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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.
