2018-06-28 - spike - The New Shop 66

Author: spike
Title: The New Shop 66
Date: 28 June 2018

Chapter 66
There was a lull. I don’t know what time it was but I assumed it must be due to being around about lunchtime, but during that lull, a man did show up and immediately walked up to the counter.

“Hello, sir. I… heard my background check had completed and I’d been accepted?”

Sarge’s voice was accompanied with the sound of paper rustling. “What’s your name?”

“Dominic. Dominic Harris.”

“Ah… Here we are… One of the ones forwarded to us by Luke?”

“Luke? Oh, the bartender? Yes.”

“And you understand what happens when you give yourself to us?”

“The suit I tried on becomes a part of me temporarily until I’ve proved myself. I train with other slaves and if accepted, I become the property of master Q and transfer to his home?”

“Yes, there’s a little more to it than that, but… You do understand what you’re doing?”

“Of course! I’m not an idiot!”

“You realise you’ll never see your family or friends again?”

“I know. I’ve always been a loner. Why are you trying to talk me out of it?”

“I’m not sir, it’s just the timing. It is less than a week before thanksgiving.”

The potential new blank took a step back in shock. “Shit, I forgot about fuckin’ thanksgiving. Thanks, sir! I suppose I should see what family I have before I vanish… Just one last time.”

Sarge sounded amused. “No problemo. I understand your eagerness, but it’s always a good idea to remind people about such things. Biggest family event of the year, after all. Some even see it as bigger than Christmas.”

He nodded. “Thank you, sir. Reminding me like that makes me feel even better about what I’m going to do. I certainly feel you’re trustworthy.”

“And before, the person you talked to, you didn’t feel that?”

His eyes widened and he shook his head. “No! No, I didn’t mean… Sorry, sir. I just meant…” He sighed. “Sorry, sir. I do have a bad habit of putting my foot in it when it comes to giving compliments. Please, don’t take offence.”

“Don’t worry. I know what you meant. My master does care about his property. One man who’s given himself over to Q this week has already been permitted to continue outside for a few months so he can run his finances into the ground before joining us. You may wish to consider that too.”

He chuckled. “What finances? I’ll see you in just over a week, sir. Thank you.” and with that, he ran out of the store.

A few more normal customers, then another who walked straight to the desk. This one had a worried expression.

“Can I help you, sir?”

“I’ve come about Muttley. I waited at the pick up point but instead of my friend, I received this.”

He held a sheet of paper up.

“And that is?”

He unfolded it and began to read.

“John,
I said I might. I have. Don’t worry about me. My pin is 4526. My advice, drain my account. The money’s yours now. Use it well. Use it to enter yourself into the next race, to buy yourself a dog suit. Trust me. It’s the most amazing experience you’ll ever have. I hope once you’ve experienced it, you’ll understand. You may even make the same choice I have. You’ll never see my face again. It’s possible you may see me again though.

Chris.”

“Ah… That.”

“Can I talk to him? Please, I want to talk him out of it. It’s too big a step, lifetime slavery. He has a life!”

“Seems to me, he’s found a better one, sir.”

“Look, where is he?”

“He has given himself to my master, sir. He’s exchanged the temporary suit he was issued with to take part in the race for a permanent one.”

“Shit! So soon?”

“Trust me sir, he’s had well over two weeks to make the decision. My master was pleased of course. He’s rewarded him for his gift. He’s going to take part in the next two races.”

“Please, let me speak to him.”

“I will need to seek permission from my master, sir. Yes, before you ask, I too am a slave. Wait here. Beta!”

Again, Beta appeared in my field of vision.

“Beta, I’ll be in the back.”

Beta tapped away on his armband. “Yes, sir. Oh, sir?”

“Yes?”

“Can you leave the headset on the counter, sir? Without it, I can’t hear the customers. Fortunately, when you released Fang, his master had one so with an adjustment, I could hear him.”

“Oh! Damn, sorry, Beta. I didn’t think.”

