A Dog/slave Weeend

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In all honesty, Frisky refused to go down a path of negative thought. The pain, the humiliation and the dehumanization of the last two weeks did not compare to the same treatment he's received over his lifetime of being different from those around him. Life had been a mitigated disaster for him enduring undeserved scrutiny and ostracized from every side. Although most of it was self induced Frisky had no idea how to stop it.

At least here, under Valerie's thumb, he felt accepted. Recognized for what he was for once in his life. No other demands were made of him. None. If anything, the pain from the beatings, especially the last one, only re-enforced his station in life.

Fingers still randomly fluttering like a butterfly about his neck and ear as her hand hung over his far side, she said, "You are hopeless. You know..?"

It wasn't a laugh, but a cough. Or perhaps it was a chuckle disguised as a cough. But Frisky had finally shown some sign of life and cognition.

Valerie laughed too just as a piano melody began playing. It was the ring tone of her cell phone. Reaching in her green sweater's left hand pocket the noise blared when she pulled it out.

"Hello?"

"Did you find your guest?" Randy said over the speaker phone.

"I did," she said happily.

"Where was he?"

"Out there. I dunno. I just waited until he came home."

"That was taking a chance."

"Not really. I know how dogs are."

"Okay. Not going to go there with you again."

"Smart."

"No, honey," Randy's voice said to someone unseen. "Eat your food, then you can color."

"How's breakfast without mommy?"

"The last one. What time does Ashley get here?"

"Dunno. She's on the road. It'll be awhile."

"What are you going to do with John until then?"

There was a physical recoil under Valerie's right arm and hand. She paused whispering her fingertips over its ear and neck. Smiling to herself she then continued to sooth the animal with her touch.

"Frisky? Put it back where we've been keeping it."

"Well, have it in there in half an hour. Do you want me to bring you something?"

"Their yummy omelet! Ham," she smiled.

"Ham omelet it is." They said their quick 'I love you's' and 'bye's' and Valerie disconnected the call with her thumb and buried the phone back into the safety of her pocket.

She sat with her pet for another ten minutes. She had time. And she wanted to make sure her dog/slave was okay. The aloe-vera cream both evaporating and disappearing into Frisky's skin was doing its job. Valerie was satisfied that his mental state was where she wanted it as it had stolen a glance at her when it was slowly sitting up.

She must look a sight. Frisky was only used to seeing her fairly made up, or naked. Deep down she vainly hoped her disheveled self hadn't ruined his fantasies about her. She ran her hand up over her red strands of hair hanging around her face and brushed them all back with her fingernails.

"Okay, boy, we need to get you dressed and put away," Valerie said getting to her feet and grabbing the old, ratty shorts from the chair. "Up, puppy. Get up," she ordered.

Frisky stirred from his spot and allowed himself to be dressed. The shorts pulled up over his legs and the chains that kept him on all fours.

"Hmmm..." Valerie's fingers played with the elastic waist band. "These have about had it. Ashley said she was bringing you human clothes to wear home."

Frisky followed at the slap of her thigh. "Come on, boy," she said leading the way up the path to the kennel. He drug the chains over the gravel, his feet lifting his hind quarters up so as not to scrape up his knees.

Into the cage he went and Valerie slowly closed the gate. No lock this time. Frisky turned and sat looking out the chain link at the woman.

"I don't think you're going to be running away now," she said. "Are you?"

Frisky didn't answer as he was enamored with her natural beauty. No fancy clothes. No makeup. No hair sculpting. Just a pretty girl with damp hair, glasses making her look adorably geeky, and a smattering of freckles under her eyes meeting at the bridge of her nose. To himself he swore he would never leave her, at least not willingly.

She smiled down at him and she seemed reluctant to leave, but did with her head down watching where she was stepping.

Then he was alone. Alone with his lust, his desire, his love, his inability to be a man. It was a steamrolling of his emotions solidifying further his low, inferior existence. Chains, no chains, he was at the mercy of the superior being around him. The dull throb on his ass cheeks was a reminder of her love for him. She didn't want him running away. She didn't want him lost. Maybe it wasn't love on her part, but perhaps acceptance and understanding which was a scarcity in his life.

The barren ground in the cage still showed signs of rain. His dog bowl was awaiting with breakfast. The water bowl full. With the knowledge with his full day's agenda he attacked the food bowl first.

It wasn't long until he heard a vehicle pull in. Car doors opened and closed, voices young and mature wafted unintentionally up the path. The other dogs took notice too, as they always did awaiting human interaction. Very seldom did ever any come.

Naps and daydreams filled Frisky's day turning to evening. It was Randy who pushed the feeding cart this time.

The other dogs bounced around as they waited and watched their food prepared just for them. Then Randy rolled the cart up to the last cage on the other side of the kennel. Frisky's cage. "There's the runaway dog/slave. Not even a lock on it's cage anymore."

Randy expected no interaction with John. Frisky. Whatever. Frisky's dog bowl was filled up from styrofoam containers leftovers from their breakfast outing. "You know..?" he said to no one in particular. "I don't think we've ever brought home so many doggie bags as we have over the last two weeks."

The other dogs had wolfed down their food so Randy stepped back to open their cage gates and let them run down to the house for a visit. Turning his attention back to Frisky he laid the dog food bowl back on the ground where he found it. But Frisky hesitated for the moment as Randy stood there.

"Valerie almost made you skip dinner until later," he said. "It seems Ashley had ideas of the four of us going out to dinner when she gets here. She can't even afford to come pick you up so I guess she was thinking it would be my and Valerie's treat."

Frisky sat and tilted his head slightly. Randy's words had meaning, forming pictures and conveying intangible ideas, but Frisky's brain filtered most of it out only picking out the emotional inflection.

"To my wife's credit she talked her out of it saying that taking you out to a public restaurant probably wasn't a good idea right now," Randy continued with a laugh. "I damn well guarantee I wouldn't sit at the same table as you."

A put down. A normal occurrence in Frisky's life.

"You know? I just don't get you." Randy folded his arms and leaned against the metal poll holding the chain link of the kennel up. "Have you ever just considered growing up?"

Fisky again said nothing, but eyed the cold, aging cafe food in his bowl.

"Val said that it's not a choice for you, that you're wired different. She said that you were fucked in life before you even started," Randy said inquisitively. "I've known some strange characters with some strange ideas, but you are really something. Don't you have the drive to go out and produce to attract a mate? Someone to build a home with and create a family?"

Sitting on the ground, chained down on all fours, mitts and a dog collar, Frisky looked back at him not understanding what he was talking about.

"No. Guess not," Randy sighed as he unfolded his arms and shut the gate. After finishing his turn to feed the dogs on a Saturday night and pushing the cart back down the trail, Frisky only saw Randy one more time when he came to put the other dogs away for the evening.

The sun was gone. Twilight took over.

That's when he heard another car pull into their private driveway.

Ashley...