2017-10-06 - spike - The New Shop 23

Author: spike
Title: The New Shop 23
Date: 06 October 2017

Chapter 23
My god, it was good to be home. The moment I was back on all fours, I padded after M as he went down to the gym.

Another day of playing fetch. Of following his basic commands and nothing more. Of losing myself in the dog. Becoming it and loving every second.

Of course, this time there was another dog already present when we got down there and yet another soon to be born.

After a couple of rounds of fetch, M pointed at the other dog. Overweight, very unsteady on its paws, its tail between its legs. It didn’t look happy at all.

“Play.”

I ran over to it and skidded to a halt in front of its… his nose. I nuzzled him. I dropped the ball in front of him.

He turned his back on me so I jumped on his back, rolled over, got back onto my paws and performed the let’s play movement I’d seen real dogs do so many times in the past. I was down on my forelegs with my rear high and my tail wagging proudly.

He backed away from me.

I nudged the ball towards him, ran around him and got down on my flat forelegs again.

Still he refused to play. He was just shaking his head so I ran around the rear, pretended to sniff his ass, grabbed his tail in my jaws and gave a long, hard tug.

He collapsed to the floor in agony.

I ran around the front of him and repeated the actions.

He seemed to be sobbing, his shoulders shaking, tail so firmly between his legs this time I doubt I could’ve got a grip again. He looked at me, a happy active dog practically bouncing around him. He stood, walked up to me and made the action to sniff my face.

I had an evil thought then. I turned my back on him and thought exciting thoughts. The excitement of remaining a dog for a week. My tail shot up.

A couple more stumbling steps and he shoved its nose right up against the base of my plug. Good. Progress.

I looked at the ball and nudged it towards him again. This time he opened his jaws and took it.

“Sleazy, come.”

Sleazy, stumbling and utterly incapable of anything else, made his way to my Master.

A couple of other slaves were already present and the rest slowly filed into the gym. The moment they were all lined up, M started tapping.

“Everyone. A big welcome back to Tyson. We now know what happened to him. He returned this morning. He was stolen by a fraternity as part of a scavenger hunt and it took over two days for him to find his way home. What’s more, even though he spent all that time walking across the city, when he did return and was partially released, he begged to be allowed to remain that way for another week. Master Q granted that. He will be our pet, along with sleazy here until this time next week.”

I sat on my haunches facing them, my tail wagging. I can’t even describe how proud I felt at that moment.

Finally, Sleazy stopped in front of M.

“Drop it.”

He dropped the ball at M’s feet.

“Good dog.”

He collapsed again. This time his tail began to wag.

“To those who volunteered to become a dog themselves, your time starts now, beginning with blank two. Step forward.”

Blank two did as ordered and gestured.

“He’s been missing for over two days and wants to stay like that? For that long?”

“Yes, blank. He even enjoyed the challenge of running across the city, keeping hidden while making his way home. You could say he’s found his inner dog. As you can see, he’s still happy.”

“How can… I… don’t understand.”

“You will but right now, workout. We’ll put you in yours after your wash.”

It nodded and walked over to the nearest weight set.

M picked up the ball and tossed it. “Fetch.”

I ran after the ball. Sleazy stumbled after it.

“Tyson. Stay.”

I stopped and sat on my haunches again.

“Everyone else, workout.”

All the slaves were well into their exercises by the time Sleazy returned with the ball. It dropped it at Master’s feet again.

“Good dog.” M reached down and attached the leash. Then he tapped on his other armband. “Now that it seems you’ve finally stopped resisting, it’s time to teach you to walk properly.”

He switched back to the other. “Tyson. Heal.”

Me walking alongside my Master on one side, Sleazy having serious difficulty on the other, we walked around the gym. One lap took a full hour. On my first day I’d done five in that time but by the end he was beginning to find his feet… well, paws. And I started to envy him. He’d be in it for months even though he’d take a lot longer to learn to enjoy it than I had.

Then, down for them to get cleaned up for the day before Sleazy was dismissed back to his cage, this time in with the blanks. The blanks ordered to close the cage behind him.

With Sleazy put away, blank two joined us in the dungeon.

“I’d love to ask him what it’s like, sir.”

M chuckled. “Well, all you can do is ask yes or no questions. He can nod, shake his head, tap his paw to count. Go for it.”

It knelt in front of me. “God, I want to ask what it’s like.”

I wagged my tail. It stumbled back onto its ass. My shoulders shook and I glanced back to see my tail wagging a little quicker than normal.

“He did that himself?”

