New Beginnings

Chapter 8

10/9/12 Sometime past 7 pm*

Hairless

The mutt didn’t eat lunch, it just sipped its water in between sobs. It not eating doesn’t bother me right now because eventually its animal instincts will kick in and it’ll be hungry and ravenous before the end of next week just like the last pup. 

But I will say the amount of time it spends sleeping does concern me. The last pup, hardly slept, it kept making noises and did everything in its power to escape but this one so far just sleeps when not bothered. I suppose it’s it mind protecting it or it’s just adjusting to the fact that it spent only 6 to 5 hours sleeping in its human life and its body is catching up. Either way, I know the mutt still has fighting energy. 

I entered the re-education room, and wake it up with a gentle kick of my boot. It looks at me defiantly as usual, as it arouses. “Time for your haircut.”  I tell it, and it starts trying to shake its head no but the collar prevents it and all I get is a loud unintelligible sound through its drooling ball gag,

“Mmmmmppppphhhhhh!!” 

“I know, but you’re no longer Zac now.”

“MMMMMMMMMPPPPPHHHH” 

It starts moving away from me, chains clanging on the floor as it does so. I save a level 3 shock for it when it’s time for it to get in the chair.  

The chair itself is a safety restraint chair that American officers use for unruly prisoners. So much of the policing gear and prisoner restraints in the states does come off as erotic and bdsm lite. It’s a great source of inspiration for me and the other men in my group who own pets.

I pull the chair out from behind the plastic and also a standing mirror. I put it in the middle of the room and look toward the mutt. It’s crying and taking in heavy breathes, then our eyes meet and it quickly turns away as if I’ll vanish if it does. 

Hairless II

No,no, no, why is this happening…I’m a good person

Every part of my body hurts, and being electrocuted only added to my woes. I want the chains off, this ball out, and this neck brace type collar. I just want to give up and not fight it, but I know if I do, my family plus Angie won’t see me again. And if extreme pain means getting home I’ll endure it, besides this man has to have an emotional weakness and I just have to find it and exploit.

Now I have to endure losing my hair, one of the many qualities Angie loved about me. She loves running her hands through it and when I return home it’ll be weeks before she can. But I won’t let the man have any fun shaving it off. *Don’t let up, give him hell*

Hairless III

I unhook the mutts chain and pull it towards the chair and unsurprisingly it tries not to move, it grips its feet (in socks) onto the concrete ground and manages to create some tension between me and the chain but I have no time for the mutts antics and I pull out my remote and give it a level 3 shock. And like before , it lets out muffled screams and falls down convulsing and contorting itself. *dumb mutt being so dramatic* I ignore its pain and drag it to the chair and sit it in it.  

I unchain its arms and place them on the arm rest quickly  and secure those in place, along with its ankles, shoulders and waist. It’s immovable and I leave it be while I go get my cordless shaver. 

Once I return I take a good look at it in the mirror, its dry-wet snot nose still caked in blood from earlier, its red shot eyes and the endless drool dripping and soaking its  collar and jumper. Perfection! I remove the ball gag, it coughs and spits up more spit, its collar and jumper catching it all. It then starts to  speak, “Sir, you don’t have to do this…please..I can.” I put my hand firmly over his mouth and hope it doesn’t bite, “Ssssshhhh my dear mutt, I promise you’ll get used to it and after while it’ll be normal and you won’t think twice…better yet you won’t think at all.”  It sniffled a bit and started crying and I let go avoid its snot and spit. It then let out a blubbering “fuck you” and started bucking itself against its restraints….

SIGH

With my cordless razor in one hand I go back behind the plastic and grab a roll of plain duct tape (I’m saving my heavy grade industrial use duct tape for lessons) and head back over to it and without setting down the electric razor, I wrap the tape around its mouth, it’s crying now muffled again. I drop the roll and turn on the razor bzzzzzz.

The buzzing makes it tense for a sec and then it desperately returns trying to buck against the restraints harder but the straps stay in place. 

“Here we go…” I start on the left side of its head in the front, bzzzzz and down drops the first of his black locs. Those green eyes watch them fall and it just muffles loudly and incoherently tries to say words. 

Bzzzzzz 

I move faster with the electric razor and after two min, half of its hair is gone. Those green eyes still watching helplessly as its hair disappears. 

bzzzzzz bzzzz bzzz

It’s gone. Its hair is completely gone. The only thing left is its eyebrows and a shave with the a protective razor with special hair cream that prevents hair growth for weeks.  

As I move to the eyebrows, its loud muffled sobs get louder as it realizes what is happening…..

Eyebrows

I don’t recognize this person…fuck not my eyebrows…you sick fuck and now I’m really unrecognizable….There’s so much anger building up in me now. He’s bigger than me and much stronger and he holds all the power and I’m just a weak person….then I stop myself No negative self talk and I just scream into the tape….

Welcome

I left the mutt in the chair to dwell on its new look and to scream/moan into the tape as much as it wanted, while I went to put the final touches on its new home in the barn basement. It’s a windowless but ventilated room and it’s the size of an average American cell. The floor and walls are padded like in a psychiatric facility to prevent any mutt from any easy “escapes” that come from physical hurt like that of a friend who’s kidnapped mutt of four weeks managed to bash in its head on the concrete flooring where he kept it…It bled out during the night…I refused to let my mutts have that option. I decide if it dies… 

Also in the room is an old grey twin size feather stuffed mattress and a green wool blanket that itches at times. Maybe when it’s well trained it’ll get a much softer blanket and maybe a nice used pillow.

For its bodily needs, there’s a white bucket that sits on a foam plastic sheet and beside the bucket is its grey shirt it wore on the night of its new beginning, that’s to be used as a wipe. I’ll have it dump its waste every week into a special septic tank hole. 

As for the rest of the room, there’s O tie rings attached to the back wall for me to attach its wrist or waist to. The lighting in the room is a special LED light in the middle of the ceiling. I can control the lighting and mimic the sun raising if I ever want to mess with its head, but for now it stays on bright. Last but not least there’s cameras in each corner of the ceiling (audio/sound included) and a speaker where I can speak to it if needed.   The only thing left to add is its water feeder.

It looks welcoming for it…

Breathe

10/10/12 Past Midnight 

The top of my head burns still from the cream he used What the fuck was in that stuff  and my head pounds from the shocks. As much as I tell myself it’s better to lose your hair than your life, it doesn’t erased the fact as I look in the mirror, four days ago, Has been four days? It feels like a month I was happy and free..not this shaved, snot nosed, piss pants (I wet myself again) slobbering mess who’s at the mercy at some perverted  psycho who thinks he can make you into some dog…how does that work exactly and that part scares me…Please let the police find me before I find out  I then take a few deep breaths before I have another mini panic attack…breathe, breathe