Training with Wolfie - Chapter 10 Part 2 of 2

Training With Wolfie

By Karen Singer

Chapter 10 Part 2 of 2

     Rosa spent only a few minutes attending to her rental business.  Whenever she could, she glanced briefly out the window to check on her dogs.  As usual, they were playing, although once again it looked like Wolfie was more interested in humping Bobo than in any other kind of play.  Well, they would just have to sort that out between them.  She had other business to attend to now with Bobo. 

     She went out to her porch and whistled for her dogs.  Wolf came bounding playfully toward her.  While she waited for Bobo to crawl his way across the yard, she took the time to bend down and rub Wolf’s thick fur lovingly.  When Bobo finally got up the steps, she pet him for a minute too.  She opened the door and called Bobo in, telling Wolf to stay.  She was so glad the big dog gave her no trouble at all.

     Once in the house, Rosa left Bobo and found his kneepads and the straps she used on his legs every day.  She was trying to keep them on for longer and longer periods so he could get used to his legs being that way.  If he didn’t figure out how to stick up for himself pretty soon, that position for his legs would become somewhat permanent.  Would he figure that out today when they went to visit Tolliver?  She chuckled a bit as she wondered what Bobo might think when they got there. 

     Bobo put up no resistance at all as she put the knee pads on his legs and strapped them up, making them more useless than they were.  He actually liked the kneepads.  They cushioned his knees against the floor and the ground outside.  The straps binding his legs up, he could do without!  He thought she would let him back outside with Wolf again so he followed her towards the back door, but when he got there, she grabbed the leash and quickly attached it to his collar.  He started to panic.  The leash always meant bad things!  Was she going to force him to lick her vagina again?  Or did the leash mean worse things…like going out?

     Rosa pulled on the leash and felt the resistance as Bobo tried to hold back.  But he didn’t resist too much.  She simply pulled harder and he came.  She grabbed her purse, but when she started for the front door, she felt more resistance from Bobo.  “Bobo…come!” she ordered. 

     Bobo was afraid.  She was taking him outside…like this!  As a dog!  And it was broad daylight! 

      “Come!” Rosa ordered.

     But Bobo was too petrified.  He stayed rooted in place. 

     Rosa looked down at him, angry, but curious.  Was he finally going to put up enough resistance to really fight back?  It was time to find out.  Still fairly perturbed, she dropped his leash and quickly went in search of the rolled up newspaper she had used on him early in his training.  She quickly brought it back, picked up the leash, and pulled.  “Come!” she ordered again.

     Bobo saw the rolled up newspaper in her hand.  He knew without a doubt that she was going to punish him if he didn’t go with her.  But…it was outside.  In broad daylight! 

      “Come!” Rosa yelled, just before she quickly reached down and smacked his backside just once, but hard, with the newspaper. 

     Bobo yelped a bit.  Just that one smack and he again saw all those men getting whipped nearly to death by her.  Before he knew it, he was letting her pull him toward her front door, then out through the door.  Bare ass naked and crawling like a dog, he allowed her to pull her right up to her small SUV.  She opened the back door and he crawled in, huddling on the floor.  She closed the door behind him, and he knew he was trapped there.  With no hands, he couldn’t even work the door mechanism.  A minute later, her car was moving.  He didn’t know where they were going, and he didn’t dare even poke his head up to look out the window.  He was afraid – of everything!

     Rosa drove straight to Tolliver’s store.  Instead of parking in front however, Tolliver had suggested she park around the back to bring Bobo in.  She easily found the right door.  Not only was it marked, but Tolliver’s big motorcycle was parked right outside.  Wondering how much resistance Bobo was about to show, she opened the rear door to let him out.  He was still in exactly the same position, huddled on the floor, as she had left him.  She grabbed his leash and pulled.  “Out Bobo!” she ordered as she pulled on the leash.

     Bobo felt her pulling.  The leash and collar were choking him.  He tried to resist, but it was difficult.

      “I said out!” Rosa ordered again.  She swatted his backside with the rolled up newspaper again.

     Bobo jerked when she hit him.  Knowing he would have no choice at all, he backed his way out of the car.  It was difficult finding the ground with his bound up rear legs, but she kept pulling, so he had no choice.  And then he was out…in public somewhere…pretending to be a dog! 

     Rosa closed her car door and locked it.  She led Bobo right up to the rear door of Tolliver’s shop.  This time, Bobo gave her no resistance at all.  She figured he probably wanted to get inside somewhere where he wouldn’t be seen.  Someday, she was going to have to train that shyness out of him.  But it wasn’t that someday yet.

     The door was opened promptly when she knocked.  “Ah.  Madam Rosa,” Edward said happily as he saw her there. 

