Just a quick word from the author. I've never experienced puppy play first hand, so if there are any critiques or advice you would like to share, please do so.
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We're laying in the bed next to each other, his hand over my body, rubbing slightly against my stomach, he's half asleep, which, after all that energy he just expelled, I'm not surprised.
I'm wide awake, staring off into the darkness, running through the day's events and how I went from a submissive boy to this hunky guy to his puppy with a full on outfit.
I shake my bottom in his crotch, he groans, "you are one greedy pup." He whispers.
I lie awake for who knows how long, and his snoring eventually picks up. I'm lost in a world of thoughts and curiosities.
I finally drift off to sleep, dreaming of doghouses, play times, other pups, and a whole lot of Mike. When I wake, I find that he's gone from the bed and I can smell coffee.
I walk into the kitchen to find him sitting there, reading stuff on his phone and sipping hot coffee. I grab a cup and sit down next to him.
"Good morning pup. How do you feel?" He asks.
"I'm good, took me a long time to fall asleep but other than that, I'm good."
"What's on your mind pup? I see it on your face, are you alright?"
"Yeah," as I look at my coffee without having taken a sip yet, "am I allowed to even drink coffee? I kind of need my hands for that? Can I sit like normal? I just don't know what to expect, I guess."
"Okay," he says, looking right at me, "you're a human, first and foremost, and I wouldn't expect you to go full puppy all the time. You'll find a way to get into that headspace and there will be times for it, but there will also be times where you're a boy, my boy, hopefully. But, we'll take this nice and slow."
"Oh, so I can switch back and forth? It's not one or the other?"
"No," he laughs, "I don't think I've ever met a pup who was in pup space 24-7, although I'm sure at least one exists."
"So," I ask, "when do I know when to switch? How do I know when you want a pup to play with or I'm just a regular boy? This is all so new, I'm sorry for the questions."
"First, don't apologize. This is a learning experience for you, and for me. Every pup I train is different. They all have their own levels of experience, their own behaviors, and their own ways of getting into that headspace. I find that most of my pups, at least for a while, get into that space once their puppy hood goes on. We can start there, okay? Finish your coffee and we'll get some breakfast."
We eat breakfast, and as we're sitting there, he decides we need to shower and then he wants to start my training.
I'm still in my neoprene shorts, so I strip from those and we take a shower.
He holds me in the warm water, standing behind me.
I lean my head back under his chin, and nuzzle the back of my head into him.
He shuts off the water and we dry off. I put on my neoprene shorts once more, and he puts on jeans and a black t-shirt that says "Trainer" in white letters with a bone underneath it.
We walk into the living room, and he sits on the couch, holding my hood and the bag from yesterday, "down here boy," he snaps his fingers.
I approach him, drop to my knees, he slips my harness over my body, tightening the straps. He then puts the mitts on my hands, and has me stand while he puts my knee pads on.
"Well, how do you feel?" He asks.
"Fine Sir." I reply.
"Okay pup, all fours."
I drop down, he slides my puppy hood on, placing it right, and holding my chin, "that's a good pup. You ready?"
I nod my head yes, remembering that I can't use words now.
He then reaches into the bag, and pulls out a collar that matches the rest of my outfit, and he slides it around my neck, and clasps it.
"I need to figure out your pup name, so that I can have some tags made for you. Wouldn't want you getting lost without knowing who they should call." He laughs.
I stand there, on all fours, and he takes a picture with his phone, I tilt my head to the side, and he snaps another picture.
"Okay boy, let's try basic commands, sit." He says.
I rock back on my knees, sitting on my feet, putting my mitts on the floor, he snaps another picture.
"Good boy. Now, present."