“Oh yes. I said there were a few surprises in that suit. That’s one of the better ones. Open your jaws, Tyson.”

I opened my mouth.

“How?”

“Let’s get you in, you’ll find out for yourself then.”

“What name have you chosen for me, sir?”

“Oh, I didn’t choose your name. Eleven did. Only fair considering.”

“I bet it’s something insulting, then. Where is it anyway, sir?”

“You’re looking at him.”

“Shit! That’s eleven in there? How is he a he?”

“Objects don’t have genders. Therefore, it. Animals do. Don’t think you’ll rise in rank. If anything, it’s a step down from blank. You’re just a pet in that suit. Just embrace your inner dog and you’ll love it.”

“I’m not sure what that means.”

“Go with the flow, follow the commands, have fun. He loves it. You might too. Sleazy would if he allowed himself to, I don’t think he understands that yet and he’s in that suit for a long time.”

“Good. Bastard deserves it. How long?”

“We told him life just to mess with his head but he has a lot to make up for. We’ve got a way to work out when he’s earned his way out. Could be months unless he learns though. Now let’s get you into yours.”

M led it over to a mirror, lying beside it, a suit and a set of bolt cutters.

It picked it up, examining it just as I’d done. Noticed the tubes.

“Fuck, it looks good. I’ll actually be breathing out the dog’s nose?”

M just nodded and held the legs open. What followed was the same as mine, a lot of struggle, a lot of force and smoothing and more struggle. I wondered how the fuck they got Sleazy into his. I bet it wasn’t willingly.

Finally, the tubes were connected and tugged, the hood was placed and before the suit was zipped down and the tail locked in place around the zip loop, M took the bolt cutters and removed the chain around his neck. Then, zip down and core in, locking him in for the next at least ten days.

M finished the suit off by sealing the mask around his goggles, the ass around the plug and held up a collar. On it, a bone shaped name tag with “Slasher”. With the click of a padlock, the collar was in place and a new dog was born.

“So how do you like your new name boy?”

He looked up at M, then froze as he looked in the mirror to see his tail wagging. The tail shot up in surprise just as mine had. The jaw dropped open and snapped shut. The tail wagged a little faster.

“I think you got it, boy. The hood contains a network of sensors that reads your brainwaves. Only simple stuff like basic emotions sent to the tail and jaw movement but that’s all that’s needed for a dog.”

He nodded and took his first step. He did better than I had. I padded over to him and sniffed his face, then moved around and sniffed his ass. He did the same.

“Good boy.”

Slasher stiffened. Then staggered over to M and nuzzled his hand.

“Very good boy.” on one armband, then switching to the other. “Now, I’m going to be busy today, so blank will walk you until you find your feet. He’ll play with you and teach you the other commands.”

The elevator door opened a few minutes later and blank emerged. No idea which one and I didn’t care. M tapped “Tyson, come.” into the armband before handing it to blank.

“Oh. Blank… Don’t abuse him too much. Rewards for being good. Punishments for being bad. I really advise you not to be bad, Slasher. Bad boy and very bad boy are not pleasant from what I’ve heard.”

Oh fuck, there was a very bad boy too? I chuckled as I followed M back to the elevator and up to the shop floor.

“For us, same thing as last time. I want to be in the shop in case your friends turn up. I imagine you do too.”

I nodded.

“Good. Don’t worry. This time we’ll chain you to the floor, no-one’s going to be stealing you again.”

Again, silence while frozen… At first.

A few hours after opening, my ears suddenly came to life to the sound of a cellphone ringing. Can’t say I liked the ringtone. Some vapid crap from one of the current crop of music “stars”.

“Hello?”

“What? Who is this? Where’s my phone?”

“Ah, so you’re the owner. Yes, we have it. It’s here to collect if you want it back.”

“What? Where?”

“Where did you get your dog from?”

“Dog? I don… What the fuck? How the hell did you get it?”

“That, you’ll just have to come on over to find out, won’t you?”

“What time do you close? I’ve got classes.”

“Ten, sir.”

“I’ll be there at six! I want to know how you got it!”

“That will be explained, sir. I think you may want to come with your roommate. He did pay an interest in the suit the dog was wearing after all.”

“What? How… this is too fuckin’ freaky.” the call ended.

I couldn’t see, frozen, but I think my tail was wagging right then. Next time I get a chance to use human communications I’ll have to suggest that. I can’t feel it moving, locked to the suit when it’s rigid. I really think there needs to be some feedback.

