Training
With Wolfie
By Karen Singer
Chapter 15
It was
Sunday afternoon when Rosa’s phone rang.
Actually, it rang every day, usually with calls from tenants or her
contractors or even people inquiring about her rental properties. But this time the call was different. “Hello?” she said into the phone.
“Madam
Rosa?” the female voice on the other end asked.
Madam
Rosa! That certainly sparked Rosa’s
interest. “I’m afraid that I’m no longer
in that business,” Rosa said, thinking that perhaps it was a sub looking for
someone to dominate her.
“That’s what I was told,” the woman
explained. “But, well, I thought it was
appropriate anyway.”
“I see,” Rosa replied, only partially sure she
understood. “What can I do for you?”
“I was at the club last night and someone told
me you were looking for me. They said
you needed help with your dog.”
It all
suddenly fell into place for Rosa. “Are
you Isabelle?” she asked.
“Yes.
I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself. “I’m Isabelle Cruz. And training dogs is what I do.”
“Oh Isabelle, I’m so glad you called,” Rosa
replied. “Wolfie was driving me
absolutely crazy just this morning when one of my tenants came to the door
unexpectedly. He’s impossible!”
“Would you like me to come out so you can tell
me about it? I can get a look at your
dog and at least let you know what I think it would take to help get him under
control. I won’t do anything unless we
come to an agreement I’m afraid. I do
have to make my living with this, but I am quite good at what I do.”
Rosa
had a decision to make. Did she really
want to spend that kind of money on someone to get Wolf straightened out? And then she remembered one other thing. Whatever she did with Wolfie, she had decided
she was going to do with Bobo too. That was
the part that interested her the most.
“Uh…Isabelle, I’m afraid I have two dogs that need training. Did anyone at the club tell you about the dog
I had there Friday night?”
“You brought your dog to the club?”
“Not the big one,” Rosa said, “My other one. She’s a little…smaller and easier to
control.”
Isabelle
was just surprised to hear someone brought their pet to a place like the
club. “No. Nobody mentioned it. Just that you needed help training your dog.”
“Well, if I have you work with one of them,
then I’m not going to leave the other one out at all. I want them both to
behave the way they should.”
“I think I can certainly help you with that,”
Isabelle replied confidently. “That’s
what I do. So would you like me to meet
your dogs and at least assess the problem?”
Rosa
made a quick decision. “Why not? At the worst, I can find out how much it
would cost me.”
“Sure,” Isabelle replied happily. “When would be a good time for me to come?”
“Are you busy today?” Rosa asked.
“I guess I can be there pretty much anytime
this afternoon.”
“How about you come whenever you can
today. I’ll keep the dogs in the
backyard. If I don’t, you’ll have an
almost impossible time getting into my house.”
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“This must be the place,” Isabelle muttered to
herself as she pulled into the driveway.
She saw the chain-link fence surrounding the big backyard. By the time she parked, she could hear a
large dog barking furiously from inside that fence. She got out of her elderly pickup truck and
walked around to the side of the driveway where she could see into the
backyard. What she saw didn’t surprise
her in the least – about a hundred and twenty-five pounds of ferocious fur and
teeth. And now that the dog could see
her, his “enthusiasm” went say up. He
not only barked, he growled menacingly, showing off those big teeth. Yeah.
Just what she expected. She
figured the dog to be some kind of shepherd mix. The key thing for her though, was that the
dog, as big as he was, didn’t try to jump the fence. She had no doubt he could do it in a
heartbeat if he really wanted to. She
didn’t see the other dog though. But
Madam Rosa had mentioned that it was a smaller one so she probably kept it in
the house.
By the
time she got to the front door, she saw that Madam Rosa was already holding it
open for her. “Madam Rosa?” she asked
politely. “I’m Isabelle Cruz.”
“Hi Isabelle,” Rosa greeted her nicely. “Thank you for coming out to see me so
promptly. And it’s just Rosa now,” she
said as she ushered Isabelle inside.
“I’m afraid the Madam part of me is long gone.”
“But you were at the club?”
“Just as a guest this time. Just to show off my pet and to…uh…stretch my
muscles a bit down in the dungeon. As
much as I enjoyed that life, I’ve simply grown too old!”
“I see,” Isabelle replied, not at all sure
that Rosa was too old anymore to be dominant.
“I saw your one dog. He’s
beautiful.”
“Yes, he is,” Rosa agreed. Beautiful, and big, and impossible to
control!”
“Have you ever worked with him to try and train
him?”
“Just a bit.
