2017-10-10 - spike - The New Shop 25

Author: spike
Title: The New Shop 25
Date: 10 October 2017

Chapter 25
I awoke before the cages unlocked again and looked in through the bars.

Omega was almost up against them, gripping M in a tight hug. I padded over and nuzzled his ear.

He stirred, turned, smiled and reached through the bars to stroke me. “Thanks, Tyson.”

M stirred too. He lent on his arm and looked out at Omega stroking me.

“How do you feel now?”

“Better, sir.”

“Good. And how do you feel about Master Q?”

“What he said last night scared me silly, sir.”

“Yes, but how do you feel about him personally?”

“I think I like him, sir.”

“Good. As many have said, you couldn’t want for a better Master. He cares deeply about his property, his slaves’ welfare. There are many Masters who only care about themselves. If one of them had access to the technology behind the suits, you probably would’ve been taken the moment you asked for it to be permanent.”

“Shit!”

“Don’t worry, you found a good one. A bloody good one. Now, he told you, no more lies. I want you to understand exactly what that means.”

“Errr.”

“There are many types of lie, Omega. Not just the big ones like the one you told this week. Even little white lies to make someone feel better are unacceptable. You tell him everything and you tell it truthfully. There’s also the lie of omission. Lies told by telling part of the truth but leaving out details intentionally. If you forget a detail, you tell him the moment you remember. Everything no matter how irrelevant it may seem to you, you tell him.”

“Yes, sir.”

Joel looked out of the cage opposite and smiled. “I’ve got an idea for him next time he calls, M.”

“What’s that, sir?”

“I’ll suggest he send Omega a little app for his phone. One that’ll embed itself and utterly refuse to be deleted or disabled once activated. Record every call and allow master to review them.”

“What?!”

“Slaves have no privacy, Omega. None. Every single detail is laid bare. You’re property, remember. Think of it like this. It’ll protect you more from lying if he knows everything from the start.”

“Yes, sir. God it’s a lot to get used to isn’t it? I’ll do it though. I don’t want to screw my chances up here anymore than I already have.”

M nodded. “Good. Now I”

The cages unlocked.

“I was just about to say, I think it’s nearly time. Omega, wardrobe, vest, shorts and socks and get a set for Joel as well. Trainers are available down in the gym anyway.”

“Vest, sir?”

Joel smirked. “He’s English, you’ll get used to it. He just means tank top. Trainers are running shoes. Go.”

“Yes, sir.”

As Omega began rummaging in the closet, M untied me from the cage. He tapped something on his wristband but I’ve no idea what it was, then, down to the gym.

“Omega. Stand beside me, here. Tyson, heal.”

We stood in the middle of the court again as the slaves filtered in.

Omega looked at us shocked. “How the… How many sir?”

“I did mention other slaves, Omega. And other dogs. We have two dogs right now and two of these volunteered to take on the suit for a while. Ah, here comes Slasher now. Slasher. Stand beside Tyson.”

Slasher bounded over, his tail wagging and sat on his haunches beside me. I sniggered to myself, he was really adjusting to the role. I wondered if he loved it as much as I did.

“I’d like you to welcome our newest potential recruit. Omega. Currently, as he’s young, a college student and room mate to the person who stole Tyson, he’s been granted an internship. He will be here most weekends and week nights and every vacation he can extricate himself from visiting his family. Now, begin.”

The slaves moved to the weights and machines and began their workouts. M led Omega to the closets at the back.

“Shoe size?”

“Eleven, sir.”

M grabbed two pairs, tossed one to Omega and one pair to Joel.

“Treadmill. Five miles. Begin. You can use the weight machines once you’re done. Tyson, Slasher, come.”

Leaving Omega to it, we went up to the rec room to find a blank and Sleazy waiting for us.

Again, lots of walking around the room and games of fetch. This time Sleazy was much steadier on his paws and even ran after the ball a few times, but it clearly wasn’t easy for him.

“Sir… Do you want to…” M pointed at Sleazy.

Joel nodded and went over to one of the tables, he sat. “Sleazy, come.”

While Joel repeated what he’d told Omega last night, we continued our game. I really was starting to like Slasher. We were almost kindred spirits in our dog suits. I began to look forward to having him as my pet.

As the slaves finished their workouts they all returned to their wet rooms downstairs and we hooked them up, left them to run through their washing cycles, returned to collect Omega and led him back to the first floor wet room.

Joel smirked. “Strip. It’s time for your clean out. The plugs up their arses are more than just for the tails by the way, you can watch these before I do you.”

As we took our positions, we froze as usual and Joel attached the pipes to our respective holes, turned on the machine and the pumping commenced.

