A Dog/slave Weeend

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Valerie stood and commanded Frisky to do the same. "Get up."

Ashley poked her head in the room. "Oh, there you two are," she said with a youthful smile, happy to play with the children out back.

"Just trying to make peace..." Valerie offered an explanation for them being in the room together when none was asked for. "You know? With all that has happened and all."

Standing half way in the room Ashley turned serious and gave it some thought for a long moment. "Yeah. Sure... Okay." To change the conversation she asked, "Where's Randy with that bacon?"

Valerie stepped forward to leave the room. With the knowledge the two were going to join her in the living room or kitchen she turned and walked out. In passing Frisky, Valerie gave him that knowing glance and she winked at him.

This was going to be a long morning.

There was laughter as Valerie shared stories of her and Ashley's childhood. The crazy times and the funny moments reunited the two sisters after last nights emotional divide. Valerie's family fed on these memories by asking more and more questions about their childhood.

Randy let the women talk and stayed mostly quiet except for contributing a laugh now and again. He looked a little bit agitated and kept glancing at the clock as if counting down the minutes until he could wave good-bye to Frisky and Ashley driving off. He was definitely not rude about it, didn't make it obvious, and didn't miss a beat of playing a courteous host.

Frisky sat with his paws on his lap silently as his owner and his master spoke. He wasn't sure if he should laugh or not so he smiled when others did. His most embarrassment came when he became the subject of conversation. It was the explanations of whether he was Aunt Ashley's boyfriend or Uncle Frisk, and the differences in culture.

Frisky's biggest issues were being able to understand how he could go from being a caged dog in their back yard yesterday to a human guest at their breakfast table today. Ashley seemed to have forgotten how she found him when she arrived last night as if his two weeks living as a dog never happened. Randy was letting the whole experience be chocked up to experience. And Valerie... Valerie who intended to make the most of what she had done to him until the very end of their stay.

But that didn't stop her from pretending all was back to normal when she asked across the dinning room table, "Where do you plan on looking for work, Frisk?

"Ummm..."

"I think he should go beg for his old job back," Ashley said for him. "He was almost up for a dollar fifty raise."

Frisky looked down at his empty breakfast plate. These people wouldn't know what a one dollar and fifty cent an hour raise was. Yet still he shook his head in reluctant agreement with Ashley.

The silent tapping of Valerie's finger in his peripheral drew his attention across the table. He looked up at her. With a twinkle in her eye she gave Frisky a sympathetic but playful look.

"One hundred and fifty cents... Isn't that cute?" she said.

Frisky lowered his gaze again.

"Val," her husband said, admonishing her.

"It's just an observation."

Ashley hurriedly said, "That's one hundred and twenty more dollars every two weeks."

"Of course it is, Ash. I didn't mean anything by it."

The awkward moment remained awkward.

"Well," Ashley said pushing herself away from the table in frustration, "I think we should be heading home. Long drive." Both she and Randy stood up.

The other two, Valerie and Frisky, remained seated and looked at each other like teenagers with secrets between them.

"I'll go double check the guest bedroom to make sure we got everything," Ashley excused herself and darted off.

Standing up Valerie told her two little ones to help out and clear the table. There was much grumbling and muttering about mommy just wanting to make slaves of them.

It was Randy this time that addressed the elephant in the room. "Are you going to be okay with 'it' leaving?"

Frisky looked up with no offense taken.

"I've told you my motives already," Valerie said. "And it knows it can't stay."

Good enough for Randy, he began to help gather the cups from the table. With hands full, he took the items to the kitchen.

"It should be you clearing the table," Valerie said. "Not your superiors."

Frisky nodded slightly, still sitting.

"Ah, the things I could do for you."

"And you?"

There was hesitation in her response. "Me too."

Frisky pushed himself away from the table and stood up like a man. It was time to grow up, get back to reality. Life.

Valerie picked up her own plate and the butter dish then brushing by Frisky on her way to the kitchen.

His own questioning whether he should help out or not without being told to was dwarfed by his sudden memory of needing to get the key to the chastity sheath. With full awareness that Valerie had no intention of relinquishing the key, he was reliant on Ashley remembering. But at the moment Ashley was flustered with only getting the hell out of there on her mind. There really was no way he could even hint at it. Besides, it wasn't his place. It was up to his owner and master, Valerie and Ashley.

When Ashley came back out her eyes were glassy as if she had been crying. Frisky wondered why she had taken so long in the guest bedroom. Now he wondered why she had been crying. It was about him, not specifically, but the life that he offered her and not the one she wanted.

She smiled as she did before as if nothing happened. There was much chatter and activity as they all filed out of the house to the driveway where Ashley had parked.

After the little good-byes and well wishes were initiated Randy was the first to give Ashley a hug.

Taking the cue Valerie stood in front of Frisky. Frisky stood waiting for whatever was to come next. She stepped forward and put her arms around him and her mouth inched it's way across his cheek to his ear. Quietly she whispered, "Remember. You are my dog/slave. My property." The finality in her soft, throaty voice disturbed Frisky. "I'll look in on you as if you were a bug. Trapped. In a jar. Anytime I want to."

They parted and Frisky automatically shook Randy's outstretched, eager hand. Randy smiled. "Best of luck."

Ashley and Valerie clung to one another for a longer moment until finally letting each other go. Valerie stepped back to join Randy and her family where they stood to say goodbye.

"I guess I'll drive then," Ashley said getting in the driver's side of her car.

"I think it best," Valerie said.

Frisky climbed in the vehicle. Doors closed. The motor started. After a quick turn around in the spacious driveway Ashley watched her family recede in the rear view mirror waving to her. She herself waved one more time aimed out the back window of the car.