Just the basic things. I’ve
actually done more with him to try and train him in the last few months than I
have since he was just a puppy. I can
get him to sit and lie down and stay, but I’m afraid he’s just gotten so sloppy
and lazy with it all that he’s become somewhat frustrating to me. But there’s a few things I have no idea at
all how to handle that are really the things that bother me the most.”
“Like him barking when someone comes to the
house,” Isabelle suggested.
“Actually, I don’t mind him doing that so much
when he’s outside. Yes, it is a bit
irksome sometimes when he’s out there, but it does let me know whenever anyone
arrives. The biggest problem I have with
him is when he’s in the house and someone comes to the door. He goes crazy attacking the door to get at
them. Most people won’t even come into
the house until I drag him outside first.”
Isabelle
nodded. It was a common problem she had
handled many times before.
Unfortunately, it was a problem that took a lot of time and work to
solve. “I’m sure with a bit of work,”
she said, “we can get him completely under control. Shepherds are pretty smart dogs. Very trainable. You just have to make sure they understand
that you’re the boss and what you want.
And you have to be consistent!
That’s the key. I’m guessing he’s
a shepherd mix of some kind?”
“Yes, husky.
I got him when he was about four months old, and I immediately thought
he looked a bit like a wolf, even back then.
So I named him Wolf. Since then, I
think he looks even more like one. The
truth though, is that he’s really very lovable.
He lays his head in my lap all the time and loves to cuddle. Despite his…problems, I’m really very fond of
him.”
Isabelle
smiled. “I have no doubt. He looked like a very good dog. But you said you had another one too? A smaller dog?”
“Kind of,” Rosa replied. “Nobody told you about me bringing Bobo to
the club Friday night?”
Isabelle
shook her head. “I only popped in for a
few minutes to leave a message for someone else. Henry at the door told me you were looking
for me. He was kind enough to find your
phone number for me in the old records.”
Rosa
was only surprised that her phone number was still in those records since she
was no longer a member. “Well Bobo, I’m
afraid is not your…normal dog.”
“He’s not?
Why?”
Rosa
smiled slyly. “Isabelle, dear, why would
I bring a dog into a place like that?”
“I was wondering the same thing when you told
me,” Isabelle replied.
Rosa
nodded. “Come on out back,” she
said. “I’ll introduce you to Wolf and
Bobo. My two pets.”
She led
Isabelle through the house and out to the back door. The moment she started opening the door, she
found Wolf on the other side, his big nose already trying to push its way
through the crack between the doorframe and the door. “Back Wolfie!
Back! Behave yourself!” Wolf backed off a bit, and she opened the
door wider. Wolf stood there growling at
Isabelle. “Wolf! No!
Stop it!” Wolf stopped growling,
but he didn’t back off.
Isabelle
stood there calmly. Typical alpha dog
behavior…from a dog that looked to deserve the title of alpha. “Hi Wolf,” she said calmly to the big dog,
but at that moment, she saw something white out of the corner of her eye. She couldn’t help turning her head to
look. There was…a man…in some kind of
dog suit…lying on the porch floor. His
head was lifted up and he was looking at her with terror in his eyes.
“And that’s Bobo over there,” Rosa told her.
Isabelle
stared at Bobo, not believing what she was seeing. A cold nose suddenly touching her hand
brought her back to the situation with Wolf.
The big dog was sniffing her thoroughly, the way she expected him to…the
way she wanted him to. Let him get to
know her. “Hey Wolf,” she said calmly
and completely in control, no fear in her at all. “Good to meet you big boy.”
Wolf
growled a bit, then finally backed off.
She forced herself to pay her full attention to Wolf, he could without a
doubt be a very dangerous animal if not handled properly. Now that she was closer, she could see the
shepherd-husky mix. The animal was
certainly in good condition. Not fat at
all. Pure muscle. It looked like he got plenty of
exercise. “Do you walk him?” she asked
Rosa.
“Walk him?” Rosa laughed. “Oh no.
Not Wolfie. I just let him loose
in the backyard and let him play. Since
I got Bobo, he’s been a lot less bothersome in the house. I think he’s been much happier having a
playmate back here.”
Now
Isabelle had to turn her attention to the man…dog?…still lying at the far end
of the porch. “Bobo?”
Rosa
turned to Bobo. “Bobo, come!” she
commanded.
That
was exactly the command Bobo didn’t want to hear. He laid there and looked at the strange
woman. She hadn’t seemed frightened of
Wolf at all.
“Bobo!
Come!” Rosa commanded more forcefully.
With
little choice, Bobo got himself to his feet and headed closer to Rosa and the
strange woman. He looked up at her
suspiciously. Who was she? What did she want? Was she another of Rosa’s friends who
tortured spies?
