A Dog/slave Weeend

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"What the hell? No!" Randy blurted out in desperation. The bonds around his wrists and ankles held firm to his increasing pull on them.

Frisky stood on all fours and hobbled over to the side of the bed where he sat up and placed his front paws up on the sheet and blanket.

"What's the matter, honey?" Valerie teased.

Randy thrashed around in the bed wrenching at the restraints keeping him spread eagle. The mattress shook forcing Valerie to put one foot on the the floor next to Frisky to stabilize herself.

"You're taking this too far and pissing me off!" Randy shouted at her.

"Come on, Frisky. Come on" she encouraged the dog/slave, her palm slapping the bed. "You can do it."

Frisky got his paws all the way up but could not hold onto anything to pull himself further. His hind legs rose trying to find purchase on the blanket to hoist himself up.

The bed rattled again and again as Randy wrestled against the bonds making it difficult for Frisky to get any further than he was. Valerie kept her foot on the floor so as not to fall over from the turmoil.

Frisky kept trying and trying to get himself up and onto the mattress as his owner wished.

She had now laid back down by her husband face to face. Her long fingernail drawing an invisible line down the center of his face. "We'll just wait and see if the dog/slave can get his way up here. Shall we?"

"No! Absolutely not," Randy said. "Untie me."

She grabbed his manhood again and stroked it back to it's full size. By her actions denying his demands made her gush once again wetting her thighs.

Much calmer and realizing he had lost his wife to her control issues he said, "I didn't know John was gay."

"There is no John," she corrected. "And it's as gay as you are. Farthest from," she said pounding her fist up and down making Randy's thighs bounce involuntarily. "That's what makes it fun."

Stopping her rhythmic encouragement to stay erect, she swung her legs over to the side of the bed and folded her hands on her lap. "Besides, gay or not, I can make it do anything." She continued watching Frisky writhe and try to get up on the bed.

"God, Valerie, don't even talk like that."

"What's wrong? Afraid you might like it?"

"No," Randy said laying still now. "I've been cool about this. At least I think I have. But you're not going to draw me into your dog/slave games."

"I already have, dear."

"Valerie, this is wrong."

"I've done nothing wrong. We've done nothing wrong," Valerie assured her husband as she stood up and she brushed her hair back with her fingers. "Do you really think that I'd make it suck your cock if you didn't want it to?"

"At this point, yes," he said. "Now untie me."

"Even before your big climax?"

"Yes."

"What if I don't want to?"

"I knew there was a change in you over the last two weeks, honey," the man spread eagle on the bed said, "but you've taken this too far."

"Or maybe not far enough. Everything is relative," Valerie mused as she watched Frisky the dog/slave still fumbling about chained down on all fours to get on the bed as she ordered. She expertly snapped her fingers and said, "That's enough, Frisky. Stop. Stay off the bed, boy."

Frisky stopped because she said to and knew no other course of action to take so he sat back down while looking up adoringly at his beautiful, nude owner awaiting whatever comes next.

Valerie laughed at its helpless, expectant expression. She folded her arms around her midsection and stuck her thumbnail in between the narrow gap in her bottom, front teeth and smiled looking back at Randy. "Bare with me, baby," she said to Randy as she sat back down on her side of the bed.

She snapped her fingers with three loud, excited clicks and opened her legs. "Come, Frisky." Her fingers waved him to her. He sat down between her knees. She leaned forward and cupped his face. "Now Frisky? You would suck a cock if I told you to, wouldn't you?"

Frisky remained silent and still, only his eyes looking away.

"Frisky. Use your words. You would suck a cock if I told you to. Wouldn't you?"

Again Frisky remained silent, unsure of how to answer. He wasn't gay.

"Frisky! You bad dog," Valerie's voice grew stern. "Answer me."

"N... N..." he stammered. "I'd rather not."

"You'd rather not," she mockingly repeated. She unclasped her hands delicately holding his face and slapped his cheek with her swinging right hand. Frisky fell over from the blow. "I didn't ask you if you wanted to or not."

