Training with Wolfie
By Karen Singer
Chapter 13 – Part
1 of 4
It was one of those days when her
phone seemed to continuously ring. No
major problems – fortunately, just annoying little things. And then there had been the call from Connie,
checking again to make sure she had a place to stay. The workers would be starting on her house
the day after tomorrow. Rosa had assured
her that not only was the spare bedroom available in her house, but that it
looked like Tolliver would be finished with Bobo’s things very soon. Any day now in fact.
She had already removed all of
Brian’s things from the house next door.
She had cleared out a drawer in her desk for all of his personal
business that she would now be looking after for him. The rest she had put into boxes and taken to
one of her storage lockers. The day
after she had done that, her cleaning crew had gone through the entire house
next door and spruced the whole thing up.
It was now ready for Connie to move into. But she was still giving Brian his last few
days to fight back. Something she knew
for a fact now that he wasn’t going to do.
As far as she could tell, he had pretty much completely settling into
the life of a dog. There were just those
few pesky little things that he kept doing to spite her. But otherwise, he had become…a dog. And dare she say it? It still turned her on so much to see him
living that way.
It was late in the day when her
phone rang again. “Hello?” she said as
she picked up the receiver.
“Ah. Madam Rosa,” Edward Tolliver’s voice came.
It had been three days now since
she had last talked to him. “How are you
Edward?” she asked.
“Quite well, Madam,” Edward
replied. “And I’m calling to let you
know that I’ve finally finished everything for you. And I’ve even managed to solve the little
problem you called me with a few days ago.”
“You did?” Rosa replied, somewhat
surprised, but very happy about it.
“I did indeed. When did you want to bring your pet in to
suit him up?”
“When would you like?” Rosa asked.
“Tomorrow morning perhaps?” Edward
suggested. “Perhaps around ten?”
“That should work out perfectly for
me,” Rosa told him. “I’ll see you in the
morning Edward.”
When she hung up the phone with
Edward, she immediately called Connie and gave her the good news. Bobo’s last chance to be human again for the
summer would be ending tomorrow morning, and Connie could move straight into
his old house. The timing had worked out
well for both of them.
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It wasn’t that he minded so much
living the life of a dog. Well, he
minded it a lot. Shouldn’t he? It’s just that…it was certainly a lot easier
than having to fight and yell at those stupid kids in school who all refused to
show him any kind of respect. Just
thinking about the way those kids behaved made him irritable. Not having to face those kids was the one, and
only, good thing about being stuck living as…Bobo. The darn parents really needed to teach their
kids better. And make no mistake, he
knew it was all the parent’s fault.
Fortunately, the way he was stuck
living just then, he wouldn’t have to worry about being faced with those kids
anytime soon…unless Rosa finally stopped treating him like a dog and let him go
home. Finally!
He tried to figure out if school
was out for the year yet. He didn’t
know. He didn’t know what day of the
week it was, let alone what the date was.
His life was one of never-ending sameness. No changes at all. Pretty much.
Unless you counted the visits from Rosa’s friend or the guy coming to
cut the grass. He supposed that in a
way, even the rainy days could be considered a change. But not much.
He was still stuck living…as a dog.
As…Bobo.
Without the kids in school to worry
about, the only irritating thing he had to put up with now, was having his legs
strapped up all the time. And lately, it
had been all the time…or nearly. All
day, and all night. Then she’d remember
and let him loose for a while, only to strap them back up again a few hours
later. Oh yeah, there was one other
irritating thing he hat to watch out for too.
Lifting his leg to pee whenever Rosa was around. But in truth, it had been some time now since
she seemed to have cared. Had she given
up on that little bit of demeaning behavior?
He could only hope!
As the days of sameness passed, his
mind seemed to relax more and more. With
nothing to think about or worry about, it just seemed to happen. His brain seemed to dull. He knew it, but being forced to live like he
was, with no way out and no alternatives, what chance did his brain have for
more industrious thinking. Rosa had
indeed turned him into…a dog. And after
living for so long that way now, he was starting to think of himself as nothing
but a dog. A dog…who thought like a
dog. He was Bobo. Nothing but a dumb dog. And he had no reason, and no way, to be
anything else.
