A Dog/slave Weeend

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The story is finished at 78 chapters. i feel you have the right to know where you are in the story. If that is too many chapters, thank you so much for reading up to this point. i cannot answer for the delays in publication as i submit the next chapter the day after the last was published.

The short chapters were intentional from the start as an experiment, and i continued in that vein when i resumed writing. It is written for a select group of people who know who they are.

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53

His mind was blank, and he wasn't sure what to fill it with as he lay peacefully in the waving shade of the wind swept trees. The breeze was neither hot nor cold making for a carefree day for Frisky. In fact he had spent most of the afternoon sleeping off his huge helping of orgasmic delight.

He looked over at the other two dogs across the path in the first cages of the kennel and pondered life without the pain of ruminating negative thoughts. Today was all that mattered. As was his next meal. And his pack which included his owner who had helped him expunge the the guilt of being inadequate. It was an existence he could actually wrap his brain around unlike before with memories that were no longer his.

She wore a dark blue sleeveless top and distressed jeans when she let herself into Frisky's cage. Valerie knelt down and pet his head. Her auburn hair was bunched in the back with swirling locks swinging freely on each side of her face. It appeared she had undergone a full makeover of sorts since this morning as if she were expecting guests.

Her dark brown eyes intently searched inside his for something she wasn't sure she would recognize. Her eyes smiled first followed by her mouth. "You just keep that little doggie brain right there," she said tapping his nose with her finger. "Right where it's at."

She stood erect and pointed with one long finger made even longer by her fingernail down to her toes. "Lick my feet, Frisky."

Mindlessly without thinking he lowered his face to the waiting now unpolished toes. He laid the flat of his tongue on her flesh and traced it up her foot.

"You've lived your entire life on your knees," she said at the risk of upsetting the fine balance of his dog/slave mind she had carved into shape from his stubborn, confused spirit. "You don't know how to get on your feet. And never will. People around you have no idea how far down on your knees you are," she continued talking to herself mostly, justifying her actions. "I do. And I claim that power over you,"

He lapped at her toes and up her foot a second time. Then a third.

"I said feet. Not foot!"

He moved his head, tongue still out, to Valerie's left foot and worshiped it just as he did the right.

"That's enough, pet. Sit up."

He did.

In Valerie's left hand she produced the chastity sheath once again. The ring was still around Frisky's scrotum so all she had to do was slip it over his cock, thread the small post through the hole and lock it in place. Then she urged him to participate in pulling on his ratty, recently washed shorts. It would be better if she could bath Frisky one more time as well, but for these purposes it's probably better to leave some of the evidence of living on all fours in a dog kennel.

Letting herself out and shutting the cage gate she turned to look him over one more time. She nodded approvingly with a grimaced smile. "This is fine. This is good," she said to herself unsure if Frisky was even on the same plane to understand her.

Manuel made his way up the path making an appearance from behind the bushes and tree overgrowth with a bucket in one hand and manure shovel slung over his shoulder like a soldier marching into battle with his rifle. He reached for the gate to the first cage but Valerie stopped him.

"Let's start with the dog/slave first, Manuel," she said.

"Oh kay," he said turning toward the gate she stood in front of. Valerie opened the gate for him and Manuel entered stepping past Frisky. Swinging the shovel off of his shoulder he put the bucket down then began to work the flat shovel under the pile of Frisky's feces.

"Thank you, Manuel," Valerie said. "I know it's not shit day, but thank you for being so flexible with me."

"You're the boss," Manuel replied. "You say it's shit day, I clean up the shit."

Valerie giggled at Manuel's easy going nature. Or was she giggling at the fact that he was right?

Once the cage had been cleaned, the bucket got carried out to go into the next cage. But this cage Valerie hovered over until the gate was shut and she again padlocked it closed herself. She then turned to say 'hi' to the other dogs before leaving toward the house.

Manuel finished filling the bucket out of the cages, made sure the gates where shut then turned to Frisky.

"I smell sex in the shed. See the wet spots," he said. "I know it's not me."

Frisky looked at him, watched his lips move. He understood the words. Some mechanism in the back of his mind gave them meaning in the form of pictures, concepts, underlying connotations, and implications. His primary drive ignored them giving them no further relevance to his existence. So he just looked at Manuel, happy to see him.

"Let me guess, you know nothing about it. Eh..?" Manuel laughed as he started away. "You best be careful. Slavery is illegal but still practiced in every corner of the world. It comes in many forms I have seen." He stopped to consider it. "Even me," he said with a shrug of his shoulders. "She say it shit day, I clean the shit. I'm a slave to her money. But you..." he paused, his finger pointing at his chest. "You are a slave to things inside you you can't overcome. Truly a lost soul."

Frisky shifted on his hind legs.

"But now... But now you are found. Eh?," Manuel said resuming his journey back toward the house.

For the next few hours Frisky heard activity on occasion filter up the path through the foliage. Voices, car doors, laughing.

"Special day for the dogs!" Manuel sang later that day pushing his dog food feeding cart. Even it had been cleaned. Stopping at the first cage on the path Manuel spoke to the dog while dishing up its food. Finishing up he said, "Eat that and i got your surprise." he laughed. He did the same to the next cage. Then he came to Frisky's cage at the farthest end on the path.

"Well aren't you just the Hagan ladie's favorite, huh?" he said. "You get the left over rib meat from today's lunch." Manuel began to pry some dog food into Frisky's bowl, then started adding all of the extras he spoke of. "The Hagan lady treats us good. No? Me and Stella got to sit down to a glorious feast today of smoked ribs." He paused to look at Frisky with one eye. "Even got paid for it. Ha!"

Frisky understood but his filtering system had changed enough to only focus on words of relevance. It was Manuel's emotions Frisky picked up on and his enjoyment of being employed by Mrs. Hagan. She was a good woman. Someone who would go out of their way to make sure someone else had a better day. Her struggles with control issues were a different matter entirely. Frisky did realize he was mixed in between the two.

Manuel left just as he came tossing the rib bones into the other two dog's cages as he left. The rib meat tasted wonderful even cold, and Frisky made sure that was gone before he started into the regular dog food. He decided he was full enough and sat back to nap off his dinner.

By the time the sun had began its final descent toward the horizon Frisky heard voices again coming from the house. The voices were growing louder. Until finally he could make out at least one voice.

"Okay, okay," Valerie's voice came from just around the bend. "Stop," she said.

"What?" a male voice responded.

"I don't know if I want you to close your eyes or not for this."

"Why? What the hell?" It was Randy's voice. "Is it gross or something?"

Frisky had a sudden flood of anxiety. As dog-like as he was and felt, the part of him that suppressed and hid his dog/slave identity from the world began to panic.

"No, no," Valerie said. "It's not gross or anything."

"Then come on. Show me what you're going to show me."

Valerie made an audible sigh that carried her burden through the air. "Okay."

Their footsteps shifted the gravel under their feet. Frisky watched at the corner of the kennel for movement. There was no place to run, hide or conceal himself in his cage. As spacious as it was, he couldn't get far enough away to hide and the only thing in there was himself.

"Now you promised me you'd be calm," she said.

"This must be bad."

"Not necessarily. That'll be up to you."