Training with Wolfie - Chapter 4 – Part 1 of 3

Training With Wolfie

By Karen Singer

Chapter 4 – Part 1 of 3

     It was Sunday.  Brian woke up late after sleeping fitfully all night.  He glanced at the clock – nearly eight thirty.  She had demanded that he be back in her yard again at nine.  But he really didn’t want to go.  He was afraid to go, but he was also afraid to not go.  What should he do?  If he stayed home, would she come after him and beat him?  In his mind, he kept seeing her raise that rolled up newspaper of hers and hitting him over and over again.  Fearing her, he jumped out of bed and quickly shaved the slight faint stubble that had accumulated over the last few days.  He grabbed the clothes he had worn yesterday.  The knees of his pants were badly grass stained from yesterday, but he put them on anyway because he figured they were only going to get worse.  He quickly grabbed himself a bowl of cereal for breakfast.  He was ready and it was nearly nine o’clock, but fear rooted him in place.  He couldn’t walk out his door. 

     Three minutes later, his phone rang.  There was no way he could not answer it.  “Hello?” he said tentatively.

      “I don’t see you outside!” Rosa’s voice came angrily over the line.  “What are you still doing in your house?  Wolf is waiting…and so am I!”

      “I… I…” he stammered.

      “Get over here!  Now!” Rosa ordered.

     He cringed inside.  She was making him go again.  “Do I have to crawl all the way there?” he asked, unsure he should even ask the question.

      “Only from the moment you hit my property!” she replied in her no-nonsense voice.

     He took a big breath.  She was letting him talk for once, so he took a chance.  “What’s going on?” he asked.  “What are you doing with me?”

      “We’re training!” Rosa replied quickly.  “Now get over here!”  Then she slammed the phone down before he could ask anything else.  She smiled.  Was he starting to think a little?  She hoped so, because it would mean that he might finally figure things out and get the confidence he needed to stand up for himself and break out of this?  The smile left her face.  And if he didn’t, which still seemed all too likely, then he would soon be beyond the point of no return.  Getting out of it would no longer be an option for a while.  But that too held a certain interest for her, one that she hated to admit, but it fascinated her to no end – that is, in light of her former profession. 

     Brian set his phone down.  His body automatically seemed to move toward his back door, even though his mind didn’t really want to.  Training?  Training for what?  It all seemed so confusing.  His body went outside, all the way to her fence.  Then, fearing what she might do if he didn’t, he dropped to his knees and crawled toward her gate.  Wolf was already there on the other side, waiting anxiously to play with him.  The big dog seemed even bigger from his knees today. 

     He opened the gate and had to fight with Wolf to just get through it and to close it again.  As he crawled toward the middle of the yard, Wolf kept jumping on him and running ahead, trying to get him to get up and run like he usually did.  But Brian couldn’t run today, not as long as Mrs. Murphy kept him on his knees.  No walking…no talking.  She had set the rules and she was all too quick to enforce them.  And Brian didn’t enjoy being yelled at by her…not one little bit!  She scared him way too much!

     Once he reached their favorite tree, he didn’t know how to play with Wolf.  Not from his knees.  While the big dog tried to roughhouse with him, all he could basically do was to wrestle with him a bit and rub his furry neck.  But fortunately, Wolf seemed to enjoy it anyway. 

     Rosa let them play together for a little while before calling them both up to the porch.  As usual, Wolf got there quickly. But Brian, confined to his knees, took much longer than usual.  Rosa said nothing about that at all, it was totally understandable and she was just glad to see him following her orders.

      “Practice time,” she said as Brian was still crawling up the steps.  She looked over at Wolf who was laying down and chewing on the hard rubber toy that she had brought out to the deck yesterday.  “Wolfie!  Sit!” she commanded.  But the big dog was too intent on chewing on his toy to bother listening to her.  She reached out and quickly snatched the toy away from him.  The fact that she was successful surprised both of them – she had gotten lucky.  “Sit!” she commanded again.  With a groan, Wolf got his body up into a sloppy sitting position, then he yawned.  Rosa just shook her head.  It was looking like today wasn’t going to go real well as far as Wolf was concerned.