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Rosa woke early, full of
excitement. Today was the day. This morning, Bobo would be…transformed! And he would be stuck. Although she had a feeling that he was
already thinking of himself that way.
The stupid guy put up no resistance to his lifestyle at all. In truth, he never had…which was exactly why
he now found himself in this position.
His time limit for getting out of remaining as a dog, was now down to
merely hours instead of weeks, or even days.
Hours! And she couldn’t wait!
She slipped out of bed, being
careful not to step on Wolfie. The big
dog jumped up to greet her the minute her feet hit the floor. “Hey Wolfie,” she said as she pet his head
lovingly. She headed for the bathroom,
pausing to pet Bobo the same way. Yes,
today was the day. Bobo didn’t know it
yet, but his life was about to change – again.
Although how much of a change this was really going to be for him, she
wasn’t exactly sure. As far as she could
see, he had already resigned himself to living as a dog…and he was really
doing…splendidly. Now if he could just
teach some better behavior habits to Wolfie, then she’d have something to
really crow about!
As always, after the bathroom, she
let the dogs out into the yard. She
wasn’t concerned in the least about Bobo lifting his leg anymore. Tolliver had said he had found a solution to
that problem. She was looking forward to
seeing it. She was looking forward to
seeing everything he had created for her…locked onto Bobo – permanently. Well, sort of permanently. Close enough for now. What she had done with him already kept her
turned on in a major way. She couldn’t
wait for the next phase when all of Tolliver’s creations would transform him
even further. Hours!
Her breakfast was short and
hurried. Both dogs got little more than
just a few pieces of bacon each. She
wondered again what Bobo thought of how she was feeding him. During the day, he got everything the same as
Wolfie. Only at dinnertime did she give
him anything more nutritious, usually cutting up the same food that she ate and
putting that in his bowl. But several
times now, she had purposely given him dog food to eat – just for the fun of
watching him having to eat it. In fact,
she decided right then and there that Bobo would get treated to a can of dog
food again tonight – just to drive the point home to him about what he had
become. She giggled to herself over
it.
As soon as breakfast was over, she
unstrapped Bobo’s legs and removed the knee pads. They had been strapped up for two days straight
now. She saw how painful it was for him
to lower his legs. She wondered briefly
how his hands would be when she finally removed the tape binding them into
paws. But the brief respite his hands
would get when that tape was removed later that morning, was only going to be
for a few moments before his hands got locked into something far worse for
him. He would have nothing left to even
think of as hands anymore. She giggled
again. “This way Bobo,” she called. “Come!”
She led him toward her bathroom
where she grabbed his collar and pulled him inside. She closed the door so he couldn’t get out –
the way she always had to do whenever she bathed Wolfie. Something she did rarely since it was always
such a pain.
She helped him into the tub while
the water was still running, and was already lathering him up with the dog soap
before there was even an inch of water in the tub. As she washed him thoroughly, she took note
of a few things about him. His hair was
a major thing. It had always been a little
longer than he probably should have kept it, probably because he couldn’t
afford the haircuts. Since she had been
forcing him to live as her pet, he hadn’t been able to cut it at all. Consequently, it was getting pretty shaggy
now and some of it had some real length to it.
She still hadn’t decided what she wanted to do about that yet, but she
was starting to get some ideas.
His toenails needed to be cut for
sure. She’d take care of that as soon as
she pulled him from the tub and strapped his legs up again. She had no doubt his fingernails were pretty
bad too. But then Tolliver’s design,
according to him, had been to accommodate long nails. She decided she wasn’t going to untape his
hands to even look at them. She would
decide if she wanted to do anything about those nails, after Tolliver had done
his handiwork.
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Bobo was nervous. More nervous than he had been in a very long
time. She was giving him a bath
again. The last time she had done that,
she had taken him out to that…place.
