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"There he is."
John/Frisky looked over at Francy's brown sandled feet entering her grandma's bedroom where he assumed she stood looking down at him. He said nothing.
"Looks like you're mine for a little while until she picks you up or I take you home."
Home... That's what the cage at Valerie's house was to him now. It was home.
Francy picked up the end of the leash from the bedpost and said, "I'm taking you home with me." Then she noticed the padlock keeping him hog-chained and unable to crawl anywhere with her. "Oh! You must be a naughty, little thing. She had to make sure you wouldn't get into trouble."
It was an effort for her to bend over to pick up the key and unlock the chains from each other. She held her breath while folded over, only exhaling with grunts and groans. Her breathing became regular again when she stood back up holding the padlock and key.
"Now you're free to walk with me. "C'mon boy..."
A short sleeved T-shirt hung down mostly hiding a few folds of fat and the top of black yoga pants that would have embarrassed anyone else with her physical structure. But Francy had it in her head that she wanted to be one of the girls, and by that it was Valerie, Janet and and that other woman at his dog/slave contract signing ceremony. Of the four, Francy was easily the least attractive.
"Come on," she repeated giving the leash a few tugs. John/Frisky sat unmoving and silent.
He wanted to stand firm. Take no more of life's bullying. Even from this short, awkward woman who casually held his leash with the superiority of a goddess. Stop this madness. Stop this pretending and shake even himself out of this trance. But now he had lost control of even his dick. The whole day was a mesmerizing example of complete helplessness.
The betrayal started at his left front paw as it reached forward, followed by the mutinous hips rising up, a shift of body weight, left knee moving forward. His own body rebelled against his firm stance to stop this insanity, this spiral of life out of control. Slowly and not knowing why, he followed the the gentle tug of the leash walking beside the short legs of Francy.
With the stealthiness of a dump truck Francy decidedly determined there were no onlookers and led him out to her silver car along the walkway somewhat hidden by growing weeds. Once in the front passenger seat, she stretched the seat belt over him and clicked him permanently into the car until the time she would unlatch it.
"You are such a good boy," she said closing the car door, making her way around the front of the car and then into the driver seat.
Driving along the neighborhood streets, he was on full display for all to see. To the people they passed he looked just like any other shirtless guy. That is if any other shirtless guy had a dog collar padlocked around their neck.. But for Francy, she had a man in her car. Driving alongm people that didn't even know her saw her driving with a man in her passenger seat. She loved the idea that others may assume that they were some how romantically involved.
Yes. Yes. She was just as desirable to men as any other woman. For now she would leave the onlookers to their own conclusions. Francy took a few detours of streets she often frequented just in case someone she knew might happen to glance and see her with a man in her car.
Poor Francy.
Then it was off to Francy's home.
John/Frisky was surprised at the state of disrepair of Randy and Valerie's rental house. Not that it was about to cave in on itself, but rather in need of new siding. The tin roof on the back porch was rusted and bent from high winds. The rest of the house was just old and wore out. but it still worked as Francy demonstrated when she opened the back porch door and let John/Frisky in.
The floor had scuff marks all about. Pieces of cat food discarded in various places. What he could see of the counter above his head was piles of papers and magazines, cat food bowls, and a pile of unwashed dishes. The corners of the kitchen were home to stacks of cardboard and unfolded boxes.
The door shut and Francy disconnected the leash from his collar. "Make yourself at home, boy."
He was now free to roam around Francy's home. It was no wonder Randy and Valerie didn't invest much into this rental property.
"It's not much, but it's home," she said as her legs passed him by heading into the living room area. This room was a little cleaner with most of the furniture still available for sitting. One spot in particular had the rounded indention of prolonged pressure in the consequentially same shape as Francy's butt. Which is exactly where she went to sit down. She draped her arm over the side of the couch as if inviting him to join her.
"Now we just wait for Valerie to see what she wants me to do with you," she said with a smile. "Would you like to watch TV?"
He didn't answer just as he didn't answer or respond to Francy in any manner on the way here. He was numb from the emotionally charged morning when he came face to face with his own submission and inadequacies.
"Did Valerie order you not to speak?"
John/Frisky shook his head from side to side as he looked down at the ground.
"Well, it's kind of nice having some company," she went on. "Sometimes it gets pretty lonely living by yourself."
"Sorry if I'm not very good company right now," he finally said through a groggy throat.
"That's alright. You're just a dog anyway. Right?"
Nodding up and down he said, "Yeah."
