A Dog/slave Weeend

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Valerie reached again into the purple tote bag and pulled out the accompanying dildo strap to the new eight inch she held with her other hand.

Frisky shook his head 'no' and backed up again. He had used up most of the slack in his leash.

Valerie stood back up laughing at him. "Now see?" she said. "This is exactly what I'm concerned about. You still think you have a say in things, or by your actions somehow can influence the outcome of something."

"But I don't," Frisky said in self defense.

"No! You don't. You are nothing." Valerie proceeded to reach around herself holding the dildo with one hand and grabbing the straps with the other. "What's your name?"

"Frisky."

"Your name is what?"

"My name is Frisky."

Still working the straps around her waist she asked, "What happened to John?"

Frisky had no answer because he didn't understand the implications of the question so he said, "My name is Frisky."

"That's not what I asked you. Is it? Where is John?"

"Gone. He's gone."

Valerie stood straight up towering over Frisky with the straps buckled in place and the dildo wagging in the air aimed at him from her groin. "Why do you hate John?"

"I... I hate John because he..." Frisky stumbled over memories of his life, both the good and the bad things he did.

Valerie slammed her hand down on the small work bench making the smaller items leap in the air and roll about. "What do you hate about John?" she growled, the falling items from the bench clanging on the ground emphasizing her anger.

With sudden fear Frisky felt a small amount of piss race to the end of his locked up penis, but he didn't discharge it. "I hate... I hate that he's such a pussy!"

"Yes, John was a pussy letting everyone push him around," Valerie added. "He tried to pretend he was a nice guy getting along but he was really just a pussy."

"He wasn't exactly a pussy," Frisky said now defending John. "He was submissive."

"He was a pussy, Frisky! John was a pussy. And everyone knows it."

Frisky considered that in some situations his submissive nature may have made some consider him a pussy.

"Is there a single person out there that would come and rescue John, held captive and treated and used like a dog/slave?" Valerie piled on. "Not even John's girlfriend respects him enough to drive ten hours to rescue him."

"No, it's just a bad set of..."

Valerie reached out and ran her fingers along the side of Frisky's face. "He was a pussy," she interrupted. "Frisky is submissive. John," she said with absolute certainty, "was a pussy."

Perhaps in the grand scheme of things maybe John was a pussy. Real men weren't supposed to be submissive.

"Are you a pussy, Frisky?"

"No, I'm... I'm submissive."

"That's right, dog/slave's are naturally submissive animals. It's okay. But John was a pussy," she said emphasizing the last word with disgust. "So where is John now?"

Frisky felt the weight of John on his shoulders. "He... He's...."

Valerie took her hand from Frisky's face. "Nobody would blame John if he went away and curled up and died. Nobody would miss him," Valerie said. "And you know it. What else do you hate about John?"

It didn't take long for Frisky to say, "He couldn't fit in with other people."

Valerie pulled a short, rolling seat from the wall, pulled out the three keys in her shorts, and sat down facing Frisky. "Nope, he couldn't" she agreed with Frisky, "John was just too weird. Nobody liked him." She reached down with both hands and nimbly unlocked the chastity sheath padlock. Once the lock slipped out the cage fell away from the ring around his scrotum and dangled on Frisky's half erection. She took it off gently returning her long fingers to circling his penis head. "Why does everyone hate John?"

"He tried so hard to be liked," Frisky said with water building in his bottom eye lid. "He helped people and sacrificed for people."

"Did he? Or was he just a pussy being pushed around and used by everyone?" Valerie's index finger ran down his extending shaft and then back up. "John knew everyone was laughing at him behind his back. Didn't he?"

"Yes," Frisky said lowering his head letting a tear drop fall from his eye. "Nobody understood him."

"You're too nice to John, Frisky," Valerie said toying with his bobbing erection. "There was nothing to understand about John other than he was a weirdo freak that creeped women out."

It was true. Once a woman caught John's submissive vibe she couldn't get away from him fast enough. Most women wanted a real man.

"You've tasted more women, Frisky, in two weeks than John ever even dated in his whole life."

Another tear splattered on the concrete floor.

"Could John have ever imagined that his girlfriend's sister would ever touch his cock?" she said giving his hard penis a couple of firm strokes with her hand.

"No."

"No. That's because I wouldn't," she said. "Ever." Up and down her palm and fingers encased his swollen shaft. "John could never hope to feel this."

Frisky looked up meeting Valerie's brown eyes. No makeup, no false lashes, hair pinned back in a pony tail, just plain, old Ashley's sister Valerie. Beautiful, married, a mother, and unattainable.

"Aren't you glad you aren't John?"

Valerie continued to softly stroke until Frisky's hips began to sway in time.

"Yes," he said, his eyes lustfully looking over the woman before him.

"John was a loser, wasn't he?

"Yes."

"Yes, what, Frisky?"

"Yes, Mrs. Hagan."

Pumping her fist up and down with an ever tightening grip, Mrs. Hagan smiled with her white teeth gleaming. "Such a good boy. Tell me John was a loser."

"John was a loser."

"Hmmmmm," Valerie purred and cocked her head. Her eyes curiously looked him over. His mind was gone, eyes glazed over. Most men were easy, simple. But Frisky here had the disadvantage of being unusually submissive. He had a divided brain which was eternally exhausted from the battle between demands of a human life and his natural dog/slave instincts. He was lost, confused and wore down. She had him under complete control. Much of his self identity was now up for grabs.

This was uncharted territory for Valerie. Moving forward might tip the scales and maybe change his life forever. She bit her bottom lip. At this moment she really did have the power of God over Frisky. It was a thrill she had never experienced before and wondered if she should feel guilty about taking it this far.

"Are you sure you're not John?" slowing down her ministrations with her hand.

"Yes..." he said almost adamantly. "Yes, i am."

"You wouldn't lie to Mrs. Hagan, would you?"

He shook his head side to side, rocking his upper body up and down from his hips. "No."

"Promise me John will never come back."