Sorry, no posts at all next week. I'm going to be away - without my computer! I'll be back the following week. - Karen
Training with Wolfie
By Karen Singer
Chapter 14 Part 2 of 2
While Rosa and Connie sat at the table, Bobo’s eyes went to only one place, the naked woman standing behind the man she had called George. And Bobo saw that woman’s eyes were only on him too. He cringed in humiliation when the woman took a step to the side so she could see him better. But even in his total humiliation, he couldn’t take his eyes off of her.
And then he saw the woman lean in toward the man and whisper something quickly, then she had to wait. Finally, he saw her whispering something else to him. Something much longer.
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“Uh, Madam Rosa,” George said. “It seems my companion is once again very interested in your pet. She wants to know if she can please him the way she did last time.”
Rosa’s smile was broad and sly. “She could…if Bobo was still a male dog. I’m afraid that along with adding a few little changes, we also decided that Bobo was more suited to being female than male.”
George looked totally surprised. “You did?”
“Let me show you,” Rosa said as she got up from her seat. “Bobo,” she commanded as she pulled on his leash. “Come!”
Bobo got to his feet and followed Rosa a few steps away from the table.
“Can you clear some place for us please, she said to the few people who were standing in her way. Her main purpose though was to show Bobo off and let everyone see just what she had done to him. Little demonstrations like that were common in the club, and people immediately cleared a small patch of floor as many more people crowded around to see better – which was exactly what Rosa wanted.
With so many people now watching, Bobo felt more embarrassed and afraid than ever. But in that situation there was one thing he knew for sure – he better not mess up. He fully remembered Rosa hitting him just that once with that whip of hers…the cat-o’-nine-tails. And he also remembered that there were lots of different whips in the lower levels of the building they were in. If he screwed up, she’d kill him!
“Bobo…sit!” Rosa ordered, and watched as Bobo sat. “Bobo…stand!” She wasn’t surprised in the least to see him do as ordered. Bobo was better at doing all this stuff than Wolfie was. “Bobo…down!” she ordered as she lowered her hand. Yes, Bobo was much better at this stuff them Wolf. Perfect. “Stay!” she commanded. Then she walked away, the people clearing a long path for her. She got about ten feet away, then turned back to see him still laying in the down position and watching her. “Bobo…come!” she commanded, and was treated to the sight of Bobo hurrying to his feet then hurrying directly toward her. “Sit!” she commanded when he got to her. Then she walked up to him and said, “Shake.” She reached down and shook his paw. Bobo…come!” she commanded as she walked back toward the table where she had started.
When she got to where she had begun showing Bobo off, she said, Bobo…sit!” She turned to George. “Here’s the part I was telling you about,” she said. “Bobo…down!” she said again as she lowered her hand. As he always did, Bobo went back into the position where he was laying on his belly. Then she ordered him to do something she had never ordered him to do before. “Bobo…she said commandingly. “Roll over on your back and stay there!”
Bobo was confused for a moment.
“Bobo! Roll over!”
With little choice, Bobo rolled over onto his back…and stayed there.
“As you can see,” Rosa explained to her friend George. “Bobo no longer has any usable male equipment. At least not in any way he can benefit from. No, for all intents and purposes, I’m afraid that Bobo is now a female dog.” She looked directly at George’s naked companion. “So sorry dear,” she said to her. “But you can certainly pet her if you like. I know Bobo loves the attention.”
She turned to Bobo. “Sit!” she commanded.
Bobo was glad to go back to his sitting position.
“Here’s one of the fun parts,” Rosa said loudly to the crowd around them. She looked back down at Bobo. “Bobo…stand.” She only had to wait a moment before Bobo was on his feet again. “Bobo…wag your tail.”
Ugh! Bobo hated it whenever Rosa told him to wag his tail. He hated having a tail. But he pushed back and forth with his toes making his tail wag behind him. The laughter around him couldn’t be missed.
“Bobo…wag your tail with your hips instead.”
Double Ugh. Bobo stopped pushing with his toes and shook his hips back and forth, sending his tail into motion…a motion he had no control over at all. He heard more laughter around him.
“Bobo, wag your tail both ways,” Rosa ordered, the delight clearly in her voice.
While he shook his hips back and forth, Bobo went to work with his toes as well. He could feel even more movement from his tail now.
“Good girl, Bobo,” Rosa said as she leaned down and pet his head. “Sit!” she ordered. She dropped his leash on the floor and left him right where he was while she went back to the table and sat down.
Bobo was left out in the middle of lots of people. He suddenly felt someone petting his head. It scared him for a moment, then someone else pet him.
“Stand up so I can see your tail,” someone said to him.
Bobo stood, and soon felt more than a few people pulling on his tail. He looked to Rosa and saw her and Connie watching with big smiles on their faces. They were certainly happy – he wasn’t! And then people were suddenly down at his level, checking his front paws, checking his hind legs, and one person reaching under him to feel where his penis was covered and trapped under that piece of leather. There were enough people surrounding him now that he couldn’t see Rosa anymore. He was on his own in the middle of a lot of people, all of whom were overly interested in him. He heard the name Tolliver more than a few times and figured that Rosa must have told them who had created all the leather that was attached to his body.