John stepped up to Beta, looked him up and down. “That suit… Is… Is that what he’ll be spending the rest of his life like?”

Beta nodded. “Yes, sir. Almost identical to this one. This is a temporary version but I am committed to being in this for two years. For him, there is no way to remove it now. He belongs to master Q and his suit is utterly impossible to remove.”

“Oh god! Oh fucking hell! Why? Why would he”

Beta held up his hand. “Until you’ve experienced it, you can’t know just how good this life can be, sir. You must know how good the suit feels, you were his handler.”

“I admit, feeling him, fondling him… It felt amazing but”

“Think about that feeling now. Not just stroking it but it covering every inch of your skin. Every hair on your body gone and this… Now, think about that.” He pointed at the dog display.

“It can’t be that good!”

“Oh trust me, sir. It is. I took part in that race, sir.”

“But you’re still in a temporary one.”

“Yes, but I was already a slave before I put this on. I’ve served my master for years. This was his reward. I chose the duration and what’s more, when that time’s up, I may very well exchange it for a permanent one. I take it the idea of total power exchange has never appealed to you?”

“Oh god, I don’t think I could handle that. I’m more… well, my profile’s always said 50/50. I like being bound, true. Even a little roleplay as a slave but I’ve always held my limits firm.”

“And what are they? You’re limits?”

“Anything goes, apart from blood, scat, fisting and unsafe. No marks. No” he sighed. “Nothing permanent.”

“Well you know if you take part in a race it isn’t permanent, sir. Unless you request it later.”

Suddenly, a new voice, the default one used by the armband. “Beta. Take him to the case. I’ll be there in a minute with the laptop.”

Beta nodded. “If you’d care to walk this way, sir.” They left my field of vision.

“God, that is a nice bondage suit, but why show it to me?”

“What the… Oh god, it’s…”

“Yes, sir. What’s more, he requested it. One of our little secrets here, sir. Many of the mannequins are slaves and they all enjoy standing on display.”

“What’s he twitching like that for if they like it?”

“He said, Hello, John. I see you got my note.”

“Chris? Oh fucking hell, Chris! What the hell have you done?”

“He said, I don’t know why you’re so shocked. I did say I might give myself to them if I got the chance.”

“How do I know that’s what he said?”

“Don’t worry, sir. Ah… Here he comes now. Sarge has the laptop. I’ll hold it for you.”

“So, I need to type”

“No, sir. He does. The sign language is quite easy to pick up but for simplicity’s sake and to remove my need to translate…”

The laptop’s voice then. “He’s telling you the truth, John. Do it. Join us! Be a dog in the next race. God I hope you fall in love with it the way I have.”

“What’s to love? Fuck me, you can’t even talk!”

“Of course I can. What do you think I was just doing? Just cos I can’t use my voice doesn’t mean I can’t talk. It’s a small price to pay for what we get. Beta and the sarge here can let you try on a temporary suit. You could even wear it for the rest of the day if you liked. That dog over there. That’s a customer.”

“I… no commitment? No obligations?”

“Of course not. You don’t get taken, you have to willingly volunteer to become someone’s property. Only difference between this and other masters is, this one, there’s no backing out but it has to be your choice!”

“I’m not sure about”

“Please, Chris. I want… I need you to understand my decision and the only way you will is to experience it for yourself. As they said to that customer down there, there are two routes of entry into the races. Enter yourself or give yourself. I did the first and when I realised how good it was, I did the second too. No need for you to do that.”

Chris sighed again. “Alright. OK, I’ll try the suit.”

“And the dog?”

“And the dog too.”

“Now?”

“OK, OK. Suit me up. For fuck’s sake!”

“Haha… Sir? This one… I wouldn’t worry about using the plug. I know for a fact, he can take it. Give him the full dog experience. He won’t even need that spray.”

The sarge’s voice then. “Are you sure, blank? He did say one of his limits was fisting.”

