Training with Wolfie - Chapter 8 – Part 1 of 3

Training With Wolfie

By Karen Singer

Chapter 8 – Part 1 of 3

     It was still very early in the morning when Rosa awoke, only because she felt the urge to pee.  As she got out of bed, she automatically scanned the barely lit room to see where Wolf was.  She quickly found him in his usual spot near the side of her bed where she sometimes stepped on him if she wasn’t careful.  But as she looked further, she couldn’t see…Bobo.  Where was he?  As she headed quietly toward her bathroom, she continued looking around, but she didn’t see him.  “Bobo?” she called softly.  “Bobo?”  Still no sign of him. 

     Coming more awake now, she continued searching for him as she went into the bathroom to relieve herself.  But once she was done, she again took up her search. Where was that damn dog?  Had Brian finally gotten the courage to do something to fight back?  Had he somehow left her house without her knowing about it?  But the minute she reached the living room, she heard the heavy breathing of someone sound asleep.  She turned on the hallway light instead of the living room light so the brightness wouldn’t wake him.  She expected to find him on the floor, but instead he was stretched out on her couch – looking all too human.  No, no, no!  She didn’t really mind that he was on the couch.  What she minded was that he looked so human in the way he was laying there. 

     As quietly as possible, she went out to her kitchen where she had to search a bit to find the rolled up newspaper she used on him – but hadn’t needed in a while now.  Just as quietly, she went back to the living room where he was sleeping.  She reached for the light on the end table next to the sofa and turned it on.  The next second she was hitting him over and over again with her newspaper.  “Bad dog!  Bad dog!  Bad, bad, bad!  Get off that couch and down on the floor where you belong!”

     Brian had been sleeping blissfully when suddenly he was being attached ferociously.  It took his sleepy brain a moment to realize what was going on and that she was hitting him with her newspaper again.  Totally frightened and panicked, he rolled off of the couch and tried to crawl away from her.  But she grabbed his collar and delivered three more blows to his backside, each time telling him he was a bad dog! 

     Rosa let him cower down by her feet for a few moments.  The fool still wasn’t fighting back in any way at all.  She was starting to really think he deserved the treatment she was giving him.  “Back to the bedroom…now!” she ordered, landing one more half-hearted swat to his back. 

     She noticed now that Wolf had finally woken up and was watching everything intently…probably making sure nobody was harming her.  She turned the living room light off again as Brian was halfway across the room.  The hallway light followed soon after.  “Now you stay in this room until it’s time to get up!” she ordered.  She got back in bed, but it was a long time before she could get back to sleep again, and even then, she didn’t sleep soundly.  Damn dog!

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     She was out of bed again earlier than usual, mostly because she never did get fully back to sleep.  As she wrapped her robe around her, Wolfie hauled himself sleepily to his feet.  “Let’s go boys,” she said as she headed out toward her kitchen. 

     Brian followed, but since she had punished him earlier, he lagged way behind. 

     Rosa went straight out to her back door where she opened it and let Wolf outside.  “Hurry up, Bobo!” she called, trying to get Brian to move a bit faster. 

     Brian crawled faster and was quickly outside again – where he soon realized how cold it was.  He saw wolf already down on the grass sniffing around.  Wolf didn’t seem to even notice the colder temperature, but then Wolf had a wonderfully thick fur coat.  Brian had nothing.  He heard the door closing behind him.  He was stuck outside in the cold.  Put out – like a dog.  Carefully, he started down the steps and out into the yard.  His body shivered a bit by the time he reached the grass.  He crawled over to one of the spots he often used to relieve himself – a place where he didn’t usually crawl through at any other time.  Instead of lifting his leg like Wolf did, he spread his legs and squatted his backside down a bit and let loose straight onto the grass.  So what if she had yelled at him for doing it that way yesterday.  She wasn’t outside right now.

     From inside her kitchen, Rosa watched her two “dogs” out in the backyard.  She saw the way Brian relieved himself and pursed her lips over it.  He was obviously trying to get away with as much as he could now.  Well, she would have to watch him more closely for a while.  One way or another, she would train all that rebellion out of him – unless he really did get up the nerve to rebel.  But if he did, then he better do it soon, because in a few more weeks, he would never get the opportunity again!

