A Dog/slave Weeend

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The bed rocked back and forth as Valerie bounced up and down on her husband.

Valerie threw her head back, her hair a glowing, blazing, auburn flame tracing behind. Her fingers pinched and kneaded at his nipples as he thrust upward driving himself deeper and deeper into her.

Randy yelled in the sudden, overpowering intense feeling or orgasmic ecstasy. Valerie cupped her hand over his mouth so as not to wake the children. Their bodies swayed with each other like two dancers moved by the music.

On the floor beside the shaking bed sat Frisky, completely helpless to leave, participate or even pleasure himself at the sight. He was trapped. A prisoner in the bedroom of Mr. and Mrs. Hagan.

The chastity sheath held firm breaking the will of his arousal and forcing it into subjugation under the constraining metal his owner so happily locked on him.

Randy's climax lasted for a long time. Just when Frisky thought he was done he'd lunge deeper and harder into his wife and she pushed down harder than before. His muffled cries of pleasure escaped from under Valerie's palm over his mouth.

And then it was done. The rocking and rolling and music they were dancing to came to an end. Valerie removed her hand from Randy's mouth as he gulped in air to get his breath back. Valerie herself was out of breath. She combed her hair back with her fingernails. Moans of pleasure and grunts of exhaustion were exchanged between the two people as if carrying on a conversation.

Valerie looked over and down at Frisky while contemplating her next move. With Randy still chained to the bed, and Frisky chained down on all fours, she was technically still in charge.

She dismounted Randy and reached for his briefs to use as a rag to stop the seeping ejaculate. Even after giving birth to two children Valerie's body was still toned and nimble as she laid herself down beside Randy resting her head on his restrained right arm.

After several more heavy breaths Randy finally said, "Untie me now."

"Shhhh," Valerie hissed. "I'm thinking."

"What's to think about?"

She answered with silence.

Randy sniffled, turned his head and closed his eyes resigned to let his wife work out whatever it was on her mind.

Frisky shifted his sitting position rattling the chains slightly. Valerie turned her head toward him to look him over.

She would never have this chance again. Once she untied Randy she would cease to be the physically dominant one in the situation. At this point he could yell and try to stop her, but she could easily ignore his pleas.

As much as she wanted to finish off with having Frisky clean her up orally, it would be too much. To his credit, Randy has been real accommodating for the most part after finding out about Frisky. Even up to this moment which was a sexual peak for both of them. She wanted to end on a mutual high.

So she reluctantly cleaned herself with the boxer shorts, untied Randy who was well deep into sleep, shut off the lights and covered herself up for the night.

"Good night, Frisky," she whispered rewarding his diligent loyalty sitting on the floor near her bed.

The new day started with the bright morning sun streaming through the windows and a soft knock on the door. The result was Valerie saying, "Oh, shit," and her feet stepping from the bed right down where Frisky had slept. "In the bathroom, Frisky. Go!"

While throwing her nighty on around her shoulders she grimaced at the sound the chains' metallic rattle as Frisky crawled to the bathroom.

"Just a moment, honey," she said.

Randy stirred and opened his eyes to see what the light shifts and commotion was about. Valerie threw a pair of clean boxers from the dresser drawer at Randy as she unlocked the bedroom door.

"Getting hungry, baby?" she said to the murmuring voice on the other side of the half opened door. "Okay. Okay. Mommy will be out in a few minutes to cook breakfast. Be quiet so daddy can sleep in. Okay?" The door shut and was re-locked.

Walking past the bed to the bathroom Valerie said in a lower voice, "We've got to get Frisky back out in the kennel."

Smacking his dry lips Randy said, "Ashley comes today, right?"

Frisky moved aside in the bathroom so that Valerie could lean against the counter and look in the mirror at herself. "Supposed to," she said back to Randy. "Maybe. Who knows?"

The frustration in her voice either came from worrying about getting Frisky outside unseen, or the exasperation she felt of dealing with her sister her whole life. Or both.

"Let's just go to breakfast," Randy said from the bedroom.

Valerie became more annoyed at his comment and shook her head as she poured pills into her palm above Frisky, spilling them back into the prescription medicine bottle to save just one. "I'm going to shower," she said loud enough her voice would carry around the corner of the doorway. "Why don't you get dressed and take Frisky back outside."

Randy grumbled and moaned in the bedroom. Valerie dropped her nighty to the ground next to Frisky, picked up the pink material and rolled it into a ball, set it on the bathroom counter and stepped into the shower.

Randy stepped in wearing his jeans and pulling down his T-shirt. He grabbed the pink night gown off of the counter and looked at the shower door where Valerie's distorted and dark silhouette could bee seen through the mosaic glass door.

"Jesus, Valerie!" he gruffly said. "You just undress in front of John now?"

Frisky flinched feeling a cold shiver run up his back.

"You didn't complain last night," Valerie said as water splashed in the shower.

"That was different. I was tipsy and tied up."

"And a horn-dog."

He looked down at Frisky. "Well, that beats being a dog/slave."

"Keep it up and I'll have to lock you in a chastity sheath, too."

"Keeping it up is your specialty." Randy turned and walked out of the bathroom. "Come on, Joh... Come on, Frisky."

The dog/slave followed closely behind understanding that he was going back home to the kennel. At least outside he would be able to relieve his morning bladder. If only these humans could understand the delays in accommodating his needs was sometimes painful.

The french doors unlocked, Randy's legs led the way outside and toward the path to the kennel. Frisky was on his tail following the sound of flip-flops.

"Well, it's been fun, Frisky," Randy said strolling along past the pool to the gravel covered path that disappeared into he wild growth of the vegetation. "But today you go back." Small puddles of rain water remained on the concrete patio and the grass had a good, healthy, green glow from the added nitrogen.

Randy turned up the path talking to the dog/slave right behind him, his flip-flops crunched the gravel all of the way to the kennel. "I honestly don't know how I'm going to tell Tom today at the course that it wasn't me in the backseat when Valerie got pulled over." He opened the gate to the cage as he turned around to let Frisky in, prepared to shut it and go back in the house. "I suppose I'll just have to tell him the truth."

Looking down, Frisky was gone.