2017-10-04 - spike - The New Shop 22

Author: spike
Title: The New Shop 22
Date: 04 October 2017

Chapter 22
M plugged the tail core in again and immediately my tail began to wag. I placed the things in my mouth on the floor and the jaw opened. I nudged them towards M with my nose.

Then hose, flush, wash and finally, after god knows how long. Food and water. Oh my god I needed that.

Of course, while I was being flushed the core got a much better recharge and my tail was wagging properly in no time.

“Good dog.”

I shivered with pleasure.

“Very good dog.”

Fuck… ing… hell! I… I didn’t know that one even existed. This time I did collapse onto the floor and begin writhing in ecstasy.

“Come.”

I scrambled back to my paws and followed M back to the laptop just as Joel made the call.

It rang for ten seconds or so before Q picked it up.

“Why didn’t you answer my call when the escape protocols activated? Not more problems, I hope?”

“Sorry about that, sir. I had to open the front door. The buzzer was going off even though I’d unlocked, sir. Tyson’s back. He returned home this morning about an hour ago.”

“He… Where on earth was he taken?”

“Other side of Queens, sir. He managed to take a cell phone and a sheet of paper before he left. The paper’s mostly illegible due to water damage but it does have a recognisable letterhead, sir.”

“For what?”

“Gamma Alpha Psi, sir. It’s a fraternity.”

“Students stole him? For what purpose?”

I cocked my head. Then started snuffling on the floor. I turned my head, grabbed a broom and dragged it across the room, then began snuffling again. I picked a pen off the table and put that next to the broom.

“What on earth is he doing?”

Next, a bucket. There were a few boxes at the back of the room, I snuffled into one that was open, picked up a butt plug and added it to the collection.

“I think he’s on a scavenger hunt, sir. I wonder what he represented on their list.”

I chuckled, my tail began to wag. No way I could mime the weirdest thing in New York without my hands. I sat on my haunches and looked at the screen.

“Bloody students. And you say you have one of their phones?”

I nodded. Joel held up the phone to the camera.

“I’ll send someone to unlock it. Make sure it’s fully charged.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Now back to Tyson. Why is he still in that suit? It’s not stuck is it? He’s had far more than his three days now.”

“Sorry, sir. When I suggested removing the suit he backed away shaking his head.”

“Well we’ll just have to force him out of it, or at least his arms. If I’m satisfied with the answers he gives we can always shove him back in. How much longer, though?”

I tapped my paw once.

“One more day? I think”

I tapped my paw seven times.

“One week? From the time you were put in or from now.”

I tapped twice.

“Good god! I could barely handle being in it three days! The number of bad boys I received…” There seemed to be a wince to the voice. “I just can’t give up control. I… take it during his training he didn’t receive very many of those then?”

M’s fingers danced on his wristband. “Just the one, sir. I could tell the moment the suit was sealed he loved it, sir. Wagged his tail the moment I told him his new name. Since then after a few stumbling steps and running into me when he lost control, good boys all ‘round, sir.”

“Yes. I think that would make a significant difference but right now, unseal his goggles and remove the top half. We need to talk properly.”

“Yes, sir.” M left the room returning with the sealant gun. He applied it and soon the mask was separated from the hood beneath. He activated the fob, removed my tail much to my disappointment and pulled the zip up, helping me to remove my hands from their four days of captivity.

Now eleven. Laptop. Speak.

“Thank you, sir. Please don’t take me out, sir. I’ve fallen in love with being a dog, sir. A week, sir. I’m begging you.”

“I can’t even understand the mind set that would even want to be trapped in that thing for a day, let alone a week. Explain.”

“I’ve never felt so free, sir. Not physically. Up here.” I tapped my forehead. “When I realised I’d submitted to you, the next morning I felt like a weight had been lifted, I’d never have to worry about my old job, my old life again. All those responsibilities, the stresses of work. Gone. A day after being put into Tyson it was even more extreme. My only care was play, following the most simple commands, human concerns went straight out of the window. I was a dog and didn’t care about anything else. I suppose you could say I was in doggy heaven, sir.”

“Bloody hell, M. Are you sure that’s the same Master we captured? You’ve not mixed it up with another slave?”

“It’s me, sir. Bethan helped. You fixed it by explaining how I’d submitted, sir. That was the turning point. Since then I’ve never been happier and I was positively ecstatic in this until I was stolen. I even enjoyed the challenge of getting home, looking back, sir. I’d love to do something like that again, obviously under more controlled circumstances, sir.”

“What, find your way home?”

“Or back to somewhere, sir. Maybe out in the wilderness where there’s less chance of being arrested, sir. I’ve read quite a few stories about Masters tying two slaves together, one with a working hands, one with eyesight and a voice but little else and having to find their way back. Things like that were interesting to me from a Master’s perspective before the theft. Now… I can see the appeal from the other side. There might even be an opportunity sir.”

“An opportunity how?”

“It was several miles, sir. It took me over a day and a half to get back after I escaped from the frat house. I had to hide during daylight hours. That’s why Joel was so uncomfortable around me. I hid under a pile of garbage sacks until it was dark again. There might’ve been sightings and most people own smartphones these days. A few recordings of me bolting across the road between alleyways or across the park and maybe it went viral on YouTube.”

“Go on.”

“Hand out flyers, perhaps? Me, M, maybe Slasher also dressed in a dog suit. Explain it away as a publicity stunt? Seems you’ll certainly get a lot more customers here if you rely on more than just word of mouth and the odd advertisement in fetish magazines.”