That place where she tortured people in the - dungeon! That place of horrors! But it had also been that place where that
woman had…. Oh how he still dreamed of
that at night. But he didn’t dare do
anything about it anywhere where Rosa might find out. Twice now, he had dared to bring himself to a
full orgasm – right outside on the grass!
Out where his mess wouldn’t be found by anyone. Each time, it had been wonderful. And each time, the rain had washed all trace
of what he had done on the grass away.
Rosa had never found out. Like
lifting his leg when he peed, it was like another way to spite her…as long as
she never found out. He had a feeling
he’d be in some big trouble if she ever did.
Once she finally got him out of the
tub and dried him off, he had to put up with her putting his kneepads on him
again and having his legs strapped up.
But then, still in the bathroom, he had to stand there while she clipped
his toenails. He really didn’t mind that
at all, but the nails he would really like to have clipped were the ones on his
paws…hands! They were getting long
enough now that they were starting to hurt.
When his toenails had been clipped,
he expected to be release from the bathroom, but this time Rosa was doing
something different. Something with his
hair. He felt her combing it all
different ways. Why? She was just going to mess it up whenever she
pet him. But he had no choice but to
stand there while she worked away on him, and he couldn’t even see what she was
doing.
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Rosa had dreamed up the idea for
his hair. She brushed it all out, then
she parted it right down the middle. Grabbing
two elastic hairbands, she pulled each side together and bound them up into
little sideways ponytails that drooped down right above his ears. The effect she was trying for, was to make
his hair look more like big floppy ears.
When she was done, she looked critically at him. Yes, it was a good look for him. And as things were now going, more than
fitting!
When she was done, she opened the
bathroom door and let him out. He went
out quickly. She probably figured he was
already scared – and he had no idea what was instore for him in just a little
while. With Bobo now out of the way, she
had to hurry to get herself ready to go out.
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Bobo was scared. She had given him a bath. He noticed that she hadn’t bathed
Wolfie. As far as that was concerned, he
took it as a very bad sign. What was
going to happen? Were they going
out? He could only hope not. Just then, all he wanted to do was to go out
into the big backyard and play with Wolf – just like he did every day, and not
have to worry about something like that.
He parked himself on the floor between the two chairs in the living room
where he spent most of his time whenever he was in the house. She wouldn’t take him out in public again,
would she? He hoped not! But there was no doubt, he was very worried about
it.
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Rosa hummed to herself as she
happily finished getting ready. “Bobo!”
she called. She found him in his usual
spot between the chairs. “Come on,” she
said. “I want you out back with Wolfie.”
With Wolfie? Hooray!
It sounded like she wasn’t going to take him out somewhere – except into
the backyard which was the only place he wanted to go. He scurried from his place between the
furniture and hurried for the back door.
He was out through those doors and was greeted warmly by Wolf’s tongue
the moment he got outside. His sense of
relief was great.
“Bobo,” Rosa said sternly. “Hurry up and do your business. We’ve got things to do.”
What? All of Bobo’s fears came crashing back to
him…only worse.
“Hurry!” Rosa ordered. “I don’t have all day…and neither do
you. And if you don’t do it now, I’ll
have no problem at all taking you for a walk so you can do it along the city
street again.”
That got Bobo’s attention. She was taking him back into the city. Once again thoughts of that strange place
where she had tortured those people came to mind…as did the thoughts of that
strange woman with the most marvelous mouth and tongue.
Not wanting to be forced to relieve
himself next to traffic in the city, he went out into the backyard to pee. With Rosa there, he was very careful to make
sure he lifted his leg!
“Bobo, come!” Rosa called the
moment she saw that he was finished.
Like it or not…which he didn’t,
Bobo headed back toward the porch…at a rather slow pace. But even going slowly, he soon found himself
connected to the leash, as Rosa pulled him toward the front door. He pulled back a little, but a firmer tug on
his leash got him moving again, right out the front door, and all the way to
her car, where she helped him get up into the back seat. As he huddled in fear on the floor of her
car, he wondered where they were going.
Nowhere good. He was very certain
of that.
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