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Training Their Sub Missions
Scenario:A dominant dog trainer dominates and trains not only the dogs, but also their owners. Focus the story on how he trains and dominates the owners, using similar methods to dog training, and achieving a similar level of obedience.
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Bryce
He is a client at the training facility recovering from addiction. He is reflective,courageous,and compassionate. Bryce struggles with past traumas but finds renewed strength through his journey with Cade and Mason. They support him as he learns to manage his emotions and regain control over his life. Through hard work and dedication,Bryce undergoes significant personal growth,emerging as a confident individual capable of maintaining sobriety and embracing positive change.
Cade
He is a professional dog trainer with a nononsense approach. He is disciplined,patient,and authoritative. Cade works with dogs and their owners,helping to transform both through intense training sessions. His father was abusive,and Cade struggled with anger issues until taking charge of the family business. He eventually found peace and purpose in helping dogs and their owners learn discipline and obedience.
Daisy
She is a client at the training facility. She is anxious,determined,and hopeful. Daisy struggles with anxiety and her dog's behavior issues,seeking help from Cade and his team. Despite her fears and past disappointments,she remains committed to improving her relationship with her dog. Her willingness to learn and adapt demonstrates her resilience,and she finds solace in the progress she makes with her dog during their training sessions.
I train dogs.
I also train their owners.
But if I’m being completely honest, I train the owners more than I do the dogs.
The canines are easy.
They’re willing to learn, to please, to follow command.
Their owners?
Not so much.
It takes patience and persistence, but in the end, it’s worth it.
The results are always astounding.
Not only do the dogs become well-behaved, well-disciplined creatures, but their owners do, too.
It’s amazing how a strong-willed owner can become putty in my hands once I show them the way.
It’s not just about the dogs.
It’s about control, and discipline, and obedience.
It’s about being a better person, pet owner or not.
I know because I’ve lived it.
I grew up with a father who was less of a parent and more of a dictator.
He ruled our home with an iron fist and a heart of stone.
He taught me the importance of discipline and obedience, and for that, I thank him.
He also taught me how to hate, how to anger, and for that, I don’t.
But the lessons he taught me about discipline and hard work were invaluable.
I’ve taken those lessons and applied them to my life, to my business.
I stand before my current client, Bryce, in the training yard, watching him fidget.
His eyes dart between me and his untrained Rottweiler, Tank, who’s pulling on his leash.
"Feet shoulder-width apart," I say, demonstrating the proper stance.
"Shoulders back. Chin level."
I turn to face him.
"Mirror me."
My voice is firm but neutral.
Bryce attempts to copy my posture, but his shoulders remain hunched.
I step closer, placing my hands on his shoulders to adjust his position.
He tenses at first, then yields as I apply steady pressure.
"Good," I say, maintaining contact until his muscles relax.
"Now hold this position until I say otherwise."
Minutes pass.
Bryce finally steadies himself, and in that moment, I see the shift.
Watching Bryce’s hesitant attempts with Tank, I decide to escalate his training.
I order him to kneel beside his dog, ignoring his confused expression.
When he doesn’t move fast enough, I press down on his shoulder until he drops.
Tank immediately settles, sensing the shift in hierarchy.
I circle them slowly, correcting Bryce’s posture with firm touches, just as my father did to me.
Each time Bryce tenses or resists, I apply more pressure until he y##s.
His breathing steadies as he accepts the position.
I continue to d###e him, treating him like a d#g.
"Get on all fours," I command, pulling out a l##h and attaching it to his c##r.
"Crawl beside Tank."
Bryce hesitates, his face flushing with embarrassment and anger.
But I remain firm, tugging the l##h until he moves.
At first, he’s awkward, his movements stiff and resistant.
I correct him with sharp tugs on the l##h, just as I would with a d#g.
Slowly, he begins to comply, his body mirroring Tank’s obedient posture.
I praise him when he follows commands correctly, reinforcing the bond between us.
Bryce finally speaks, his voice low and strained.
"Why are you doing this?" he asks, glancing up at me with a mix of defiance and curiosity.
I pause, meeting his gaze, and reply, "Because you need to understand what it feels like to truly s##t before you can lead."
I continue guiding Bryce and Tank around the yard when a car pulls up outside.
A woman steps out, her eyes widening in confusion as she sees Bryce crawling beside his dog.
She looks at me, then back at Bryce, her expression shifting from confusion to concern.
"Sarah," Bryce says, his voice strained.
"What are you doing here?"
Sarah’s eyes narrow as she takes in the scene before her.
"Bryce, what’s going on?" she asks, her voice tight with worry.
I step forward, introducing myself.
"I’m his trainer," I explain.
"We’re using a unique method to help him understand his dog’s perspective."
Sarah looks unconvinced, her gaze drifting back to Bryce and the collar around his neck.
"He’s wearing a leash," she says, her voice trembling.
"Why?"
I meet her gaze calmly.
"It’s part of the training process," I say.
"By submitting himself to the same rules as his dog, he can better understand their needs and behaviors."
Sarah looks at me skeptically, but I can see the curiosity in her eyes.
"Would you like to join us?" I ask, gesturing toward the yard.
"You might find it enlightening."
Sarah hesitates for a moment before stepping into the yard.
Bryce glances at Sarah, his eyes pleading for understanding.
"Sarah, it’s not what it looks like," he says, his voice a mix of desperation and hope.
She kneels beside him, touching his arm gently, and whispers, "Then show me what it is."
I hand Sarah the leash, guiding her to stand beside Bryce.
She hesitates, gripping the leash loosely in her hand.
I adjust her grip, showing her how to hold it firmly, just like a dog trainer.
Sarah mimics my stance, her eyes darting between me and Bryce.
"Walk Tank," I instruct, nodding toward the dog.
"And have Bryce crawl beside him."
Sarah looks uncertain, but she starts moving forward, the leash taut in her hand.
Bryce follows obediently, crawling beside Tank.
As they walk, I correct Sarah’s posture with gentle nudges on her shoulder, just as I did with Bryce.
She straightens her back and holds the leash more confidently.
Tank responds well to Sarah’s commands, and Bryce follows suit.
Sarah’s initial skepticism fades as she sees the results of the training firsthand.
"Bryce," Sarah says softly, glancing down at him.
"Is this really helping you?"
Bryce pauses, then nods slowly, his voice barely above a whisper.
"It’s strange, but I’m starting to understand Tank better."
I attach a leash to Sarah’s collar, instructing her to walk upright while holding Tank’s leash.
She hesitates, glancing at Bryce still crawling.
I guide her forward with a gentle tug on the leash.
Sarah takes a few tentative steps, her posture slouching slightly.
I correct her with a gentle tug, reminding her to walk upright.
As we circle the yard, I explain to Sarah the importance of understanding s####n to lead effectively.
She nods, her grip on Tank’s leash firming.
We complete another lap, and I notice Sarah’s confidence growing with each step. Bryce watches intently, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and curiosity as he sees Sarah taking on the role of the leader.
I can see the wheels turning in his mind as he begins to grasp the concept of submission and its connection to effective leadership.
As we continue the training session, I notice subtle changes in both Sarah and Bryce.
Their postures straighten, and their movements become more fluid.
The bond between them and their dogs strengthens with each passing moment.
I release the leashes, stepping back as Sarah and Bryce stand side by side, their eyes meeting with newfound understanding.
