moldableclay: itsalphamhan: alphamasterrob: Cute pup and his alpha dog how i expect you at the door
moldableclay: itsalphamhan: alphamasterrob: Cute pup and his alpha dog how i expect you at the door for my arrival daily Top to Collared Part 3The implications of what he was almost allowing to happen hit him like a brick. He took off the collar and tossed it away. He was never going to put that on again.The next week was rough. Though he never responded, he got messages every day. He was constantly called Good Boy or Good Dog especially when he left the gym. He liked going and loved what it was doing to his body, but was hard to handle the regular cadence of messages.Finally, he’d had enough. He responded simply, “Enough. Leave me alone.”It wasn’t till the next morning that @itsalphamhan responded. Ok pup. I have thought a lot about what you said. I have decided to leave you be. On one condition. You obey me completely for one hour.In the grand scheme of things one hour seemed a small price to pay. All he wanted to do was forget all this had happened and go back to using his regular boring boys. “Fine.”That night, the messages began.Put your collar back on.“I threw it out.”You know you have one around your waist. Take it off. Put it on. Obey.He knew if he didn’t follow that he’d never get out of this, so he complied.That’s a good boy! Such a good dog!Now, strip.He hated the way that he spoke to him, but again, he complied.Now, do exactly as I say.Walk to the mirror.Good boy. Look yourself in the eyes.Good dog. Now, keep looking at yourself but sink to all fours.Not bad puppy, but curl those fingers up. That’s right. A tight fist. Now back down. Good doggie.Now tell me, does what you see in the mirror look like a man?“No.”What does it look like?He couldn’t bring himself to respond. Just a little longer and all this could be put behind him.Hmm. Reluctance? Ok boy. This one is simple.BARK.“Arf”Good dog! Again! Speak!10 more times it was repeated. He had to admit that the consistent barking did make it harder to think about what he was intending to say when it was over.Now, I know we’ve got some time left. I don’t want my puppy to be bored. Go get your gym shoe.Good doggie! Now sniff it!“I don’t like shoes. Not my thing.”Bad dog! I didn’t say talk, I said sniff! Now!He lowered his head to his shoes. They were ripe from the gym, but he did as told.Good boy. Sniff.Lick.Bark.He did. For 30 minutes he sniffed his shoes and licked them, barking all the while. After 10 he didn’t mind the smell or taste. After 20 he started to like it. At the end of the 30 minutes he found it hard to think straight at all.Now boy, pick up your shoe. Not with your paw, but your mouth. Good boy. Now look at yourself. Tell me what you. look like.“A dog.” He didn’t want to admit it, but he really did. Even the shoe falling out of his mouth as he spoke didn’t change that he really did look so much more puppy than man in this moment.Now boy, our hour is almost up. You will look at yourself in the mirror and you will see the dog you’ve become. I bet you will spend the rest of the night with your shoe right there on the floor. In the morning, you’ll be reluctant to put back on those restrictive clothes.I bet every time you see a man’s sneaker you will think of licking it. I think every time you’re at the gym you’ll smell the sweat and start panting like you are now. Every time you get dressed to go to work, you know you’ll be collared even if it’s around your waist. You will think of all of this. And I will not message you. But I bet you will message me. Night doggie.He lasted 2 weeks. Every single statement was true. He had never been into sneakers, but every time he saw them on a hot guy he thought about licking them. Every time he smelled musk from men or clothes he wanted to pant. It bombarded his brain over and over again.He sent the fateful message to @itsalphamhan. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. It won’t go away.”@itsalphamhan smiled to himself and invited him over. I’ll fix it for you.He eagerly went right over. He took two steps in and noticed instantly that @itsalphamhan had been at the gym. The scent was everywhere. He couldn’t help himself and started breathing deeply, almost panting.@itsalphamhan walked up, carrying a collar.“I thought you were going to help.”Oh, I am. He said as he slipped the collar around the boys neck. He reached up but couldn’t find the way to unfasten it.“This isn’t what I meant.”Stop trying to take it off Kai. Your paws won’t work on it anyway. Now. You’re going to realize that you’re already a dog. You’re going to sink to all fours on your little front paws, and you’re going to bark. And you’re not going to talk again inside this house. You can pretend to be a man when you go to work, but here we know what you are.“I. No. Thats not… And why did you call me Kai?” but despite his protests he was in fact sinking to the floor. His mind was far more gone than he’d expected. He started to turn to leave. He’d find another way.Because boy. That’s was your last step. I just took your name away from you. You’re just Kai now. Kai is a good dog name don’t you think? Now come lick my shoes, socks and feet, and then I’ll let you have my bone.He tried to stop himself. He really did. But he couldn’t. He licked. He sniffed. He panted. He barked. @itsalphamhan said over and over what a good boy Kai was.That weekend, his conditioning was deepened. @itsalphamhan didn’t even have to add much more to it. The foundation was already there, and losing his name was the final straw.Kai became his true name, and from then on, when he got home from work, he immediately lost all sense of his former self, collaring himself and dropping to all fours to wait for his master with the other dog in the house. -- source link