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"Bye, Frisky," Ashley mocked Valerie in an obnoxious voice and twisted face. "She just won't let this go."
Frisky said nothing as they drove for three more miles. Ashley broke out a candy bar and ate it. Frisky wanted one too, but like a good dog did not beg. He was hoping she would offer him one, but the invite never came.
"You're a guy," Ashley said making a statement that could go in any philosophical direction. But it didn't. "Isn't there a tool type tool to cut that thing off?"
Commanded by his owner not to use a bolt cutter, or anything else for that matter, to escape the chastity sheath, Frisky answered, "Only if it will take my dick with it."
"What's the difference of not having a cock or not being able to use it?"
"There's always hope."
Used to napping anytime he felt like in in a twenty four hour cycle, Frisky gave in to the habit and nodded off. He woke with a harsh reminder of the chastity sheath. The ring tugging on his balls as his dick pressed on all sides of the cage.
"Hey," Ashley said, "Gotta go pee?"
"Yeah."
The next exit took them right into a plaza. Finding a parking spot near the front door Ashley shut the car off and opened the door. She noticed Frisk just sitting there. "Aren't you coming in with me?"
"Yeah..." Frisky acknowledged and remembered he could open the door himself with the mitts locked on.
Stepping up onto the curb leading inside Ashley joked, "Are you coming with me to the ladies' room with that on?"
His didn't unravel the humor of the statement his master made due to his rising anxiety of entering the store. She went ahead of him while he wondered how he was even going to make it to the bathroom. When the door Ashley entered shut behind her a clear and present sign read, 'No Pets.'
Now, to a real human that would mean dogs, cats and even zebras. But to Frisky it meant him. He. Himself. The meat suit he was wearing. It was made very clear to him that he wasn't human. Not equal. Totally inferior. A dog/slave.
Standing like an alter to the gods before him the doors to the mini-mall intimidated him illiciting a tightening of his lower chest and activating his fight or flight response.
No pets. It means what it says.
Frisky wandered to the side of the building and then out back. There was a secluded spot right behind the dumpster that would provide enough privacy for a quick pee. So he took it doing his best to keep the difficult task from spraying everything with urine as the cage blocked the flow. He had to keep stepping back to keep the spray off of his feet and legs.
He met Ashley back at the car.
"Didn't you want to buy a snack? I looked for you in there..."
"No," he said defensively. "I-- I'm good."
"Seriously. Val gave me enough to..."
"Thank you, though," he interrupted and opened the passenger door.
"Ahem," Ashley cleared her throat. "Your turn to drive."
Drive..? Dogs don't drive. "I thought it best if you drove."
"Yeah," Ashley said suspiciously, "That's what Val said, too. What's the matter, did she un-teach you how to drive?"
Frisky just looked at the ground as Ashley resigned herself to driving and went to the driver side.
"Okay, fine. What's this about? Dogs don't drive? I get it."
Does she? He let her get in the driver side while he stood, door open, fighting with his own mental clarity. Slowly he slid onto the passenger seat realizing he couldn't ask Ashley to respect his sub-human, dog/slave self for the rest of their lives, that which Valerie gave away so freely, in fact insisting on it.
They drove and drove, radio stations coming and going. In the dead spots Ashley played from her music selection on her phone. They shared in small talk how it would be nice to have a newer car that had blue tooth capability rather than the unused CD player.