     She looked over at Brian who had finally gotten up onto the porch.  “Sit!” she commanded.  But Brian was already sitting, just not in any way that she was really happy with.  She shook her head.  “We might as well fix this problem right now,” she muttered.  “Brian, front legs go in the front, paws on the ground.  Sit up straight!”

     Brian was shocked, although he knew he shouldn’t have been.  Front legs?  Paws?  But he knew what she wanted.  Reluctantly, he put his hands down on the floor next to each other. 

     But Rosa still wasn’t happy.  It was the rest of his body that was all wrong.  “Move your hind legs so you’re sitting between them.  Like Wolfie is over there.”  She glanced over at Wolf, but Wolf was again laying down again instead of sitting up.  “Wolfie!  Sit!”  She had to wait while Wolf once again pulled his big body into a sitting position, grumbling a bit as he did so.  She heard Brian giggle a little as he watched.  “See where his legs are,” she said.  “Now you put yours that way.”

     Brian did his best to copy the position that Wolf was sitting in, but his legs just weren’t built that way.  Still, he tried.

     Rosa was a bit frustrated to realize that what she was trying to make him do wasn’t going to work at all.  But that didn’t mean she couldn’t try to work out something else.  “Forget it,” she finally said.  “Let’s try to get at this differently.  Stand!” she commanded.  Brian started to get to his feet, but she was immediately at him.  “No! No! No!  When you stand from now on, it’s on all fours.  Not like a human!” 

     Brian felt like grumbling a bit himself, like Wolf had done.  But with Rosa hovering right over him, not really allowing him to do anything but what she wanted, he was too intimidated to do anything but get up on all fours again. 

      “Okay,” she said, “Now, just set your backside down and bring your front legs back where they belong.”

     Brian tried it, and wound up in a kneeling position with his hands still down on the floor in front of him. 

      “Try spreading your hind legs a bit and see if you can get your bottom all the way down.”

     Brian tried it, but while his backside did go down a bit, it didn’t go all the way.  And it put a lot of strain on his legs that he wasn’t too happy about.  Before Rosa could say anything else, he quickly got back up to where he was squatting on his knees again.  The other way was just too uncomfortable.

      “Ugh!” Rosa said softly.  “I guess it will have to do…for now.  At least it’s a lot better than what you were doing.”  She turned back to Wolf, who was again lying down.

      “Wolfie!  Sit!”  Once again the big dog grumbled a bit as he lumbered into a sitting position.  “Wolfie!  Speak!”  The big dog barked.  “Wolfie… Shake.”  Wolf held out his paw and Rosa shook it up and down then dropped it.  She held her hand out flat, palm down.  “Wolfie, down…”  Down was the position that Wolf had wanted to be in all along, so for once, he settled quickly into position…where he promptly rolled over onto his side.  “Ugh!” Rosa grunted.  “You’re not going to make this easy for me today are you?”

     She turned to Brian.  “Okay, your turn.  “Speak!”  Brian hated doing it, but he too barked.  “Shake,” Rosa commanded, and Brian held out his hand for her to shake up and down a few times.  “Down…” she commanded.  Since this time, Brian was sitting on his knees, getting into the position she wanted was like a whole new exercise.  But he managed to stretch himself out and get there with no real trouble.  “Good boy,” Rosa crooned happily as she reached over to pet his head.  She got up and found her box of dog treats and pulled one out.  She held it in her open palm and he took it with no problems.  “Good boy,” she said again.  She looked over at Wolf who was still lying on his side, but was watching them.  “None for you, you silly monster.”  Rosa got back to her feet.  “Okay you two, go play for a while again.  We’ll do more later.”

     Brian was about to start crawling down the steps, but he noticed Wolf still lying right where he was.  Feeling no particular need to really go down the steps again, he crawled over to Wolf and laid down next to him.  It was certainly a lot easier than crawling down the steps and all the way out into the yard.

     Rosa let them be while she went back inside for a while.  Since Brian seemed to be behaving “properly” she felt no real need to hover over him constantly and make sure.  At least she figured he’d better behave, or she’d really have at him – even if it was just with her rolled up newspaper. 

