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"Dog Days 3" Frank
3
During the next week I made progress on my design. I had to wait until Saturday to go to the store for materials. By that time my design work was complete. I also had constructed patterns from cardboard. These had been used to build a prototype in wood. I was very happy with the preliminary testing. I almost elected to use the wood model for the Saturday night experience. However, being a purist, I wanted the final product for my first real experience. Besides, I reasoned, the wood model might break.
Of course, I failed to inform Diane of this new direction. Diane did not mention anything about our conversation concerning the request for shoes. I was feeling quite good as the Saturday routine started and quite wonderful on Sunday night. It was about three on Monday morning when I was released.
The Tuesday night outing to the Guest House included two unanticipated conversations. During one conversation I was formally introduced to Carla. Actually, Carla had been involved at the event during the General's visit. We had shared quality time while washing dishes and trimming vegetables. Now I found that Carla was the owner of "Carla's House of Beauty". While it was difficult for me to conceive of what "beauty" and me had in common, I was informed that Carla would "work with me" on Monday nights to achieve a more acceptable body presentation. The primary goal being the elimination of all body hair and some other grooming improvements.
The worst news came in the form of an announcement that in preparation for the summer season, my soon to be hairless, body would need to become more athletic and develop some degree of stamina. It was pointed out that my current life style was contributing to size increases in all the wrong places. The first process was to begin to commence a daily trot around the park.
Our exclusive community featured a "park". As I was soon to discover, this wasn't exactly a park for the public. The park contained a pleasant (members only) golf course, a general recreation area, tennis courts, a community club house, and the municipal offices, fire, and police department. There was a well lighted boulevard that defined the border of this park. I would now arise early and by means of a brisk walk, jog, or run make my way around this park each morning before getting prepared for work. This would require the acquisition of some appropriate clothing for this new event. This meant a trip to the sports store at noon.
At four the next morning I began my conditioning assignment. It was fortunate that I had developed the habit of taking my keys and billfold with me. My trip had just begun when I had the pleasure of meeting Officer Albright. Officer Frances Albright, known to her friends and colleagues as "Frankie". Hereafter to be known to me as Officer Albright Ma'am. I had sufficient identification to prove that I was a person, that in general, was permitted to be in the community. There was a brief discussion on the radio, I was asked about my specific walking plans, important items like times, intended route, and that sort of thing, and she informed me that I was cleared to continue.
Officer Albright certainly did a good job of filling out her well fitted uniform. She was not a petite person but was extremely well configured. "We" (me and my lower based friend) found her to be most attractive and my lower based friend made some effort to rise to the occasion. Fortunately, it did not seem to be noticed (not a significant surprise) or perhaps acknowledged.
At least once each weekday morning I was observed by Officer Albright. In a way, it was a real motivational factor to begin my daily trip around the park. I looked forward to being observed by her. Special rewards were experienced when she had "dismounted" from her patrol car and I could fully observe her as I passed. She provided me with a daily wave, which I regarded as acknowledgment that I existed.
The next Monday I appeared at Carla's House of Beauty. I was located on the outskirts of our community. Carla's was not open on Sunday or Monday. Therefore my appointment was a special arrangement. She greeted me and directed me to the back. There was a dressing room. It contained chrome steel framed chair with genuine florescent green plastic upholstery, a built in shelf, a few hooks, and hangers. There were also two "gowns". Not exactly like, but probably an early model of, patient attire for a hospital. One was a left over from a desert campaign. It had been used to house an entire squad, their equipment, and probably a camel or two. The other would have made anatomically correct Barbie (trademark recognized as being that of the standard size doll) blush if she were required to wear it.
There was a question in my mind if I was supposed to remove all of my clothes or just my outer garments. By the time I thought of it, I was naked, so I selected the tent, I mean the larger gown, and walked on in to it, seated myself on the ice-cold plastic and waited.
"Come on this way" she said as she opened the door, "Oh, just leave the gown, you do not need it. Take a shower in there."
