i thank the readers for going on this journey with me. The journey wasn't meant for everyone, i realize that. But it found its audience which i hope felt somewhat represented here. If you get it, you get it.
Thank you all for the great comments, encouragement and speculations.
To those that hide behind 'anonymous' and others who post ugly comments with no works of your own to share i can only say thanks for the laughs. Some of these unhinged posts are staggeringly amusing.
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It was a sleepless night for Frisky. A second night of sleeping on a human bed, his own bed in fact, a warm body by him, and a restrained erection. He didn't feel at home. Sleep came in small segments he was unaware of drifting in and out of.
Having driven the entire distance, Ashley slept heavily through the night unaware of Frisky's tossing and turning.
The soft bed, the covers, the pillow under his head: all luxuries that he knew he wasn't worthy of. Things others took for granted but would not do without Frisky knew was too good for his lowly status. He felt like a fraud.
The alarm sounded in the dark. The horizon offered a hint of orange outlining the rooftops of the neighboring homes. After Ashley came out of the bathroom Frisky allowed himself to follow his instincts to follow his master through the house easily explained away that he wanted to see her before she left for work.
"There's some flakes still in the cupboard," she said while making the coffee. She wore her work shoes and jeans topping it off with a red flannel shirt and white T-shirt underneath. "I'm going to have to restock our food with my credit card until you get your first paycheck."
Still in his underwear Frisky uneasily sat down with the box of cereal and a bowl.
"You are going to look for a job today... Right?"
He nodded in agreement as he poured the flakes into his bowl and doused them with milk.
"Don't look so excited about it," Ashley said hovering around the kitchen like a humming bird. As the coffee maker spit, sputtered and dripped Ashley paused and stood by Frisky waving him to scoot his chair back.
After doing so she sat down on his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. "We're going to fix this," she said. "With your job we'll be able to afford everything we need again. Like before. Valerie will send the key to your penis prison, and we're going to have fun. We'll figure this out. You'll see."
Frisky's mind half listened as he wondered if she knew his flakes were going to get soggy. Eating flakes was a time sensitive endeavor.
She gave him a kiss on the cheek. "You need to go brush your fangs, Frisk" she said teasingly before standing up.
Ashley believed in him, that he could overcome a lifetime of self doubt and low self-esteem covered up by deferring to the fact that he was a dog/slave. Was it possible to override a lifelong self brainwashing? Especially after Valerie validated him just as he is?
