Training With Wolfie
By Karen Singer
On Thursday morning, Rosa sat on her back porch watching her two dogs playing in the yard. She really did enjoy watching them – more so because one of them was being forced to live as a dog by her. Once again, Brian hadn’t been called in to school to teach. Not once yet this week. She wasn’t concerned in the least about his rent. He didn’t know it, but more than likely if he came into any money and offered it to her, she wouldn’t take it. Not after what she had been putting him through. Not after forcing him to be a dog – against his will. He didn’t need to know that though. In fact, what would a dog ever need to know about finances? Or anything else that didn’t pertain to a dog’s world? She was trying her best to think of him more and more as only a dog. He wasn’t yet to that point where she could really do it, but things were rapidly moving in that direction.
Since he didn’t get called into work again, her mind turned to the quirky little idea that she had been toying with all week. She still hadn’t come to a total decision about it yet, but it was looking more likely that she would. It wasn’t really fair to…Brian…but then, when did she ever worry about being fair with him? Certainly not when it came to forcing him into a new and unwanted life.
The telephone ringing inside made her get up and go in to answer it. “Hello?”
“Rosa. How are you?”
“Connie dear. “I’m fine. And you?”
“Still worrying about where I’m going to move to when the renovations start…which could be soon.”
Rosa chuckled. “Don’t worry. I’ll find you a place. But the place I really want you, is right next door to me. Although, to be honest, a lot of that is due to personal reasons. You are my best friend.”
“Awww. You too,” Connie replied. “Is Bobo there again today?”
“He and Wolfie are out in the yard right now,” Rosa told her.
“So he still hasn’t learned to stick up for himself.”
“Not yet. Not even yesterday when I took him out to see Tolliver.”
“You did? What for?”
“Why don’t you come over for lunch and I’ll tell you about it.”
“Sounds perfect!” Connie replied. “See you in a little while. Want me to bring anything…like something that Bobo can eat too?”
“No. Like Wolfie, the only thing Bobo will be getting for lunch is one of those big dog treats, and that’s it.”
Connie laughed. “I’ll bring more chicken…but just for us!”
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“So he didn’t put up any fuss at all when Tolliver did all that to him?”
“None,” Rosa confirmed as they sat on her back porch together. “But to be honest, I think he was too scared. He did show some signs of resistance as I was trying to take him out of the house, but that was about the only time. And one single swat from that old worn-out piece of newspaper was all it took to get him moving – right out the door!”
“Geez!” Connie replied as she shook her head. “He just doesn’t have it in him, does he.”
“Not from anything I’ve seen yet. I keep trying though. And believe it or not, despite how much I’m enjoying doing this to him, I keep hoping he will find a bit of nerve.”
“He better find that nerve fast then,” Connie replied. “If I know Tolliver, he’s probably so fascinated with your little project that he can’t put it down. Which means he’ll finish it sooner rather than later.”
“No doubt!” Rosa agreed. “But to be honest, there really is a lot of work he’s going to have to put into this. Quite a bit. And I have no doubt it’s going to take even him quite a while.”
“But still,” Connie said, “he is working on it already, and every day is going to bring things that much closer. If you’ve set Bobo’s time limit on when that stuff gets put on him, then his days of being normal are growing smaller.”
Rosa looked at Connie. “Maybe more so than you think.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve been…considering something,” she said. “Something that probably isn’t fair to…Brian…but still, I’m strongly leaning in that direction. In fact, the more I think about it, the more likely I think I’m actually going to do it.”
“Brian hasn’t been called for any teaching jobs this week at all. Yet! He still has tomorrow when they might call, but I seriously doubt his phone will ring at all. Not only do they not call him very often for jobs, but since it’s almost the end of the school year, I’m betting that most teachers make an extra effort to be there every day. But what I’m considering is…if he doesn’t get called in to one of the schools tomorrow, then I’m going to keep him here as Bobo from now on. I won’t be letting him go home anymore, and of course, he’s going to have to get used to being Bobo pretty much permanently.”
“Unless he finally decides to stick up for himself,” Connie added. “Or are you removing the time limit too and just making it permanent right away?”