She reached down and grabbed the leash still attached to Frisky's collar. Standing up she choked up on the chain by wrapping it around her palm a few times giving her a firm grip. Then she grabbed the belt from the chair and folded it once again in half.

Frisky's head ducked wishing he hadn't said a thing to her. It didn't matter as Valerie once again found that spot on his neck with her left foot. This time she pushed his head down he turned it in the other direction away from her. She scooted her foot on top of his head and right ear.

She jerked the leash up and swung the belt down on his bare bottom. The red lines from the beating before began to fade being replaced by this new one. "I promised you that I would drive John out of you." Another slap of the belt. "And I will."

Facing the french doors he could see her and his reflection in the glass. He knew it was coming again when she plastered his flesh with another stinging smack.

"I don't give a fuck if John isn't gay. This isn't about John! He's gone. Gone forever. This is about Frisky the dog/slave. You!" She laid down another red stripe across his ass. "Speak your words, Frisky. Tell me you're nothing but a dog/slave."

"I'm nothing but a dog/slave," Frisky said from the carpet below Valerie.

"That's right. And dog/slaves don't choose to be gay or not! Understand?"

"Yes, Ma'am. I understand."

"Not good enough, dog!" Valerie belted him one more time across the small of his back making him flinch forward under the weight of her foot. "John was a stupid, confused man who had choices to make. He's gone. Never coming back. Ever. You don't have choices to make. You obey!"

"I..." Frisky exhaled, "obey."

"Where is John?"

"Gone."

"Promise me again that John is dead."

"He's dead," Frisky winced under her weight as the sole of her foot folded his ear lobe in half. "John is dead."

"That's a good dog, Frisky. But still not good enough!"

She gave him several smacks with the belt all in a row.

Still not good enough. Frisky's mind raced to find a solution to her problem as the pain needled it's way deeper into his flesh.

"Dog/slave's like you have no choice. You will suck whatever I put in your mouth! You will suck whatever I tell you to."

Whap!

"Understand?" she asked.

"Yes..."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes ma'am, I understand."

It was at that moment Valerie caught her breath both physically and emotionally. Gone too far? Randy had said she was going too far. Now she questioned herself. What if he was right? As intoxicating as the power over Frisky was, she knew she would have to return him to Ashley tomorrow. As is. What if Ashley couldn't handle the changes she had made to her boyfriend? And what had she been putting Randy through? Her own issues inflamed their bedroom as she made him watch his naked wife beat on a helpless dog/slave.

Valerie turned to check on Randy who she left bound to the bed. His dick was standing at full mast with precum flowing down accumulating in a puddle in his pubic hair. It was apparent he was stimulated by the scene unfolding before him.

Fuck it.

She turned her attention back to the groveling mess of flesh beneath her feet. "What do you understand? Explain it to me!"

In Frisky's mental fog of being high he remained silent.

Whap, whap, whap, whap.

Whap!

"Use your words, dog/slave. Tell me what you understand."

"I will suck whatever you tell me to suck."

Frisky looked at himself in the glass of the french dorrs, his face contorted under her foot, unrecognizable. That image in front of him was Frisky. Frisky the dog/slave. He was Frisky.

Through the movement of her foot on his neck, head and ear he felt her swing the belt again and his ass cheeks absorbed the momentum of it in a stinging rebuke to his faulty answer.

"You will suck whatever I put in your mouth!" she repeated.

"I will..." he swallowed his own spit, "suck whatever you put in my mouth."

"You will suck whatever cock you are told to suck."

"I will. I will suck whatever cock you tell me to."

"Good dog," she said as she satisfyingly dropped the leash and the belt at the same time. She climbed back on her bed and straddled Randy's hips.

Frisky rose his head enough to witness her shapely body lower itself gracefully as an angel fluttering down to earth, slowly and pleasantly onto his throbbing dick. Both humans moaned in delight.