“Oh, fisting might be a limit but I’ve shoved a fair few big things up there in the past, sir.”

“Why are you talking about plugs? What’s so special about a plug?”

The laptop spoke again. “That customer has no tail, Chris. His jaws are locked shut too. With plug in place, all the suit’s features unlock. Fuck me it’s amazing, you’ve got to see for yourself.”

“OK. Plug me too. As long as it’s lubed I’ll be fine.”

“Beta, shop. Follow me, sir. Look at it this way, sir. Once you’ve learned to walk, you’ll have a playmate. We’ll play fetch with you too.”

Another I don’t know how long and then. “Now, look in the mirror and think of something… scary.”

“Yes. That’s right. Now a happy thought. Good. Now, open your jaw. You’ve got it.” The artificial voice followed. “Good dog. Heal.”

Another stumbling dog entered my field of vision. This one, wagging up a storm.

“I think I’ll name you… Tramp?”

The tail shot up and then sank between his legs.

“Ah, not so keen on that one? Sherman? Killer? Bullet? You… Very well, that name will stick. If you chose to enter yourself in the races, Bullet it is. You do have something to aim for with a name like that. Now, I’m sorry about this, sir, but, I forgot to ask you before applying the tubing. What time do you wish to be released from the dog. I’ll go and ask your friend what time you need to be in work.”

The tail shot up and sank between his legs again.

Sarge left my field of vision and returned a minute later with a wide grin.

“Your friend says you don’t need to be in work until Tuesday morning. We’ll release you Monday. When on Monday, I haven’t decided yet.”

The dog looked left and right and took a step back as if trapped, which of course, he was.

“Trust me, sir. If you only remain in the suit a few hours, you just play in the store. Remain in it for the rest of the weekend and tonight, we’ll take you to our training complex. You’ll get to see your friend’s new home. You’ll see the reason he made his decision and one day is nothing in one of those dogs. Every slave who took part spend ten days as a dog last time in preparation for and completion of the race. Including Beta there.”

Beta knelt and stroked him. “I know, I know. It’s a shock to have something like this forced onto you, boy, but trust us. Once you’ve experienced it, you’ll want more. Your friend’s even offered to pay for your entry into the event and your own suit. You do need to see where we live and this is the best way.”

The dog seemed to deflate a little, the tail left its hiding place and swayed slowly from side to side. Not exactly a wag but certainly getting there.

“Sir, can you give him a very good boy?”

“Very good boy.”

The dog staggered, the tail shot up. He shook his head in what I could only assume was shock and the tail went into overdrive again.

“I thought you’d like that. Now go on. Find your paws, boy.”

He nodded and both dogs began walking around the store together.

More customers, and this time, the two dogs certainly garnered attention, some of it unwanted. When one pulled his tail he leapt a foot into the air and bolted to the other side of the store.

“What the… What’s wrong with him?”

Sarge chuckled. “What happens when you pull a real dog’s tail, sir? It hurts.”

Beta nodded. “God you’ve got no idea how much it hurts. All part of being a dog though.”

“God, those things are amazing!”

Beta nodded and pointed to the display. The man wandered over and stared in awe at the video. He was still there, watching it for over an hour. I hadn’t actually looked at it properly myself for a while. Was the whole series running?

It was then that Omega appeared. He stood, a look of hunger in his eyes as he watched the two canines.

I tapped.

“What is it eleven?”

Two taps, then six. Then I tapped out “DOG.”

“Omega. It’s your turn, it seems. You can thank eleven for telling me.”

Omega rushed over to the counter. “I get to be a dog, sir? Oh god, finally! I’ve been wanting this for weeks, sir, but things kept getting in the way!”

“Yes, I understand, but now is the time. You understand how long”

“Yes, sir. I’ll be a dog until I have to return to classes on Monday, sir.”

“How did the game go?”

He sighed. “We won. That means the weekend after thanksgiving, it’s another away game.”

“Come on through. We’ll get you kitted out. Have they given you a name yet?”

