A Dog/slave Weeend

49

They both laughed at the deep crack in the top of the sink counter that Georgia had been leaning against while being pleasured by Frisky. Although Francy didn't find it quite as funny as Georgia, but couldn't help but chuckle.

"We'll call it 'Georgia's Crack," Francy said smiling.

"I almost did bring the house down," Georgia stated with further laughter. "Didn't I?"

"I'm going to have to tell Valerie about this," Francy said running a forefinger across the crack.

"Well, it's her own fault! It's her dog/slave."

Frisky sat just outside the bathroom door unable to clean Georgia's sexual excitement off of his face. If he had water to wash, he's not sure he wouldn't drink it instead because he was so thirsty. His involuntary swollen cock in the chastity sheath hurt and was slowly deflating. It was all a firm reminder of the thing he was, the tool for human pleasure he had become. It was frustrating to know what he was his whole life, alone, secretive, but now these two women knew exactly what he was for.

"I think we should leave it," Georgia said stepping past Frisky at her feet, "as a commemoration of my first fourth orgasm."

The women walked past Frisky back into the living room completely ignoring him. It was back to chitter chatter and checking social media on their phones as if nothing had happened.

After some time Frisky crawled into the living room dragging his leash on the floor. Georgia actually looked up from the screen in her hand to see light reflecting off of his moist face.

"I suppose we should clean Frisky up," she said in no hurry.

"Yeah," Francy agreed. "We don't want to return it to Valerie like that. She may never let us borrow it again."

"That would be a shame," Georgia said in a low voice looking Frisky in the eye. He looked down at his round paws. "Where's your wash cloths?"

"In the dryer," Francy pointed.

Georgia retrieved a wash cloth and after wetting it under the sink knelt down by the dog/slave. "My, my..." she said, "you do know how to make the women happy. Don't you?" It was rougher than he thought it should be but she was the one doing the work of cleaning herself off of his face. From his forehead to under his chin Georgia ran the course washcloth over and over till she was satisfied.

"Well," Francy asked from her corner of the couch. "What shall we do now? Round two?"

"No, I couldn't," Georgia said standing up while looking down on Frisky to make sure he was suitably clean. "What do you think it is?" she asked Francy as she reached down and ruffled his head. "A machine?"

"You get to go home to your man," Francy ruminated. "I'm here alone."

Georgia sat back down in the chair. "You need a boyfriend or a husband. Not a dog/slave."

"I know, I know. I just don't see that happening," lamented Francy. "Not anymore. So what would be the big deal if I had a dog/slave? As a pet. Like any other dog. I'm allowed to have a dog."

"Not this one," Georgia said. "It belongs to Valerie. Well, her sister anyway. Not to mention what she's invested in her little project."

"Frisky!" Francy called to him.

Frisky looked up at her.

"Come here, Frisky. Come here." She patted her leg.

Frisky, dragging his chains across the floor, made his way over to her. His head stood just above Francy's knees. She cupped his face in both of her hands.

"You want to live with me? Huh?" She said into Frisky's eyes. "Want to be my pet doggie?"

He blinked quickly and looked down at her lap.

"Speak to me, Frisky. Tell me."

"I... I have no influence or say in anything."

Francy looked up at Georgia for a second, then back to Frisky. "You can tell Valerie and her sister you want to live with me. Can't you?"

"I'm a dog. I don't get to choose who owns me."

Again Francy looked over at Georgia with a fading smile. Frisky did seem much different than he was the night he signed the dog/slave contract and the other legal documents putting Valerie in a position to destroy his life if she so chose to.

Looking back to Frisky she said, "Well, surely they'd take your happiness into consideration."

Still looking down unable to make eye contact he answered, "I don't know."

The idea that this man, chained down, collared and called a dog/slave was not just playing some role but has actually mentally forfeited his manhood, civil liberties, and freedom of choice concerned Francy. "What did Valerie do to you over at my grandmother's?" she asked.

The answer came in the way of a phone call. The ring tone was a short version of "Heaven Sent." It was a little way Francy could afford to pay back all of the wonderful things Valerie had done and helped her through.

"Hello?" Francy said into the speaker.

"How's it going over there?" Valerie's voice asked via speaker phone.

"Good. Georgia is over here helping me doggie sit."

Georgia blasted out, "Hello, Val," from her seated position.

"It takes both of you to doggie sit one dog/slave? Are you sure your not just sitting on the dog/slave's face?"

"Not at the moment," Francy said then changed the subject. "How's Amy?"

"One hundred and one fever. She's in bed with cartoons on. Poor girl."

"That's terrible. Tell her I love her," Francy said.

"Me, too!" Georgia yelled.

"I will. I will. So, is Frisky giving you any troubles?"

"Why," Francy asked, "are you going to punish him if he is?"

Valerie laughed over the air waves at such an unexpected, obscure question. "I guess I'd have to weigh out what he did and the consequences of it. Where did that come from?"

"I...I was just wondering." Francy didn't dare alienate her good, good friend any further. "You know, in case he does do something bad."

"Well if it does do something bad, I need to know. It can't learn without proper training."

"You're right," Francy said.

"If you want to get it out of your hair..." Valerie then rephrased the question, "Look, today has kind of gone sideways on me. Amy's sick. Randy's flight for today just got canceled but he is catching a Thursday flight tomorrow. So if there is any way you... or Georgia could get Frisky home before Daniel gets home from school, I'd appreciate it."

"He's not a problem," Francy said. "In fact, if it helps, I'll just keep him here with me for the night."