Training With Wolfie
By Karen Singer
Chapter 8 – Part 3 of 3
“Madame Rosa!” the man behind the desk exclaimed as they entered the small entrance foyer. “I heard you would be here tonight. It’s good to see you again.”
“Hi Henry,” Rosa replied to the rock of a man who guarded the club’s entrance. “It’s good to be back again.”
“Please sign our guest register,” Henry said.
Still holding Bobo’s leash, Rosa grabbed the pen and signed her name.
“And your slave?” Henry prompted. Everyone had to be signed in and accounted for.
“He’s not my slave,” Rosa replied. “He’s my dog.”
Henry wasn’t phased in the least. He had seen it all…many times. “Then would you also please sign your dog in as well.”
Rosa only smiled as she put “Bobo” down on the register. Connie signed in right after her and Henry wished them all a good time.
“What would you like first?” Connie asked as they entered the club proper.
“A good stiff drink!” Rosa replied. “Something to dull the pain from this corset!”
Brian stared wide-eyed around him as they headed through the crowded bar. There were all kinds of…weird people there. So many of them dressed in leather. So many of them dressed – just plain strange. Some were even naked! And yes, he was sure of it…he wasn’t the only one here wearing a collar…or a leash for that matter. But as far as he could see, he was the only one who had to behave like a stupid dog.
Rosa and Connie each ordered their drinks while Bobo sat silently beside them, still feeling totally embarrassed about being naked and acting like a dog – in public. When their drinks arrived, Rosa asked the bartender, “Is there any way I can have a small bowl of water for my dog? He’s very thirsty.” It wasn’t the first time the bartender had received a request like that. He simply nodded and a few minutes later handed over a small metal bowl full of water.
With the leash looped over her wrist, Rosa let Connie lead the way to one of the few empty tables. As she set the bowl of water on the floor for Bobo, she leaned in close to his head and whispered, although her voice sounded more like hissing! “I suggest you be a very good dog tonight. Don’t let me catch you even coming close to doing anything not like a dog! No matter what happens!” Then she stood up again and took her seat at the table.
Brian was still in shock over his entire strange situation. And now she had just threatened him…again. Nervously, he decided to do his best to behave just like she wanted. She used to torture spies…professionally! Fortunately, and strangely, the people in this oddball place didn’t act like he was that much of a big deal. Yes, most of them were staring at him…more than a few unbelievingly. But nobody had yet to say anything at all about the way she was treating him. Not wanting any water, he sat…like a dog, while Rosa and Connie seemed to ignore him…like a dog.
“Rosa! It’s good to see you again,” a man said as he walked up to the table. “And Connie, you’re looking as wonderful as ever!”
“Ah, George! A face I finally know! How are you?” Rosa replied.
As the people talked at the table above him, Brian took the time to check the guy out. He was dressed rather – normally! In fact, the only strange thing about him, wasn’t exactly him. It was the woman who stood silently behind him, staring at the floor and occasionally sending small glances in his direction. And she was wearing a collar too!
“You’ll forgive me for saying this,” George said to Rosa, “but I’m surprised to see you here. I heard you had retired – completely. And now you’re back, and with a new slave I see”
Rosa shook her head. “He’s not my slave. He’s my dog! George, this is Bobo. Go ahead and pet him. He doesn’t bite…yet.”
“Your dog? How…interesting,” George replied as he stared at Brian. He leaned down and pet Brian’s head for a moment. Then he turned to the silent woman behind him. He pointed at the floor. “Down!” he ordered. “You can keep the dog company while we talk.”
Very quickly, Brian found himself no longer alone on the floor. But now he was sitting there naked, while this beautiful woman was sitting right next to him. And he wasn’t sure what to make of it!
“Go ahead and pet him if you like,” Rosa said to the woman on the floor. “And talk to him too. I’m sure he’ll appreciate the attention.” She quickly looked up at George. “That is, if you don’t mind.”
George only shrugged as if he didn’t care. “As long as she doesn’t bother us,” he replied as he pulled out another chair and sat down.
