A Dog/slave Weeend

76

A few hours of driving under their belts on their way home, Ashley finally broke the silence between them. "You know, don't let Valerie's money remark get to you."

"I'm not," Frisky said.

"It was aimed at me."

"Yep."

"She was pointing out that your potential earning ability isn't very good to settle down with."

Frisky was silent.

"Doesn't that bother you a little bit?"

"No."

"What did she do to you?"

"Does it bother you?" he asked.

Ashley stared over her her fingers on the steering wheel watching the road pass below. "Well," she said, "I kind of was hoping to live a comfortable life."

"How?"

"I don't know," Ashley shook her head. "You know, make enough money to live nice. Not rich or anything. Just nice."

"I don't know how to do that."

"Well, that's what Valerie said."

"I know."

Turning her attention away from the road to Frisky she said, "You're not going to prove her wrong?"

"I can't."

"What do you mean? You're just as smart as anyone else at work."

"Smarter."

"So..." Again she shook her head. "I don't understand you."

Ashley didn't have to tell Frisky that. However, Valerie not only did understand, but there was a method to her meanness as she forced him to see himself in the mirror, see himself for what he really was. A dog/slave.

Being smart isn't the litmus test to survive or thrive in the workforce. It's knowing when to be smart and when not to be smart. Some management view smart people as a threat. Being able to verbally wine and dine those in power were essential skills that Frisky couldn't quiet master. There was no mental pathway to understand who, when or how to use such strategies.

"Well, Valerie might not believe in you, but I do," Ashley said.

"She does. She's just more..." he paused in search of the right wording so as not to offend Ash, finally saying "... realistic about things."

"Realistic?" she said sarcastic. "She left you chained down on all fours for two weeks pretending she didn't have the..." Ashley stopped talking and squeezed the steering wheel quickly turning her knuckles white. "The chastity sheath key!"

She finally remembered.

"Why didn't you..." she turned her head giving him an accusatory look.

It was then Frisky wished he had shared in her exasperation. Unfortunately he missed that opportunity so he calmly kept watching the road slip by.

"You'd think that would be a top priority for you," she said suspiciously. "Why didn't you ask for it before we left?"

"Didn't think about it."

"You haven't cum in two weeks and you can't even get hard and you didn't think about it?"

He turned his head briefly glancing at Ashley in her hazel eyes. "I didn't."

They drove for several awkward moments. Frisky was sure had the cruise control not been active that she would have been flooring the gas petal in anger.

Ashley shook her head with a questioning smirk. Her shoulders shrugged and said, "Oh, well. It's you're dick." She then laughed and said, "Oh, wait! It's Valerie's dick."

"It's Randy's dick. He had the only key just in case I turned out to be some psycho- pervert-rapist."

"Let's not kid ourselves," she said shaking her head. "If Randy has it then Valerie has it. Probably in her pocket right now. Laughing."

She touched her phone in it's cradle and told it to call her sister. After several rings it went straight to the automated voice-mail service. Ashley pressed the red button. "Now she's going to ignore me the rest of our trip if she even calls at all. Then it will be ten thirty tonight when everyone is going to bed and use that as an excuse to put it off until tomorrow sometime."

"Maybe she was just away from her phone," Frisky said.

"Oh! Now you're defending her?" Ashley didn't even turn to look at him. "I grew up with her! She's my sister! I know exactly how she is."

If she had spoken another minute she would have been interrupted by the phone ringing. It was Valerie.

Being prove wrong didn't improve Ashley's attitude.

"Hello?"

"Sorry I missed your call. I was away from the phone for a sec. What's up, little sis? Everything alright?"

"Well, no," Ashley said. "You didn't take that chastity sheath off of Joh... Off your Frisky."

"I was wondering why you didn't bring it up," Valerie's disembodied voice said.

"That's the sister I know. Turn it around. Blame me."

"Well, I thought maybe you saw some benefits. I just went with it."

"No."

"You want to turn around and come get it? I'll go ask Randy what he did with it."

"You know I can't do that. That would add another five hours to my trip and I have to work tomorrow."

"What do you want me to do?" Valerie asked. "I could mail it tomorrow."

"No," Ashley stopped her. "What if it gets lost in the mail?"

"I could track it. Insure it."

"What good will that do if it's lost?

"I'll make a copy then send it to you."

"Fine," Ashley agreed. "I guess Frisky will just have to deal with blue balls for a few more days." She looked at him.

Frisky just sat staring out the window. His fate was in the hands of his Owner and Master. A leaf in the wind.

"I don't know what you did to him, but he's different."

Valerie's voice paused for a moment before answering, "It was an experience."

"I'm sorry I ever bothered you with him."

"Well you did. I was just looking out for my little sister."

"Yeah, well..." Ashley resigned from fighting. "We'll see."

"You'll see."

"Bye Val. Love you."

"Love you to," Valerie said. "Bye, Frisky!"

"Bye," Frisky said and the line went dead.