Training
With Wolfie
By Karen Singer
Chapter
9 – Part 1 of 2
His
muscles ached in their cramped position.
His body yearned to be able to stretch out and get some relief. In the dark of the room, he pushed somewhat
with his legs, but that only succeeded in pushing his head up against the bars
on one side while his legs and feet could go no further. The tight confines of the cage he was in were
maddeningly small. He could feel one
side of the cage touching his head, another side touching his back, the third
side touching his feet, and if he moved his arms or legs much, they came in
contact with the fourth side. Too
small. Too small – for a human. But then she didn’t seem to consider him to
be a human anymore. She considered him
to be…a dog.
She had
said there was a way out for him…a way out of this dog’s life. But even when his brain wasn’t so sleep
deprived, he couldn’t see any way possible.
Getting out of the cage was another matter that didn’t seem possible. With his hands bound into uselessness, he
couldn’t work the lock mechanism…not to mention that he couldn’t even begin to
get his bound up hands through the bars to reach the mechanism. Hands?
Or paws? Either way, there was
simply no way out of the cage. At least
not until she let him out. And he knew
that wouldn’t be until morning, after she got out of bed.
He did
his best to relax his body and sleep.
But it was difficult. He was
caught in all too many traps – both physical and mental. Traps with no way out. In the early morning half-light of the room,
in his half-sleep state, he dreamed about the tortures he had witnessed the
night before. Torturous things that
scared him more than he wanted to admit, and made him all that much more afraid
of her. But amid those horrid
half-dreams, he also remembered the unimaginable feeling of the odd woman’s
mouth as it engulfed his manhood. Pain
and torture, mixed with exquisite pleasure…pleasure that was its own torture.
He
heard no alarm clock ring, only her increased restlessness as she tossed and
turned in her bed. The room had been
fully light for some time now as the morning progressed. But it was Sunday, and he figured she was
sleeping in – especially after their evening out last night. Then, with a small moan as if she was
hurting, he heard her get out of bed.
She barely glanced at him as she walked past his cage. Wolf walked past him too, following her, but
Wolf at least paused a moment to sniff at him in his cage. And then he was alone, and Brian still had no
way out of the cage.
Fortunately,
she was back again a few minutes later.
She went straight to his cage and opened the door. In the long dark night, he had squirmed
enough that he had learned how to turn around in the cage and he was able to crawl
right out. Freedom at last! Well, at least a different kind of freedom. His hands were still bound up into
uselessness and he was still mentally bound under her dominating will. He followed her and Wolf out to the back door
where she held it open so he and Wolf could go out to relieve themselves. He immediately crawled down the steps and
over to one of his favorite areas of open grass – not near any bushes or trees
where he could lift his leg like Wolf did, but to one of his usual spots where
he simply spread his legs and squatted his body down lower and let loose. Ahhh!
The
morning was cool, but not as cold as it had been yesterday. The grass was still damp with dew though, but
since he was naked, that didn’t seem to be any kind of problem – at least not
as far as she seemed to be concerned.
He
headed back toward the porch again and noticed Wolf sniffing around in the very
back of the yard. He knew from a lot of
experience now that Wolf was going to poop back there. It had been a few days now since he had done
that. He was holding back
purposely. But could he continue to hold
back? He had a bad feeling that he
wasn’t going to make it until she finally let him loose and let him go back to
his own house.
Wolf
had returned to the porch long before Rosa let her two dogs back into the
house. Wolf immediately began pacing
around the kitchen, but Rosa ignored him as she pulled a pan out of the
cupboard and set it on the stove. A few
minutes later, she had an entire package of link sausages cooking in that pan.
Brian’s
mouth was watering. So much, that his
eyes rarely left Rosa’s back as he waited impatiently for something to
eat. But as usual, she was ignoring
him. From his position on the floor, he
couldn’t see much of what she was doing, but he could imagine it…and smell
it. Food! And he wanted some – badly.
Rosa
finished with the sausage, then cooked herself an egg and fixed some toast,
taking the time to spread a little strawberry jam on it before carrying her
breakfast to the table to eat. She
carefully did her best to pay Brian no more attention than she did to
Wolf. In fact, she barely glanced at
either of them as she ate.
Only
once she had finished did she break up the remainder of the sausages into
Wolf’s and Bobo’s bowls equally. She set
Wolf’s bowl down in her usual spot for it, and watched as Wolf attacked the
sausage greedily. She set Bobo’s bowl
down where she usually fed him and was pleased to see how voraciously he
attacked it as well. She watched as Wolf
soon came over to Bobo’s bowl once he had finished his own, but Brian quickly
moved around to the side, blocking the big dog, and kept his head right down
into the bowl so Wolf couldn’t get any.