Brian soon felt the woman’s soft feminine fingers running through his hair, over and over again. Then her hands wandered further down his back, rubbing him ever so gently. Further and further down…almost to his backside that he was sitting on. Despite the situation, he couldn’t help but be turned on by her attention.
“So you’re supposed to be a dog?” she whispered so softly he could barely hear her.
Did she expect him to answer? Was he supposed to answer? Mrs. Murphy had warned him in no uncertain terms that he couldn’t do anything at all not like a dog. And he had no doubt he would get seriously hurt if he did, so he remained silent as she continued to stroke him. Unfortunately, the more she touched him, the more his embarrassing situation got even more embarrassing as his naked penis started to grow. And no matter how he willed it not to, it seemed to have a life of its own.
“Did you hear me?” the woman whispered just a little bit louder. “So you’re a dog tonight? Do you like being a dog?”
Brian’s mind was torn between her question and his “growing embarrassment.” And he had no way to reply to the woman’s question. Maybe he should lay down instead of sitting up. That would at least hide what was happening to his penis. He started to move his legs forward so he could lay on his stomach, but he didn’t get far before he heard Rosa’s stern voice.
“Answer her, Bobo,” she said. She turned to the girl on the floor. “He’s really very smart. “Speak, Bobo!”
But Brian couldn’t find the courage to do what she wanted. Not here, not in public!
“Bobo! Speak!” Rosa commanded more sternly.
And before he knew he had done it, Brian barked like he usually did in their training sessions.
“Good boy, Bobo,” Rosa praised. She held out her hand. “Shake…” Brian raised his paw and let her shake it up and down a few times. Rosa held her hand out flat. “Bobo…down,” she said, drawing the word out a little like she usually did. Brian let himself down onto his stomach – which was the position he was trying to get into earlier to hide what was happening from the woman’s touch. “Good boy,” Rosa praised again. “Bobo, sit!” As much as Brian hated doing it, he forced himself back to his dog sitting position – where his embarrassing situation could be more clearly seen. Rosa ruffled the hair on his head. “See, he’s a smart one. Good dog, Bobo.”
Brian was glad for the praise…sort of. But he was more worried about what to do about his still mostly stiff penis. But at least her little trick demonstration had made it go down…a little bit. Now if it would just disappear altogether. He wished he, himself, could disappear as well. Unfortunately, he was still tethered to the leash in her hand.
Brian saw the woman next to him looking up at the man. Then she started pointing at his still erect penis.
“Yes, I see it,” the man said. “He turned to Rosa. “You’re…um…dog seems to be rather, enjoying this situation in an unexpected way.”
Rosa looked back down at Bobo. “Yes he is. Sorry about that, but you know how these male dogs can be sometimes. They get all hard at the worst times!”
George nodded at the woman on the floor. “If you like, she can take care of that little problem for you.”
Take care of it? Brian was suddenly nervous, mostly now because his embarrassment had become the topic of their conversation. And he couldn’t even hide it!
Rosa looked down at the two of them while she considered the question. “That depends,” she replied. “Does she mind sucking off a dog?”
“That isn’t her decision,” George replied. “If I tell her to do it, she’ll do it. But I think in this case especially, she’ll have no problem at all.”
Rosa considered that. “Very well.” She turned to Brian. “Bobo, lay down…on your side.” She looked up at George. “He can’t lay on his back as well, so this position will have to do.”
George didn’t reply to Rosa, instead he turned to the woman. “Go ahead, enjoy yourself.”
Before Brian knew what was happening, the woman had her head stuck not only into his crotch, but her mouth was engulfing his entire swollen penis. And her tongue…. It was like nothing he had ever felt in his life! He wanted to scream, he wanted to shout, but his wide eyes were locked onto the look that Mrs. Murphy was leveling at him, and even in this situation, he knew she wasn’t going to let him behave like anything but a dog! But oh man…heaven!!!
“Don’t let him cum dear,” Rosa suddenly said. “I’d like you to stop just before that.”
