Chapter 1

“Kane! Come on in, Boy!” I called into my backyard. It wasn’t big enough for my gray and white husky, but what would have been? He could have dominated a football field. Right then, he was leaping up, trying to hurdle the back fence which was recently built up to 10 feet tall. The neighbor’s Sheltie bitch was in heat again. My neighbor, Scranton Jones, nearly sued me the last time Kane crossed the fence and gave the dog half his size a good studding.

I avoided Scranton’s animosity by paying for an extraction of the embryos, as soon as they were large enough to extract. I’m all for a mother’s right to do what she wants with her body, but I couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for Kane. He was a healthy male in his prime. I doted on him every way I could.

I’m fairly well off, having a solid job in technology worker recruitment. I can charm top engineers away from high paying jobs that stoke their passions, to a client’s company in the blink of an eye. I bought my inland, suburban house with one of my better commissions.

I would pay top dollar for gardeners to maintain the grounds, front and back, against Kane’s wild antics. Connie, Kane’s personal trainer, told me that every dog needs a place where he can be a DOG. She’s as much of a miracle worker with Kane as I am with high functioning, Asperger’s misanthropes. Kane’s place to be a dog was my backyard. Now it’s his backyard, but I get ahead of myself. “Come on in, you beautiful, horny, canine!” I shouted.

I knew better than to offer treats or abuse my authority as Kane’s owner. Connie has trained me nearly as well as she’s trained him. I simply shouted my command, waited, and repeated it once.

Kane stopped leaping and gave me a respectful glance. Something about his eyes seemed possessed. I sighed and shook my head. That was my clue to him that he would be left outside all night if he didn’t obey.

The dog threw a final look at the frustrating fence and strode indignantly into the house. I closed the sliding glass door before petting and hugging him. “Thank you, Kane.”

In a rare act of defiance, Kane marched to a waiting pile of newspapers and dropped a healthy poop on target. I told you that Connie was a miracle worker. Kane probably knew I couldn’t stand the smell, and that I would immediately convey the newspapers to the garbage bin at the side of the house.

I returned from that mission and laid down a fresh pile of papers. Sometimes I use printouts from work. I bent my knees and leaned over as I arranged the pile for maximum coverage of Kane’s pooping zone. An unexpected nudge from Kane sent me sprawling to my hands and knees.

I was astonished when my dog’s jaws clamped lightly around my neck. Time froze, and I fought an urge to panic. I told myself, “He’s not biting you, Silvia.” His teeth were pressing gently into my skin. Kane was trying to assert his dominance. If I had been another dog, his teeth might have clamped hard enough to draw blood. Kane respected my frail human body. These thoughts kept me from doing something stupid.

Although my heart rate had doubled, I managed to speak calmly, “To your Cage, Kane.” I repeated. “Cage, Kane.” I gulped as I waited.

I didn’t actually own a dog cage, but there was a four foot by three foot area in the living room, reserved for his time-outs. Kane released my neck, gave it a powerful slap with his tongue and trotted to his ‘cage.’ He laid down and began licking his balls.

I called Connie and told her what happened.

“Ms. Joyce, you should have let him leap to his heart’s content. Kane’s high state of arousal probably prompted him to test his limits within our pack.” Connie had spelled out, on her first day of work, that I must not consider our relationship with Kane to be even remotely human. “We are packmates, Ms. Joyce, from now on.” If I didn’t get with her program, she could easily afford to not accept employment with me. She was top list talent, and I fully understood that when her results with Kane swiftly turned a wild, alpha-styled canine into a loving pet.

Naturally, she trained me to be the alpha-female in our pack, although I suspected that she was the real alpha. I didn’t have to be a dog to appreciate her aura of command. She finished her lecture. “I’ll come by tomorrow and give you two a booster lesson on control and submission.”

“You’re not scheduled for tomorrow. What about your other clients?”

“Don’t worry, Silvie. You’ll cover my losses for rescheduling them.” She snickered mischievously.

“Yes.” I answered before really considering how much money her time was worth. I could certainly afford it, but I’m a damn good contract recruiter because I’m careful with paperwork and numbers. I should have at least discussed her emergency fee instead of letting her hang up. I set down my phone, realizing that it wasn’t really an emergency. Kane was behaving just fine, now.

Connie arrived at breakfast time. I was making a kale smoothie. I shut off the Vita-Mix to answer the door. I wore jogging shorts, a sports bra and panties, and a tight, wife-beater.

