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With only a slight twist in the bark, the stick Valerie held in her hand was relatively straight for a naturally occurring structure. With both hands she gave it a healthy bend in the middle demonstrating to herself its still flexible qualities. All simple reasons why she picked it up for a predetermined purpose.
"You ran away," she said. "What was going through your dog/slave mind with your limited capacity to process human emotions, I don't know." Valerie took one step forward toward Frisky and swung the stick through the air with a hiss. "You were upset? Scared? You smell a bitch in heat? I. Don't. Care."
Dragging the slack of the chain leash with him he reluctantly shuffled his way to the deck table, even though he knew he shouldn't.
Valerie followed and slammed the stick down on the metal table with a loud, threatening snap emitting an ominous clang of a broken bell. "Don't run from me, dog. It just makes it worse for you."
Immediately Frisky regretted following his instincts. Trying to run from an owner who has complete authority over every breath he took was not the smartest of moves. Without thought and following where his animal instincts led was something Frisky wrestled with his whole life as a human. But, it was either that, or complete inaction on his part.
Faking equality with those around him always led to his suffering in situations his dog/slave brain was not built to deal with. In most areas of competition Frisky would always come in last. If at any point in life he had ever felt that he had control it was short lived and just an illusion, a misrepresentation on his part while others still controlled everything around him. It was a fact of life that he belonged at the feet of those able to think and self determine like a real person.
A black tennis shoe casually laid down its dirty, white sole on the chain leash pinning it between Valerie's weight and the concrete. "What's the matter, puppy dog? Can't run any further?"
The heel of the other black tennis shoe came down on the chain leash in front of the other. Like walking a chock line Valerie took one step after the other, her foot pinning the chain down until her last step was directly beneath Frisky's nose. The tip of the left, tennis shoe under his chin pulled Frisky's head down by the leash removing all slack in it. With no wiggle room he couldn't fight Valerie's weight if he wanted to until his eyes were staring at the green shoe laces. His face was pinned to the ground.
The scent of strawberry filled his nostrils from the bare skin of Valerie's freshly washed ankles triggering him further into sub-space.
Valerie dtug the deck chair over the concrete patio until it was arranged behind her. "Well, if anything over the last two weeks we've all seen that you're not a real person at all," she said sitting down careful to keep her left foot on the leash under Frisky's face. "I'm sure it comes as no surprise to you. You've known it your whole life."
Frisky gulped awaiting whatever his owner felt he deserved, his back bare and exposed to her mercies and her wrath.
"It's really not your fault you were born a dog/slave or not having the mental skills to share equal status with us real people," Valerie said as a matter of fact keeping the mockery to a low level.. "Randy is your superior. He is my representative as your owner to take you back to your cage. Running away from him is the same as running away from me."
There was a quick, sudden whistle behind him and a sudden, sharp sting across his butt cheeks. "Ahhhh," Frisky yelled around the ball gag and swayed forward instinctively escaping the cause of the pain closing the small gap between his lips and Valerie's black shoes.
"You are my property. I will not stand for my property to think it can wander off uncontrolled." Another slice cut through the air ending in a narrow smack on the flesh of the dog/slave close to where the last one landed.
"Frisky! Do I have your full attention?"
He could hear his own breath accentuated in the close quarters of the cement and the shoe. Spittle ran down Valerie's shoe mixed with a tear that squirt out of the corner of his eye. The belt had hurt, but this was a whole new level of reprimanding.
"Heshh!" he said between heavy breaths, the ball gag stifling his message.
"You are property! You understand that, right?"
"H-- Heshh!"
Her foot on the leash wobbled a little and her knee brushed his head as she bent down low over him. The strawberry smell mixed well with the damp strands of auburn hair that fell across his head and cheeks.