      “Good morning Edward,” Rosa replied.  “How are you today?”

      “Quite well,” Edward told her.  He stood back and let her lead Bobo in.  “Right this way,” he said.  “I’ve got everything all set.”

     Bobo had no clue what was going on, or even where he was.  He had recognized the big man.  He had been at Rosa’s house once before.  He had put his hands on him and had seemed to examine him in ways that made him nervous.  The place smelled…weird.  From the floor, he couldn’t see much of what was around him. 

      “Ah, here we go,” Edward said as he came to a stop in front of one of his worktables.  He bent down, put his hands under Bobo, and lifted him easily to the top of the table. 

     Bobo was so shocked he didn’t know what to do.  The guy had suddenly picked him up and put him on top of one of his tables.  From there, he could see all kinds of weird things.  And among them, was a lot of leather. 

      “Stay Bobo!” Rosa commanded.  “Be good!”  She leaned in close to his ear.  “Or I’ll rip your balls off right here!”

     Rip his balls off?  In truth, he didn’t need the extra threat.  He was pretty much petrified!  He was too afraid to do anything but stand right where he was on top of that big table. 

     Edward started with his legs.  One at a time, he removed the straps binding Bobo’s legs together, then he removed the knee pads, and bound his legs up again – much tighter than before.  With a piece of rope, he tied one end around the Bobo’s left foot that was up in the air.  He tied the other end to Bobo’s right foot, and he pulled them toward each other so that the toes were almost touching.  Perfect.  Once he had things the way he wanted them, he picked Bobo up again, turned him over, and laid him on his back.  “Now stay there just like that,” he said to Bobo.

     Bobo had no idea what was going on.  He only knew that now that he had been placed on his back, he was even more frightened than before.  In fact, the big guy frightened him almost as much as Rosa did.  Stuck on his back, he felt Rosa suddenly grab his arms and pull them up over his head and hold them there.  He realized that she was going to make sure he laid right there on his back…with his penis fully exposed to them both.  What were they going to do to him?

     Tolliver filled a small bucket with water, then he opened a package of plaster of paris strips.  He wet one then pressed it down across Bobo’s left knee.  Strip after strip, he applied them to both of Bobo’s bound up knees and legs, smoothing and pressing them into place, fashioning molds that would be an exact replica of his bound up legs underneath.  When he was done, he let the plaster dry until he was sure it was solid.  Then, very carefully, and with a lot of pulling and prying, he tugged each mold off of Bobo’s legs.

     Bobo breathed a sigh of relief as the last of whatever he had put on him was gone.  They had been heavy!  Before he knew it, the big guy was lifting him up, turning him over, and placing him down on all fours again.  Whew!  He was glad that was over with.  He certainly hoped they would be going home now.  He felt the straps binding his legs being removed, but only long enough to slip his knee pads back on.  Then they were bound up tightly again. 

     Home.  Please take me home….  He wanted to plead that, but he dared not make a sound.  Not even a tiny bark.  But when the big guy started taking the tape off of his hands, he realized his ordeal wasn’t over with yet.  What now?  More of that hard heavy stuff for his hands too?  Once the tape was off, Bobo dared not uncurl his fingers.  Not in front of Rosa.  Not when she seemed to be too anxious to punish him if he messed up in any way. 

     Edward went to one of his work tables and brought back two wooden disks.  Each one was roughly circular, but not a perfect circle.  The edges of each one were marked with pencil marks.  He grabbed Bobo’s left hand and pried out his fingers.

     Bobo looked questioningly at Rosa.

      “Open your hand and do what he wants!” Rosa ordered.

     With no further resistance from Bobo, Edward placed the pads of the “dog’s” fingers on top of the disks, each one lining up with the pencil marks so they would be where he wanted them.  “Put your weight on your fingers, “he told the “dog.”  “Press down.”

     Bobo transferred his weight.  He felt the guy moving his fingers slightly on the disk.

      “Now don’t move!” Edward said sternly.  He quickly went to his other workbench and grabbed a can.  He shook the contents for a few moments, then coming around behind Bobo’s hand, he stuck the wide nozzle into the cavity created by his fingers, and started spraying a small pile of expanding foam into the space.  He didn’t need to spray very much.  “Don’t move!” he cautioned Bobo again.

     Bobo didn’t know what was going on, but he did his best to stay perfectly still.  Especially since Rosa now had her hand right on his left shoulder.  As he watched, the stuff the guy had put on the wood, began expanding, bigger and bigger.  Soon it not only filled the space all the way up to his palm, it was growing out between his fingers as well. 

     While the foam was curing under Bobo’s left hand, Edward now began the process of placing Bob’s right hand on the other disk, being very careful not to disturb things too much with Bobo’s left hand.  A few minutes later, both of his hands had expanding foam filling out the cavity formed by his fingers.