A shower is always a good thing, there was a large wash rag, a paper-wrapped bar of soap, and plenty of hot water. I was 'grooving' away when the shower curtain opened and she was standing there staring at me. Before I could react she had the washcloth in her hand and engaged in a practice that I was sure was going to result in missing patches of my skin. She increased the volume of hot water and I was soon almost ready for being served as a lobster for dinner. Finally, I was apparently clean enough to suit her, a large towel was briskly applied and I was soon dry. She continued to dry me as she more or less pushed me into an adjoining room with what I assumed was a massage table. I was on the table when I realized that my body was going to be even cleaner. What followed was series of clipping, waxing, and some tweezing. It was not a pleasant and relaxing experience, but within the space of an hour or so, I was clean from the neck down. I mean "clean", "hairless", and "skinless" in more than one place.
"Get dressed and I will take you home," she stated. That was it, I replaced my clothes, and rode with her to the house. Putting clothes over the current state of my body created some strange feelings. I had been known to shave my legs before but this was an all over experience. I felt rather naked and small.
My construction nights in the workshop were becoming less frequent. I had more ideas than time to dinker with them. Since I was now leaping out of bed at four in the morning I needed to be in bed and sleeping by shortly after nine. The Monday night with Carla precluded much effort on that night.
There was no way that I was going to give up the Tuesday night outing to the Guest House. With Kennel on Saturday and Sunday night that left three nights in the shop. As we moved towards summer one of those evenings was invested in the mowing and care of the dog compound. I was becoming very frustrated with my lack of progress on my devices and my seeming determination to create more of a "mess" than a creation.
The approaching summer brought some good news. In mid-May there was an announcement that my employer would implement "summer" hours. We would arrive an hour earlier on Monday through Thursday. In return we would leave at noon on Friday. Even though my trip around the park was getting more rapid, it meant that I would have to start at least a half of an hour earlier in order to make to work at the new time. I still ran very close due to the bus scheduled.
On Friday, I would drive to work. The basic duties that I had performed on Saturday morning were now done on Friday afternoon. This worked out to be more efficient anyway, and I found that I could easily be done and ready for being in the kennel kingdom on Friday afternoon when Diane went to work.
Since my new schedule required an earlier wake up and run time, it was my duty to locate and inform the Officer Albright Ma'am that I would have a new schedule. I considered the method of approaching her for this purpose, but settled on the "arms waving in the air" as I approached her patrol vehicle. It worked, in fact very well, she positioned the vehicle so that the headlights were pointed at me and then appeared in the light to engage in conversation. That provided me with an awesome view of her image in the light. One, that I may say, is permanently burned into my mind. The conversation was very pleasant. She complimented me on my faithful effort. I informed her that I would definitely be engaged in my "park trot" on Tuesday through Friday but Monday was dependent on other factors that I could not control - such as being let out of the kennel. The bright lights caused me to lower my eyes to avoid the glare and the well shined boots were very worth being able to see.
There was also an adjustment in my diet. In addition to being a "dog" on weekends, I became a "rabbit" during the week. Tuesday nights at the Guest House did bring some relief from the lettuce. I went with, but did not sit at the same table with Diane. She was seated with her friends and they maintained a rather interested and spirited stream of conversation. Food and beverages appeared and were consumed. I was seated at a "two fer" table that was located just outside the kitchen door. During less than hectic serving periods a waitress might light on the other chair with a glass of water or a cup of coffee for a few sip visit before charging off to bring joy among the guests.
Towards the later part of the event my dinner would be prepared at the main table. The food would be a mixture of items from the plates from Diane's table. Quite a mixture indeed. There was seldom anything that resembled the form in which it had left the kitchen. It was easy to tell when my food was about to arrive. The mood at the table was quite festive during the accumulation of contribution for my plate. I know that wine and other beverages were added to it.
The food was served at my table by Diane. She brought it to the table and with a lot of flourish placed it in front of me. The waitress would arrive with a small ("baby") spoon. As I was trained, I waited for the command to "Tabero!" and hoped that the spoon would appear at or about the same time as the command. I had a fear that one night the spoon would not appear and that I would be expected to eat with my face in the food. Although I seemed to dread the possibility, I was somewhat disappointed that it didn't happen. A logical and sane person would have preferred to stay home on Tuesday night rather than face the certain humiliation at the Guest House in the presence of my wife's' friends.