I banished the thought, shoving it right to the back of my mind. Dogs don’t think like that.

More customers, more tail pulling. I can’t say I’ll ever get used to that. Fuck it hurts.

I saw a couple trying on the suits and one even went for the whole shebang, just as I had. Obviously not sealed in though. He wandered around the store for a few hours, loving every second of it before he was released and left.

Then, a familiar sight. Jeans and varsity jackets. Two of them. My ears clicked on again.

“Can I help you, sir?”

“I called my phone earlier and the voice said it was here?”

“Ah, so you’re the thief? Yes, we have your phone. We don’t appreciate shoplifters.”

There was an uncomfortable silence followed by a gasp. He rushed over to me, stared. “How the hell?”

“Yes, we know all about your idiotic scavenger hunt. The phone is here because he brought it back with him after escaping from your frat house.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Suddenly, I could move!

“Tyson, come.”

I hadn’t noticed but he hadn’t connected my leash this time. With a rattle of chains, I padded over to the counter.

“What the fuck is this? Is that thing robotic?”

This time I knew my tail was wagging. My shoulders were shaking in laughter too.

“No. You must be his flat mate? The one who expressed an interest?”

A new voice. “But… It was… How… That thing’s got a man in it?”

“Oh, yes. Scared the shit out of him when you stole him, frozen as he was. It took a lot of effort to wear the batteries down enough to cause the freezing mechanism to fail. Naturally he felt a little pissed, hence him pissing on his books and taking the cell phone.”

The first voice again. “Oh shit… Oh fuck… Please. Don’t report this! I’d be kicked out of college for sure if they found out I’d kidnapped someone.”

“He’s been in that suit now for five days. He was allowed partly out briefly to tell us where he was taken but thankfully for you, he doesn’t want to press charges. He actually enjoyed the challenge of making his way back here.”

The second voice. “Oh god that’s fuckin’ hot. So those videos? The beast of Queens? That was him?”

“It was, yes. He even requested another week in there. A week we were more than pleased to allow.”

“This is too fuckin’ freaky. Can I have my phone back, I’m outa here.”

“Before you go… I think a little donation…”

“What do you mean, donation?”

“You didn’t just scare the shit out of him when you stole him. You scared the shit out of us too. I think a little recompense for such an act wouldn’t go amiss.”

“Look, I’m sorry! We were going to return everything we’d taken once the competition was over next week. That’s one of the requirements!”

“A week could’ve led to his death, you do realise that don’t you? No-one to feed him or give him water?”

“Oh fuck! OK. How much? Name your charity. I’ll pay it. Anything, just please, don’t tell!”

“That all depends on your wealth I suppose. Scholarship or rich parents?”

He sighed. “OK. Rich parents. I can afford it. A thousand dollars? Is that enough?”

“Yes. National AIDS trust would be a good one I think.”

“Check OK?”

“That’ll do nicely, sir.”

I sat on my haunches looking up at them as this continued. He pulled a book out of his jacket and started writing, tearing off the check.

“Thank you, sir. And here’s your phone.”

He bolted out of the shop.

“Good. Now he’s gone… You expressed an interest in the suit I understand.”

I could actually match a voice to the face this time. “Oh fuck yeah.”

“Are you deeply into the fetish community, sir? Do you understand what the various terms mean?”

“Oh god, the stories I’ve read. It’s been a dream for a long time to find a good dom.”

“How about a good Master?”

“Slavery? Really?”

“Yes, sir. I am the property of my Master, just as he is. And him.” he pointed towards M.

“Him? You mean… That’s got a man in it too?”

“Yes, sir. I’m a slave. He’s a slave. The dog has a slave in it. How old are you?”

“I’m nineteen.”

“A little on the young side for permanent service but we were talking about you earlier. There’s more to the dog suit than meets the eye. It does require certain… additions.”

“What like?”

“That tail isn’t just connected to the outside of the suit, sir. It’s connected to a butt plug. One that can take a few days to become accustomed to. It can be quite painful to those unused to large things up their ass. He also breaths through the dog’s nose. Tubes down his throat prevent any vocalisations.”

“I… err… what did you mean permanent?”

“The suit worn by M comes in two forms, sir. Temporary and permanent. M and Tyson here are both in permanent versions of the suit.”

“Could I… try one?”

“I could do more than that, sir. An idea by Tyson here. Weekends and vacations, how would you like an internship. For weekends, you’d get to workout with the other slaves, live with them, but you would only be able to wear the temporary suit during your week or longer vacations. It would be cured and sealed on just as theirs are but of course, yours would be temporary. We’d pay you a token amount to help with what bills you have and if, when you completed your education you chose to, you could become a permanent slave. I warn you now, sir. When we say permanent, boy do we mean it.”

