Well I was living with my cousin in upstate Michigan, and was very bored, and tired of having so little to do. I knew I had been submissive all my life and used to always be the Indian in Cowboys and Indians so I could get stripped and tied up by the Cowboys and Cowgirls.
The only thing to do around here, (I thought) was hunt deer in the fall, so there were some clearings in the woods where some neighbors and us had planted clover to get the deer in.
I took the ATV and headed to the out back to a one acre clearing. Shortly after I got there, two neighbors showed up to check it out too, and visit.
They were Roy and Cleo two black guys who had a hunting cabin on 40 acres near my cousin's 350 acres. Really pretty good guys, I always enjoyed talking and drinking with them. Oddly enough they didn't have their dog Molly with them. They told me Molly had stayed back in the city where they worked.
So we talked and they produced a bottle out of their coveralls and we hit the bottle for a while.
Soon, I was feeling real good.
Then the talk turned to; too bad we didn't have Molly to play fetch with and let run. For some reason, I gave out a howl.
Roy looked at me and said: "Hey I got and idea. Us two can have a dog to play with." and they looked at me.
I said: "Just what do you mean?"
"Well," he said, "Why don't you get down and be the dog?
You know, just for fun." he continued,
"Get down on your hands and knees, and be our dog."
He handed me another swig of inhibition reducer, and I got a hot feeling in my stomach I kinda thought it was a hot idea.
I really couldn't think of any reason not to do it, but didn't want to give in too easily.
"Naw, I couldn't (not wouldn't) do that."
"Sure you can. Just for fun. Here, I even have a hunting collar you can wear."
He pulled a collar out of his pocket and actually put it around my neck. Now, just why that seemed to make things better, I don't know, but I felt myself slipping into compliance.
Cleo now put his hand on my shoulder and gave me a light push down. I went to my knees. And damn I was feeling good.
Then a slight push forward and I was on my hands and knees, doggy style. "Good boy, good boy.", Roy said, and patted my head.
They tossed a stick out a couple of feet and said "Fetch boy."
I fetched. Picking it up in my mouth and then turning around and brining it back.
They tossed it out again, farther this time, "Fetch boy!".
"Now, come now.", I started to say, when wham! I was hit with a shock to my neck from the training collar. I hadn't realized it was a shock collar.
"HEY! Stop!" WHAM another shock.
"Dogs don't talk." Roy said.
I shut up.
"Good boy." he said again, and for some reason, I was glad to get the compliment.
They tossed the stick a few more times, then pretended to shoot some ducks, and I went out and fetched the pretend ducks. I really don't know why I was getting so caught up in this game but, I was. Well we played around and they had me doing some tricks, sitting up to beg, and roll over and get scratched behind the ear.