“No. He’s still got until Tolliver’s things are ready. But if he’s not going to get called into work anymore, and in truth, he didn’t get very many calls to begin with, then I see no sense in letting him go home. He’s not doing anything over there at night anyway. He might as well start spending that time right here…as Bobo.”
“I don’t know whether to feel sorry for him, or laugh, or both.”
“Both!” Rosa replied with a shrug. “This all started out as me trying to teach him that he’s too much of a wimp to stick up for himself in any way at all. But…somewhere along the way, I got a bit to fascinated with it. And now…now I’ve not only committed a small fortune to Tolliver for his help, but I’m finding myself overly fascinated with just the thought of what I’ve forced him to do.” She placed her hand on Connie’s leg. “It’s turning me on more than you can imagine!”
Connie laughed. “No doubt! Rosa, you were always the meanest dominatrix in the city! Things like that just don’t go away.”
Rosa shook her head. “Evidently not. Still, I do find it fun.” She smiled slyly. “And teaching Bobo some new tricks lately with his tongue isn’t hurting the equation either.”
Connie laughed again. “Rosa, you’ll be back handling customers again in no time!”
“No dear,” Rosa shook her head. “I’m too old. I’m just a simple business woman now. Nothing more.”
“With a dog that’s anything but normal!”
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Brian sat in the chair Friday morning. His phone was a good ten feet away. It hadn’t rang even once this week, except for his landlady calling him every day to go to her house and become…Bobo. A dog. He wasn’t wearing his pajamas. He wasn’t dressed for work. He was stark naked…already. After going for so many days and not getting called to teach, he had a bad feeling that once again his phone wouldn’t ring. He was hopeful though. Very! Hope was all he had. Otherwise…
He glanced at his clock. It was past time. School would have already started. Once again, his phone wasn’t going to ring…except with a call from… His phone rang. But he knew who would be calling. “Hello?”
“Brian. It’s past time again.”
He didn’t say anything. Dejectedly, he hung up his phone and headed for the back door. He was already naked. He didn’t need to take anything off. Out of habit, he opened his back door and glanced around. Then headed down the few steps out into his yard. Slowly, he walked toward the house next door. Halfway to the fence, he saw Rosa coming out her back door. He dropped down on his hands and knees and crawled…like Bobo…who he was. A few minutes later, Wolf was jumping all over him and licking him, while Rosa bound his hands up with her tape and buckled the collar onto his neck. He was Bobo again. A dog.
“Go play boys,” Rosa said as she finished with Bobo’s collar. “I’ll be out to spend some time with you later.” She watched as Wolf jumped all over Bobo, but today, Bobo seemed very depressed as he slowly made his way across the yard. Did he know what was in store for him? Did he know that as of now he wouldn’t be going home again? Did he know that she intended on keeping him as a dog from now on? At least for the next few months anyway. Did he know? No. There was no way he could know any of that. He was just going to have to find out with time. She could explain it to him. She could tell him. But he was a dog. What would be the point? Dogs wouldn’t understand things like that anyway.
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It was one of those days when her phone seemed to ring continuously with tenant problems, so it was midmorning when Rosa briefly looked out her kitchen window to see what her dogs were up to. Wolfie was way out in the back of the yard doing his business there. But where was…oh. He was over by the side of the yard peeing…but like a female dog again. The darn dog just didn’t want to bother lifting his leg like the rest of the male dogs in the world. She was going to have to get after him again about that. In fact right now might… Her phone rang again. Darn. She just knew it was going to be more business problems.
“Hello?” she said into her phone the moment she got to it. She listened. Ugh! The new rental property her workers had been renovating had hit a snag. Again. The wrong appliances had been delivered and since it was Friday, it would take until Monday or Tuesday to get the right ones. More delays! Well, that’s the way those things went sometimes. They were just annoying!
After the call, she grabbed her box of treats. It was too late now to chastise Bobo for peeing like he did. Those things were best done when they were caught in the act. You had to strike while the iron was still hot. She took the treats out and once again subjected both dogs to the same old tired exercises. For once, Wolfe behaved mostly okay. He just seemed to be too lazy about the whole thing. Bobo of course, was perfect…if more than a bit dejected today. Did he know what was happening to him now? How could he?