The first three night weekend of June began with a wonderfully pleasant Friday night. The temperature was in the warm and pleasant category. The cold miserable past was behind and the hot and humid July nights were not upon us. The door to the run was now open. The pen was air conditioned but the outside run was pleasant. I had removed the "storm" windows and the run was basically free and open with the ceiling fan circulating the pleasant air. My paw construction had reached the point of where I could do no more. My basic "outfit" was complete. I wanted a head, but had not really come up with any concept of how to construct one so I had placed it on the "dinker list of the future" and settled in to enjoy my three night per week summer.
There was still a concern with the bathroom thing. Having access to the run should have permitted me to take care of this without supervision. Of course, this meant that I would have had to live with the results until Diane arrived and I had no actual way of asking if it was okay to make this effort. I was pleasantly surprised to find that the Saturday morning "feeding" schedule was at about the same time as the Sunday morning schedule that I, and my body functions, had learned was the proper time for all of this to happen.
Sunday morning brought a major shock and surprise. I heard the gate and then the door open and I thought I heard voices. I assumed (maybe hoped) that perhaps some of the friends from the Guest House had decided to join our merry game. As the voices neared, I prepared myself for the total embarrassment and humiliation of being viewed by strangers that I knew.
I did know the visitors. There were two of them. They were both ladies and they were both surprised to see me. Their eyes got wide, their mouths dropped open, and then the laughter began. The laughter stung. It was not exactly a friendly form of humiliation. Diane provided a couple of commands that assured that I would "stay". I knew several things to be true. I could not stand up, if I did I could not unlock the kennel gate even if I had hands instead of paws. I could scream, yell, or otherwise make noise but that would either result in more laughter or more people to come and laugh at me. To make matters worse, it was time. It was the time that I had worked to train myself to be ready to evacuate my bowels. This was a daily effort and it was time. I was inside the pen at the front gate being observed by the three ladies and very much needing to scamper out to the edge of the run for the scheduled event. Perhaps Diane would leave them to enjoy the comfortable air-conditioned lounge while she took me outside to do my business.
Not damn likely as it turned out. She did make the move to the door and I knew to scamper in the direction that was needed. I made it to the area before she did. The entourage followed her out of the door into the pen and then directly over to where I was waiting. One would have thought that they had just returned from attending church. Actually, they had just attended a Sunday morning champagne brunch at a very nice local hotel. They were nicely dressed with lovely summer dresses and gorgeous high heel sandals. I noticed that as I remained on all fours just inches from them with my backside turned towards the sewer drain. Diane informed them that it was time for me to "shit".. She could have struck me with a thin fiberglass rod and caused less pain. The group showed no indication of being polite and returning to the inside. They remained and discussed the expected event like it was some sort of float in a parade.
It would be nice to relate that I was able to refrain from the action. It would be nice to say that I was able to stand my ground (or kneel my ground) and refuse to comply to the expectations of the assembled group. Perhaps I changed my mind when the word "enema" was mentioned as a necessary alternative to get the event started. Balancing the humiliation of the expected event with the terrible thought of the effects of an enema in front of the same group, I went ahead with the expected tasks and produced the requested results.. I added the piddle to the pile and waited as the observation, comments, and laughter continued. Finally, the hose was turned on and the evidence disappeared leaving only my damaged and hurt feelings.
After that, it was feeding time. The food was prepared, it was quite fresh having just come from the brunch. It was obvious that they were going to watch this event from up close. They came into the pen and were standing in front of me and my dish. By this time I had developed a technique of scooping up the food in the dish with my lower chin. While it resulted in less food per scoop it certainly avoided the face full of food result. Upon the command, I began my feeding routine. Just inches in front of my face was the lovely feet and shoes of the younger visitor. It was like in slow motion I saw the right foot leave the floor and slowly move into the air and disappear over my head. Within a moment, I felt the pressure of the well shod foot pressing the back of my head. It continued to press until my face was pushed directly into the feed dish. Breathing became a task. The only way that it really worked was to take my last remaining breath of air and attempt to blow enough food out of the way so that I could gasp some air. It was not graceful, it was not very attractive, and I appeared with a face full of food. A real mess.. The result caused more laughter. A hose was produced and the evidence, and most of my allocated food, was washed away. .