Isabelle
continued to stare down in disbelief at Bobo.
The leather coverings for his hands looked remarkably like paws. The leather coverings binding his legs up
didn’t look like a dog’s hind legs at all, but she did notice the rounded
rubber padding underneath. And he had a
tail. A tail that didn’t appear to be
stuck up his ass hole. But the thing
that registered the most in Isabelle’s mind, was the way that Bobo now seemed
to react to her, now that he was up and had moved closer. The way he was reacting to her seemed more
like a cautious dog than a human being.
“What’s going on?” she asked.
“Come back into the house,” Rosa said. “I’ll pour us some coffee and tell you all
about it.”
Isabelle
nodded, but she couldn’t take her eyes off of Bobo. She looked closer at his tail. “The tail isn’t coming out of his rear end
like I would expect. His feet appear to
be drawn inward toward where the tail starts.”
“Bobo,” Rosa said. “Wag your tail.”
Another
command Bobo didn’t want to hear. But he
dutifully wiggled his toes a bit and let his stupid tail swing back and forth.
Isabell’s
eyes nearly bulged out of her head.
“He’s not moving anything to make it move.”
“He is.
You just can’t see it,” Rosa replied.
Bobo
stopped wagging his tail. The strange
woman continued to just stare at him.
Rosa didn’t say it, but he sat.
Why continue to stand if she was just going to stay there and ogle
him. Wolf came over to him and rubbed
his furry neck against his face. Bobo
rubbed Wolf’s furry body back with his head as Wolf went past. Wolf continued all the way around him, the
laid down on his side right next to him.
Isabelle
watched the entire interaction between the two of them. Two dogs.
It was all she could think.
“Coffee?” Rosa suggested again.
Isabelle
nodded, still staring at the two “pets” on Rosa’s porch. At a touch from Rosa’s hand on her arm, she
followed Rosa back inside.
“Now you know why I brought Bobo to the club
Friday night,” Rosa said. “I was showing
him off. I had him there sometime before
when I was kind of just starting out with him, but Bobo recently went from
being a part-time dog to a full-time dog the moment I got all of those leather
parts on him. Of course, Bobo had no say
in the matter by then. And he no longer
has a say about having to live like a dog anymore either. That chance for him to stop it and get out of
it is gone for him now.”
Isabelle
was astonished. “Wait a minute?” she
said. “I don’t think I’m understanding
right. He didn’t ask to be treated like a dog?
He had to have wanted it in the first place. Why else would he come to you?”
“Nope.
And he never came to me for it at all.
I’m pretty sure he had no idea in the world what I used to do for a
living. He’s my…or rather, he was my tenant. He lived in the little house next door. I have quite a number of properties that I
rent out now, and he was simply one of my tenants. Why don’t you sit down dear,” she suggested
as she poured a cup of coffee.
Isabelle
sat at the table, but her eyes never left Rosa.
She was still having trouble processing all this. “So he didn’t want to be a dog?”
“Nope.
Not at all.” She poured a cup of
coffee for herself, then carried the cups to the table. She sat, noticing that Isabelle was too
astonished by Bobo to probably realize there was coffee sitting on the table
right in front of her. She took a sip of
her own coffee. It was time to do a bit
more explaining about Bobo.
“My tenant next door, Brian, often enjoyed
playing outside with Wolf. For some
reason, he was never the least bit afraid of Wolife, and I don’t ever remember
Wolfie acting aggressively toward Brian at all.
Never, as far as I can remember.
Wolf is a big dog. Sometimes his
energy can drive me crazy when he’s in the house with me. Brian playing with him out there worked some
of that energy out of Wolf. Everyone was
happy.”
“So how did that arrangement lead to…this?”
Isabelle asked.
Rosa
smiled and took another sip of her coffee.
“Brian…is a wimp! No two ways
around it…a wimp. He couldn’t stick up
for himself at all…anytime…anywhere. The
only job it seemed he was able to get was as a substitute teacher, and all he
did was complain about the way the kids behaved.” She leaned across the table a bit. “Isabelle, they behaved the way they did,
because they had no respect for Brian at all.
None! They literally walked all
over him, from the youngest grades up to high school. The result was that the school system rarely
called him in, which meant that he was late every single month with his
rent. He was barely surviving.”
Rosa
paused a moment to consider something before moving on. “Isabelle, I understand that you’re actually
a switch now, and that you’re currently exploring your own dominant side. As a dominant, and especially as a submissive
yourself, you have to be aware that there are levels of submissiveness in most
people, and that some people have that submissive gene more than others. Brian I’m afraid is one of those people who
was born with a bit too much of that submissive gene. He’s one of those people who is naturally
submissive…only to a much greater degree than most. It’s amazing he’s gotten this far in life by
himself.”