Rosa sighed. If only Brian could
show that much backbone in the rest of his life…especially so he could get out
of his current predicament. But as
usual, she was seeing no sign of that in him at all. The way Brian kept Wolf away from his meal
was only out of desperation so he could get enough to eat.
After breakfast,
Rosa shooed both dogs out into the yard to play. When she looked through the window at them a
while later, they were wrestling with each other in the still damp grass. That was good. Just two dogs playing with each other. But it was looking more and more like all the
money she was going to be spending on Brian wasn’t going to go to waste. Such a pity…and that was despite how
interested she was in causing his current predicament. In fact she as so interested in it, that she
was seriously thinking now about introducing Brian to a little bit of dog
tongue training…training that Wolf would never need. But for Brian’s tongue training, that would
be in a place where she wouldn’t ever let Wolf lick her. A place that all too often lately seemed to
get moist…just from looking at what she had done already to Brian. Her thoughts turned toward what she had
planned for him in the future. Yes, it
was definitely time to teach that young dog some new tricks!
Grabbing her box
of dog treats, she went out into the back yard.
“Wolfie… Bobo…” she called. Wolf came at a run. Bobo of course was much slower. “Sit!” she ordered as Wolf got to her. But the big dog didn’t sit. He came right up to her and rubbed his big
furry body against her legs as he worked his way around her. “I said sit!” she ordered again. Still Wolf didn’t sit. She reached down and pushed against his
backside. “Sit!” Finally Wolf sat. “I can see we’re going to have lots of
trouble with you today,” she muttered.
Brian finally reached her and automatically sat…like the dog she was trying
to turn him into. “See Wolf,” she said, “that’s
how you’re supposed to do it. Dumb
dog. Stay!” she commanded as she walked
away from them. She walked about twenty
feet away, but when she turned around, Wolf wasn’t sitting anymore, he was
lying down on his side. “Wolfie! Sit!” she ordered. But Wolf just laid there…wagging his tail in
such a way that it pounded against the ground.
The dumb dog thought this was all just another fun game. “What the hell am I going to do with you?”
Rosa said disgustedly. “Sit!” she tried
again. But as before, Wolf just laid
there and wagged his tail. “Ugh!”
“Okay,” Rosa
said. “Come!” she commanded to both her
dogs. Bobo started for her, but Wolf
stayed lying where he was. She watched
as Bobo came right up to her and sat, before she even told him to. “Perfect!” she praised him. She reached into the box and pulled out two
treats and gave them to him while she stroked his head. “Good dog,” she praised.
She looked up at
Wolf. “Wolf! Come, you big knucklehead. Come!”
Wolf rolled in
the grass a little, then worked his way slowly to a sitting position, then
finally got all the way to his feet and trotted over to her.
“Sit!” she
ordered.
But as before,
Wolf rubbed his big furry body against her legs…just before he tried jumping up
and getting his snout into the box of dog treats.
“No! No!
Stop that!” Rosa commanded. “What
am I going to do with you? You’re a
monster!”
Wolf sat and
looked very pleased for some reason. So
much so, that Rosa found herself going up to him and rubbing his head a little
too. “We’ve got to get some help for
you, you big dummy. I can see that
now. You’re simply too impossible.” She turned toward Bobo. “And you…
If I could just put you and Wolfie together, I’d have the best damn pet
in the world!” She shook her head. “Forget it guys. Since Wolfie is being so uncooperative, we’ll
try this again later.
She headed back
to the porch, but when she got there, she remembered some of her thoughts from
earlier. She looked back at Bobo, who
was once again being knocked over by Wolf as he jumped and wrestled with the
man-turned-dog. Yes, she was definitely
ready for this. She didn’t know if Brian
would be, but she needed it. In fact,
the little bit of fun at the club last night had only made things worse for
her. Especially having Bobo the dog with
her there last night to show off.
If she couldn’t
train her dogs one way this morning, then she would do some different training…with
one of them anyway. “Bobo…” she
called. “Come!”
This time, Wolf
came running straight for her…where he again rubbed his body against her leg,
then sat expectantly…waiting for a treat.
“No!” she said. “You were
terrible this morning.”
The hopeful expression on Wolf’s face didn’t
change.
“Bobo! Get a move on. Hurry up!” she called.
Brian did his
best to crawl a little faster and soon crawled his way up the porch steps where
he too sat in front of her.
Rosa opened the
door. “Bobo!” she said. “In the house. “Wolfie.
You stay!”
Amazingly. Wolf laid down right there on the porch and
offered no trouble while she shepherded Bobo into the house by himself.
