brush his ass cheeks.
"That's better. Good boy."
He felt her wrist against his flesh as she grabbed the dildo using it to draw intentional lines across his bare skin. After a few moments of this he realized she was tormenting him by spelling out her name on his ass one large letter at a time.
"Mrs. Hagan," he said.
"What's the matter, pet? Don't you like a little foreplay?"
"Ashley..."
"I'll give you back to her when she comes to get you," she said reassuringly. "Is that what you are worried about? Or are you worried that she may not come to get you at all?" She laughed. "Until then what am I to do with you? I've got two dogs already."
The tip of the plastic penis poked about his butt cheek slowing to a plausible sexual flow. Poke. Poke. Poke...
"Please don't do this."
