Date: Fri, 29 Jan 2021 22:31:42 +0000 (UTC) From: Ash Eater Subject: Wanted Dog Trainer c6 I'm grateful for the feedback I've received so far. Please consider donating to nifty to help it keep going. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Looks as if my cab is here said Mr Stephens as I finished putting the final touches to his boot, he had moved it up from my groin to my chest, the smell of leather and the polish from earlier in the day filled my nostrils. Well-timed too, I've almost finished the cigar. "Get up. That shirt is absolutely filthy, boot polish and saliva really do make a mess when combined. "I may have to send you to get new shirts at this rate". He stood up, he looked amazing in his leathers very powerful. Better be going then. Outside in the open air, a cab was revving its engine impatiently. "Five minutes " Mr Stephens shouted. Damn I've forgotten to pay you, he opened his wallet, a dropped a tenner on the floor. I looked round, to see if anyone was watching, and quickly bent down, before i had a chance to pick it up, the remains of his cigar also fell, to be immediately crushed under the weight of his now gleaming size 11 boots. "I don't want to be seen as a litter bug," he growled at me, "pick it up".I picked it up with one hand cupping it almost reverentially so not too spill anymore. Mr Stephens' height and bulk lowered over me as i gingerly moved forward and picked the tenner up with my mouth. Thank you, the neighbours around here like to gossip, if I left that stub on the floor the next two streets would know all about it by the time I got up tomorrow. Thoughts of how I had helped Mr Stephens retain his reputation entered my head, who ever was watching would see that he cared about his environment. 10.30pm, twenty minutes later I was back in the flat taking off my shirt. It was filthy. It was then a text came from Mr Stephens,"Shower, and don't come tomorrow until 9.30" I was so lucky to have him as an employer I thought, a lie in on a Saturday, As I put the phone down to charge I spotted the card from the newsagent, It suddenly occurred to me that it would be a week since I had the courage to pick up that phone to ask about the DOG WALKER JOB. I felt embarrassed that I had called him Kyle initially, but he did't seem to hold that against me. I felt so much more comfortable addressing him with respect. I was woken at 6 by the alarm on my phone, i groggily picked it up. It accompanied messages from Mr Stephens I still want you awake early, you must have plenty of chores to do at home. This was true, but in the last week my obligations to Mr Stephens meant that I'd forgotten about them. On the floor crumpled was the shirt I had worn yesterday, filthy, would that ever get clean I thought to myself. I picked it up and noticed that on the chest was a perfect routine Mr Stephens's boot. I smiled, at the evidence of the work I'd been putting in making his life easier. As I held it to the light that came through the window I spotted the remains of Mr Stephens cigar. I picked it up carefully and put it to my nose. A shiver went down my spine, a sheer of excitement. A second message suggested I drink three pints of water now, and another two per hour before I left to go to see him For the first time in days I pottered around the flat in my underpants, I could hear the creaking of my flatmates bed, he was obviously entertaining, the noise of the washing machine would soon drown it out. I opened up my food cupboard I was about to make myself some breakfast, then realised I Mr Stephens had not yet sent a text suggesting that it was time I did. I'm sure he would at some times I knew he had my best interest at heart. It was 9am, I was still in underpants, a text came through."Be here in 30 minutes, stop off at the bakers and bring four croissants" I quickly picked out a shirt, the freshness of it contrasting with the one that I had taken off the night before, quickly put it on, downed two pints of water and rushed out onto the street. The queue in the bakers was long, and I began to panic, but I finally got served, and rushed headlong to my destination. I rang the doorbell. There was no answer Five minutes went by and I was still outside, I had three options, ring again, leave or wait. The first two would have just been an indication of my impatience and disrespect for Mr Stephens' time. He was no doubt caught up with doing something important. When he was ready he would come and open the door. I would wait. Another fifteen minutes went by, I was still outside, standing straight ahead looking at the front door. I then heard a familiar noise , it was Boy's excitable barking. Excuse me said a strange voice. I turned. A man in his mid fifties was standing beside me, in expensive leather. In one gloved hand a set of keys, in the other Boy's lead. He opened the door , entered and closed it again. Another ten minutes went by before the door opened. Mt Stephens, was in a pair of jeans, and a tight fitting T shirt, one that both showed off his well developed chest, and his protruding belly. "Made it them?" he said, looking at his watch He smiled as he ushered me in. I followed him to the kitchen, and placed my mobile phone and the bag containing the croissants on the kitchen table, and then went and stood in my designated spot. "Sorry about that" it was the voice belonging the the man who had just