As soon as he was
through the door, Brian felt Rosa grabbing his collar and holding him
still. Oh shit! He realized quickly that she was attaching
the leash. It had been a bad sign when
she had called him into the house without Wolf, but the leash…. Things could only get really bad now. Strangely though, Brian was surprised when
Rosa simply dropped the leash on the floor and walked off, leaving him
there. He crawled his way further into
the kitchen, afraid to go any further…afraid to go after her. He was torn between wanting to go back
outside with Wolf, or stay here in the house.
Outside, he wouldn’t have to worry about whatever Rosa wanted to do to
him now, but outside, he was also out there stark naked – and acting like a dog
where it was possible for anyone to see him.
There was no winning with either situation. He sat in the kitchen and waited, glad that
he hadn’t heard her calling him…so far.
Rosa opened her
old toy chest and looked at the many things inside. Her old chest of toys had certainly seen more
use lately than it had in the last few years.
It took her only a few moments thought to reach in and pull out one of
her favorite things – a riding crop.
Perfect! Now, where was that damn
dog?
She walked back
to the kitchen and found him sitting there.
Good enough, and for her purposes today, the kitchen was good enough as
well. In fact, probably better than a
few other places. She pulled out one of
her kitchen chairs and sat in it.
“Bobo. Come!”
Brian’s eyes
didn’t leave the stick of some sort she was carrying. He had seen the whips she had used last
night, and he realized this was another one of those implements of torture she
seemed so fond of. Fearful of her…and
more fearful of what she might do with that thing, he slowly crawled over to
her…and sat.
“Good dog,” she
praised him as her hand reached out and pet his head for a few moments. She stood up right in front of him and
slipped her shorts down her legs and removed them. She couldn’t help but notice the look of
amazement on Bobo’s face. So nice. But wait….
She stood there a moment right in front of him like that, then she
pulled her panties down and off too, then again stood up. Bobo’s eyes were glued unbelievingly to the
one place she wanted him to be giving all his attention too. Rosa had no doubt that as Brian, he had very
little experience with women…perhaps even…none.
She sat down in
the chair right in front of him and spread her legs, offering him an even
better view of her waiting sex.
“Training time Bobo,” she said as she bent down and picked up his
leash. She pulled, then pulled
harder…and Bobo went from sitting, to standing, to moving as she pulled him
closer. “I’m afraid that you’re going to
be getting a lot of practice doing this Bobo,” she said with a sigh. “It’s such a shame you haven’t figured out
yet how to get out of your situation.
But then, that fact alone excites me.
And the more of a dog I can make you become, the more excited over it I
seem to get. So I have no doubt that
starting now, you and I will be spending a lot of time doing just…this.”
She watched him
staring at her open and waiting sex for a few moments, letting him get a real
good look at it. “You find it
interesting, don’t you,” she said to him.
“Not to worry, all men do. It’s
really one of the biggest failings about the entire male sex. None of you can seem to get enough of seeing
a woman’s sexual parts. But you, Bobo,
are going to get to do more than just see it.
You’re going to get to explore it…a lot!
Just not with the part of you that you might think. So sorry, but that’s the way it goes –
especially for dogs!”
She saw his eyes
glance up fearfully at her. So
precious. Definitely a first timer, and
first timers were always such fun to “break” in. She pulled a bit on the leash. “Move closer Bobo,” she said. “Put your nose right up against it and smell
it. Smell it good, and don’t stop
smelling it.” Bobo didn’t seem to want
to move closer though, so she pulled harder on the leash, very hard. “Put your nose right up against it!” she ordered
sternly, still pulling on the leash, but Bobo was still holding back. All it took was a firm crack of the riding
crop against his backside to surprise him enough to make him jump a little
forward…so that his face quickly would up right up against her vagina, just
where she wanted it. She kept pulling
hard on his leash to keep him there.
“Now…smell it deeply, and keep smelling it,” she said.
Brian couldn’t
help but smell it, but he didn’t want his face there…or any other part of him
there either. But she was still pulling
tightly on the leash and there was no way he could back up to get further
away. She smelled…weird there. Dirty?
No, not really. Just…strange. He tried to pull back away but she was
keeping the pressure on the leash too tight.
“So here’s how
this is going to work,” Rosa said as she fished the leash around behind her
back. “You’re going to learn to put your
tongue to work licking me right there, and you’re going to keep licking me
there until I’ve had all the…uh…fun…I want.”
Lick her? There?
Yuck! Brian wasn’t looking
forward to that. He felt her leaning
down over him again, but she was still pulling on that damn leash, pulling his
head in way too tightly to her, and then he felt her doing something else with
the leash on the other side of his collar.
Now what?