     Brain laid on his back near Wolf and watched the big dog just lying there for a few minutes.  Wolf wasn’t sleeping, he was just lying on his side.  He saw Wolf move his head up and down while still keeping it on the floor.  The dog’s eyes locked onto the pull toy that Rosa had taken away from him earlier.  She had thrown it out of his reach from where he was laying down.  Brian saw him start to get up to go after it, but then Wolfie changed his mind and laid back down, obviously not wanting to be bothered to get up to get it. 

     Brian got back to his knees and got the toy and brought it back to Wolf.  Wolf immediately bit down on the part that Brian held out toward him.  Brian pulled back, but Wolf had it clamped strongly between his teeth and wasn’t about to let go anytime soon.  Wolf never got up from his laying down position, but he continued with the tug-of-war anyway, growling playfully as Brian pulled the toy back and forth, trying to get Wolf to let it loose.  With no one around to hear him, Brian softly but playfully, growled right back at the dog.

     Rosa purposely stayed away from them for a while, only checking on them occasionally by peeking at them through the door or through her kitchen window.  Brian was still on the floor and both of them had never left the deck.  She saw them playing with the toy together for a while, then Wolf got up and went out into the yard briefly to pee.  But he was back quickly.  But instead of playing with Brian, he once again laid down and took a nap.  She saw Brian lay down next to him, although she was sure he wasn’t sleeping.

     Her phone rang, interrupting her unseen watching.  “Hi Rosa,” Connie’s voice came cheerfully over the line. 

     Rosa wondered for a moment if her friend’s voice didn’t sound a bit too cheerful.  “Hi Connie,” she replied cautiously. 

      “I was just wondering if I could buy you lunch today?”

      “Lunch?  Why?”

      “Just to be nice…and because you’re such a good friend.”

      “Uh huh,” Rosa replied, clearly not believing her.

      “Okay!  I’m trying to bribe you!  But at least I’m trying to be nice about it!”

     Rosa laughed.  “Okay, out with it!  What do you want?”

      “I just want to get further into your good graces to help me find a place to live for a while.  That’s all.”

     Rosa had been fairly certain it would be something like that.  She laughed a bit again.  “Don’t worry, you’re already very much on my mind.”  She thought about Brian and her little project with him.  “And lately, you’ve been even more on my mind.”

      “So that’s good?” Connie asked.

      “Tell you what.  You bring something over here for lunch and we’ll discuss it again later this afternoon.  Deal?”

      “Deal!” Connie replied enthusiastically. 

      “Oh! Connie,” Rosa replied as she quickly thought of something.  “Um…Brian is here and he’ll be having lunch with us too.  But…well…maybe you should bring something for him that can be cut up into small pieces if necessary.”

      “Small pieces?  Why?”

      “Well, if all goes the way I think it will…which I have no doubt it will, then….  Well…we’ll both have to see when you get here.”

     With a slight giggle, Connie agreed.

     See you for lunch then,” Rosa said.

      “Yeah, in a little while.”

     Rosa checked on Wolf and Brian again.  After talking with Connie, she was more anxious than ever to move on with Brian…if she could.  But when she checked on them,

     She saw that Wolf was now sleeping.  She decided to wait a while until the big dog woke up. 

     A little while later, she caught the faint sounds of them playing on the deck again.  She looked out through the door and saw them once again playing tug of war with Wolf’s pull toy.  From his knees, the contest seemed a lot more fair than when Brian had been able to stand up.  In fact, in some ways the game looked almost equal at times.  She let them play for a few moments while she took the time to grab one more item for Brian that she had planned on…the one item that would precipitate many more big changes for him – like it or not!  She opened her porch door and went back outside.  The item she set down on an end table next to her swing.  She doubted that Brian had seen it. 

      “You two are really enjoying that,” she noted.  Brian looked up at her.  She could see that he was about to answer in human talk, and she immediately put a warning look on her face.  Fortunately, he backed off quickly and just went back to his game with Wolf.  “Sorry boys,” she said as they played, “but I’ve got something I need to do with Brian now.”

     Brian looked up at her.  Do with him?  He desperately wanted to ask what it was. 

      “Let him have his toy for a minute,” Rosa said to him.  “You can go back to playing with it when we’re done.”