     Edward and Rosa talked about corsets for the next fifteen minutes.  Never once mentioning the subject of what they were doing there with Bobo.  Both of them watched closely to make sure Bobo didn’t move his hands from the position that they were in.

     Bobo still wondered what was going on.  He didn’t dare move his fingers, but even without moving them, he could tell that the foam stuff was becoming hard.  After a few minutes, he had no doubt that he probably couldn’t move his fingers if he tried.  Were they going to leave that stuff like that?  Permanently?  He hoped not! 

     Edward finally checked the foam.  He hadn’t seen it expanding for a few minutes now.  He started with Bobo’s left hand that he had done first.  He picked Bobo’s hand up and started trying to pry his hand off of the foam.  He had to take a knife and trim away some of the excess foam that had come out far enough to completely encase some of his fingers, but fairly soon, Bobo’s left hand came free.  A few minutes later, both of Bobo’s hands were free.  He took his hand molds away and came back with some strapping tape. 

      “Paws!” Rosa ordered.

     Bobo knew that command, and what was coming.  In no time, both of his hands were very tightly bound with the tape, and the big guy pulled a lot tighter than Rosa did!  Once his hands were bound again, the big guy easily picked him up from the table and set him carefully down on the floor.  Were they going home now?  Bobo really hoped so.  It had been one of the strangest ordeals he had ever been through in his life.  Now, he just wanted out of there!

     He was so glad when he heard Rosa and the guy saying goodbye.  He went willingly out the door and did his best to climb as fast as he could into the back seat of her car…where he huddled on the floor all the way home.

     As she drove home, Rosa again wondered what Bobo thought about that entire experience.  Had he figured out what Edward had been doing?  Had he figured out what was soon going to happen to him? 

     She had been disappointed.  For a few minutes there before they left, she had thought that Bobo might actually stand up for himself and refuse.  But a couple of little swats with nothing but an old overly used rolled up newspaper had put a quick and final end to his rebellion.  A rebellion that wasn’t even close to him finally getting up enough backbone to fight for himself.  Disappointing. 

     She pulled into her driveway and parked her car.  As she got out, she could hear Wolfie barking in the back yard.  That darn dog!  How was she going to get him under control?  She should have stopped to buy a book about dog training while she was out today.  Oh well, next time.  She opened the back door to let Bobo out.  “Out!” she commanded as she grabbed his leash. 

     Bobo, hoping they were home, backed out of her car.  He was very glad to see that they were home.  He turned toward the house, but was brought up short by the leash.  He waited while Rosa closed the rear door of her car and locked it.  Then he started for the house again…but Rosa wasn’t moving and he could only go where the leash let him.

     Rosa stared at her house, then at Bobo.  He was terrified of being out where he could be seen in his current condition.  Maybe it was time for a tiny bit of fun.  Instead of heading for her house, she turned.  “Come Bobo!” she ordered.  She pulled on the leash.  She had to pull harder for a moment before he turned around to follow her.

     Bobo was shocked…and scared.  Now where was she taking him?  He crawled along beside her right down her driveway and out to the road. 

     Just for fun, and perhaps to get Bobo a little more used to being a dog out in public, Rosa pulled him all the way out of her driveway, out to the road, and down to the mailbox in front of her house.  Keeping him there with her, she opened the mailbox, even though she already knew there would be no mail yet.  It was still too early for that.  She closed her mailbox, but instead of leading him back to the house, she “walked” him along the street, all the way to the mailbox in front of his house.  She opened his mailbox.  Empty too.  “No mail yet,” she said casually to Bobo.  She closed his mailbox, then casually strolled with him back to her driveway and headed for her front door.

     Bobo was scared to death crawling around after her like that – right out in the road!  The moment they got back to her driveway and he was sure they were heading for her house, he stopped being pulled, and crawled as fast as he could, pulling her instead. 

     Rosa stopped short halfway up her driveway.  “Bobo!  Stop that!  You’re as bad as Wolfie!”  She refused to let Bobo go any further until he stopped pulling.  Only then did she continue back to her house. 

     She brought Bobo inside and removed his leash, then went to the back door.  If she didn’t shut Wolfie up she’d go crazy!  A minute later, she let her big dog into her house, where he jumped on her and did everything he could to let her know how much he had missed her.  “Down Wolfie.  Stop that!”

     But Wolf was still too excited to calm down.  To help the situation, Rosa pulled one of the big dog treats out of the cupboard and gave it to him.  She pulled a second one out and threw it at Bobo.  Even before she figured out what to make herself for lunch, both of her dogs were gnawing away at the tough treats.  Pets!  Sometimes the only way to get them to behave, was to feed them treats.