“Oh god.”

I could see the idea excited him. There was a huge bulge in his jeans.

“How does it work?”

“Follow me, sir.” Joel led him to the case and turned it off. He unlocked it and M stepped out.

He took a step back, shock plain on his face.

“I thought you were kiddin’”

M grabbed a key and the armband from behind the counter and put it on. “Oh, he wasn’t kidding.”

“What’s with that thing?”

“He’s not the only one with tubes and a gag that prevent speech. If you want to partly experience the suit, come through to the back. I’m afraid for the full experience it would need to be for a week or more though. You’ll understand why.”

He knelt by me and unlocked the chain around my neck.

“What’s it like?”

“You’ve never felt anything like it, trust me. Feel my arm. Feel him.”

He did so. He caressed that arm, a look of awe crossing his face, then he stroked me. Ahhh I love that feeling. My tail started again.

“But how were you… how was he...”

“Immobile?” M walked to the case, closed the door and turned it on.

He stood to the side of it and held out his hand. “Feel my hand.”

“Same material, so what?”

He flicked the door open and held his hand in front of the open case. He nodded to his hand again.

This time when he felt it, it was utterly locked in place, rigid, the fingers like stone.

“And I could be in one of those things?”

“As I said. For that, you’d need the full suit experience. When is the next week’s vacation?”

“Thanksgiving. And I could work here all weekends and vacations?”

“That’s the offer on the table, yes. Thanksgiving and Christmas are big ones though. Could you tear yourself away from your family to take those?”

“Fuck them. They’re not real family anyway.”

“What?”

“I was adopted when I was thirteen. They were glad to be rid of me when I left for college.”

“Then yes, more than welcome. Every vacation day, you come here whether we’re open or not. We’re always looking for prime candidates and you’re certainly physically suitable. Academics may play a part too and you’d need to be over twenty-one to be considered for permanent slavery. My Master also requires you undergo a full background check.”

“And you volunteered for this?”

I nodded. My tail wagged.

“Yes. I took the suit a long time ago. It’s as much a part of me as your arm is to you.”

“How long?”

“Five years.”

He took a step back in shock.

“Trust me. This life is like no other. You’d never have to worry about finding a job, it’s literally a job for life. There is one major drawback that didn’t concern me though.”

“What’s that?”

“You leave the outside world behind, for good. Friends, family, even the idea of being a free man. Gone. Forget them. You, dead to the world. Vanished.”

He grabbed his crotch and readjusted his briefs.

M turned off the case and closed it. I followed him as he beckoned the newbie to the back.

“Why are you being so nice, he…”

“Yes, he stole the dog. Not you. Tyson saw the look of shock when you first saw him. The look of disappointment when you found the suit couldn’t be taken off. As I said, it was his idea that we offer you this should you come into the shop and when your roomy called…”

He knelt before me and gave me a hug. “Thanks, man!”

I nuzzled him back.

M chuckled to himself “I think you mean thanks boy.”

He led us into the room with the chair.

“Wait here a minute. I’ll go and get one. Strip. Completely.”

He smiled and pointed at the bondage chair. “Could I try that?”

M’s shoulders shook. “Don’t worry. That’s part of it. You need to be held immobile for a short time anyway. Let’s get you into the suit first.”

He stripped and the moment it was dropped before him and he was shown how to get in, I could see an understanding begin to dawn.

“You said something about curing?”

M nodded. “And he said permanent. All that elasticity goes away after curing, utterly impossible to get the permanent suit off then and god I’m glad it is. I love it. More than just the feel of it too.”

He sat on the chair and was in it in less than a minute. Then he lay on it and allowed himself to be secured.

“Open wide.” M held up the tubing.

“Oh fuck! So, that’s why you need that thing?”

M nodded.

“Never speak again?”

M shook his head. “Never. Do I miss it? No. Now, I just need to apply these so I need to wedge your mouth open. Don’t worry, it’s painless. You won’t even feel them for hours. They’ll be out by then.”

He eagerly opened his mouth as wide as he could manage as M placed the wire thing Alpha had used on me. Five minutes later, a new mute potential slave was staring at himself in one of the mirrors on the shop floor, caressing, posing.

He made a writing gesture.

M held his hand up and ran back to collect the laptop, placing it in front of him a minute later.

“Fucking hell! You weren’t kidding were you?”

