Frisky raised his head to be sure he was heard for what it was worth and said, "Hunkohk"
With a swooping sound the switch impacted once again on Frisky's bare bottom. "You get this!" she said watching the dog/slave twist in unnatural ways in response to her wrath. Valerie brought the tree branch down again. She felt the weight of his forehead lay on her shoe exhausted, his breath quivering, his body shaking. Or perhaps worshiping her as a god. One more for good measure, she thought to herself enjoying the ease in which she could make this thing wish it had never been born.
"And my poor baby," Valerie cooed leaned forward, dropping her moist strands of hair again on Frisky's semi-bald head and pet it so gently, "will go with your Master, Ashley."
The rough fabric of the black tennis shoe and green laces embedded themselves into Frisky's forehead. His butt cheeks were inflamed with what felt like several dozen hot needles antagonizing every nerve end in his ass. His thoughts migrated from wondering why she was being so harsh with her pet dog to finding a mental safe space to endure whatever she had in mind for him. He couldn't escape the pain. If he could it would lead to more pain. Valerie owned him.
"What happens if you don't obey Ashley?"
He knew the answer but realized he couldn't express it in any meaningful way around the ball gag. Now Frisky knew better that to trust his own misleading thoughts borne of pure animal instinct. His superiors knew better than he did. It was futile to ever think that he was autonomously free to follow his own reasoning. His owners always knew what was best for him. As best he could he grunted "Ah-heek-na" around the ball gag to please his owners and masters. More spittle dripped down to the already soaked concrete.
Absolute control sparked a wave of pleasure resulting in further soaking of her yoga pants between her thighs. She grit her teeth. The swing of the stick was emphasized with a measly flick of her wrist making the dog/slave quiver and almost fall over. The dark desire smiled. So did Valerie.
Swapping the switch between hands, she reached down with her right and ran her palm over the rose red, almost illunimated stripes of her own making. Valerie had not seen such a lovely thing since that time the dark desire momentarily took what was to be a playful swat on Randy's bare butt and turned it into a significant slap. Of course Valerie apologized profusely really not meaning for it to be so hard. But she was quite pleased at the pink hand print that remained on his ass as he climbed out of the shower. It was a mark. Her mark. Randy was hers.
And so is this dog/slave in more ways than a mere marriage certificate or measly words of a wedding vow could ever match. Its mind was hers to toy with as she pleased. Its body bound to a helpless state of utter dependency on her. Its soul a flame she cupped ever so carefully in her hands, only to extinguish it to a smokey haze dissipating insignificantly into the air on a pointless whim that might cross her mind.
The welts created a three dimensional panorama from the top of the dog/slave ass to the bottom. Unevenly placed, she knew she could do better. And then there was the matter of the virgin flesh of the back of the animal. A landscape in need of design.
If only she could stand it up, quarter it into a proper canvas for her artistic skill. The dark desire knew there was so much more to be done with this thing yet so little precious time. Valerie's family would be home from lunch before anything meaningful could be accomplished. Valerie's sister was due in several hours to take charge of it, take it away from her even.
The dark desire felt someone or something should pay for that. Valerie felt she should make the dog/slave want to leave her. Hate her even. Make it easier to physically part ways. To meet both needs a decision was made.
Valerie returned the switch to her dominant hand. The dog/slave would pay for leaving her. The dog/slave would be permanently imprinted with the price of seeking freedom.
Like a chainsaw cutting through the air the long stick buzzed loudly on the down swing. The fine line of impact landed between the swollen mounds of previous blows. The creature lurched in the same direction.
"This," Valerie said, "is what happens if you disobey Ashley!"
Even though not braced for the next razor sharp jolt, it came. Frisky first felt a numbness fall over his mental awareness followed by his physical flesh turned into a war zone. Escape was impossible. The only means of survival was to embrace the pain. Such pain. How could anyone inflict so much pain on a fellow human being? Nobody could. Especially not sweet, pretty Valerie. It was because he wasn't a human being. He wasn't the same species as Valerie. Once again she confirmed his abject inferiority. He was a simple thing to her, an object not a person. She had ingrained that thought in him for the last two weeks. He belonged at the feet of his superiors. She had known all along. If Frisky was honest with himself, he knew it all along as well.
"You will obey my sister. Ashley is your master!"
Sub-human property that deserved another stinging pain for whatever his superior thinks he might do wrong received another lash across his rear end. The needled pain, hot and blistering, melted into the already existing agony.
"Obey Ashley or you will get this!" Valerie raised the weight of her arm holding the stick high in the air. This, she thought, will really get his attention.
Suddenly her wrist was shackled by a steel grip holding it in place.
"I think the little beast has had enough," he said.