Finally, one last person pet his head, and he was finally able to see Rosa again.
“Bobo…come,” Rosa commanded.
Bobo was glad to go back to her and get somewhere where he wouldn’t be surrounded by so many people.
“There’s your water Bobo,” Rosa said as she glanced down at the bowl of water on the floor. “Better drink up. It’s going to be a long night.”
Bobo didn’t really want to drink just then, but he knew Rosa would probably be angry if he didn’t. He lowered his head to the bowl and started lapping at the water. But he barely started before he felt someone else next to him. He looked up and saw that naked woman leaning over him. And then she sat down on the floor right next to him.
He forgot completely about the water as he stared up at her face…just above the collar that surrounded her neck…the only thing she was wearing. Unable to help himself, his eyes went from her face, down to her naked breasts and the sexual need he had been plagued with for a while now, suddenly felt as alive as his darn tail. But when she reached out to pet him, it was all he could do to not moan or make any sound at all. Once again, his mind and body remembered what she had done to him the last time he was there. It had been…unforgettable! And then he saw the woman lean her head in toward his.
“I’m sorry I can’t do anything to please you the way I did last time,” she whispered so softly he almost didn’t hear. “I enjoyed that so much. I hope you did too. Would you mind if I just sat here and pet you for a while?”
Unable to answer, Bobo shifted his body a little closer, hungry for any contact with her that he could get. He sat there in an almost dreamlike state while she pet his head…while she pet his back…while she ran her soft hands down his front legs and examined his paws….and while she pulled on his tail a little to examine that. And then she went back to petting his head, while the people sitting at the table ignored both of them. Bobo was in heaven.
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“It’s not Bobo I need help with,” Rosa explained to George and the two dominant women he was sitting with. She had been introduced to both of them, but in her interest to show Bobo off, she had forgotten their names. She noted though that Connie seemed to know each of them. They had been talking about their problems with their dogs in general. Both of the woman at the table owned dogs, but since they both had smaller dogs, neither of them had ever done anything to really train them. “My bigger problem is with my other dog, Wolfie,” Rosa told them. “I love him to death, but since he’s a mix between a German shepherd and a husky, he’s more than a handful. And I simply can’t always control him.” She smiled. “He is really good protection though.” Her smile vanished. “Too much protection sometimes. Nobody can come to my front door unless I keep him out back.”
It was one of the women sitting at the table who had a suggestion. “If you’re looking for an expert to get some advice from, you should talk to Isabelle Cruz. Do you know her?”
Rosa shook her head. “No. Where can I find her?”
“She often shows up right here at the club,” the woman replied. “She’s actually a switch. Her husband is very dominant, but lately, Isabelle has been trying to branch out more and explore her own dominant side. But from what I gathered, she trains dogs professionally. Her husband too, I think. I never met him though, just her.”
Rosa was suddenly interested. Someone she could at least talk to. “Have you seen her here tonight?” she asked.
“Not yet,” the woman replied. “But I’ll keep an eye out for her. If I see her, I’ll let her know you’re looking for her.”
Rosa smiled. “That would be perfect!”
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The dungeon was just as cruel this time as it was the first time Bobo had been down there. People screaming in pain. People dishing out all that pain. Why would anyone put themselves through that kind of torture? He simply couldn’t understand it. But then, why would anyone put themselves through the kind of torture he had to endure day in, and day out. But he no longer had a choice in the matter, as if he ever did. He still didn’t believe that Rosa would have let him get out of it if he had simply fought back. She was simply too…dominant. She probably would have killed him if he had tried to fight against her. And the result was…Bobo. Himself. Or as Rosa was lately insisting – herself. A female dog? Not hardly.
Having his leash hooked to nothing more than a coat hook on a wall was all it took to keep Bobo from “wandering” off anywhere. It was so demeaning. Just like his entire life. And now Rosa had taken him and purposely shown him off to everyone as if she was really proud of what she had done to him. He wasn’t proud! Not a bit. And as far as he was concerned, Rosa should be ashamed of herself for the way she treated him – like a dog! Ugh!
He as very grateful when Rosa finally finished and led him back up the long flight of stairs. Of course he didn’t say anything about it, but he didn’t miss the few small spots of blood on her clothes. No question how that had happened. How many people had she tortured? How many people had she tortured in her entire life? And he was still betting that some of them were spies!
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As Rosa and Connie sat enjoying one last drink before heading home, Rosa was disappointed that she hadn’t heard from Isabelle Cruz…or anyone mentioning that they had seen her. Fortunately, Connie promised to keep asking around about her each time she came.
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Bobo licked at the fresh water in the bowl Rosa had put on the floor for him. He was hoping they would be getting out of there soon and going home. He was hoping even more that the naked woman would come back and pet him again. Just thinking about her stirred his sexual need to a frenzied amount…a need he was helpless to do anything about. But that didn’t stop him from thinking about that pretty woman, who had sat next to him and stroked him so tenderly, and who had been so kind to him. She had been…wonderful.