Training with Wolfie - Chapter 11 Part 2 of 2

Training With Wolfie

By Karen Singer

Chapter 11 Part 2 of 2

     He certainly didn’t sleep well.  How could anyone sleep well when they were all scrunched up and locked in a cage that was meant for a dog?  It was impossible!  He did doze.  It was the only thing that made his night tolerable. 

     He was very grateful when he finally heard Rosa stirring and then slide out of bed.  He could hear Wolfie greeting her from where he had slept next to the side of her bed.  Then she was walking past him, pausing only a moment to stare down through the top of the cage at him.  “Morning Bobo,” she said…just before she turned and continued on into the bathroom.  She was back a few minutes later though and opened the cage door.  Bobo couldn’t crawl out of that cage fast enough. 

     He was immediately greeted by Wolfie’s tongue giving him a good affectionate face cleaning.  With Rosa watching, he was too afraid to hug Wolfie like a human would, so he did his best to press his body against Wolf and rub his head against the side of Wolfie’s neck.  Wolf of course returned the loving gesture. 

      “Let’s go boys, outside,” Rosa said as she headed for the kitchen.  A minute later, Bobo found himself outside in the still cool damp air.  He noticed how cloudy it was.  Was it supposed to rain?  He had no way of knowing other than the fact that it felt like it.

     Wolf sniffed around the bushes up close to the porch for a few minutes, then he peed against a group of them.  A minute later, he was trotting across the yard toward the back where he preferred to do his other business.  Bobo preferred him to do it back there too.  He didn’t want to be crawling through all that stuff more than he had to.  While Wolf was off doing that, he headed toward the side of the yard where he preferred to pee.  He squatted down and let loose.

     Rosa hadn’t gone back inside, she was standing on her porch watching – for just this!  “No!” She yelled as she hurried toward the steps.  “Bobo…no!”  She was down the steps hurrying toward him as fast as she could.

     Bobo didn’t know what was going on.  He was just trying to pee.  And now she was running at him like she was angry.  He tried to cower away from her, but he ran into the fence.

      “No!  Bad dog!” Rosa yelled.  She slapped his rear end with her hand.  “Dogs lift their legs when they pee!” she yelled.  She ignored Wolfie’s sudden barking and hit him again.  “Now do it again, and lift your leg!”

     Bobo wasn’t sure he could pee now.  Not with the way she was yelling at him.  And especially not the way she wanted him to do it.  He suddenly found Wolf all over him, jumping on him and nuzzling him. 

     Rosa grabbed Wolf’s collar and pulled him away from Bobo.  “Now pee properly!  Like a dog!  Like you’re supposed to!” Rosa ordered menacingly. 

     Bobo was scared.  Too scared to resist.  He lifted his leg toward the fence, and forced himself to pee that way.  It was…one of the more demeaning things about having to live like a dog that he was forced to do. 

      “Now see to it that you do it that way – all the time!  No more of this peeing like a female dog.  Or so help me, I’ll cut that silly thing off of you and turn you into a real female dog – permanently!”  Wolf barked, and she released the hold she had no his collar.  Once again, Wolf jumped all over Bobo and licked him affectionately.  Rosa turned and went back into the house, hoping she had gotten her point across.  She had no doubt that she would have to keep watching until she was sure Bobo had learned – properly! 

     Now that her blood was up from having to yell at Bobo, she found the straps and kneepads for his legs and went back outside.  When she came back in to fix her breakfast, Bobo’s legs were once again bound up the way they soon would be when Tolliver finished his creations for her.  Bobo was going to have to get used to them being that way – permanently.  Sometimes it was something of a bother for her to keep binding his legs, then unbinding them, but she was enjoying the process herself, so she continued the way she had started – keeping him bound up for longer and longer periods of time.

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      “More tea?”

      “No thanks,” Connie replied as she glanced again at the building clouds in the sky.  It was shortly after lunch and they had been sitting on Rosa’s back porch talking, while Wolfie and Bobo were wrestling with each other out in the yard.  “Does he know he won’t be going home anymore?” Connie asked.

      “I can’t see how he could, since I didn’t tell him.  I’m sure he’s figured out that he’ll be spending the weekend here again, but beyond that, there’s no way he could know.”