     She left her dogs out in the yard while she pulled a package of bacon out of the refrigerator and put a frying pan on her stove.  A short while later, the first part of that package was sizzling away in the pan, infusing the entire kitchen with the wonderful aroma of bacon.  It wasn’t until she put the last of the package on to fry that she let her two dogs back into the house again. 

     Wolf ran into the kitchen sniffing around, he jumped up on the counter to see if he could get at any of the bacon, but she had put it too far back on the counter for him to reach.  “Wolfie!  Get down!” Rosa yelled as she continued to hold the door open until Brian could get through it.  Brian was always so much slower, but then, she had to expect that.  He too crawled eagerly into the kitchen – obviously wanting some breakfast.  Well, he was the reason she had cooked the entire package instead of just a few pieces for herself and Wolfie.

     When the bacon was ready, she pulled it out of the pan and added it to the plate with the rest of the bacon.  Both her dogs were waiting anxiously.  Both fully alert.  But they were going to have to wait.  They both had to learn that she came first – always!  She took the time to poach herself an egg, then she sat down and ate her breakfast while the dogs looked on hungrily.  She noticed that Brian looked almost desperate for some of what she was eating.  That was good because his reaction was almost just like Wolf’s.  But like Wolfie, he was going to have to wait.  

     Only when she was completely finished with her own breakfast did she take the remainder of the bacon and divide it equally into each of their dog bowls.  She set Wolf’s down first, then she set Brian’s down.  Both dogs eagerly attacked the food in their bowls. 

     Wolf didn’t chew his bacon up nearly as much as Brian did.  The result was that Wolf was almost done with his by the time she had set Brian’s bowl on the floor.  Seeing that Brian still had bacon, he nosed over to try to get some.  Brian had to fight the big dog off again by keeping his face firmly in his bowl and moving his body around to keep Wolf away.  He also tried to chew less and swallow faster so Wolf wouldn’t have time to get any.  By the time that Wolf finally backed off, Brian had finished all of his bacon – never really having the chance to enjoy it.  But now that he had eaten a little, he was hungrier than ever.  The bacon had only whetted his appetite.  Unfortunately, it didn’t look like Mrs. Murphy was going to give him anything else.  But at least he had eaten a little.  To help ease his hunger, he drank deeply from his water bowl.

     Rosa went to her bedroom and got dressed.  When she was finished, she grabbed Brian’s knee pads and straps and once again bound his legs up.  Then, since the dogs had eaten a little while ago, she let them back out into the yard again to play for a while. 

     Brian shivered again in the cool air, but at least he could tell that it wasn’t nearly as cold as it had been earlier.  And now that the morning was a bit later, he thought that it would probably warm up considerably by the afternoon.  But that didn’t help him much now.  While Wolf again sniffed around the bushes and peed on them.  He laid down on the porch where he wouldn’t have to get out into the still dew-damp lawn. 

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     While the dogs were outside, Rosa stood in front of her bedroom closet with a problem.  She had promised Connie that she would go to the club that night, but she had nothing to wear.  It had been a few years now since she had been a member…a few years since she had retired from her former profession.  And in that time, she had gained a lot more weight than she was happy with.  It normally wouldn’t bother her so much, but at the club, she wanted to look like the sexy dominatrix she used to be.  But she had nothing to wear! 

     She quickly sorted through outfit after outfit, but nothing seemed appropriate…at least nothing that would fit anymore.  She still had a few of her old outfits left, but there was no way she could even think about getting into any of them now.  With a frustrated sigh, she decided that it would be better if she didn’t go. 

     Hating that she had gotten so flabby, she picked up her phone and called Connie.  “I can’t go!” she said as soon as her friend had answered.

      “Rosa?” Connie replied, trying to make sure of who she was talking to.

      “Who else,” Rosa replied with the same frustration.  “It’s off!  I’m not going!”

      “To the club tonight?”

      “Tonight or any other night!”

      “Why not?”

      “Because I’ve gotten old and flabby…and fat!”

      “What?”

      “I don’t have anything I can wear!  Nothing!  I’m too flabby, too fat…and too old!”

      “Nonsense!  Stop talking like that.”

      “You’d talk like this too if it was you!”