Rosa grabbed his
collar and pulled the end of the leach through the other side of it. Then when she pulled on the end, it drew his
head further into her waiting sex from both sides, making it even more
impossible to pull away. “Now start
licking!” she ordered. “All dogs like to
lick. Their tongues are one of their
favorite muscles. So start exercising
yours. Now! Lick me Bobo.
Lick me!”
Brian’s face was
crushed against her vagina. Lick
her? No…
But he suddenly felt the awful sting from that stick thing hitting his
backside. And it stung horribly. It hurt!
“Start licking
Bobo. Now!” Rosa ordered again. She swatted his backside harder.
Ouch! That last hit had really hurt! Brian’s mouth automatically opened to yelp,
but nothing came out since it was muffled by her flesh pressing against his
entire mouth.
“Now lick it
puppy!”
Hesitantly, Brian
stuck his tongue out and licked the slit between her legs. Ugh!
“Don’t stop!”
Rosa ordered. “You just keep licking,
harder and harder until I tell you to stop.”
Once again, she swatted his backside firmly with the crop. She immediately felt him licking a little
firmer. Umm. Much better.
Very nice in fact.
Things were
rapidly becoming worse for Brian. The
more he licked, the wetter she seemed to get there, and it wasn’t from his
saliva. It was all from her!
“Get that tongue
in there…deeper!” she ordered, then she backed up the command with another swat
from her riding crop. Umm. Better.
“Deeper!” she ordered again.
“Really stick that tongue all the way up in there. Just keep putting it in as far as you can,
and don’t stop!” She pulled harder on
the end of the leash, crushing his head in even firmer than it was. She felt his tongue at work up inside her a
little better. So good. So nice.
So much…fun!
Brian could
barely breathe, and his tongue was getting tired, but she wouldn’t ease up on
the pressure from his leash at all. And
every time he slowed down, even a little, she hit him again to keep him
going. He had no choice but to keep
licking her…as awful as it was. And then
he felt her squirming around, grinding her crotch into his face even
harder. He could tell she was breathing
heavier. Then it felt like her entire
body was shaking in front of him, and still she made him keep going. Had she just had an orgasm? He really had no experience at all in these
things, but he thought she might have.
Rosa started to
come down from her orgasm. She could
tell Bobo was struggling now. But he was
a newcomer at this. He would need more
training to build up his stamina. Still,
it was a good start. A very good
start. She eased up a little on how hard
she was pulling his leash, keeping his face right there while she continued to
come down from her high…while she continued to enjoy the sensation of him
licking her down there. Heaven. She eased up a little more and felt him pull
further away. “Keep at it!” she ordered
sternly, but she didn’t punctuate her order with the crop.
She kept him at
it for a good two minutes more before she eased up on the leash completely,
letting his head pull completely away from her.
She pulled the end of the leash away from the other side of his collar,
then she unfastened the leash completely.
“Good enough for a first try,” she said to him. “Don’t worry, you’ll get a lot more
practice. I have no doubt that in time
we can make you very good at this.”
Rosa got up from
her seat and looked down at him. “Your
face is a mess,” she said. “Get yourself
a drink. I’m sure you need it.” She knew she could have wiped his face off
herself, but for some reason, she found it humorous to leave him that way.
Get a drink? Brian wanted a drink…but he didn’t. Not from the water bowl she kept in the
kitchen for him.
“I said get a
drink!” she ordered. She quickly swung
her riding crop against his backside again.
Brian actually
yelped a but at the sting of her crop hitting him. He quickly crawled over to his water bowl and
tried to lick up a little water. A few
seconds later, he ducked his whole face into it and splashed it around
slightly, trying to clean some of her…residue…off of his face. It helped, and it didn’t.
Rosa laughed at
him. “Come on Bobo,” she said as she
headed for the kitchen door. “Back
outside now. I need a shower.”
Brian crawled
after her and soon found himself locked out of the house again. It only took a moment before Wolf roused
himself from where he was lying on the deck to come over. But when he did, he started licking Brian’s
face and wouldn’t stop. The more Brian
tried to get away from him, the more of a game Wolf found it. And Wolf wasn’t anywhere near ready to stop
licking that strange scent off of Brian.
The two “dogs”
wound up in another of their playful wrestling matches as Wolf’s main goal
seemed to be to keep licking Brian’s face.
But that game changed after a while as Wolf went from trying to lick
that side of Brian, to trying to mount Brian and do something else with Brian’s
other end. Brian hated it when Wolf
tried to do that to him. And Wolf never
quit! The big dog seemed to have a one
track mind and was relentless. First
Rosa, now Wolf. Things in Brian’s dog
world were rapidly getting worse!
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