“Not yet, sir.”

“I’ll put you into the dog before I name you. Let your tail decide.”

The name he wagged at… Bomber. The sarge had a bit of a flare for picking dog names, it seemed. Of course, most of the ones he offered were military based. Should be less surprised.

The moment our newest dog emerged, he wobbled over to the other two dogs and then all three padded to the far end of the store. As soon as they were out of sight, the sarge turned off M’s case and pointed towards the elevator.

M nodded, collected his armband from behind the counter and rushed away. 3PM already?

Apart from M returning to his case some time later, nothing more of note happened.

More customers and three dogs showing improvements each time they passed me, but apart from that… Where the hell was Nipper? As time wore on and still no sign of him, I began get worried. I’d taken on board what he’d said. His need to be out because he had a job. His hatred of the lack of voice.

Moonbeam and Diablo, I wasn’t concerned about. It was up to Beth or his handler when they were released but…

I tapped during the next lull.

“Eleven?”

Two taps. Six. “S.i.r… W.h.a.t… t.i.m.e… i.s… i.t?”

“Just after twenty hundred hours, eleven. Why?”

“S.i.r… N.i.p.p.e.r… a.n.d… B.u.s.t.e.r… s.i.r…”

“What about them?”

“O.n.e… h.a.s… w.o.r.k… M.o.n.d.a.y… a.n.d… t.h.e… o.t.h.e.r… i.s… h.i.s… m.a.s.t.e.r.s… c.a.r.e.r… s.i.r…”

“Err.”

“M.a.y.b.e… t.h.e.y… d.o.n.t… k.n.o.w… w.e.r.e… c.l.o.s.e.d… t.o.m.o.r.r.o.w…”

“What about Moonbeam and Diablo?”

“T.h.e… o.t.h.e.r… t.w.o… d.o.n.t… m.a.t.t.e.r… T.h.e.y… c.o.u.l.d… r.e.m.a.i.n… d.o.g.s… f.o.r… a… w.e.e.k… s.i.r.”

“Good thought. Fuckin’ good thought. I’ll call their masters now.”

I smiled as the ringing sounded… well, as much as I could smile. He’d put it on speaker.

“Hello?”

“Hello, could I speak to Xander Richter?”

“Speaking.”

“Hello, sir. The sarge here. You may remember me from such videos as the race finish line. I was the one who trained the dogs, sir.”

“Jesus! What brought this on? Did he misbehave? Oh god if he”

“What? Oh! Oh no, nothing like that, sir. He did inform me that he has a job, sir. It’s getting late in the day and I noted the lack of his appearance some time ago.”

“Yes. Quite frankly it’s like a breath of fresh air. My boy usually has trouble shutting up for more than five minutes. I’ve just been relishing in it. Why the call though?”

“As I said, he told me he has work Monday, sir.”

“So?”

“Well he can’t go like that, sir… Unless his employer’s got some very liberal ideas at least. We close at ten, sir. We don’t open again until ten on Monday morning.”

“Oh fuck? Really?! Oh well, it was nice while it lasted.”

“You have the suit as a threat, sir. I agree, a boy should be seen and not heard. Use it. Tell him if he ever speaks out of turn again you’ll book his final vacation days and he’ll spend them silenced forcefully.”

“Yes… Yes, I suppose I have been too easy on him. He does need to learn. Thank you… err...”

“You can call me Rob, sir. Everyone here just calls me the sarge, feel free to choose.”

“I’ll be there in less than an hour.”

The phone rang again and a different voice answered.

“Hello, sir. The Sarge here. It’s about Buster…”

“Sarge?”

“Yes, sir. If you prefer you could call me Rob. I thought I’d better inform you, if you want your boy out of the suit”

“No, no. I decided to keep him like this for a while. I like it. I’m even getting to grips with this sign language he’s picked up.”

“Really, sir? But he informed me he was your care giver, sir.”