      “Stop it Rosa.  Tell you what, I’ll stop by later and we can look at what you’ve got together.  We’ll find something.  I’m sure of it.”

      “Don’t bet on it!  But you’re more than welcome to come.  You know that.”

      “Don’t worry, I’ll be there.  And we’ll fix it!”

     Rosa didn’t believe they’d fix anything.  Not for a minute!

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     At lunchtime, she ate her lunch while each of her dogs ate one of the large dog chews.  Since Bobo seemed to accept it so readily, she wondered if he was actually becoming more used to the routine now…or was he just that hungry…or both?  Not that it mattered.  She was bound and determined to turn him into as much of a dog as possible – unless of course he finally decided to fight back.  What was wrong with him?  She knew for a fact that he didn’t like being treated this way!

     She had taken the straps off his legs again just before lunch.  But as she watched him working on his dog treat, she decided that she preferred the straps holding his legs up.  There were so many subtle little things that he was forced to do more like a dog with them up.  Things like the way he moved, or when he sat, or even just when he laid down on the floor to rest.  With the straps, he didn’t lay around with is legs extended in any way at all – which made him seem a little “less” human. 

     Connie stopped by a little while later – to the clamor of Wolf trying to break down the front door to get at whoever was on the other side.  Rosa had to fight with him just to open the door to see who was out there – and even then Wolf refused to stop barking.

     Connie had retreated way back from the door the moment she heard Wolf raising such a fuss inside.  She was definitely scared of that dog!  “Is it safe to come in?” she asked as soon as Rosa had opened the door – slightly – to make sure that Wolf couldn’t get out. 

      “It’s safe,” Rosa confirmed.  “It just doesn’t sound like it.  I really need to get some help with him.  He’s impossible!”

     Connie could only agree as she tentatively tried to enter.  The moment her leg got through the thin opening between the door and the frame, Wolf started sniffing at her.  A moment later, he stopped barking and retreated back to the other side of the room.  He knew who Connie was.  She was no threat to any of his territory.

      “Whew!” Connie exclaimed as she finally got inside.  “My heart is still pounding!  I like it better when he’s out in the backyard.”

      “Yeah,” Rosa agreed.  “Sorry about that.  I didn’t know when you were coming.”

      “It’s okay…just as long as he doesn’t eat me!”

     Rosa laughed a little at Connie’s attempt at a joke.  But the truth was, it was less joke than reality.

     Connie looked around the room.  “Where’s…”

      “Bobo?”  Connie nodded.  “I think he ran for cover the moment you knocked at the door.”

      “So he’s still here?”

      “He has been since yesterday.  I didn’t let him go home last night and he’s not going home tonight either.  Not until tomorrow night, and that’s only because he could get a call to go to work Monday morning.”

      “So where is he?”

     They didn’t find him until they got all the way back to Rosa’s bedroom – which was where they needed to go anyway.  Bobo was hiding on the far side of the bed. 

     Connie laughed a bit when she saw him.  “I guess he’s a little shy.”

      “Yeah,” Rosa agreed.  “That’s one more thing I’m going to have to train out of him.”

      “He’ll get a little practice tonight.”

      “Not unless I can find something decent to wear!” 

     Connie only laughed again as together they started going through not only Rosa’s closet, but her chest containing her old dominatrix equipment.

     Since it was only Connie who was visiting, Brian stayed in the same room with them.  But he also stayed near the bed, close to where he had been.  Wolf came over and laid down next to him to take another of his endless naps.  But while Brian also laid down, he was too intent on listening to the two women in the room talking.  What was going on tonight?  Something that involved him – of that he was sure.  And whatever it was, it scared him.

     Connie pounced on a large white peasant blouse that she found toward the back of the closet.  “Here, this should be perfect!” she declared.  “You can wear it with your red jeans.”

      “That old thing?  It’s about as shapeless as you can get!”

      “Not if you wear your red corset over top of it.”

     Rosa shook her head.  “I couldn’t get back into that corset again in a million years!”

      “Oh come on!  Try it!  Just loosen the laces all the way first and I’ll tighten them for you.”

      “Are you serious?”

      “Do it, Missy!” Connie ordered like she was talking to one of her underlings.