“Eleven… That is brilliant. I’ll conduct a search on all the popular video sites the moment the conversation ends. Now, these students…”

“It was a scavenger hunt, sir. He picked me as the weirdest thing he could find in New York. I punished one of the ones who took me by stealing his phone and pissing on the books that fell to the floor when I took it, but his room mate…”

“What about him?”

“The look of shock on his face, the hunger when he examined me. He was incredibly disappointed when he found out there was no way to remove the suit from me, sir. I read his lips. I think he might be making an appearance in the store, sir. I don’t know how deep his submissions go but he could be a potential slave and he is a jock, sir. Physically fit and healthy.”

“There is the age concern, eleven. You realise that don’t you?”

“Yes, sir. Difficult to tell a jock’s age, sir. They all act like utter douches anyway no matter if they’re eighteen or forty and the fraternity members are even worse but even if he isn’t old enough for a permanent suit, it might get him on our side if allowed to experience a weekend or so in a temp one. Maybe even a week as a store assistant and the dog suit would be possible then. Pay him a little intern fee to help pay his bills during a vacation week, sir. I somehow think he’d leap at the chance.”

“Hook them early, I like your way of thinking, eleven. So why did it take you over two days to get home?”

“The shocks, the lack of air. I passed out, sir. It was daylight when I came ‘round that first day in the frat house. I was frozen sir but I realised the suit’s core might be able to last weeks on a charge under normal circumstances, after all, all it does is provide shocks and a small electrical field for identification. But with a dog suit it powers immobility, tail wagging and jaw, sir. I worked them hard, made sure I thought of my time in the gym with M to get my tail going and wore the battery down. I had to stop when the jocks returned until they left for a night on the town. I knew I wouldn’t be able to leave before it was dark, sir.”

“And then?”

“By the time I was free of the immobility and out onto the streets, it was starting to get light, sir. I mentioned the mound of garbage sacks. I fell asleep under them and when I woke up it was dark again so I felt free to move but I had to go slow, careful not to be seen. I didn’t dare get captured by police. It could’ve killed me sir.”

“Quite. I was keeping an eye on police reports and would have got you out in that situation, but I understand. And you actually say you enjoyed it?”

“Yes, sir. Terrified of course when they picked me up. Torture like no other when I was carried out but after I came ‘round and saw I was in a frat house, I loved the challenge sir. I doubt I would if I’d suddenly found myself in another city but Queens, I knew I could get back if I was careful.”

“Yes, about that. What are your opinions on the escape protocol?”

“Not at all what I was expecting, sir. With the fob it was just wham! Sir. If anything it was worse.”

“Yes, I had to make quite a few safety enhancements after what happened to four. That program was one of them. It’s safe to continue for extended periods without causing damage. The old one could after approximately ten minutes. Similarly, the air cutoff is not as bad as you may think. Enough to render you unconscious, yes, but after four minutes, the tubes open for a minute before closing again.”

“Still not something anyone would want to experience sir. It was hell.”

“And as you had to endure that hell… I’ll take all your ideas this morning on board and granted, seven days in the suit starting from now and no way out. Nothing will get you out of your situation until that time has elapsed. If you complain… or perhaps even if you excel, I may extend it further.”

“Further? Oh god! Th” I stopped myself, dropped to the ground and performed the thanking ritual.

“It looks like you’ve got an interesting week on your hands, M. Can you handle them all? You do have twenty-two slaves to deal with now.”

“Permission to assign our blank the position of lieutenant should things get too much for me, sir?”

“Granted, but it will remain a blank and as such, will be unable to use a fob. It’ll have to use its natural charm and wit assuming it has any. How’s sleazy getting on?”

“Oh, I’m sure he’s hating every minute of it, sir.”

My fingers hovered over the keyboard in shock. “Sleazy? You put him in a dog suit?” My shoulders shook with laughter.

“It did seem an appropriate punishment. He’s been told that’s how he’ll spend the remainder of his life. Of course it isn’t, but it will require a lot of good boys to free him. We’re keeping a tally in his case. When he reaches one hundred net good boys, bad boys being deducted from the total, he will be free of it.”

M chuckled too. “And judging by his current performance that could be months away.”

My cock sprang to attention. I looked down at it. “Oh thank god I’m not in the belt right now, I would’ve doubled over. I take it there’s something more about sleazy too then, sir?”

“What do you mean, eleven?”

“If after months in the suit it does prove to not have harmed him… That would make a permanent suit something to shoot for? I don’t think I’d ever be able to go for permanence but god it still sounds hot.”

“You are a wily one aren’t you eleven? That is one of the purposes. The main one is however just to have some fun at his expense though. As for you, that request would be denied anyway. I have other uses for you. You do have work to do after all. Both training and software.”

“Yes, sir.”

“The only reason I’m granting you the week is because of what you went through. Two days is the standard for the escape protocol demonstration. You suffered a hell of a lot more. M, clean the remaining solvent from the hood and suit and seal him back in. Q out.”

I looked at M. “Sir, just one thing.”

“What is it, eleven?”

“Has Slasher been put into one yet? If not, I’d like to be there.”

“It hasn’t yet, we’ll do that today. We had other concerns what with you being stolen.”

“Thank you, sir. Oh, please, sir. Don’t tell it how long we intend it to remain this way. I want to be the one to drop that bombshell and please don’t release it for its first human exercise until the Sunday after I’m released from mine, sir. Seal away.”