Training with Wolfie - Chapter 12

Training with Wolfie

By Karen Singer

Chapter 12

Bobo woke early Sunday morning.  His legs had been bound up all night, but at least he didn’t have to sleep in the cage.  Having his legs bound all night didn’t exactly give him much freedom though.  There was no way he could go anywhere, and no way to stretch out comfortably.  And that didn’t even count having his hands being taped up into uselessness for days now.  He couldn’t wait to go home that night, if for no other reason than to have his hands free.  Of course, he had lots of reasons why he couldn’t wait to go home.  Too many to count.  How many hours until she set him free?  Way too many!  And in the meantime, he had no choice but to live as she was forcing him to do.  To live – as a dog!

It was a long while before he heard Rosa stirring and waking up.  He had dozed on and off continuously.  He was glad to see her getting out of bed finally.  He saw her petting Wolfie, who usually slept right next to her bed.  “Morning Bobo,” she called as she headed toward the bathroom.  Did she expect him to say good morning back?  He knew better.  She’d probably kill him if he did.

A few minutes later, he was outside to go to the bathroom again – with his legs still strapped up.  How long was she going to keep him that way?  Not that he seemed to have any say in the matter.  The grass was soaked from the rain the day before, but at least the clouds appeared to be clearing.  He walked over to the side of the yard where he usually peed and…

“No!” Rosa yelled as she ran off the porch. 

Shit!  Bobo had forgotten to check to see if she was watching.  He hadn’t lifted his leg when he started to pee.  And now….

Rosa ran right up to him and slapped his backside three times – hard!  “No!  You lift your leg to pee.  That’s the way male dogs always do it, and that’s the way I want you to do it.  So if you don’t want to get really punished hard, then you better start remembering that!”  She slapped him one more time, then walked off. 

Bobo stood there and watched her.  He soon had Wolfie right there licking his face.  It was a moment before he could continue what he had started a few minutes earlier…only this time, he lifted his leg before he peed.  It was so damn demeaning to have to do that.  One of the worst things about having to be a dog.

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All day long Bobo had to put up with doing the same tired things over and over again.  Playing with Wolfie.  Practicing the same stupid commands over and over again.  Licking Rosa’s private parts.  Eating only what and when Rosa allowed.  And generally, living the life of a dog.  And all day long, he tried to figure out how much longer until he could go home.  The entire day had seemed to drag by. 

She had unfastened his legs right before breakfast…well, her breakfast.  He and Wolf hadn’t gotten enough to be called much of anything.  And then right after dinner that night, she had strapped his legs up once again.  Couldn’t she make up her mind?  The only good part about having his legs strapped up, was the kneepads.  They were a big help.  But having his legs bound up – was a nuisance!  Not that he had any way to tell her that.  And he had no doubt that she wouldn’t care in the least what he thought about it.  But then, what else could he expect from someone who tortured spies for a living…or…well, who knows, maybe she really did torture spies at some point.

As the evening wore on, Bobo became more and more antsy…waiting with anticipation for the time he could go home.  The part that bothered him, was that he could tell it was getting really late in the evening.  She usually released him before this…as far as he could tell.  He had no idea what time it really was. 

He was very glad when her movie ended and she called him to her.  He was even more glad when she removed his leg straps and the kneepads.  Time to go home!  He and Wolf were let out into the back yard one more time for the night…where he was careful to lift his leg when he peed.  When he was done, he headed for the gate. 

“Bobo.  No!” Rosa yelled.  “Here boy!  Come!”

Now what?  Bobo crawled his way back up to the porch and sat…like the dog he had just spent the entire weekend living as.  Wolf trotted up the steps and headed for the door. 

“Come,” Rosa said as she grabbed Bobo’s collar and led him back into the house.

Once again, Bobo wondered what was going on.  Why wasn’t she letting him go home yet?  He followed Rosa and Wolf…back into her bedroom.  Wasn’t she going to send him home?  And then she was standing over him.  He sat…only to see her bending down towards him.  She grabbed his collar, and a minute later, he found himself once again inside that dog cage prison. 

Without a word of explanation, Bobo realized that he wouldn’t be going home that night.  He wouldn’t be going anywhere…not even inside her house.  He was trapped in jail again.  Why?  What if the school system called him in the morning?  Would she let him go early enough to get the call?  He was panicking inside as he tried to lay down and sleep.  But sleep didn’t come for many hours.  And even then, it was only short little dozing naps.  He was too worried about going home to sleep.  Too worried about what was going on.  Too worried…about his entire life…that seemed to be slipping away from him. 

What was going on?  Would she let him go him in the morning?  She better!  He could only wait…and pray.

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It was Monday morning.  At least he thought it was.  The sun was up, but had he not counted the days right?  She should have sent him home Sunday night.  But she hadn’t.  Unless today was Sunday.  It was getting hard to tell.  But he was still fairly sure that it was Monday…and that he needed to get home, if for no other reason than to wait for a call from the schools.  And they had to call!  They had to…because otherwise, he’d be right back here again, living as…Bobo.

