A Dog/slave Weeend

74

"I fucking hate this!"

Frisky was surprised by the sudden, unannounced entry into the guest bedroom by someone who thought they had the right to.

"I hate everything about this!" Valerie growled stomping in the room. She wore her white khakis, pleated and pure white. Her tan shirt, sleeves rolled up her forearm, made the ensemble a complete switch from yesterday's clothes.

Frisky bent his head to the side looking around Valerie to see who else was out there in the house witnessing this.

"Get down on all fucking fours!" she yelled with her long finger pointing at the carpet in front of her.

Frisky's heart leapt into his throat and regardless of the repercussions instantly threw himself to the floor like a puppet who's strings holding him up had been cut.

To the still open bedroom door she yelled, "Okay, everyone! Come on in and watch me teach Frisky a new trick!"

The stampede of the other four people rushing into the room never came. Frisky glanced up and around awaiting to be exposed once again as a dog/slave. His anxiety spiked but was met with only stillness and silence.

Valerie chuckled putting her shoe on the back of Frisky's neck, once again dropping his gaze level to the floor. "That's what I like about you, Frisky. Always so gullible. It's none of your business, but I sent Randy to the store for more bacon and the children are showing off for Ashley in the backyard."

Okay.

"You fucking, miserable dog," she murmured as she lifted her foot from his neck and sat down on the bed where Frisky had just been sitting. He turned on the floor and followed her. "Just because you are leaving don't think you are free of me or my ownership of you."

Was he to talk and acknowledge her statement or remain quiet so she could talk. Or maybe he simply wasn't supposed to talk at all. If there were any social cues of that sort he surely missed them.

Valerie held her hand out to Frisky. "Phone. Give me that phone, Frisky."

Not realizing it he still had a hold on it when he fell to his knees and hands, he lifted it up and placed it in the palm of her hand. She turned it around, ran her finger up the screen and then turned it to scan his face. After a few seconds she turned it back around and had access to everything.

Using both hands to hold it the tips of her thumbs danced over the screen expertly manipulating the tiny computer. "That's my phone number. I will be your emergency contact number."

Frisky had never considered anybody for an emergency contact number in his phone thinking that nobody cared enough to qualify. But apparently, Valarie had uncharacteristically put value on his well being.

"And now you will be sharing your location with me," she continued. "I will be able to check on you twenty four hours a day, seven days a week." She stopped and peered at him with her beautiful dark brown eyes and tapped the phone with her long index fingernail. "This isn't optional, Frisky. I mean it. The second I lose contact I will have my lawyers climbing up your ass to get you back in line. I own you!" she said adamantly. "Tomorrow I'm putting your number on my family plan. I want access to every text and phone call any time I want. Ashley won't mind because it'll save her money."

On all fours at Valerie's feet he wondered what this was all about. He was leaving, yet she was extending her iron grip on him in ways he didn't realize she could do. She must have tossed and turned all night thinking out ways to keep the control she had established as his new normal. Butterfly wings tickled his stomach lining at the thought that she was not going to let him go. Ever.

She tossed the phone onto the carpet where it bounced to a stop and snapped her fingers up over his head. "Sit up, boy."

He did, paws hanging in front like a good dog.

Valerie reached down and grabbed his crotch like she owned it, which she did. She felt up the chastity sheath and gave it a little tug. "Have you tried to get this off?"

Frisky looked down at her hand on the bulge in his pants.

"Use your words, Frisky, just as you have been so freely since Ashley got here." It bothered her that her hold on him had to be relaxed and was permitted to communicate as a human would, or in his case, might.

"No."

"Smart for a dumb dog. What did Ashley say about it last night?"

"She wanted it off."

Valerie giggled at that. "Ahhhh," she said over a pouting, lower lip. "I'm sure you were a good dog and still took care of your master?"

"Yes."

"Gooood, booooy," she cooed with a smile, squeezing the bulge in her hand.

Glowing in her praise, Frisky felt a sense of pride as Valerie's dog/slave.

"You are slowly learning your place in life. If only my sister new your place in life," she said raising an elegant eyebrow. Then her stern look returned. "I'm leaving this locked on you." She emphasized her words with a tight squeeze making Frisky wince and lean forward at his hips from the pain.

Once she realized he got her point, she relaxed her hold and let go allowing Frisky to sit up pretty again.

"I've decided you are not allowed to have sex. Never again." Valerie leaned to her right side and dropped her upper weight on her elbow.

The casual manner of how she delivered such a life altering message with all of the authority in the world dropped him further into dog-space.

"It's too dangerous. Your inferior genes need to be stopped with you. I don't want to be the aunt of a fatherless child. Surely you can understand my concern for my sister. You are certainly incapable of providing for and raising a child. Anyone's child, for that matter. Don't you agree?"

The position Frisky held on his knees with his paws dangling at his chest as if he were begging suddenly became a ridiculous sight. The finality in Valerie's voice, planning his future and complete power to enforce it humiliated him further.

"Don't you agree? Frisky, use your words."

Hanging his head he came to only one conclusion, and that was he couldn't escape what he was. "Yes."

"There is no protection that can be trusted enough with my decision that you will die childless. Except this." She tapped the chastity sheath with her shoe. "Ahhh. Don't feel bad, puppy. Many dogs get snipped right out of the gate never having the chance to reproduce."

Frisky looked back up at her mocking face.

"Don't think that fixing you like any other dog isn't an option. I just prefer that instinct to remain intact for my own uses."

He felt like a barnyard animal having it's raw instinct used by a farmer to meet his own ends.

Valerie counted down with her fingers. "No intercourse. No cumming without my permission. No other girlfriends, so get that thought out of your mind forever."

With no control to speak of, Frisky offered no opinion. This little fact visibly tickled Valerie as she gave him a wicked smile.

"Now listen carefully, Frisky. You are not to allow the lock to be cut with anything. Not even a bolt cutter. Understand?"

After a moment of silence Frisky nodded and looked up into Valerie's dark brown eyes. In those dark, brown pools he searched for some evidence of self doubt or second guessing she may have involuntarily felt, but none was evident. Stoic and firm she held eye contact. The still tender areas on his ass cheeks lit ablaze for the briefest of moments.

"Repeat what I said."

"I will not allow the lock to be cut with anything. Not even bolt cutters."

Valerie had him repeat that proclamation two more times to make sure there was no misunderstanding. Satisfied that there were none, she said, "I may call you or text you at any time and demand a picture of the chastity sheath intact just as I've left it. You'll have fifteen minutes to send me the picture. Under..."

The noise from the front room interrupted her. The back door had opened and three excited, hungry people entered the dining room.