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Frisky looked back at the rushing water out of the spout, an ease of contentment glimmering in his eyes at Valerie's words. "I'll make it right," she repeated. To herself she added, 'somehow.'
How did she get herself into these things. She already had two children that needed her, a husband who couldn't find a meal in a packed refrigerator to save his life, and now a submissive dog/slave reliant on her for... well... everything.
From a cupboard under the sink she pulled out a blue washcloth and tossed it in the bath water. "You remember how to scrub yourself clean, Frisky?"
Valerie wanted to leave and talk to her sister in the kitchen, but she didn't dare leave with the water running. She wasn't exactly sure where Frisky's dog/slave head was at and couldn't be trusted to shut it off when the tub was full. For all Valerie knew, unsupervised he might jump out and make a mess of everything.
Taking half a chance she left the bathroom to the master bedroom door. She opened it and saw her sister sitting at the bar with a drink. "Do you want to come and help scrub Frisky clean or do you want me to?"
Frisky could hear Ashley laugh at the question. What she said after was a muffled statement. Without saying anything else Valerie shut the bedroom door and returned to the bathroom.
Ice clanged on the side of a glass just outside the bathroom door. Ashley had come into the bedroom. "Oh, why not? Seeing as he's my boyfriend and all...." She stepped back in the bathroom carrying a glass with a dark liquid swirling on the inside.
"I see you found the expensive stuff," Valerie said.
"Yeah. Why not?" Ashley put the drink down on the counter choosing not to elaborate further so as not to exasperate the issues. Ashley sat down on the side of the tub while reaching over and shutting off the water flow.
The sudden silence was Valerie's cue to step out and leave them alone. "That looks good. I'll step out and pour myself a drink."
The water sloshed around Frisky's belly and knees. "This is going to take some scrubbing," Ashley said taking the washcloth from Frisky. She began on his head and behind his ears.
"So... Are you going to even talk to me or did she have your tongue cut out, too?" she asked.
Frisky didn't know what to talk about saying nothing, only wishing that this bath thing was over.
"If you're not going to talk to me I may as well go home. Just leave you here at my sister's family's mercy and let her figure out what to do with you."
Something clicked inside Frisky. If nothing else, Valerie had made it a point that she couldn't keep him. In some remote part of his brain he knew why, but did not understand it. Now, without Ashley, he would be homeless. "No," he said.
"So it does speak. Are you changing your name to Frisky?" Ashley soaped up his head and neck, even the leather collar and padlock. She went to work with the washcloth yet again.
"It already is." Frisky struggled to keep his head upright from the force of Ashley's hand washing him down.
"I can deal with that. But I'll just call you Frisk, if that's alright."
Frisky was silent allowing the woman to run the washcloth over his back and chest.
In a quieter voice she asked, "What did she do to you?"
Frisky looked down in the soapy water at his imprisoned cock. It began to strain against it's metal confines. "She finished out our dog/slave weekend."
"I don't understand, Joh... Frisk. Frisky. Frisk," she said. "Was that a good thing?"
"Yes."
"You know it's just a fantasy. Right?"
The only sound was the dripping from the washcloth into the ever increasing dirty bath water.
"You can't live like a dog," Ashley said. "I can't afford it like Valerie can. It's a game for rich people."
"Not dog," he said. "Dog/slave."