Brian, his penis still buried deep in the woman’s mouth, felt her stop and nod her head a little, then she went right back to doing what she was doing. He quickly felt his orgasm building, closer and closer, faster and faster and…and she was suddenly gone. Her mouth totally removed. She wasn’t even touching him. He wanted so badly to howl in frustration…like a dog. But he stayed silent…and shocked.
“If he’s a good dog all night, then maybe later you can finish what you started,” Rosa told the woman.
The woman just smiled and looked back at the floor.
“Don’t forget your water,” Rosa said to Bobo. “You may be grateful for that little drink later.”
Hating life and everything in it, Brian rolled over on his stomach, on top of his raging penis, and started licking at the bowl of water in front of him. The woman again sat petting his head as he drank.
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The staircase down to the “dungeon” was long and steep, but fortunately Rosa kept a tight hold on his leash and didn’t push him to go any faster than he was able. Just the word dungeon brought up so many frightening images to Brian’s mind, images that all seemed tame by the time they actually got there and looked around. The sound of painful screaming had reached his ears at the top of the staircase. The occasional loud sharp cracking sounds reached him a few steps later.
Brian couldn’t believe what he was seeing, there were men…and women too, chained and bound to the most hellish looking torture equipment he could imagine. And it looked like there were more than he would have imagined.
Crack! The sound turned his head quickly. He saw a man wielding a…whip of some sort against the back of some poor naked woman. Her cries of anguish sent fear all through Brian’s own body. He tried to hold back, but Rosa kept moving, kept forcing him to follow her.
“Rosa! There you are!”
“Ella!” Rosa replied happily. “I was hoping I would see you here.”
“I heard you were going to be here tonight,” Ella replied. “I’m so glad to see you!” She turned to the man who was stretched out, chained to a giant “X” made of heavy looking wood. “I’ve been saving this one – just for you. Kind of a welcome back present.” She looked down. “But I see you’ve already got your own slave.”
Once again, Rosa had to explain. “He’s not my slave. He’s my dog. This is Bobo.”
Brian didn’t know whether to sit or try to run under the woman’s scrutiny. “How delightful. And you said you retired. I knew it wasn’t true!”
“It is true. This just…came along.”
“So my little welcome back present won’t be going to waste?” Ella asked.
“To be honest,” Rosa replied, “this corset is so uncomfortably tight, that I’d really like to take my frustrations out somewhere.”
Ella laughed and just pointed at the man chained to the large “X.” “Enjoy yourself dear. And don’t be afraid. That one really needs a good beating!”
Brian was forced to follow Rosa over to a wall that was covered with all too many things he didn’t recognize – and didn’t want to recognize. Implements of torture was the only way his mind could categorize them. There appeared to be more on some shelves nearby. They were ugly things – all of them. He watched as she selected something long from the wall, swung it a few times, then put it back and selected something else. Eventually, she seemed happy with what she had chosen.
She started back toward the chained man, then stopped and turned around again. She hung the leash over a hook on the wall with some coats…and walked off again. Brian started to follow her, but he was immediately brought up short by his leash. It was hung on the hook where he couldn’t reach it…as if he had hands anymore. He was forced to stay right where he was and just watch. He found that he could just lay down if he wanted to, but the leash was hooked high enough that it pulled a little too tightly on his collar. His best position was to sit – as usual, like a dog.
He watched as she talked briefly to the man attached to the big “X”. Then she seemed to yell at him. And all too suddenly she swung at him with whatever it was that she was holding…some kind of a whip, he guessed. Brian actually let out a little yip of terror as the man on the cross screamed in pain and a large red welt appeared on his back. And then she hit him again! Torture indeed! He saw her talking to the man again…perhaps asking him to spill whatever information he knew? But somehow, he knew that this man wasn’t a spy. None of them were. This place was…something else. Something weird. Something…mad! Something…deranged!