      “So you’re not telling him anything?”

     Rosa smiled slyly.  “Why should I?  He’s a dog!  What would he understand?”

     Connie chuckled.  “So basically, his house would be available for me to move into now if I needed it?”

      “I’m sure you could.  Although to be honest, I’d really rather wait until after Tolliver’s things are ready for him – just on the unlikely chance that he finally fights back enough to get out of this.”

      “And what if I need someplace to go before then?”

     Rosa smiled.  “How many times in the past did we stumble in together from the club, and you spent the night in my guestroom?  You can stay there until there’s no chance that Brian will be moving back into his house next door.”

     Connie smiled.  “I think I can manage that.”  Her smile turned serious.  “So what happens after you move him out?  I’ll be renting his house for a few months.  What about after that?  You’re only going to be keeping him as a dog for a few months or so.  Will he be moving back in after I leave?”

      “I really don’t know.  That’s all part of things I’ve been spending a lot of time thinking about lately.  What about after I’m done with him?  He can’t pay his rent now.  To be honest, he’s barely been able to pay it since he moved in.  Almost every month he has to pay the late fee for his rent – which only makes things worse for him.”

      “So you won’t let him move back in?”

      “I didn’t say that.  I’m just saying he hasn’t been able to pay his rent very well in the past, this month included, and when I’m done with him, since I’m pretty much preventing him from working, he won’t have any money to move in anywhere else.”

      “So you’re going to just let him go home and give him free rent for a while?”

     Rosa shrugged.  “Maybe.  I really haven’t figured it out yet.  Part of the whole problem here is that he needs a different job.  He can’t see that he’s totally unfit to be a teacher.  If the kids in every single grade from kindergarten to high school walk all over him, then he really needs to see that he has to find a better job.”

      “Like what?”

      “I don’t know.  The guy just has no backbone.  I have no doubt he tried to go into teaching because after school, it was the only thing he could think of.  And from everything he’s told me, he failed miserably at just being a substitute teacher.  I’m pretty sure he’s so bad at it, that the schools put him at the very bottom of their list of people to call when they need someone.”

      “So what are you going to do?” Connie asked again.

      “I don’t know.  I really don’t.  Of course, a lot of it will ultimately be up to him.  But since I’m basically holding him prisoner for the next few months, I probably should at least come up with some kind of alternative suggestions for him.  But will he have the backbone to follow through with any of them?  That much, I guess will remain to be seen.”

      “But despite all that, you’re still going through with your plan to turn him into a dog?”

     Rosa smiled.  “I think I mentioned that I’m rather enjoying it more than I thought I would.”

     Connie chuckled.  “Enough that you’re not even letting him go home anymore.”

      “No.  Unless he finds a little courage, you’re going to be the only one staying in that house for a while.”

      “How about his things in the house?  I know it’s only for a few months, but are you going to move his things out before I move in?”

      “Of course.  It shouldn’t take much at all.  You know the house is furnished, and I don’t think he’s got many things at all of his own.  When the time comes, I’ll move his things into storage and I’ll call in one of my cleaning crews.  The whole place will be clean and fresh before you step into it.”

      “That sounds great!”

      “In fact,” Rosa said as she thought about it.  “Why don’t we take a look through the house right now?  I need to see just what he’s got in there.  I also need to make sure nothing needs to be fixed.  And I should really lock the place up since he won’t be going home anymore.  Want to come?”

      “I thought you’d never ask!” Connie replied with a smile.

      “We’ll go out through the front door so the dogs aren’t disturbed.”           

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     Connie looked carefully around Brian’s living room…or what most likely used to be his living room.  She supposed there was still a chance he could come back to it, but from everything she’d seen so far, she didn’t think that was likely at all.  She knew Rosa felt even more so about it.  The place wasn’t big.  In fact, it was small.  The furnishings however were fairly new, having just been replaced before Brian moved in. 