“So you turned him into a dog?”
“Not…exactly.
It all started with a discussion Brian and I had out on the porch one
day when he was resting a bit after playing with Wolfie. He was complaining again about how the kids
treated him when he got called in to be a substitute teacher. He always blamed the problem on the kids,
when it was perfectly obvious that the problem was him. I tried to point that out to him, and I’m
afraid I made rather a point of it that he didn’t have it in him to stick up
for himself at all.”
“So how did that lead…” Isabelle started to
ask.
Rosa
shook her head. “I’m just getting to
that. Brian and I had been discussing one day about his inability
to stand up for himself, something he vehemently denied. I went into the house for some reason…I think
I got us some drinks…and when I came out, Wolf was barking playfully at him,
and Brian was simply saying the word ‘woof’ back at him. I’m afraid I pointed out that he didn’t even
have the balls to bark properly or forcefully.”
She sighed. “One thing led to another
and…. Well, you know I’ve got a very
dominant personality and…. Well, before
I knew it, I had pushed him into trying to bark more like a real dog. And then the next time he came over, I
continued it. And, I’m afraid, things
just went on from there. I hadn’t
intended on it at all. It just
happened. I’m afraid I got very
interested in my little project, and the result is that Brian became…Bobo. He didn’t have the guts to stick up for
himself at all as I made more and more demands of him, and consequently, forced
him to live more and more of his life as…well…a dog. And here’s the sad part. Through it all, I kept telling him there was
a way out for him. A simple way that I
would stop and he could get out of all of it.
But of course, I didn’t tell him what that was, all he had to do was to
figure it out.”
“And what was that?” Isabelle asked.
“Why, to simply stand up for himself of
course. Not once! Not once did he ever stand up for himself and
try to fight back. Never once! And Isabelle, the only tools I ever needed
with him were my voice and a little piece of rolled up newspaper like I was
told they use to train puppies.
Newspaper, that couldn’t hurt him at all! But it was more than enough to send him
cowering each and every time.
“Eventually, I contacted Edward Tolliver…do
you know him?”
“No.
Who is he?”
“A genius with leather, dear. You really must look him up. He’s…expensive, but worth every penny. I should show you one of his corsets
later. You’d love it!”
“So he made the bindings that you’ve got
fastened on him now?” Isabelle asked.
“Yes.
That’s all his creation, including that marvelous funny tail that
thrills me to death!”
Isabelle
shook her head. “So…you’re intending on
keeping him like that? For the rest of
his life?”
“Oh no!” Rosa said with a shake of her
head. “Just a few months. I did spend a lot of money on that work of Tolliver’s,
and shortly after all this started I had also told Bobo that there was a time
limit on when he could get out of it.
I’m afraid, he never did figure it out.
So now, he’s…Bobo…for a while.”
“So why did you insist on me working
with…Bobo…as well as Wolf? Wolf I
understand. With a dog like him, you
need to curb some of his more aggressive tendencies. But you said Bobo was completely submissive.”
Rosa
smiled slyly. “Isabelle, I’m sure you
understand that I’ve rather enjoyed doing what I did to Bobo. And the truth is, I enjoyed it very much. I guess once a dominant, always a
dominant. Or in my case, once a
dominatrix, always a dominatrix.
Isabelle, I enjoyed pushing him and forcing him to act and behave like a
dog. And now…I don’t want that to
stop. I told Bobo that I was going to
find ways to turn him into more and more of a dog. And as such, I try to think of him as nothing
more than a dog – always! What I do with
Wolfie, I do the exact same thing with Bobo too. Isabelle, whatever you train Wolfie to do, I
want Bobo trained the same way. Or…in
his case, if there are any ways you see where we can train him to behave even
more like a real dog, then those things simply must be included too. I want Wolfie trained to behave…and I want
Bobo trained to behave – like a dog!”
Isabelle
stared at Rosa for a moment, then shook her head. She stood up from her seat. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I can’t do this.”
Rosa
was deeply disappointed. More so than
she imagined she should be.
Isabelle
headed straight for the front door.
“I’m sorry you feel that way,” Rosa said to
her. Isabelle didn’t reply. She simply walked through the living room to
the front door and opened it. “Thank you
for seeing me Madam Rosa,” Isabelle said.
She turned and walked out.
1 comment:
Really? Before I start my little rant, let me say that I love your stories and the way that you tell them. I also love where this story is going, but you set up Isabelle for a few chapters to just have her say that she is not comfortable and walk out? What a waste of character development...
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