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.
1 comment:
Ten chapters in and I wanted to let you know how much I appreciate the quality, and quantity, of your work. At the end of "Mister Mike", I was worried you would go on hiatus. As with your other fans, I pleaded for you to continue and even suggested a title I had read about in your long ago blog about "Wolfie". Thank you for considering the suggestion!
This particular story is yet another Master Piece. Okay, so we're only a quarter or so of the way into it, but it certainly has the qualities of a classic. There is tension! First, waiting for a Tuesday or Friday. Okay, that's personal. But second, I find myself genuinely caring whether Brian gets a call from school or not. He really can't win, of course, since school often makes him miserable. And third, there is the sexual tension. No, not between the owner and her new dog. But between Wolfie and Bobo. Wolfie continues to assert alpha male sexual qualities and you've written that Bobo "feels" this, but so far has managed to elude the genuine submissive humiliation of being humped by a male dog. And now we learn that Rosa is not likely to get involved. This is some great writing.
Maybe I suggested this story, but I'm not going to suggest possible story lines. You are the one with the gift and I know I will genuinely enjoy any direction you take this.
Again, I cannot thank you enough for "Wolfie", and all of your writings.
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