“Yes. That is correct. He’s quite capable of fulfilling his duties as he is.”

“Very well, then, sir. I phoned to inform you in case you wanted him out because we don’t open again until Monday at ten, sir.”

“He has no need to leave the house until at least this time next week. We’re fully stocked up on supplies and anything we do need I can order out.”

“Just out of curiosity… How do you care for him while suited?”

“He’s quite capable of caring for himself. He can attach his own hoses, mix his own food. He has had a few interesting things to say though. I may drag him along during the week to talk to someone there about that.”

“Oh?”

“Oh, god. He wrote a three page essay on how amazing the race was to take part in and suggested I might be able to also. He even said you might find a way for me to communicate while in one of those suits. The idea is quite appealing, not being confined to this fucking chair. Being able to get around under my own steam again.”

“It may not be me you speak to but I’ll be sure to tell Alpha to expect you if it isn’t.”

“Thank you.”

“No, sir. Thank you. Goodbye. Lucky you alerted me, eleven.”

I tapped once.

Nipper and his master arrived some time later. I assume an hour. It walked behind its master at a respectful three feet.

“You’re Rob?”

“Yes, sir? And this is Nipper? Come on through to the back. Let’s get you out of it. Have you brought his clothes, sir?”

“Of course.” The master held up a bag.

“Very well. Snapper! Come. It’s time we got you to out of that too.”

The master smiled as the dog padded around from behind one of the cases. “Another one?”

“Three, sir. Although, this one’s just a customer. He asked to try it after seeing the display there. He’s been in it now for eight hours. Feel free to play fetch with the other two.”

“Thanks… I think I might.”

As those three left my field of vision, he did just that. They’d definitely found their paws. Even Bomber began to increase his pace. He wasn’t quite at running speed yet but he was definitely getting there. Bullet on the other hand bolted for the ball. He did have trouble stopping though and slammed into the wall the first time. He shook himself, collected it and padded back to the master.

Then a voice. The voice of Snapper. “Jesus Christ that’s the weirdest experience I’ve ever… Could I do that again?”

“Of course, sir.”

“Could I do it for longer? God, when you said he’d be in it until Monday… Did you plan that?”

“It was his friend’s idea. He wants him to understand. To enter himself into the next race, sir.”

The voice sounded nervous now. It stumbled over its words a little.

“I… How… Err… I’d like to take you up on the offer, next time, sir. The full weekend, sir. As long as possible.”

“Do you have any family business next weekend? Thanksgiving?”

“No. We’re not on speaking terms. I’ve not seen them in years and I’m more than happy never to see them again.”

“You will require the plug if you spend more than a day in it, sir. It has a removable core that allows us to flush you out. Also, the gag you wore wasn’t complete. The tubing wasn’t either but for longer term wear it’s necessary.”

“What do you mean?”

“Observe. This boy’s been in that suit now for over three weeks.”

“Good god! Really?”

“Yes, sir. Now watch.”

Beta’s voice then. “Sir, can you select all on your headset. I can’t hear you.”

“Is this better?”

“Much, sir. Thank you. What…”

“What did I say? Those two seem a little inexperienced? They can’t have been in the races, can they?”

“No, sir. The one called Bullet came here today enquiring about Muttley, the dog he entered. Well, the dog entered himself but Bullet acted as his handler. Muttley’s one of us now. Bomber gave himself to my Master some time ago but it’s the first opportunity he’s had to experience the dog, sir.”

The master chuckled. “I see. Will they be in the next?”

“I imagine Bullet will. It depends on the timing of the races for Bomber though. He’s a student. He has his studies and my master demands he complete those before being taken fully.”

“A sensible approach. How much is entry for a dog who’s taken part before?”

“I think it’s considerably less expensive, sir. The first time, the suit was included as part of the entry fee but you have that now. I’ll…“ Beta crossed my view to get behind the counter. “Here it is, sir. First entry, one thousand dollars, subsequent entries, seven fifty, sir. I believe he’s earned you enough for the next time he can race, sir.”

