Tersely Pertinent

The actress goggled at the photos on the wall of the enclosed room.

Turning away from them, she looked for other things to see.    The actress found herself surrounded by dog items everywhere: leashes hanging from pegs, shelves with dog collars of all kinds,  even simulated dog tails with metal plugs on the end.   Looking down at the floor, she spotted bowls, some filled with water and others empty.    Even in the corner of the room was a large dog kennel with the door open.

From behind her came the man's voice, "Welcome to my secret world.   For years now, I have trained both men and women what it is like like to be a pet.  That is a dog.   People who wish to give up their identity and power and lose themselves."

The actress turned to face him.  "But that isn't what I want!  I just need to..." she paused.

"know what is like to become a dog." the man finished for her.  "Benjamin told me what the movie was to be about.  He sent me the script, which I have read.   The Mother finds herself questioning her identity.   She finds herself slipping into the idea she is becoming a dog."

She bit her lip and looked again at the floor.  Strewn about were chew toys and plushies of all kinds.   Closing her eyes, she took several deep breaths.   The actress could not believe where all this was going.   Was she really going all herself to be treated as a dog?   She wanted so much to get in touch with this character, but was this going too far?

After a few minutes of contemplation,  the actress raised her head up and looked the man straight in the eye.

"Yes," she told him.  "Please train me."

Nodding to the actress, the man turned and seated himself in the other chair in the room.    "Come over here and get down on all fours facing me." He told her.

She shook herself all over and complied with order.    First she knelt down and then placed her hands on the carpet.      The man reached out and lifted her chin until they could see each other eye to eye.

"This is how you will be for most of your training.   You won't communication in human language.  You will bark, yip, whine or growl.    We won't start with the dog ears or tail plugs.   If you do well and continue, we will add those later.  Nor will we use the paw gloves and shoes.  Those are only for really good puppies."

"But," he continued, "You will be naked.   Dogs don't wear clothes and neither shall you.   If you have a problem with this, you need to get up right now and leave.   Don't ever come back.   Nod if you agree."

The actress looked him straight in the eye and spoke a single word:

"Woof"

Taken aback, the actress gasped "You must be kidding."

She shook her head in disbelief.  The words "You are here to be trained as a dog" still filled her ears.   

The man sat back in his recliner and grunted rather happily.  "Of course I mean it.    I've read the script.    You know how to be a mother, but what you don't know is how to be a dog."   He turned and picked up his copy of the script and flung it into her lap.

"That character thinks she is turning into a dog.    To make that part of the role work, you need to know what it is to be a dog. I can help you with that."

The actress focused on the bound script in her lap.    She flipped it open at random to read some lines, so the man's words would not affect her.     "He can't be right," she told herself.  "He must think I am a method actor or something."   The actress concentered on the printed words before her.    The scene she had turned to was in the middle of the movie, where where she read:  

55 EXT. FRONT LAWN - CONTINUOUS 55

   Mother, on all fours, chases after cat

The actress slammed the script shut and held it to her chest.    Tears began to fill her eyes, as she looked up and met the man's dark gaze.  "See," he told her, rather gently.  "Anyone can be human.   You need to be a dog."

Still holding the script to her chest, she sobbed "How?"

The man rose from his recliner, bending over to put his pipe in a nearby ashtray, and walked to a closed door in the corner of the room.   As he passed by the couch, he uttered a single word to her: "Heel."   

Without looking back, he reached into his front pants pocket and retrieved a set of keys.  Using one of the keys on the ring, he unlocked the door and walked inside.    The actress hesitantly got up from the couch and followed him inside.    Looking around, she was shocked to see what was in the room.

Much like the first room in the house, this one was also lined with framed photographs.   But instead of pictures of dogs, these were pictures of women in poses of dogs.

Naked women.

Women with dog ears clipped on them.   Some with fake dog muzzles on their faces.   Still others with dog tails sticking out behind them.   All of them were wearing dog collars.    

Here and there were photos of the man holding a leash attached to the collars.    Some of the women were sitting on their haunches with their hands on the ground.    Most of the photos were showing the women on all fours.     What really caught the actress's attention is every woman pictured was smiling and looking up with a shine in their eyes.