let himself i. Was desperate for a piss. It was then that my bladder decided that it wanted a release. I hope will power would get me through the next couple of hours. Mr Stephens and the Man continued to have a conversation, talking about the night before. The Man lamented the lack of a bootblack. Tea or Coffee? "Tea please", croissant? "why not". Help yourself. The man took out a croissant, and placed it on his plate. Mr Stephens did likewise. "Hungry Boy" I remained silent as an excited yelp came from the corner of the kitchen. Mr Stephens opened the backdoor, three out the croissant and the dog quickly followed it. Aren't you tired standing there, the Man asked. Mr Stephens looked at me, you heard him come and sit. the only remaining chair was against the wall and was jammed up against it by the kitchen table. Mr Stephens' eyes and fingers were fixed on a spot on the floor between the two men. I crouched down and sat in a crossed leg position. The Man looked at me, then back at Mr Stephens; wouldn't he be better off kneeling."You heard him kneel" I adjusted my position, and realised it was a far more comfortable position. Mr Stephens and the Man then proceeded to have a conversation. It was a mix of politics, and a discussion of the night before. I was looking ahead focusing on the centre of the table, both were taking there time eating their croissant when I saw a hand in front of my face, it had a piece of croissant on it. "Don't be ungrateful, eat it" I picked up the morsel and put it in my mouth. "Say Thank You " "Thank You..." "Mr Black". "Thank You Mr Black" They continued the conversation ignoring me. "he was well behaved earlier , very obedient, stayed still for ages when I told him too" "Training its never easy, but once I decided on a regime I stick to it exercise twice a day, control sleep patterns, regularly collared, learning to obey my commands diet control, and, plenty of stuff to keep him occupied when I'm not around, toilet training. "Do you need to piss?""Yes Mr Stephens" "Go on then " "Yes do it there. Mike won't be offended, will you Mike?""God no my boy is always pissing himself" They continued to talk as I allowed my bladder to relax. The next challenge is to get him to eat properly, he still leaves half his food in the bowl I don't know what to do. Mr Black responded, don't feed him as often, or just dump the food on the floor, although that has mixed. Another piece of croissant was put in front of me, I was about to pick it up when Mr Black dropped it on the floor. "And if he doesn't eat it take it away." I lent over and without using my hands ate the croissant, licking the floor to make sure I left no crumbs. "Getting him toilet trained was the hardest, took ages before I was able to make sure he only did it outside." "Finished pissing?" "Yes Mr Stephens" "Well done, another piece of croissant was anded to me, before Mr Black had the chance to drop it I ate it directly from the palm of his hand. "The hardest part of training of course is always reducing the libido, it's not a problem when in doors with me, but wondering eyes when out side could be a problem, and the bollock licking. " Have you considered castration? Yes, but that's the last resort. As they talked I thought how considerate an owner Mr Stephens was, Boy was a very lucky dog. "Time for me to go , I need a piss first"". You know where the toilet is. Time for you to piss too ", Mr Stephens said addressing me. My already wet trousers got even wetter, as I followed Mr Stephens' instruction. Mr Black returned. I watched as he picked up his leather gauntlets off the kitchen table. I looked up, as he bent down his breath heavy with the smell of cigar smoke, and ruffled my hair. "Nice to see you..." ""Pete " said Mr Stephens, I've not thought of an alternative name yet. "Nice to see you Pete. He ruffled my hair again , lifting my head up so I could look directly into his eyes. I continued to kneel there, as Mr Stephens and Mr Black chatted on the door step. Finally Mr Stephens returned. Considering he only lives down in Tooting I really don't see him often enough, his full of wisdom and experience when it comes to training. Lot's of dogs have been put through their paces with him before settling down with permeant owners. Did you like him? Yes Mr Stephens. "I'll keep that in mind" Tonight I want you here by 5pm, Make sure you eat properly before you arrive I've got other commitments later so will be leaving early. "Yes Mr Stephens." Back at the flat I took out the shirt from the washing machine, as good as new, and the collar was still hard and stiff, which was a relief. After being on my knees for some two hours I wanted do nothing but lie down, but Mr Stephens had left a clear instruction, I had to eat, it occurred tome that I hadn't been out food shopping for theist week, that most of my eating had been done at Mr Stephens. Thankfully thee was a ready meal curry that was still within date in the fridge. I put it in the microwave to heat up, and went get a plate. I then thought it would be better from a bowl, and remembered that I had a shallow metal bowl somewhere. After a few minutes of searching I found it. I poured the food into it, and headed to my bedroom. Damn I'd forgotten a fork, never mind. I placed the bowl on the floor, crouched down and ate directly from it, making sure that every trace of sauce was licked clean.