“What… What’s happening?”

“The suits need a cleaning cycle daily. So do the slaves inside. Inside and out. Think of it as a shower and a douche. That’s what you’re getting now. Put these on.”

He tossed a set of ankle and wrist restraints to the newbie.

“Really? OK sir.” He put them on.

Then, something I’d not seen before. A couple of chains were pulled down from the ceiling and attached to the wrists. The ankles attached to mounting points on the floor. Then a winch and Omega was stretched out.

“What are you doing?!”

“I thought you’d experienced bondage.”

“Nothing like this!”

“Don’t you like it?”

“It’s… I… Can I tell you when we’re done?”

“Oh, yeah, of course.”

I’m glad I was facing in his direction for the next bit. The chastity was removed, the plug too, then a douche plug replaced it and one of the ass tubes from the ceiling plugged in. The cycle began with him. At the same time, another tube was fitted with a nozzle and soon, the slave was coated in a thick layer of foam.

Joel picked up a sponge and started scrubbing him all over.

“Oh god. I love this! And I get to do this every time I’m here?”

“Every day you’re here when not in a suit, yes. For your longer times you’ll do it just as they are. You’ll never take a normal shit again. No more straining, no more wiping.”

Finally, hosed down with clear water, the bowel pumping ended and drained away, Omega was put back into chastity, released from the spread eagle and tossed a towel.

I wondered how Joel handled his cleaning routine. Maybe there was a shower attachment and he could apply his own douche?

“How would you like to be mute for the rest of the day as these are?”

“Oh god, no voice?”

“Yes. Just like when you were in the suit.”

“Please.”

“Good, the longer and more often you do it, the easier it’ll be when you’re in for a longer time. Now bend over.”

Another plug inserted. I noticed this one was bigger than the one he’d removed. The metal attachment was locked back to the chastity holding the plug in place and Joel pointed Omega back to the cage room.

“Get dressed. I’ll get you tubed up and into your hood in a minute.”

Our cleaning cycles had just come to an end when he returned to release us too.

“M. Go and release the other slaves. What’ve they been ordered to do today?”

“Cleaning. Especially now we’ve got two sweaty humans in the gym rather than just one. One contingent of six slaves to clean the rec room, one lot to clean the gym, everything in there, one lot to clean the wet room and cells. It’ll take them all day.”

“And the other four?”

“Our blank, Alpha, he can assist in the shop today and make occasional visits to check on the quality of their work. Maybe take Sleazy out for walks a few times during the day too. Slasher’s coming with us, of course. That leaves one of them. It can stand on display if you like. You can ask for volunteers or pick one at random. Doesn’t matter to me. Don’t forget the factor fifty, sir.”

“I’ll do that. Thank you, M.”

“My pleasure, sir. We’ll wait in the rec room. When he comes to collect us, give us a call, sir.”

“Of course.”
* * * * *
Slasher on one side of M, me on the other with Omega locked into a leather hood and silenced, they played cards. We sat there for an hour before the call came that the van had arrived.

We made our way back up and I froze and backed away from the entrance as M tried to lead me through. Oh fuck. I hadn’t thought of that.

M looked back and nodded. “Understandable, you are the only one who’s experienced it, but trust me, I’d suffer the same punishment if it wasn’t safe. Do you think I’d willingly go in there if it was still on?”

Omega looked at M. Made a question mark.

“The building’s protected by an escape protocol, Omega. Slaves are not permitted near the exits, if they try, it hurts. A lot.”

He stepped back in shock. Started to spell. “R.e.a.l.l”

M seemed to deflate a little as he nodded. “Yes. He suffered an extreme torture when your friend stole him. It knocked him out for a long time. It was only eight at night when he was taken. He woke up in your frat house with sunlight shining through the window.”

Omega knelt by me and gave me another hug.

Standing at the entrance was a man in full army camouflage, peak cap and webbing included. He had a stern expression befitting a sergeant in the US army. He pointed us at the van with its side door open.

“In, slaves.”

M hopped in and sat on a bench on the side. Omega followed and we bounded in and sat between them. The door slammed shut, the engine roared and we were on our way.

Oh good. That means he’s got a mic.

“Do you have the flyers, sir?”

“Yes, M. We have one thousand of each in the back. I don’t know how many of those we’ll spread around but it’s good to have too many rather than too few.”

“What’s the plan?”

“Oh, you’ll find out but it’s going to be a very long day for all of us. Especially those two.”

“Oh, Tyson can handle it. I know that much. I’m sure Slasher will love it too.”