As she released her dogs to go play again, she thought again about the fact that she needed help training her dogs. Especially with Wolfie. But were there things she could do with Bobo to further his training too? She really wasn’t sure what. She remembered that she had wanted to get a book about dog training to help her. She really needed one. What she needed more was someone who really knew how to train dogs to help her. But with Bobo, that wasn’t going to happen. As long as she was going to have Bobo as her pet, for the next few months anyway, she was going to have to walk a careful balancing act between what she did with Bobo, and what the rest of the world could see her doing with him. A very careful balancing act!
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Bobo had spent the entire afternoon and evening with his legs bound up. But now it was getting late and he was looking forward to going home. But so far, Rosa wasn’t letting him go. It was Friday. Last Friday she hadn’t let him go home at all. She had kept him there all weekend, forcing him to be Bobo for three days in a row. Was she going to do that to him again? Make him stay all weekend? So far, it was starting to look that way.
Another telling thing he had noticed was that the cage was still in her bedroom. He didn’t want to spend another night locked up in that dog cage. He didn’t want to spend another night being Bobo…or another day either. He didn’t want to be Bobo at all.
She had said there was a way out for him, but so far, he couldn’t see the first sign of it. He had wracked his brain over that questions more times than he could remember, and the only conclusion he had ever reached on the matter, was that there was no way out. She had lied about it just to lead him on. But then, what else could he expect from someone who tortured spies for a living. Well, maybe not that exactly, what she really did was far worse!
He had again spent a long time that afternoon doing what she called ‘tongue training.’ Which he knew perfectly well was just her excuse to get all the sexual satisfaction she wanted from him…while leaving him totally denied. But he wasn’t exactly in the mood for a little sexual relief of his own today. He had been feeling too sorry for himself all day. Other days, he could handle his own sexual relief once he got home and into bed. Rosa it seemed, didn’t care about privacy at all. At least not when it came to him being around. He realized that once again she was treating him as if he was nothing but a dog. A real dog. Except he had a feeling that nobody would force a real dog to do the kind of licking that she was making him do. Still. She didn’t seem to care about his needs or feelings at all. But then he had seen the kind of fun she enjoyed – hurting men horribly! And he had no doubt that she was enjoying very much what she was forcing him to do…to be. A dog.
The longer the evening wound on, the more Bobo realized he wasn’t going to be going home again. That horrible cage was going to be in his future once again. From his little hiding place between the chairs he could see Rosa siting on the couch watching TV. Wolf was lying on the couch with his head in her lap while her hand endlessly rubbed his thick fur. There was a bond between Wolf and Rosa. A strong one. One that anyone could see…especially him.
He knew Rosa was having a lot of trouble with the way Wolf behaved, but on the other hand, he understood Wolf probably a lot better than she did now. He and Wolf were together continuously. They shared things together that a normal person would never understand. But then, Rosa didn’t seem to consider him to be a person at all. Only a dog. A dog with a dumb demeaning name – Bobo.
When the movie Rosa was watching ended, she got up from the couch and finally unfastened Bobo’s legs. After being tied up so long, letting them drop actually hurt. They ached fiercely for a few moments before the pain went away.
And then she was back, grabbing his collar and pulling him into her bedroom. Like it or not, he got shoved into that world of bars again that had been created just to hold big dogs like Wolfie. And now him.
Wolf licked at him through the bars and he did his best to press his face against them. He couldn’t return the sentiments the way Wolf could, but he was sure Wolf understood. A few minutes later, the light was turned out, and his long night of confinement really began.
After having his legs bound up for so long, he yearned to stretch them out. He yearned to stretch his entire body out. But of course, the cage completely prevented that. It was difficult just to turn around in the thing. The cage was just so…frustrating! Was this how Wolfie had felt whenever he had gotten locked up in it? Was this what other animals felt any time they were put into cages and left there? He had no doubt that it was. He could now sympathize with all those animals far more than he ever had in the past. But then that was only because Rosa now seemed to consider him to be nothing more than an animal himself. An animal. A dog. Bobo. Ugh!
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