A Bonclebs'dream

Often my dreams vanished with sunrise. Sometimes they remain all the day in a corner of my mind, pale and wavering. But yesterday my dream remained clear and firm, wrapping me overside as it was real. It was not in a corner of my mind. I were in a corner of my dream.

DogTrainer74 was the heroe. I must say than the day before i discovered a file of marvellous pics. DT were wearing leather and his new wesco engeneers boots. I ‘ve never seen before nothing so nice, so moving. Each one of these pics gave me butterflies in my stomach.

When i came into the room, DT was sitting, a boot setting on one knee. He was not looking at the door, like on pic two. He glanced to me, like on pic three.
-Come here, bonclebs!
I walked towards the leather master. I saw him really as the pic one. It was difficult for me to breath...
-Bonclebs, on your knees !
I fell down on my knees. DT had his booted legs spread apart like on pic zero. I could’nt bare the blue light of his eyes under the visor of the cap. My eyes were lying on the foot of one boot.
I felt the leather of the riding crop under my chin.
-Look at me, bonclebs. “Bonclebs”, i suppose it is a name of dog, is’nt it ?
He had a sweet and slightly acid voice.
I whispered shyly:
-Yes
He was looking at me amusingly. Under the unbarable light of his eyes, i could stare his noise slightly sharp like his chin, the golden thread around his cheeks and his chin, joining his chin to his thin lips, curved under his noise, making him a bearded angel. He had slided his ride-crop inside his boot. He slapped me so hard that my head shaked :
-Speak louder, Bonclebs.
I say yes a little louder, very frightened, but a little deliciously frightened i must say.
Immediatly an other slap on other cheek;
-You must say: “yes Sir”, Bonclebs.
-Yes, Sir!
Good, he said and his hand caressed my cheek. Good ! If you have a dog’name, i suppose you are a dog, are’nt you ?
I hesitated a piece of second.
-Yes, Sir !

DT threw two huge slaps my way.
-You must answer quickly. You must answer : “yes Sir. I am a dog, Sir.”
-Yes Sir, I am a dog, Sir.
My cheeks were burning. I had a headache. He slapped me again.
-Louder, dog!
-YES, SIR ! I AM A DOG, SIR !
-Nice, very nice, dog! If you are a dog, i suppose you can bark. Bark, dog!
I tryed to bark but i were so humiliated that my voice could barely come across my throad. My trainer slapped me pityless and there was turquoise joy in his blue eyes.
-Wouah! Wouah!
Two slaps, again.
-Louder!
-WOUAH ! WOUAH !
I were shouting and crying in the same time. DT caressed my neck tenderly.
-Good! You are a real good dog, i see. You may kiss my boot, my new Wesco engeneer boot, my boot of trainer. Kiss, dog !
DT moved his leg up. I dont hesitate at all. I kissed the booted foot of my master. A loudly kiss. I glanced to his face. He was smiling. Somewhere in my mind this news were coming up: “i begin to be the dog of Dogtrainer74...”My dream were seeming to one dream !
DT took his riding crop from his boot.
-I suppose you like to walk on your fours ? Do you ?
-Yes, Sir!
DT stroke my breast with the crop.
-I demand you are a real dog, Bonclebs. I demand it. A dog does’nt speak, he barks only. Bark to mean yes!
-Wouah!
-Good ! Beg for walk !
I were wavering. DT stroke my hand.
-Fold your paws ! Strecht out your tongue!

(to be continued)