Slasher looked at me and cocked his head, obviously clueless as to what was to come.
* * * * *
Walking through Central Park in broad daylight, that was an experience like no other. Crowds gathered very quickly as we chased the ball or bone, fetched them back and then chased them again. Both going for the bone and then mock fighting over it, me grabbing the other end and having a tug-o-war.

All the time we were playing, Omega, the sergeant and M handed out flyers. He’d shown them to me before we began. One was the itinerary for the day. Where we’d be at what time. I didn’t get a chance to read that fully but I did note the final entry was ten at night and it wasn’t back at the store.

The other flyer was an advertisement for the store on one side and the announcement of a release of a new line of dog suits and accessories, coming soon. Available exclusively at Fetish Warehouse, Queens.

A few people started asking questions, one in full leather with a boy on a leash wearing a rubber t and leather jeans.

“Tyson, Slasher, come!”

We bounced over and sat beside M as the Master and slave examined us. I wagged my tail and the slave stared at me.

“Fuck me, sir. Did he just do that?”

I nodded, thought an excited thought and my tail shot up.

“How? Controller in the hand or something?”

I shook my head. M came to the rescue.

“No, the tail reflects the mood of the wearer. Sensors. Demonstrate fully, Tyson.”

I picked up a ball. I wagged, dropped it, thought of Bethan and the tail immediately sank between my legs.

“You’re a lucky boy aren’t you?”

My tail started wagging again.

“And you say it’s him we saw the recording of, running down those alleyways in Queens?”

“We wanted to make a sensation. We were close by if he ran into difficulties of course and he was carrying the cell phone so we could track him to ensure he couldn’t get lost.”

The slave stared at his armband. “Why are you Oh god, you’re gagged under that too?”

“Much more than gagged. Couldn’t even make a groan with what’s in me right now.”

“Sir. Can I? Oh fuck that looks hot.”

“We’ll see boy, we’ll see. Maybe if you’re exceedingly good you can have it as a Christmas present.”

“Thank you, sir.”

The Master studied the flyers. “And you say you’ll be at these places throughout the day? You’ll be inundated!”

“That’s the idea, sir.”

“I’ve never seen anything like this! It’s amazing! Is there anything more about that suit?”

“Yes. Quite a lot in fact. The tail, part of a plug. Removable core so you can clean your boy out every day. The core itself contains the power source and that can do a lot more than just power the tail and jaw. It provides electro-stimulation that can both punish and reward. It also powers this… Examine Tyson there more fully.”

“What?” The Master stroked me. He fondled. He even played with my junk a little. My tail went into hyper wag mode. No-one had touched my cock in what felt like months, well, apart from putting it into the chastity tube or this suit.

“So?”

M pointed the fob at me and I froze, solid.

“Now examine him. Perfect storage for a naughty dog. No way he can escape whatever fate you have in store for him when he’s utterly immobilised, sir.”

He examined me again. I didn’t feel anything this time but I assume he felt the same things.

“Fucking hell! It’s like he’s made of stone now!”

“There’s more too. The head, the feet… Long term wear, sir. You can attach hoses and clean him inside and out while frozen like that. The full delux package will be quite expensive however. One final thing too. This one does require the plug though. Examine the zip.”

He did so. I couldn’t tell what he was doing down there until he gave my tail a tug. OW!

“How…”

“The core unit locks in place around the zipper, sir. Unlocked with one of these.” he held up the fob. “It’s absolutely impossible to remove that suit without it. Very tough material, it can’t even be cut off.”

“And according to this flyer it can even restrict the boy’s hearing, ability to piss and see?”

“Yes, sir. The goggles can be blackened, there’s a tube up his penis that seals and an accessory, noise cancelling earplugs so he can only hear what this says.” He held up the other armband for him to examine.

“And that?”

“Similar to this one but with only dog training phrases and the ability to pre-program dog names, sir.”

M demonstrated. He unfroze me and started tapping on the other armband.

“Tyson. Stand.”

I stood.

“Roll over.”

Of course, I rolled over.

“Play dead.”

I collapsed to my side and twitched a little.

“Heal.”

I scrambled back up and stood by his side.

“Sit.”

I sat.

“Beg.”

I got up on my knees and held my paws forward.

“Very good boy.”

I shuddered with pleasure.

“When you say long term wear…”

“He’d been in that suit for four days by the time those videos were recorded of him running across Queens, sir. We partially released him so he could communicate but he requested another week in the suit, so we sealed him back in. He’s not been out of that now for almost a week, sir. What’s more, he won’t be out of it until Wednesday.”

“Well, we’ll certainly be at the grand finale. Come boy.”

The two wandered off, the leash ensuring the slave followed, much as he seemed a little reluctant to.