     Brian let go of the toy.  All his attention was on her, but he was growing more apprehensive by the minute.  First she had ordered him not to talk anymore, then she had told him he was no longer allowed to walk.  Then this morning she wanted him to sit differently – kneeling actually.  Now what did she want? 

     Rosa knelt down on the deck floor in front of her swing.  “Brian, come here,” she ordered.  Feeling more apprehensive than ever, Brian crawled over to her.  “Good boy,” she crooned happily.  “Stay!” she ordered.  Brian stopped.  Not knowing what else to do, he started dropping into his new sitting position.  “No.  Stay up like you were,” Rosa told him.  Brian went back to all fours again.

      “Take your fingers and curl them under,” Rosa told him.  Brian was very unsure about what she wanted and hesitated.  “Here, give me your paw,” she said, holding out her hand in front of his right hand.  Without thinking about it, Brian raised his hand and she grabbed it.  Then she gently curled his fingers underneath and pressed his thumb up against the resulting side of his hand.  “Now keep it that way,” she said as she helped guide his hand back down into place. 

     Brian let his weight back down onto his closed over hand.  It wasn’t too bad.  But she wanted him to keep it that way?  He started to relax his hand position a bit, loosen his fingers.  “No!” her sharp voice cut at him.  “Keep those fingers tightly in place!”  The instant icy fear from the sound of her voice made him tighten his hand once again.  “Now the other hand,” she ordered.  She watched closely while Brian curled his left hand into the same position his right hand was in.  “Good,” she said as she got to her feet again. 

     She walked backwards to the end of the deck.  “Now come,” she commanded, “and keep your hands like I want them.”  Brian crawled forward, trying to keep his hands tightly knotted up the way she wanted them.  But when he reached her, she was moving past him, going back the other way.  He turned around and followed her.  But she was faster than he was and by the time he got close, she was again kneeling down on the deck in front of him.  He stopped. 

     He saw her reach for something that was on her swing seat – it was her rolled up newspaper.  She set it on the floor right next to her.  He felt an instant wave of panic rush through him.  He had done everything she had asked.  She wasn’t going to hit him again, was she?  So far, she wasn’t yelling.  Fearful and confused, he saw her reach up onto the end table for something else.  It took him a moment to fully realize what it was that she had picked up…and what it was that she was about to do.  Fear, shock, surprise, and outrage boiled all through him. 

     He saw her take a roll of wide duct tape and pull part of it out, then place it carefully down on the floor in front of him.  “Keep your paws just like that,” she ordered.  He could hear the increased sternness in her voice, letting him know that she wasn’t about to take no for an answer.  He glanced at the rolled up newspaper by her side, ready for her to grab and use on him in an instant.  “Now place your paw flat down on the tape.”  The fear doubled in his body.  She was taking away the use of his hands!  What would he do?  He didn’t want to do it, but she was making him!  He felt his body starting to shake with fear. 

     He saw her slowly start to reach for her newspaper.  She wasn’t going to let him not do this!  Fearing her wrath, he slowly raised his hand, carefully keeping it in the odd position she wanted.  Her hand stopped its reach for the newspaper, but she didn’t bring it back either, she was waiting.  Just as slowly, he set his curled up hand lightly down on top of the tape.  He knew it was sticky from the moment he touched it.  “Put your weight down on it,” she ordered.  Just as slowly, he increased his weight on that hand until he was once again balanced between both front hands.  All he could do was watch as she brought the end of the tape tightly over the back of his hand and stuck it down into place.  Then she grabbed his hand and picked it up.  Pulling tightly, she wrapped the tape all the way around twice more, finally ripping it off and sticking the remaining end in place. 

     Before he set his hand back down, he tried to open his hand or move his fingers.  Impossible!  He looked up at her feeling nothing but fear and confusion.  And she was smiling at him…but was it an evil smile?  He was very sure there was more than a bit of satisfaction on her face.