He looked around the room and finally realized that all the people being tortured were doing it willingly – he thought. Talk about weird! Why would anyone do such a thing? But spies or not, one thing was perfectly clear to him – she did hurt men! In fact, it looked like she liked to hurt men. And…she seemed all too good at it. And now that he was seeing it for himself, the reality of it became all that much clearer. The simple beatings she had given him in the past were nothing compared to what she was capable of doing…compared to what she probably usually did. And his fear of her grew that much more.
Leashed to the wall…just as much as all those other people were chained or tied to other things, he was forced to sit and watch everything that went on in that room…that dungeon. And they were all frightening things. Distressing things. Horrible things. Things he wanted no part of. Yet he was there, trapped whether her liked it or not.
He saw so much bleeding. He saw so much pain. He heard so many screams. He heard so much crying. And he witnessed so much cruelty. All of it made his own plight look almost easy. He didn’t want to imagine what the others were going through.
Their stay in the dungeon seemed to go on forever. He watched his landlord whip another man after Connie had tortured two. And finally, she came back and picked up his leash again. She pet his head. “You’ve been such a good boy, Bobo,” she praised. Then she led the way back up the stairs – finally. And back into the bar again where she and Connie ordered another drink.
As he sat on the floor next to her, his eyes kept scanning the room for any sight of that strange woman. Mrs. Murphy had said that if he was a good dog she would let her finish what she had started earlier. He wasn’t sure if he should want that or not after what he had just witnessed, but he did. It had been the most amazing feeling ever! But the two women finished their drinks and got up from the table, and his leash made him follow them out the door. The naked woman had never shown up again.
Once again, Rosa took him to the little grass strip to relieve himself before getting back into the car. This time, he lifted his leg and went against the back of the bench instead of being forced to do it out at the very curb of the road. And fortunately, after that, he was put back in her car, hidden from sight.
The long ride home gave him plenty of time to reflect on what he had witnessed earlier. He didn’t want to reflect on it, but the images wouldn’t leave his mind. He only knew that he had feared her before, and now he feared her even more. She used to hurt men – professionally. And that reality was now all too clear to him.
His leash wasn’t removed until they were finally home, finally back in the house. And then he was sent out back with Wolf almost immediately. A short while later, they were back inside again. She had changed out of her outfit into her nightgown. He was ready for bed himself. A proper bed instead of the floor. But when he got to her room, he got a shock. There was a large cage against the wall of her room that hadn’t been there before – a dog cage he realized. One built for a dog Wolf’s size.
“I’m afraid you’ll have to sleep in the cage for now,” she told him. “We can’t have you wandering all over the house at night when I don’t know where you are or what you’re up to. So for now, I’m afraid it’s the cage.”
He held back, but she grabbed his collar and pulled him toward it. But as much as he held back, he didn’t dare hold back much. He had seen what she was capable of doing and it was all too fresh in his mind. And before he knew it, he was squeezing in through the door of the cage – into a world of horror.
Once he had passed mostly in, only then did she remove his leg bindings and remove the knee pads. Then she pushed him the rest of the way in and closed the door.
Brian looked around him and felt a wave of panic. He was in a cage! With bars! And there was no way out. He was trapped…like a criminal…no, more like an animal. At least the bottom had an old blanket of some sort for him to lay on. But stretching out was clearly impossible. The cage was a little longer than it was wide, and he had just enough room to turn around in the thing. But that’s about all he could do there.
Wolf came over and stuck his nose against the outside of the cage near his head. His long tongue found its way between the bars and managed to just lick Brian’s face. Brian appreciated the affection. He had no doubt that sometime in the past Wolf had experienced being cooped up in the cage too.
He laid down because there was no other option. His body was all scrunched up, but that was the only position the tight confines of the cage would allow him. With his mind still locked on the horror of the cage he was now stuck in, and the horror of what he had witnessed earlier in the dungeon, and the horror of what she was doing to him every day…he closed his eyes and did his best to go to sleep.
And in the dark of the night, even confined and as miserable as he was, his mind and body remembered the strange woman and what she had done to him. And that too was like another horror. Because being in the same room with Mrs. Murphy all night, he was too afraid to do anything about it.