“Earned?”

“He came third among the outsiders, sir. Six dogs entered themselves or were entered by their masters. The rest of the field belonged to my master. Here, sir.”

The hand appeared holding another envelope and the master took it and ripped it open. He smiled.

“And this race will be available soon? As another series?”

“Yes, sir. I can’t say when. It only ended a few days ago and such things take a lot of editing. I imagine the trailer for the next season will be available soon though.”

The master nodded and tossed the ball again.

There was a loud gargling sound and next voice to emerge was an unfamiliar one.

“Jesus that was awesome! Thanks sir. Oh god I can’t wait to tell him. I want… I…” A deep breath followed. “I want to do that again but I’m glad I won’t be able to for another few months because I hated not being able to speak but I loved that race. One of those wolves caught me twice… Or two of those wolves caught me once each. Escaped a couple of times too. That fur was amazing. I didn’t”

“Boy! You need to control that motormouth of yours. If I hadn’t called, you would’ve been stuck in that suit for another two days, only able to be released on Monday. Why? Because your master appreciated the silence.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. He’s often ordered me to shut up, sir.”

“A slave should only speak when spoken to. Show him that respect from now on because he now has something to threaten you with.”

“Shit, you mean”

“Yes. And it was my suggestion. He wholeheartedly agreed. Unless it’s something urgent, zip it.”

The voice took on a much glummer tone. “Yes, sir.”

“Good, now take these, go to your master and get dressed. The store closes in half an hour.”

All three returned to the counter, the customer in his street clothes, the boy who had been Nipper immediately got dressed.

“Sir? Permission to speak, sir?”

“Fuck me! This is new!”

“Yes, sir. The sarge told me about your threat, sir. About putting me back into the suit, sir.”

He chuckled. “Thank you, Rob. Much appreciated. Very well, what did you want to say, boy? And keep it short.”

“Can I tell you about it, sir?”

“Actually. No. I don’t want any spoilers until after I’ve seen the race on video. All of it.”

“But that might be wee” the boy looked at his master, then at his boots. “Yes, sir.”

“Good. Now come, you still have that ironing to do for me before tomorrow morning.”

Sarge and the customer watched their backs as they left the store.

“How much is that plug training set? I heard it was painful without a trained ass?”

“Yes. Very, for a couple of days, normally. The tubes also can cause discomfort.”

“Really? I didn’t feel anything?”

“The spray numbs the throat for insertion. That usually lasts a few hours. Not even a tickle at the end?”

“Nope. I suppose I” he grinned. “I’m just a talented deep throater, I suppose.”

“Yes, that would do it. The training set costs a hundred and fifty, sir. Top quality silicone plugs.”

“And if I were to wear one size up each day; that might be enough?”

“It should make things easier. I can’t say how much. The process normally takes a few weeks, I believe. Beta!”

Beta rushed over. “Yes, sir.”

“How long did it take you to train your ass?”

“Three weeks, sir. I wore the plugs twenty-four seven, only removing them to use the toilet, sir. I suppose I was being overly cautious, a week might be enough. If it isn’t it should make things easier.”

The customer nodded. “I’ll buy those. There’s no way I could afford even the suit itself. It’d take a year or more to save for everything but I’ll have the plugs and a bottle of lube.”

The sarge returned to his post and tapped away on the cash register. “That’ll be a grand total of… 160.99 plus tax, 175.28, sir.”

Bagged and paid for, he grinned and walked towards the exit. “I’ll see you, sir. Is Friday night alright?”

“You did say as long as possible, sir. More than alright. Release on Monday morning, sir? Or can you stretch to later for that too?”

“Hmmm. I… Are you open Thanksgiving, sir?”

“No, not Thanksgiving day. We’re open Friday and Saturday though.”

“My… Can I come Wednesday night?”

“Wednesday until Monday?”

“I might be able to book a couple more days off. Make a whole week of it. I’ll let you know.”