A Dog/slave Weeend

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"Or a slave, maybe?" Valerie said holding the drink as if she was about to finish it off. "I don't know, Ash. Just don't put expectations on it that it can't live up to. You'll both live miserable lives."

There was a knock on the master bedroom door.

"Oh, Randy..." Valerie surmised and gulped down her drink. On her way out of the bathroom she said, "You should drain that filthy water and rinse it off in the shower."

"I was going to," Ashley retorted.

"Good!"

Frisky could hear the faint voices from around the corner and through the wall. Randy asked something about the kennel. Valerie said something about 'in here' and a thank you honey.

Ashley had him stand up as the brown water trickled down the drain. When Valerie came back in Ashley pointed at the chrome chastity sheath hanging where Frisky's dick should be. "I need the key for that."

"Randy has it," Valerie said. "And speaking of, he put your bag in the guest room for you."

"I don't think that's necessary." Ashley watched the water level dropping noting the dirty ring left half way up the white, tub wall. "We should probably just go."

"And drive all night? I don't think so. You don't have the money for a motel room. Besides, I haven't given you gas money to get back yet. Maybe for the night I want to keep you a prisoner, too.."

Ashley twisted the tub faucet again forcing water out of the shower head. She quickly shut the shower door. "Not funny. Not now."

"Oh, come on. I promised the children breakfast with Aunt Ashley. The way I see it, you owe me."

Freshly cleaned, Ashley had retrieved Frisky's clothes from the guest room and dressed him. It went about as well as one would expect a dog to respond to being dressed in human clothes. He looked uncomfortable even in his own, well fitting clothes.

Nothing could be done about the chastity sheath as they still did not have the key, but the dog collar had to be removed before Frisky could be allowed out of the bedroom to face the evening with Valerie's family.

Frisky, uncomfortable in groups of people anyway, said next to nothing. Aunt Ashley did all of the talking for them. But it did remind him of proper social cues. He made minimal eye contact with everyone, and absolutely none with Randy. For all appearances however, it looked like he and Ashley had just arrived together.

Later, in the dark of the guest room at Ashley's urging and encouragement, Frisky laid down for the first time in two weeks on a nice, soft mattress. Laying to his left was the warm body of Ashley.

Minutes past, yawns exchanged, and rearranging of strange pillows occupied their long awaited reunion. Finally settling down Ashley rolled over on her right side and her fingers tickled at his left nipple.

"Do you want to be my puppy?" she asked him.

Knowing he would have to communicate whether he wanted to or not he said, "I kind of already am."

"I mean really?"

"Yes."

"What if I need a big strong man to hug me some times?"

"You could order me to hug you."

"That's not what I meant."

Frisky let the silence answer for him.

Her fingers left his nipple and descended down to the chastity sheath. She cupped his balls in the warmth of her palm and toyed with the metal cage around his dick with her fingers.

"Too bad Randy still has you locked up," she pouted. "He probably didn't even think about it and Valerie didn't even ask him for the key before we all went to bed."

"Maybe she forgot."

"Not likely," she scoffed. "It's been almost two weeks. Aren't you're balls bursting?"

"You could describe it that way, I guess," he said not wanting to describe to her the single, best orgasm of his life he experienced just a few days ago while humping her sister's leg.

"Want me to go knock on their bedroom door?"

"That would be embarrassing. They'd know what we were doing."

"So? They're probably going at it right now."

"Even more reason not to bother them."

"You are submissive," she said pointing out the low priority he gave himself. "Aren't you?"

Although he wasn't told to, Frisky answered by ducking his head under the sheet and making his way down between Ashley's legs. He was taking a chance, risking punishment by initiating activity, making a decision. It wasn't his place to do so. Not anymore. He paused, his head hovering just above her knees, confused.

"What?" Ashley said impatiently. "What are you waiting for?"

It wasn't a command, but it was an expectation on her part. It would suffice for a well authorized order putting his mouth and tongue to work.

It started with small kisses turning to the licking of her inner thighs. Starting with her right leg then making sure her right leg was as thoroughly lavished with attention, he moved to where her legs met, already turning moist in anticipation of what was to come.

A small gasp escaped her lips upon the first touch of his tongue. After that she reserved any audible noises for small cues of appreciation. Which is exactly what she did guiding herself to an orgasm. Then again and again. Exhausted, she cuddled up with Frisky and before falling asleep she said, "Good boy."

It was a pleasant feeling shaving himself the next morning at Ashley's insistence. Not that he enjoyed shaving, but rather enjoyed. no more food and dirt stuck in his facial hair. Although as a dog he didn't pay it any mind, trying to present himself as a human had its perks akin to sitting on furniture.

Additionally, in the guest bedroom's bathroom wide mirror he turned to the left and right presenting the chastity sheath as if he were a model on a fashion runway attempting to sell it to prospective buyers. It looked harsh and menacing. And it was whenever he got an erection. Last night was another test of his ability to stay focused on Ashley's pleasure over his own pain. But he did it just as he had since Valerie locked it on him.

Digging through the single suitcase Ashley had packed for both of them, he found his cell phone. It took only a moment for it to turn on and connect to the local towers. Incoming data took another few moments. Several calls missed from his ex-employer and one from his mother showed up in the app. Even more emails from advertisers filled his inbox.

He hated human life.

Okay. He could do this. Breakfast with Ashley's family. It was too late for making a better impression of himself. If he could squeak through by not relapsing into sub-space or dog-space he would take it as a win. However, he was barely holding himself together and he knew it. It was obvious to anyone who knew him just by looking at him.

Walking out the guest bedroom door was going to be the hardest part. The restrictions of his clothes and shoes annoyed him. Walking on his hind legs elevated him to heights he didn't feel worthy of. And he knew in his heart he was inferior to everyone in the house. Not a human at all. He was a mere dog by comparisson.

For every positive, motivating thought process he allowed himself to journey out of the room he was met by more and more self doubt. He sat on the edge of the bed to once again psych himself up. There were no voices out the door nor were there any pleasant scents of a breakfast being cooked wafting through the house.

Perhaps they left him and went out to eat without him. The thought of which was more of a relief. He was a dog after all. The family pet. It was belted and whipped into him making that fact unforgettable.

Another five minutes passed with Frisky not leaving the room. He had to though, and mentally built himself up. He told himself everything was fine and he could do it. He could handle it.

Standing up from the bed to face humanity he froze in his tracks as the bedroom door thrust open without so much as a knock. It was Valerie.