The tight confines of the cage made sleeping even more difficult.  He had spent the previous night out of the cage, but his legs had been all bound up.  Tonight, his legs had been free, but he hadn’t been.  But what he really wanted was to be free of not just the cage, but his life as a dog!  That’s what he really wanted.  But Rosa was making sure he had no choice but to live the way she wanted him to. 

He finally heard her stirring.  He finally heard her slipping out of bed and greeting Wolfie.  And then she was standing over him.  “Hi Bobo,” she said.  “Sleep well?”  And then she was gone.  When she came out of the bathroom, she finally opened his cage and he hurried out. 

As always, he soon found himself outside with Wolfie to “do his business.”  He headed over to his usual peeing spot.  He turned back toward the porch.  He didn’t see her.  He squatted instead of lifting his leg.

“No!”  Rosa had partially hidden herself this time.  She had seen him looking for her.  And now he was trying to squat like a damn female dog again.  She ran right out to him and started slapping his butt.  Over and over again she hit him and yelled at him, trying to make her point.  This time, Wolfie came running up, but he stayed well out of the way. 

Bobo was crying by the time she finished hitting and yelling at him.  After she walked away, Wolf was there to lick his face.  He appreciated the loving concern of the big dog.  He had always liked Wolf.  It was a few minutes before he could finally pee…lifting his leg the way she demanded.  Ugh!  He hated doing that!  But then he hated living like a dog too.  When was she going to let him go home?

It wasn’t until after breakfast that he realized that she wasn’t going to send him home.  Why not?  What if a school called?  But having little choice, all he could do was wait. 

After breakfast, she again bound his legs up.  He was getting so used to having them that way now that he hardly noticed…other than the fact that he liked having the kneepads, and that doing anything else was that much more difficult. 

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Routine, routine, routine.  His day was just like so many other days.  Would she send him home that night – finally?  Would she?  He had no way to ask her, and she didn’t appear to be giving him any hints.  So his day was the same as all the rest of his days.  Playing with Wolfie, practicing the same stupid commands.  Napping wherever he could.  Relieving himself either at the side of the fence when he peed or going to the back of the yard when he needed to do anything else.  And of course, eating only what little Rosa gave him to eat. 

So was it Monday like he thought?  Or was it really Sunday?  It was hard to tell.  He finally figured out the answer to that question when bedtime came and she didn’t send him home again.  Once again, he didn’t have to sleep in the dreaded cage, but once again, he spent the entire night with his legs bound up.  Was there a pattern there?  Whenever he had his legs free at night, she  stuck him in that cage.  But when his legs were bound, he had the freedom to move around the house…as if he had somewhere to go…which he didn’t.  He slept over next to her dresser, while Wolf slept right next to her bed where he could get stepped on if she wasn’t careful when she got up. 

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Tuesday, Wednesday…was it Thursday?  He wasn’t totally sure.  A few days later, he knew he had no idea in the world what day it really was.  None!  One day was pretty much like the next.  Routine.  As the days continued to pass, things became even harder to keep track of, and he finally stopped trying.  What would be the point?  The only things different that ever seemed to happen were the times when her friend Connie would stop by, or they spent the morning in the house while the grass was being cut, or someone came to the door and Wolf went crazy.  And even those major events had now become routine.  Normal.  He was quickly realizing that he was now living the life of a dog.  A total dog.  And she had lied to him.  There was no way out for him…and there never had been.

Just to spit her…or maybe it was because he hated doing it the way she wanted, he still looked up at the porch every time he needed to pee so see if she was watching.  If he didn’t see her, he didn’t bother lifting his leg.  If she was there, he didn’t dare not do it right.  She had caught him at it a few times and he had gotten punished pretty badly each time, but even those punishments didn’t seem to stop him from trying to do it the way he wanted rather than the way she wanted.  Demeaning was demeaning.  Living as a total dog now was horribly demeaning.  Why make things even worse when he didn’t have to? 

He noticed that he was spending more and more time with his legs bound up.  He rarely got put in the cage at night anymore since she was keeping his legs tied.  He was grateful to stay out of that cage.  Just being in it was a world of horror!  And having his legs bound up so much was also becoming…routine.  Normal.  And the kneepads really were a big help. 

But there was one thing that was becoming more and more of a problem for him.  One thing personal.  Living the way he was now, he couldn’t get any sexual relief.  Wolf, he knew, had much the same problem.  He knew that for a fact because very often as they played, Wolf would still keep trying to mount him.  Sometimes it was really difficult to keep Wolf away.  A few times now Wolf had almost managed to shove his penis right into his ass!  He had also seen Wolf get punished for trying to hump Rosa’s legs a few times.  So he knew for a fact that Wolfie was just as sexually frustrated as he was. 