“Nope. I never kid with something so serious. So life changing.”

“How do I sign up?”

“Give us all your details. You can start on Saturday if you like. Sunday, we stocktake and the rest of the day is taken up with fun, welcome to join in. You come on Friday night and we release you again Monday morning. We have a gym your eyes’ll pop out at. Are you gay or straight?”

“Gay. My roommate doesn’t know of course, he just knows I love rubber and… Oh my god, I can’t wait until November.”

“Understand this. You do not tell anyone about this. Slavery is seen as perverted and highly illegal even if it is willingly taken. We do not want any trouble. As far as anyone in the outside world is concerned, this suit’s temporary and so’s his. There’ve been sightings? How many?”

“Sightings?”

“Of Tyson, returning home from your frat house?”

His shoulders shook and he froze. “Fuck, it’s weird laughing with these tubes in.”

“You get used to it. Well?”

“Oh, sorry. Yes. I saw a few pop up on my YouTube feed. “What is that thing?” “Giant cat in the park?” and “The beast of Queens?” were the bigger ones.

“Well, we’ve decided to make use of those. You may want to visit central park. We’ll call you and tell you when. We’ve decided the sightings were the first part of a publicity stunt. We’ll hand out leaflets there soon along with demonstrations, the dogs playing fetch, stuff like that.”

“I’m there!”

“How are you with Bondage?”

“I’ve been tied up a few times.”

“Just to cement the deal and show you what you’ve got to look forward to, follow me. Sir, you can reopen the shop. I’ll signal you when we’re on the way back up.”

“OK, M.”

“Slaves, return to your cages, we have a guest. Don’t want to freak him out until he’s here for his first weekend.” he pressed something. “Follow me.”

Into the elevator, down to B1. “Welcome to our recreation centre.”

He nodded and held his thumbs up.

“Don’t worry about not being able to communicate. Not every slave is issued with an armband like this. You begin your lives as objects. Eventually, you may earn a name. Then the next step up…” he turned his back to indicate his name.

He shrugged.

“We’ll teach you our sign language. Something that evolved over time years ago.”

He nodded, we returned to the elevator and went down to B2.

The moment we stepped out, he walked around as if in a dream. He examined every piece of equipment in great detail obviously being familiar with much of it.

He made a typing gesture.

“Yes, you’ll get your say. First…”

B3. His head darted left and right as if he was watching a supersonic tennis match.

“Sir, indicate when it’s OK to return, please?”

“Come on up.”

Back up to the shop floor and the laptop.

“Are you sure you can’t make me permanent now? Please! I love it down there.”

“You’ll have your fun but you’ll have to wait until the weekend. Remember, once it’s permanent your old life is gone. Very big step for one so young and my Master would not be happy. Think of this though. How long is your Christmas vacation? Even taking into account family visits, which they might insist on even if you yourself don’t want to see them again?”

“A month. I could spend a couple of days there and return.”

“And summer?”

“Oh fuck! You mean I could be sealed in for a full three months?”

“Of course. You’d get to experience the life much more fully then. I guarantee you would not be permitted to leave during that time. You’d be a slave. A temporary slave admittedly but by the time you returned from that vacation, you’d be one hell of a lot fitter. You’d be the envy of your team mates. I warn you now though, for that length of time, you’d better be prepared to lose your hair.”

“I’ve wet shaved before.”

“Head?”

“Yes.”

“Legs? Back? Arms? Scrotum… Eyebrows?”

“Please, you’re getting me hard again. I’ve seen photos of slaves shaved bald. It looks fuckin’ hot.”

“Feels even hotter in this suit, believe me. Details. Every single thing. Now, slave.”

His hands rattled on the keyboard immediately. He took M’s hand and shook it. Hugged him. Reached over the counter to Joel and shook his too. Then he knelt and gave me a big hug again.

He returned to the laptop and continued.

Before long it was time to remove the suit and send him on his way.

“Remember, not a word. As far as anyone else is concerned, you just got a temporary job. Nothing about the lower levels. Nothing about our status. This is just a very good fetish shop but nothing more.”

“Oh don’t worry. For one thing no-one’d believe me, for another, I’m not going to screw up my chances to join you in this! It’s fuckin’ amazin’ man! Thanks! Could I work evenings too, sir? I wouldn’t expect to be paid.”

“I think that might be acceptable. If you do decide to do that, you could even move in. Return to college during the day, live the rest of your time here but we’ll talk about that after your first weekend. You start on Friday night.”

He nodded and bolted out of the store.