     As she walked through the house, she realized the place was fairly neat, but dusty.  It was easy to see that the real reason it was so neat, was because Brian simply didn’t have that much.  His bed was unmade, and he had a nice suit all laid out on it, ready to put on to go to work.  She had no doubt he had been probably hoping desperately for a chance to go to work.  But as Rosa had said earlier, he simply wasn’t cut out to be a teacher.  She didn’t know what he would be cut out to be…other than a dog…but evidently teaching was out. 

      “Here’s the part about this place that I thought you’d really like,” Rosa said as she opened a door in the kitchen.  “The basement!”

     Connie followed her down the stairs.  The basement wasn’t exactly finished, but it was well lit and comfortable. 

      “I know you sometimes have a few of your special clients come to you,” Rosa said.  “There’s plenty of room for you to set up a temporary play room right here.  And since it’s a basement, I doubt anyone will hear if one of them screams.”

     Connie chuckled.  “Which some of them do – a lot!”  She looked around happily.  “Yes, this will work out very nicely for me.  Thanks Rosa.”

      “You’re welcome dear,” Rosa replied with a smile.

     Connie didn’t mention it, but she was also thanking Rosa for renting the place to her at half the rate that even Brian was paying.  That was going to help her own budget out quite a bit!

     By the time they climbed the stairs up from the basement, they could hear the rain pouring down outside.  It was raining so hard that by the time they ran the short distance between houses, they both got soaked.

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     Wet!  It was pouring rain, and Bobo saw no sign at all of Rosa.  He and Wolfie were laying on the porch out of the rain.  Wolfie didn’t seem to mind the rain that much, but it was obvious that he preferred to stay out of it.  Once again, Bobo realized that Rosa leaving them outside like she had was another way for her to treat him just like any other dog.  And the bigger problem was, the more she treated him that way, the more he started to feel like nothing but a dog.  It was…depressing on a major level.

     The door opened and Rosa finally called him and Wolfie into the house.  He went in gratefully, noticing that Rosa was wetter than he was.  What had she been doing?  And she must have gone out through the front door.  He noticed that her friend Connie was wet too.  What had they been doing? 

     He was grateful when Rosa removed the straps from his legs.  They were starting to get really tired tied up in that position.  At times lately, the straps had been on so much, that having his legs bound up that way almost seemed normal…until they started aching.  He was always grateful to be able to have them free, even though if the straps had been on for a really long time, just unbending his knees was an exercise in pain. 

     Once the straps were gone, since Rosa seemed to be ignoring him and Wolfie, he laid down between those two chairs in the living room for a very much needed nap.  After not sleeping hardly at all the night before, he really needed it.  He woke briefly when Rosa’s friend Connie left, then he went straight back to sleep until Rosa called him and Wolf for dinner.  He wasn’t going to miss dinner.  He was starving.

     After dinner, he and Wolf got sent out into the rain to do their business.  Wolf stopped at the top of the steps, still under the cover of the house.  He sniffed the air and watched the rain for a few moments before bounding down the steps, seeming to ignore the pouring rain.  Having little choice, Bobo worked his way down the steps into the rain.  Completely soaked, he headed quickly over to his usual peeing spot on the side of the yard.  Did he dare not lift his leg?  She had yelled at him about that this morning, and every time he had to pee since, he had lifted his leg like she wanted him to.  But it was pouring rain now.  Could she even see him?  He found a spot to pee…not that it made much of a difference since the rain would wash everything away anyway.  Instead of lifting his leg, he squatted like he preferred to do.  Ah.  Relief. 

     Rosa watched her dogs through the kitchen window – particularly Bobo.  He had been good about the way he peed all day, until now.  She shook her head.  She’d have to yell at him again about it, but now wasn’t the time.  Once again she was going to have to keep watch over him so she could catch him in the act.  A good beating over the situation was definitely in order!  But discipline always worked best when it was easily associated with what the punishment was for. She would wait…and watch.

     When her two dogs finally came back up onto the porch, she grabbed two old towels to dry them off.  They weren’t getting back into the house as wet as they were.

 

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      “Bobo, come!” Rosa called as she came back into the living room.  She had taken a quick break during the commercials on TV.  She had gone to the bathroom, then stopped in the kitchen to get something.  Now she stood with it in the middle of her living room…waiting.

     Bobo looked up from where he had been dozing between the two chairs.  Uh-oh.  She had the leash in her hand. 