There was no explanation given to me at the time as to why the guests were present. There was a significant amount of explanation given to the guests. My schedule was explained. It detailed the work that was being done by Carla, it detailed the Tuesday night public exposure, it detailed the exercise and diet plan, and provided the revised Friday through Monday morning kennel schedule. Certainly more information than was really needed. The guests and Diane then retired to the main house leaving me as if they had just observed one of the household pets.
The guests consisted of Diane's mother, "Barb" (Barbara") and Diane's younger (and only) sister Heather. Both were very attractive ladies. Barb was in her mid to late thirties. Back in the old home town she worked as a clerk in the Registrars' office at the college. Heather had just graduated from high school. There had been an invitation and I know that we had sent a nice gift.. I somewhat expected Diane to want to return home for the graduation. Of course, by her marriage to me Diane had gravely disappointed her father.
Her father was employed in a manufacturing operation that was owned by my Roommate's family. Dad was aware of the fact that his older daughter was "seeing" the Roommate. I think that he had assumed that at some point this relationship would result in an advantage to him at the work site. Instead she had married me, and he could see no benefit whatsoever to this action. He had expressed his displeasure to her in a drunken rage that left her with some visible bruises that she had carefully concealed with cosmetics. It appeared that she had some experience in doing this. Diane had just never indicated a desire to "go home".
It wasn't very long after they left me that Diane returned with Heather. They were ready for the swimming pool wearing an appropriate "wrapper" skirt that went with the skimpy bathing suits underneath. The pen gate was opened and Heather clipped a leash on my collar. She tugged and I followed her out into the lounge room. We then journeyed out the door, up the walk, and through the gate.
It was my assumption that I was being "released" and that the amusement of my situation had been completed. The normal routine was to crawl to the back door of the laundry room. Diane would then release the buckles on the "paws".. After this was complete I would remove the rest of the gear, clean it up, and get it in position to dry for storage. Then I would clean up. As the weather had improved, I took my shower using the outside shower provided by the swimming pool. This was some sort of a final "act" that closed the pleasure of the event. I assumed that when winter approached, I would move these operations back into the laundry and "mud" room area.
Barb had already made it to the swimming pool and had removed her protective garment. Diane and Heather quickly followed to do the same. Now I was there with three very well constructed women wearing bathing suits that would have probably got them evicted from a public pool. I did have regrets. I wished that I had my glasses so that I could better observe. There was a pitcher of margaritas prepared on the shaded table.
My position was uncomfortable. I was in the full sun. A wonderful thing for the three ladies that could clearly demonstrate that they had experienced tanning during the spring season. For me, I was absolutely white. I had not seen much of the sun except from the inside of a building. I had certainly not had any exposure to the sun with my absolutely naked skin. I was probably beginning to resemble the lobster again when Diane made arrangements to cover me. First, there was a large towel and then there was the movement of an umbrella. The towel went on the hot concrete under me and the large umbrella went over me. I was now in the shade with my leash attached to a nearby table leg. Not having a lot of other options, I relaxed and observed the beautiful scenery as best as I could see it.
As the late afternoon progressed, the party ended. I was led over to the usual spot and the paws were unfastened. Their visit continued at the pool side as I completed my clean up and storage activity. I was absolutely naked in front of the ladies as I used the outside shower. After drying off, I bravely chose to remain naked and that got no comment or complaint. As I finished they began their clean up actions. I picked up the "glasses" (approved non-breakable plastic as required by the community) as they removed their suits and passed through the shower. Unfortunately, my glasses were still inside and I could not fully observe the pleasurable sight. They used towels to dry but left the towels and the suits in a pile by the shower and went into the house. I picked up the remains and went into the laundry room to hang up the wet items for drying.
"Your clothes are on the bed," Diane informed me. They were all in some state of getting dressed. There was a general openness that somewhat surprised me. I guess after what they had seen me do, they certainly had no reason to be shy.