The actress parked her car in front of the house.

It was an ordinary house.   Two stories with a large privacy fence running from the sides, to what she thought was the back yard.   It sat alone on the lot, no neighbors for miles around.    She thought it was rather odd, not being used to seeing  something this mundane.   The actress was used to large mansions with pools and fountains.    "This is so.....plain." she thought to herself.

Walking up to the large brown door, the actress tried to look in the windows, but saw dark curtains covering them on the inside.    She shrugged her shoulders and then tossed her head, so her reddish blond hair fell onto her back.   When she pushed the doorbell, the actress did not hear a sound.    However, in a short time the door opened to show her  a rather gaunt looking man in his 60s or so.

What really caught the actress' attention was the man's eyes.    They were large, black and unblinking.    The bored into her like black suns from a scifi  movie she was in awhile back.

To break the contact with those eye, the actress looked down at her outreached hand and "Hi! I'm...."

The man interrupted her with "I know who you are.   Benjamin told me you were wanting to be here.  Come." 

He turned his back on the actress and strode further into the house.  The actress blinked at his retreat and stepped across the threshold and turned to close the door behind her.    After it was shut, she looked around the room to speak with him again but he was nowhere to be seen.   

Instead, the actress was confronted with a living room dedicated to dogs.   

Pictures on wall showed canines of all breeds, some standing, some sitting on grass.  Others still showed dogs in pairs, posed like family photos.    Other frames on the wall were dedicated to medals and cards saying what dog placed in various dog shows, the actress guessed.

Looking around, she saw a showcase holding a number of trophies.    Some large some small.  Mixed in with the awards were jars.    Some looking like dogs themselves, others like small wooden boxes.    All of them bore a name and a set of dates.

 Somewhat taken back, the actress looked around again, trying to find the man when his voice barked "Come!" from a doorway at the back of the room.   She followed the sound into another room, this one a bit more friendly.   Finding the man sitting in a leather recliner, stuffing tobacco into a pipe,  the actress walked up to hold out her hand again and tried to introduce herself again.  "Ben said you were..."

Pointing at the couch with his pipe, the man simply said "Sit."

She blinked her eyes at the man again and did as he requested.    The couch was leather, matching his chair in color.    Crossing her legs, she watched the man finish filling his pipe and getting it lit.    A cloud of grey smoke separated the two of them.  "But," she thought to herself, "at least it blocks those eyes."

Casting out another cloud of smoke from his nostrils, the man said to the actress "I know why you are here.   Benjamin sent me the script yesterday when he told you were come coming over.     An interesting concept: A woman believing she is becoming a dog."

The actress beamed!   This was going to work out great!  "Yes!   I fell in love with the script when my agent gave it to me!   A stay at home mom who is so driven by her child and husband, she begins to lose her grip on reality and thinks she is turning into an animal!"

"I want to get into this woman's head!  I want to feel what she is feeling!   I want to be where she is!"  The actress continued. "But I know very little about dogs.    I need someone to help me connect to a dog spirit, if you will.    Ben says you know all about dogs.   That you have trained dogs most of your life.  If you can show me how you do that, I would so, so grateful!"

The man simply said "No."

Taken aback, the actress sunk deeper into the couch.     "But....why not" she stammered back to him.

He leaned forward in the recliner and waved away a fresh puff of smoke.  "Because," he told her frankly, "you are not here to learn how dogs are trained.   You are here to be trained as a dog."

"He's right behind me, isn't he?"

Said by a woman engaged in doggy style

So my question for you all today is a rather simple one.    Well maybe not.

For a brief time, I want you to imagine reducing the lifestyle to two simple concepts: Bang (that is to fuck) or Bang on (that is to beat (or be beaten) on someone.

That is it.   Black or White, On or Off, Up or Down: Bang or Bang On

What say you?

to refer to a

Submissive 

who is deep in 

Subspace 

as a

"Space case"

?

End of testing.   Two coats of stain on the bottom half and 3 coats of polyurethane.

So the next project has been burbling in my head.

Decided to be a bit more colorful and got me some new stain:

Scrap pine