But that didn’t mean that in the middle of the night, when Rosa was sleeping, that his mind didn’t remember all the details of that strange woman he had met at the club who had put her mouth right over his cock and had made him feel so very, very good.  Nearly every night now that memory came back to him, and in the dark of the night, he rubbed his aching penis, wanting to get the relief he desperately needed.  Except he didn’t dare ever shoot his load.  What would she do to him if she found a mess like that on the floor?  She’d probably kill him.  But would it be worth it just to get that relief finally?  He was strongly leaning in that direction. 

He didn’t know what day it was…not that days mattered anymore.  But he was again rubbing his penis in the dark of the night.  The memory of that woman’s lips was stronger than ever.  Should he go all the way?  Should he get the relief he needed?  He went from rubbing himself with his bound up hands, to rubbing his turgid penis against the floor.  One way, then the other, bringing himself all the pleasure he could, without actually cumming.  When a bit of seamen leaked out, he used his bound up hands to wipe it, then he licked them clean so she wouldn’t know, then he went back to pleasuring himself as much as he dared.

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Rosa was restless.  It had been a day of more troubles with her tenants than she liked.  Some days went like that.  Fortunately, most days were trouble free and her rental properties took care of themselves.  In the dark of her room, she heard some small sounds…not the sounds her dogs usually made when they were sleeping.  These sounds were different.  She could hear Wolf’s heaving breathing next to her bed.  He was sound asleep, so the sounds didn’t come from him.  Bobo?  She reached over and turned on her light and immediately looked over at him.  He was on the floor next to her dresser where he usually slept.  He looked up at her with a frightened look on his face.  The reason for it was very apparent.  She could see his bound up paws all over his penis.  She could even see the bit of precum leaking out of it.  “No Bobo.  No!  Stop that!”  She got out of bed, went over to the dog and slapped his hands away from his penis.  Then she slapped his penis itself – hard.  Just once. 

Bobo was scared the moment the light had come on.  She had caught him!  But when she slapped his penis, it had hurt.  A lot!  He whined in submission, hoping she wouldn’t hit him there again.  Fortunately, he didn’t. 

“Stupid dog!” Rosa muttered.  “Stupid male dogs.  I should have had Wolfie fixed when he was younger.  I ought to do the same to you.  Since she was up, she went into the bathroom to pee.  When she came out, she looked down at Bobo again.  “Don’t do that again!” she threatened.  “Ruined my sleep,” she muttered as she got herself back in bed and turned the light out.  Damn male dogs.  Damn males in general.

Bobo tried to not touch himself anymore that night.  It was difficult, but he forced himself to do it.  It was a long time before he managed to get to sleep.

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Morning came way too early for Bobo.  He hadn’t slept that much all night.  That didn’t exactly worry him.  Living the way he was, he and Wolf often slept for major parts of the day.  They slept inside or outside.  Whenever or wherever they were.  Mostly though, it was up to Wolfie as to when and where he decided to take one of his naps.  And when he did, Bobo napped too.  What else did he have to do?  Nothing.

When Rosa got out of bed, she greeted both dogs like she always did.  Since he was out of his cage, she briefly rubbed Bobo’s head like she did with Wolf.  When she came out of the bathroom, like she always did, she sent the two of them outside to do their business.  And like she was sometimes doing, she hid herself on the porch instead of going back in the house, just to keep an eye on Bobo.  Damn dog!

She watched as he went over to the side of the yard where he usually peed.  She watched as he briefly turned his head back toward the porch, and she watched as he squatted to pee like a female dog instead of a male dog.  “No!” she yelled as she headed for the steps.  As fast as she could, she crossed the yard to where the stupid dog was and started slapping his backside.  It wasn’t lost on her the way he whined like a dog when she did it.  And he better not make any other sound that wasn’t like a dog, or he’d be in for some major trouble. 

Once again, hoping she had finally gotten her point across she left him.  Damn dog.  She really should neuter him.  Wolfie too for that matter.  First last night she had caught him trying to masturbate right there in her bedroom.  And not today he was trying to pee like a female dog again…for the umpteenth time.  She had no doubt he was doing that purposely.  Damn dog.  She really should…  She stopped as she was climbing the steps up to the porch.  An idea hit her.  She finally went all the way into the house, still thinking about that idea.  She didn’t really know what could be done, if anything, but she had no doubt that it was worth a try.

It was mid-morning when she finally figured it was time to do something about her idea.  Bobo and Wolfie were out in the backyard as usual.  And all she had to do to act on her idea, was to pick up her telephone.  “Hello?  Mr. Tollliver?”

“Ahh.  Madam Rosa.  I was going to be calling you either later today or tomorrow.  I have your order very nearly ready.”

“That’s what I’m calling about Mr. Tolliver,” Rosa replied.  “I have a little problem with Bobo and I was wondering if there was some way you could help me out with it.”

“And what’s that?” Tolliver asked.

“Well, you see…I don’t know if it’s possible but….”