There a neatly folded set of clothes on the bed, but there must have been some confusion since it could not have been mine. Not really concerned, I opened my assigned dresser drawer to extract a pair of boxer shorts. There were none to extract. The right side of the underwear drawer was filled with white panties. The regulation round neck white cotton undershirts typically stacked on the left had been replaced by a stack of white camisoles, most fairly plain, and a couple that were fairly much populated with lace. So, Diane had redone the drawer assignment. I looked in what had been her assigned underwear drawer and found it unchanged. I recognized all of the contents as being hers. Next trip was to the sock and handkerchief drawer. I found black socks. This was good, it was a start in the right direction. However, upon closer examination, I found that they were not my type of socks. Certainly not what the military would issue to a cadet. They were socks, they were black, and they were long.
"You were told that your clothes were on the bed," I heard Heather say from the doorway. She was partially dressed and standing there looking at me as if she owned me or something.
"Those aren't mine," I replied.
"They are now," she stated, "Put them on, we are going out for dinner."
There were several messages communicated in this short exchange. One was that I apparently had been moved from my normal clothes to clothes that were not suitable for a military oriented heterosexual white male. Two, that Heather had no inhibition about giving me orders or exposing her naked or partially naked body to me. Three, Heather had no inhibition about viewing my naked, hairless body, and four that we would be going out to eat dinner as a group..
I approached the pile on the bed and began to place them upon my body. First the white panties and the white camisole that I could have selected from my assigned underwear drawer. I picked up the socks, found they were the same, and put them on my feet. The texture was different from my normal socks. Now we were down to the outside stuff. Fortunately, these were familiar, and welcome items.
Dinner was an event at the Guest House. We were seated at a regular table in the main dining room. There were greetings from friends, introductions of Barb and Heather, but for the most part recognition that we were there to have a "family" conference. I had no input into the dinner plan. A salad with oil and vinegar dressing was ordered for me.
The topic of the evening was the purpose of the appearance of Barb and Heather. There had been communication of which I was not aware. Heather was accepted as a student in a "business college" in the city. She would be starting in a "general business" program on Monday. It was a sixteen week program. If Heather felt the school was worthwhile the time period might be extended. Funding for this educational event was being made possible by a grant from Diane. While attending this school she would be in residence with us. The General and Mrs. General had graciously approved this arrangement and the necessary paperwork had been completed and approved. In return for this opportunity, Heather would endeavor to invest her effort into learning and taking advantage of the opportunity. She would also assume responsibility for the care and management of the household animal. This would allow Diane the opportunity to take advantage of some travel and pleasure opportunities that had not been available due to her acquired responsibility of feeding me. Up until now, I was the only person not previously aware of this plan.
While we were "among friends" at the Guest House, I was still uncomfortable with my attire. How could they possibly not know that I was sitting there among them with no body hair and wearing female undergarments? I expected to be "arrested" for this transgression at any moment. This feeling of dread and potential discovery followed me into my daily routine. I was always sure that some form of "underwear" inspection was to take place within the next hour while at work. I absolutely dreaded the trips to the rest room. I sought out the obscure stall and quaked in fear of discovery that would expose my undergarments while seated for the performance.
The insurance building also featured a park setting behind it. I had observed that many of my fellow employees, mostly female, retreated to this area during the lunch period and got in some walking time. I had decided to pursue the same activity. After consuming my carefully measured lunch I got into line with the others and began to make the rounds. Within a few days I had been accepted as one of the group. Not only did I get greetings during the walking time, I began to see these same people in the building. I got nods and smiles from an increasing number of people. It took me a little time, but I became more comfortable that I could actually say hello to people and that I was not going to be arrested for the crime of wearing inappropriate underclothes in public.