      “Bobo!  Come!” Rosa ordered sternly.

     Knowing he would have no choice in the matter, Bobo got himself to his hands and knees and crawled his way to her…where she clipped the leash to his collar.  He knew what she would want now.  The only part that surprised him was that she was doing it here in the living room, instead of the kitchen.

     Rosa led Bobo over to where she had been sitting on the couch.  She pulled her shorts and panties off, then sat down, on the edge of the couch.  The seemingly endless commercials were still playing.  She pulled on the leash.  Bobo resisted for a moment, then came closer.  “Get busy,” she told him.  “You know what to do.”  Holding the leash tightly in one hand, she leaned back and relaxed as the movie came back on the TV, and Bobo’s tongue began making her feel very good.  The perfect way to watch TV. 

     A moment later, Wolf was there though, sniffing and licking closely around what Bobo as doing.  “Move Wolfie!” she ordered.  Wolf backed away, then jumped up on the couch, laid down and put his head in her lap.  She pet his thick fur while Bobo was attending to her just inches away.  The perfect way to watch TV…with the perfect pets!

     She kept Bobo at it through two orgasms…both of which disturbed Wolfie.  But the big dog stayed right where he was.  When she figured both she and Bobo were done, she unhooked Bobo’s leash and pet his head.  “Good boy,” she praised kindly. 

     The moment Bobo backed away, Wolf jumped down from her lap and went after Bobo.  The two dogs looked like they were playing, but she could see that Wolfie was trying desperately to lick the residue from Bobo’s face.  She let them play while she watched her show.  A few minutes later though, Wolfie was back on the couch, but since she hadn’t bothered to put her shorts on again, his nose went right to her crotch.  “Wolfie!  No!” she said as she pulled his head away from where she didn’t want it.  Wolfie grumbled, but moved his head away.  Rosa began stroking his fur again while she watched TV.  And Bobo once again laid down in his little spot between the chairs. 

     Bobo laid on the floor with his eyes closed, listening to the movie, and feeling very sorry for himself.  There was no way out of this predicament that he could see.  He was very sure now that she had lied about there being a way out for him.  And now she was using him nearly every day for her own sexual needs.  She certainly wasn’t giving him any rewards in return…except to treat him more and more like nothing but a real dog.  So how could he get out of it?  Impossible!

     He looked up when Rosa got up off the couch, pushing Wolfie down to the floor in the process.  She pulled her shorts on again, then walked away.  Bobo stayed where he was.  It was getting late.  His mind once again was worried about being shoved into that cage.  He really wasn’t looking forward to that.  But like everything else, he saw no way out of it. 

      “Bobo.  Come!”

     Bobo looked up, she was standing in the middle of the room again, waiting for him.  And this time, instead of the leash, she was holding the straps for his legs.  Ugh! 

      “Come!” Rosa commanded again.

     Reluctantly, Bobo got up and crawled toward her.  He stood there on all fours while she put the knee pads on him, then strapped his legs up into uselessness.  Was she going to keep them on him all night?  He got the answer to that when she started turning off the lights. 

      “Let’s go boys.  Bedtime,” Rosa said as she headed for her bedroom.  Wolf trotted off ahead of her.  Bobo slowly brought up the rear. 

     Bobo followed after them.  He wasn’t looking forward to being put back into the cage.  He sat…like a dog…and watched as she got ready for bed.  He waited for her to open the cage, but she didn’t.  She just ignored him as she climbed into bed.  The light was turned out…and he was still out of the cage.  Huh?  He breathed a small sigh of relief.  No cage tonight.  He found an out of the way place to lay down on the floor.  It would be so much better without his legs strapped up, but at least he wasn’t in the cage. 

     Tomorrow would be Sunday.  Tomorrow night, he could finally go home…and get something to eat when he wanted to…and sleep like a normal person in his bed…and use the bathroom like a human being…and wear clothes like he was supposed to…and not be a damn dog!  He couldn’t wait!  And maybe…just maybe…his phone would ring Monday morning and he could go to work!

     With those thoughts heavily on his mind, and his legs bound up so he couldn’t stretch them out, he fell asleep.