M threw the ball again and we both bounded after it, jumping on each other, rolling around in pure doggy delight. Half way to where the ball had come to a rest…

“Oh my god.”

I froze and skidded to a halt on the grass. It was almost as if my suit was solid.

“Adam, is that you?”

I turned in shock.

“I’m terribly sorry, ma’am… But… Adam who? My name is M.”

I bolted back to M’s side or tried to.

“I’ve seen that face before. Those goggles. That mouth… thing…”

I was halfway back when I was knocked off my feet as Slasher pounced, obviously thinking this was still part of the game.

Not NOW slasher, for fuck’s sake!

“Seen… How? None of these suits have seen the… Oh dear lord. Tell me, please. Who is this Adam?”

The moment I was back on my feet, I turned on him, grabbed his tail, gave it an extra hard yank, bolted back to M and sat by her side, staring up at her.

She looked confused.

“Adam was my Master. A couple of weeks ago, he saw a suit, tried it on and ended up enslaved. His new master gave us one final conversation over Skype a few days later. He could only type but he showed me the suit. Oh fuck it looked amazing.”

“I was afraid something like this might happen.”

“What do you mean?”

“My master is the owner of the shop, the one we’re promoting today.” He handed her the leaflets. “We’ve only been open three weeks but four weeks ago, while we were still fitting the shop out, three suits were stolen. I assume to order because they didn’t just take the suits. They took all the accessories required to make living in one permanently possible. And the suits they took were the permanent type.”

“How can a store like yours have those things?”

“My master designed the suits. He’s the only person who knows how to make them. They’re not to be used flippantly madam and they’re not for sale. It’s a life changing decision, but my Master sees the store as an ideal place to recruit new slaves once in a while. Of course the potential recruits have to be thoroughly checked, background, personality and capability. Only those who pass a background check are granted the honour of wearing a temporary suit. It may take months or even years before they’re granted a permanent one. This was my reward for such service five years ago.”

She stared at him. I nuzzled her hand and she absently stroked me.

“Five?”

“When my Master says permanent he doesn’t lie, madam and trust me, I’d never want it any other way.”

“Can I feel it? It must be awesome!”

“Of course. The dog is made of the same material. He certainly seems to like you.”

She glanced down and smiled.

“What’s he called?”

“Tyson, madam.”

“Hello, Tyson.”

My tail wagged, oh god did it wag.

She started stroking me properly. I rolled over onto my back and stuck my legs in the air so she could stroke my belly, tickle me.

“You are a lucky bastard aren’t you? Oh god what I wouldn’t give to try one of those.” She looked up at M. “I’d love to take one permanently.”

“Yes. I’m afraid we only made male suits, madam. My master tried working on a female one but it was never satisfactory. The temporary suits never worked so it wasn’t worth the effort to make a permanent version. Could’ve been a very unpleasant death for a woman in one of those. I suppose I could put it to him that a bitch suit may be possible though.”

“How?”

“Well the dog isn’t permanent. Tyson, stand.”

I rolled over and back onto my paws.

“As you can see, there’s a zip. It’s made of the same material as my suit, but in that case the material was pre-treated before the suit was finished. In its untreated state it’s very flexible. These suits are entered through the mouth. After treatment. Well, you can see it feels like rubber.”

“A little like rubber but the best rubber I’ve ever felt or seen!”

“You’ve got to wear it to believe it madam. A suit like no other.”

“But what about Adam?”

“Well, it’s pretty obvious whoever stole those suits also took him. I just hope his Master is as good as mine. How are you coping? Were you a permanent slave? Did he leave you abandoned?”

“His Master had him sign a will. I found it in the mailbox last week. He left me everything. He said his yacht was going to be wrecked, to account for his disappearance.”

“I just hope he learns, madam. Being a slave is an experience like no other but it’s not for everyone.”

She nodded glumly. “He was pleading with me to tell him how before our Skype session ended. He’ll get there. I just hope he gets there in time.”

“I’ll report this news to my Master. I very much doubt this additional information will lead us any closer to the culprit though, but thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Could I try one on? If I visit your store?”

“Of course. But they’re not for sale and you would look a little odd with an empty cock sheath dangling between your legs. The human suits are for the exclusive use of my Master but the dog suits are currently in the final stages of development and as you can see, they’re very well made. Before you ask, yes, the tail is cued to the dog’s most basic emotions. It reacts to how they feel. The jaw is also controlled in a similar manner.”

She knelt and started stroking me again. Oh god, you’ve got no idea how tempted I was to hump her leg right then.

“Goodbye Tyson. I might see you in the store sometime.” One final pat on the head and she was gone.

I sank down to my stomach with my chin on my paws and sighed contentedly.