Heather quickly demonstrated that she was definitely in charge. The time in the workshop was ended. I was either performing household duties, practicing my Carla assigned "lessons", resident in the kennel, making my morning trip around the park, munching on my quota of rabbit food, or sleeping. The greatest motivation was to arise and start my early morning exercise routine. Any desire for additional sleep was precluded with the expectation of seeing Officer Albright. She seemed to find reason to be standing outside her patrol car when I made my rounds and I was always rewarded with a friendly wave and the opportunity to fully view her in her uniform. Perhaps it was the uniform. You know, I did have a long term experience with wearing and being surrounded by people in uniforms. However, there was never a fellow cadet that wore one the way that she did. Here I was living in a room with two beautiful women and I was developing a serious visual crush on a police officer.
Just as I had settled into a very enjoyable and comfortable routine Diane left on a small vacation. She was going to travel with "friends" during the last few days of June and into the Independence day holiday. There was not a problem, Heather was there to "take care of me". Actually, Heather did spend more time with me than Diane had while I was in Kennel mode. I spent a lot of time either by the pool, in the yard, and even on the floor beside her in the lounge. My quiet time in the kennel was while I was sleeping or when Heather was entertaining a guest at the pool.
This entertainment activity bothered me. It seemed that it was outside of the agreement that we had with the General. I did not know the identity of the person, or persons, involved with this entertainment. While one would not expect a young attractive lady like Heather to be void of friends, it just did not seem "safe" to have them a visitors in what was not "our" home. It also could have been that I was jealous of this time not spent with me. Of course, I did not voice this concern or complain.
By the end of June I had removed ten pounds from my body. Perhaps a few ounces were contained with the lost hair. I still had eight to go according to specifications, but there had not been a time goal established for this loss. I also felt that I was in "good physical condition". I was going to need a visit to the clothing shop for some smaller clothes. I would have described myself as being "lean and mean".
Then came the first Saturday in July. Heather placed me into the kennel on Friday night in somewhat of a hurry. She had a scheduled date that evening and I was just a little disappointed that she was going "out" and leaving me behind. She appeared at the normal feeding time on Saturday morning and I was looking forward to spending the day with her. At least, that is what I thought.
She picked up a bag that had at sometime appeared in the lounge. I was attached to a leash and with the bag in hand we went to the outside. Instead of going in the direction of the pool as I expected we headed to the "lawn" behind the run. There was a new game to be learned.
It worked like this. She released me from the leash and instructed me to "Osuwari!". Therefore, I assumed the "Sit" position. She then produced a red rubber ball from the bag and a rather severe looking whip. She then threw the ball a few feet in front of me and commanded "Tottekoi!". Great thing to say, but in my ignorance I remained based on the last command. This earned a visit of the whip to the back of my behind and I was shortly able to understand that I should bound gaily after the red rubber ball. Approaching the ball, I made several attempts and finally got it inserted firmly in my mouth. Now, I turned and made my way back to ere. I found that "running" on all fours with a mouthful of red rubber ball was not a pleasant experience. I slobbered, I gasp for air via my nose, and in general was uncomfortable.
Unfortunately, the routine was repeated. Not just several, but many times. Two problems were quite apparent. One, was the fact that my "lean, mean, and good physical' condition was far from being in adequate condition for this extended exercise. The other was that when the red rubber ball was thrown further away it was beyond my range of vision and required some frustrating moments of hunting. All of this increased the anticipated time allocated for the successful return of the ball. This elapsed time transgression earned repeated correction with the whip.
It was a long and uncomfortable morning. I was exhausted, sore, and sure that my lifetime was short. The leash was applied and I was returned to the kennel for what I assumed was a long rest. This assumption was proved to be incorrect shortly after lunch when we returned to our morning games. There was a brief afternoon rest period and another long session. The approaching darkness brought welcome food and finally rest for the evening. I had no problem sleeping in the air-conditioned pen.
Sunday morning brought food and was followed by three workout sessions. They were probably about the same length as the Saturday session, but seemed extremely much longer and more brutal. It would be nice to be able to say that I was able to do better, be more comfortable, and actually enjoy the experience by the end of the fifth session. It would be nice, but it would not be true.
Sunday night brought food and an attempt to sleep. Sleep was difficult since it was interrupted by muscle pains and many aches. The sore muscles continued into the day on Monday. Thought and consideration was being given to ending the kennel experience. I would need to discuss it with Diane when she returned.
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