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"No, no..." Ashley said bringing herself to action. She twisted sideways to use the glow from the flashlight Valerie held to find the first key. "Ankles," she said to herself pinching one key between thumb and forefinger. She stepped back to the center of the cage, knelt down once again and began to fumble with the large padlocks keeping the ankle shackles closed about Frisky's lower leg.
The left shackle fell aside when Ashley looked up. "Why does it feel like I'm breaking some religious taboo here, or something..? This is not how I thought this was going to go at all."
Of course Frisky didn't way a word and Valerie held the light on his right leg, remaining silent.
Ashley shook her head slightly then returnied her attention to unlocking the right shackle. She stood back up cupping her hands under Frisky's front legs. "Come on. I'll help you up."
With her help, Frisky got his right foot under him, was able to rise until his left foot balanced him and he rose to his full height. The cage suddenly seemed smaller. The chain link walls that seemed so confining before he could look over now. Ashley and Valerie no longer resembled all powerful giants towering above him as he had to look down to see them.
The flashlight waved about in the direction of the house. "That's good. Let's get it in the house. Unlock the rest there."
Ashley guided Frisky out of the kennel to follow Valerie. The flashlight lit the path up ahead of them. Shackles and chains hung just below Frisky's knees, dangling from side to side as he walked, the weight of such tugging at his scrotum.
He was guided by Ashley who gripped his left arm like vice not letting go for a second.
"I had Randy take the kids upstairs to watch a movie. We'll go in the french doors to the master bedroom," Valerie said along the way. "Unlock him there."
Finally inside, Frisky was blinded by the interior lighting but encouraged to go into the bathroom. There he was sat down on the toilet like a good boy.
Ashley's fingers played with the few keys she held, settling on one. "I can't remember. Let's see which locks this one opens." Surprisingly it opened the first lock. Not the second or third, but the forth as well. "Two down, two to go," she said shuffling the keys in her fingers like tiny playing cards. The two other locks snapped open with the key.
This left the collar.
With eyes adjusting to the lighting Frisky took another look at Ashley. In addition to her jeans and gray tennis shoes, she wore a blue tank top for the comfort of driving a long distance. Straight brown hair hung past her shoulders. Hazel eyes perfectly imbedded in her round face, dimples in her cheeks on display with the proper facial expressions. She had hands of a working woman, slender fingers and nails just long enough to not get in the way.
Opening the mitts now, Frisky's skin around the wrists were caked in dirt, imbedded in the pores as black specks. His hands experimented with fully extending his fingers for the first time in two weeks. Fingernails as long as Ashley's were black from dirt packed underneath.
Valerie stepped into the bathroom doorway to see the unveiling of Frisky as a human. Her hands were idly tucked into the front pockets of her brown, khaki pants. The waist high pleated folds remainded unfazed by the bulk of her hands. A brown belt kept the white shirt she wore tucked in. The long. white sleeves were rolled halfway up her forearm ready for the work to be done. Valerie's hair looked thicker than ever, combed back over the invisible line that represented her natural part.
Frisky wasn't sure if Valerie had done herself up like this to compete with Ashley, or to keep him mentally enslaved as her dog/slave. Or maybe she intended to dress like this on a Saturday night and her drop-dead, gorgeous looks were just a coincidence.
"Are you going to be alright if I take your collar off?" Ashley asked. "You seem kind'a..." she hesitated for a better word, then said, "spacey," in observance of his mental state.
"I'd leave it," Valerie piped up.
"You would, huh? Like you left him chained down for two weeks?"
Valerie let it go without a response, knowing what was still to come.
"Stand up," Ashley said to Frisky, "Let's get these chains around your balls off."
Frisky did as he was told and stood. Ashley poked her fingers into Frisky's dirty shorts, hesitating to look at Valerie to leave.
Her sister simply pulled her hands out of her pockets and folded her arms with a stern face. "Two weeks, " she said. "I've seen it all."
Ashley wasn't sure what she was worried about and whisked the soiled shorts down about his legs.
"What the hell is this?" she exclaimed at the sight of the chrome finished, stainless steel chastity device in front of her.
"It's a chastity sheath. Cage. Belt. Whatever," Valerie shrugged, tapping her long fingers against her other forearm.
"I can see what it is! Why is it here?"
"Well, Randy didn't know Frisky. Who it was," Valerie defended herself. "I mean, chained down on all fours, a collar... You've got to admit it's a little strange and he didn't want his wife or family to take any risks."
"You've got to be kidding me," Ashley said putting her palm to her forehead. "I mean, this is John we're talking about. The Clark Kent of seduction."
Frisky closed his eyes and gritted his teeth at the sound of this human name.