      “Now let’s fix your other paw.”  Rosa pulled open another length of tape and set it down on the floor in front of his other hand, sticky side up.  She could see the fear and hesitation in him.  She had no doubt he would be feeling plenty of fear.  But this was a major step…and a necessary one.  But would he finally get up enough courage now to balk hard enough and demand that she stop?  She glanced at her newspaper again, and with that single glance, she saw him slowly lift his other hand.  She didn’t know whether to be glad or not…she felt satisfied, but she would have felt even more satisfied if he had finally fought back.  Slowly, she watched as he carefully set his curled up hand down on the tape, then with one quick effort, set his weight fully on it.  Quickly, she pulled the end of the tape up over the back of his hand.  Then she picked up the hand and wrapped the tape tightly around it several times before ripping it off and sticking it in place as she had done with his first hand. 

     Rosa felt a moment of triumph and satisfaction.  Both of his hands were now totally useless to him.  She had effectually turned them into nothing but paws.  Not surprisingly, she felt a stirring in her sexual regions – enough to let her know that she was moister than usual down there.  It was just a taste of the feelings and enjoyment she used to get from being a professional dominatrix…when she used to dominate men and do far worse to them than what she had just done to Brian.  Her mind briefly considered teaching Brian to do something a little more interesting and directly related to that sexual itch, but she quickly dashed that thought.  Brian wasn’t ready for anything like that…yet.  And most likely it would be a while.

     She got to her feet as Brian was still holding up his latest “paw” and was just staring at it.  He looked up at her.  She could see the confusion and…hurt…on his face.  Yet he hadn’t done one thing to stick up for himself.  Not one thing to complain or fight back.  The way things were going, Connie was going to get her rental house with very little trouble at all.  “Now go play again,” she ordered.  Then she walked off purposely, as if he were something so inferior he hardly mattered to her at all.  Old habits die hard, she realized as she did it.  The little ways of her old life still came back out of habit sometimes.

     Still bewildered, Brian crawled toward Wolf again.  But now his hands had been rendered into useless lumps…paws…good for nothing…except perhaps walking on.  What was he going to do?  She was turning him into a damn dog!  And there was nothing he could do to stop her.  She didn’t seem to care about him or what he thought one little bit.  How could she be so callous?  Oh, at times, she seemed very nice.  He even sort of enjoyed it when she pet his head – like a dog, or even when she seemed to praise him for something – even though it was always for doing something like a dog.  But still…how could she do this to him?  And why was she doing this to him? 

     The tape around his hands felt strange – all around.  It felt tight and confining.  It did help to cushion the floor under his hands – adding a layer of protection to his skin, but that was such a small thing.  The need to open his hands again seemed to grow stronger and stronger by the second.  He continually kept trying to fight against the tape and open his fingers, but it was always a useless exercise.  He knew without a doubt that there was no way he could do it, yet his body kept trying. 

     He had no doubt about it at all anymore.  She was turning him into a stupid dog.  Like Wolf…sort of.  He wasn’t even sure about his thinking that it was all to help with Wolf’s training.  Why was she doing this to him?  And…what could he do about it?  The only answer he could see to his last question was – nothing!  Every time he even thought of protesting, she yelled at him.  And her voice was so…overbearing!  And being hit with her newspaper….  While it never really hurt him too much, it scared him to death!  She was just so…so…dominating!  It was the only word he could think of that fit.  Or maybe, overbearing!  Both really.  All he knew for sure was that she was impossible to fight against. 

     Feeling sorry for himself, he sat, as humanly as possible, next to Wolf.  But Wolf didn’t stay where he had been.  Wolf immediately got up and went down into the backyard.  Brian watched him for a few moments, not seeing any reason to follow.  He was too self-absorbed with his new-found fate.  He watched as Wolf sniffed around the garden for a few moments, then lifted his leg and peed against a bush.  When Wolf had finished, he went back and carefully sniffed where he had just wet.  His actions made Brian realize that he too needed to pee.  But Rosa wasn’t outside just then, and to tell the truth, he didn’t want any part of seeing her for a while.  Fortunately, it was a small problem just then, and one that could be ignored for a bit. 

     A minute later, Brian saw Wolf dive between some of the bushes and come back again with an old tennis ball.  Wolf trotted around with the ball in his mouth for a few minutes, then with a quick toss of his head, he threw the ball off to the side.  Immediately, he chased it and pounced on it.  Brian, feeling sorry for himself, could only think that if he still had the use of his hands, he would have enjoyed throwing the ball for Wolf.  But how could he do that now?

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