She was a buxom, young woman, early twenties compared to my mid thirties. On a job, she always dressed down, wearing tough clothes that could survive all sorts of doggie mishaps. Her private life was a mystery to me. “I don’t want any more time to pass, Ms. Joyce.” She strode into my house. “Kane?”

Claws scrambled across wood. I had paid for a special, hard coat lacquer to protect my 1903 home’s flooring. Kane rushed in and halted before Connie, planting his butt down to await her command.

“Good boy!” She told him, paused and then bent slightly to pet his ears. Her head turned to me. “Where did it happen?”

“I was putting down fresh papers in his poop zone.”

“Show me.” She led Kane and I to the kitchen. She repeated. “Show me what you were doing.”

Confused, I blinked at her. “You want me to kneel down?”

“We have to reenact the crime scene, if we have any chance to teach Kane not to test your authority. I should have rushed over last night, but I had-” She grunted low in her throat. “Business to attend.”

“Oh.” My knees slowly bent, and I leaned over as if I was about to place more papers on the pile. I seemed to be acting on instinct rather than purposefully. “How are you going to get him to, um, you know, repeat-” I interrupted my rambling question. “You said he did it because the bitch next door had aroused him.”

“Just keep your eyes on the pile of papers, Silvie.” She pushed me, and I fell to my hands and knees.

“Connie?” I asked in surprise.

“We have to recreate the exact circumstances.” She explained. I heard fresh petting sounds and “good boy”s. Connie’s voice sounded different, sultry, sexy even. Not that a dog would pick up on complex, human verbal affectations.

Seconds later, Kane’s jaws opened and gripped my neck again, a little firmer than last time, I thought. His hot panting steamed my bunched up skin.

“It was at this point, you told him to go to his C-A-G-E, correct?” Connie asked.

“Y-yes.” My nerves were fraying, as I felt quite uncertain about what was happening. I had to trust my trainer.

“That was fine, and you kept your head.” Suddenly she was bending low beside me. Her hand reached out to my ear, and she stroked it. “But there’s a better way you could have handled it.”

She repeated. “You should have handled it better.”

“I-I’m sorry.” I sputtered from confusion. “How?”

“Kane was a horn-dog, yesterday.” She chuckled at her pun. “It’s okay to let him act out his frustration.”

Abruptly, something slick and slimy slapped across the side of my right hip. Kane started humping my spandex shorts!

“Connie! How could this possibly reinforce my dominance?” I resisted. Something wasn’t right.

“I agree, it’s certainly not obvious.” She paused, possibly to observe the dog attempting to mate with me. “We’ve talked about subtle control, before. This is yet another example.”

Kane’s jaws relaxed, but he didn’t remove his head from my neck, as if he was testing my submissiveness. His hips pumped steadily, and I felt his balls bounce off of my thigh.

“See this from his point of view. He was triggered by a bitch who he had previously mounted. He must have been in a powerful mood.” Connie kept petting my ear. “You’re just lucky that he obeyed you, after grasping your neck with his jaws. Instead you could have used his lust against him.”

“H-how?” I was getting more annoyed, having to withstand my dog’s abuse.

“Let him release his frustration, and then surprise him with a fierce tongue lashing! You will catch him at a weak moment and reinforce your authority.”

It sounded reasonable, but my gut had its doubts. “You don’t mean to-”

“This is another difficult training scenario, Silvie. You’ve handled them well in the past. Don’t fail me now.” She stood up and spoke sharply.

“But, you want Kane to ejaculate?”

“Ejaculate is easier to clean than blood. Now here’s the drill.” Connie towered over me. “When Kane orgasms, do not hesitate. Stand up quickly, and tell him ‘Sit!’ Shout it at him. Repeat patiently until he obeys. Then tell him ‘Down!’ Repeat patiently until he obeys. Then, “Play dead!” As soon as he rolls on his back, step one foot on his sheath and tell him, ‘Stay!’ Hold still and count to a full minute.”

Connie’s method sounded better and better while I absorbed every line of my role.

Kane must have been quite horny from the previous day. His loins shuddered and I felt ropes of dog sperm jetting across my shorts. My body flinched at his sudden and powerful ejacultion. Irrational fear shook me. I had to tell myself that Kane was experiencing joy, as his happy whines indicated. But my contemplation to bolster my self-confidence was shattered by Connie.

“NOW!”

I hauled myself up and gave Kane a terrific glare. “SIT, Kane!” I counted to two. “SIT!” The slow minded animal tilted his head. At least my abrupt act and command had got his attention. “SIT!” I repeated.