     Rosa didn’t know if she should laugh or be offended.  She finally chuckled a bit as she started undressing.  “You’ll see!”

     Brian couldn’t believe it.  He was right there in the room with her, and she was undressing like he wasn’t even there!  First her shirt, then her pants, then her bra!  Right down to her panties!  He could see everything!  And she didn’t act like he even existed!  But as shy as he was, there was also no way he could not watch.

     Rosa knew Brian was in the room and that he was watching her.  But she was bound and determined to turn him into a dog…which also meant that she had to learn to think of him as a dog…and nothing but a dog.  So she did her best to totally ignore him.  And she found that even while she was busy with Connie, the thought of what she was doing with Brian was turning her on – more than a bit. 

     The baggy blouse had always been comfortable – and was still fairly pretty.  The red jeans were so tight they were horrible – but she did get them on and she did fasten them.  But they were so tight!  They did look fairly sexy on her though – or so Connie told her.  But now it was time for the damn corset.  One that Tolliver had made for her once upon a time.  It was beautifully made – for a smaller body. 

     She watched as Connie untied the laces and stretched everything as wide as it would go.  Then she stepped into it and worked it all the way up into place. 

      “Ready for me to tighten it now?”

      “You mean it’s not tight enough already?” Rosa asked jokingly.

      “Just hold still girl and grab the bedpost.  You’re going to look like a million bucks by the time I’m done!”

     Brian’s eyes’ bulged almost as much as Rosa’s breasts as he watched Connie tightening the laces more and more, compressing Rosa’s figure more and more. 

      “Enough!” Rosa finally shouted.  “I can barely stand it like it is.  In fact it may be too tight now!”

     Connie tied the strings off and stood back to see what she had accomplished.  Rosa, almost sheepishly, turned around.  “What do you think?” Rosa asked.

     Connie’s face lit up into a very wolfish grin.  “See for yourself,” she replied as she gestured toward the mirror.

     Rosa walked over to her mirror.  “Geez!  I may not be what I once was, but maybe I don’t look too bad.”

      “Don’t look too bad!” Connie exclaimed.  “You look great!  Now, where’s those red boots of yours?”  She didn’t bother waiting for an answer.  Instead she went back to the bottom of the closet and hunted until she found them. 

      “You’re trying to kill me,” Rosa exclaimed when she saw the stiletto heeled boots in Connie’s hand.

     Connie just giggled and said.  “Sit back on the bed.”

     Rosa sat on the bed and let Rosa work the boots onto her feet.  Zipping them up was another chore since her legs weren’t as skinny as they used to be either.  But the boots did go on…even if they were two sizes too small now.

     Rosa got back to her feet.  It took her a moment to re-accustom herself to the very high thin heels.  Then she walked back to her mirror to survey – the damage. 

      “Wait a minute,” Connie exclaimed before Rosa could get a good look at herself.  She ran over to Rosa’s toy chest and hunted around for a moment.  She finally pulled out one of Rosa’s longer whips.  She handed it to the older woman and watched as Rosa again surveyed her reflection in the mirror.  “Welcome back, Madame Rosa,” she said quietly.  “Welcome back.”

     Rosa said nothing for a few moments.  She was too startled over the transformation the corset and boots had made.  Once again, she praised the craftsmanship of Edward Tolliver.  “I guess I don’t look too bad,” she admitted.  “But I’m not sure I can go that long with this corset so tight!  I’m going to get very irritable if I have to wear it all evening!”

      “Then take it out on your customers!”

      “Don’t think I won’t!”  Rosa shot back.  She looked at herself for a few moments more.  No, she didn’t look at all like she used to look.  But still…not too bad.  “Now get this damn corset off me before I faint!”

     Brian’s brain was on overload.  Seeing her all dressed…he could just picture her standing over some spy tied to a chair, her whip in her hand, ordering the spy to talk.  He could just as easily see her using that whip to beat the spy into a bloody senseless pulp.  It was more than a bit frightening.  He was actually glad when Connie finally untied the corset and Rosa got fully undressed again – right in front of him. 

      “I’ll help you get ready tonight,” Connie offered.

      “That’s good,” Rosa replied.  She glanced briefly at Brian.  “Besides, I could use your support with some other things too.”

     Connie only laughed.  “No problem!”

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