{"sf1_id":2236423,"sf2_id":"J1O3LQA1","title":"Click-CLICK [Commission]","author":"limewah","words":3410,"posted_at":"2025-03-20T20:00:52.000Z","tags":["BDSM","Cat","Clicker","Conditioning","Dachshund","Dog","Dubcon","Enby","Feet","Feline","Gay","Hypno","Hypnosis","Male","Mask","Paw","Pup","Tiger","Training","brainwashing","fetish","hood","play","rub"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2236423-click-click-commission","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/J1O3LQA1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/07/7d/077dc7c8-d30d-4772-8f5d-452fede3e602","description":"_Tiger is a good Dog._  \n  \nThumbnail art by [Choyuki](https://www.furaffinity.net/user/choyuki) !\n  \n\nThis is from a recent batch of commissions, which are [still open](http://www.tinyurl.com/LeemComms)!\n  \n\nIf you'd like to read more like this before it gets posted publicly, head over to [my Subscribestar!](https://subscribestar.adult/limewah)\n\n* * *\n  \n  \n\n[Posted using PostyBirb](http://www.postybirb.com)","content":"#### **Click-CLICK**  **By Limewah**  **Commission for BaxterTiger**  **18+**\n  \n\nTiger laid on his back, his four legs in the air. He was panting like mad - both from the heat and from the excitement. His stone-grey eyes sparkled as if they had their own light sources inside them - the clear, bright joy of being a thoughtless puppy.   \nHis handler and his friends were crowded around him, making sure not to step on his frantically wagging tail. It was longer and more flexible than most dogs’ tails, but Tiger never really thought about why. ‘Why’ wasn’t usually in a doggy’s vocabulary. All they knew to do was follow instructions and play.  \nRight now, it was playtime!\n  \n\nHandler’s friends were sat all around him in the dark, damp room. He could feel their bare paws resting all over him too, each of them pushing down firmly in kneading motions; his soft belly, his firm chest, his wriggling thighs, his throbby jock-bulge. The pressure was keeping him in place. The only parts of him that could properly move were his twitching legs.  \nTiger’s Handler got the best spot, of course, and the silky paw pads were squished right against Tiger’s neoprene puppy snout. Tiger yapped and whined and frantically tried to lick at the rolling toes whenever they got in range. He was so desperate for a taste that he even snapped at them a little bit - just to catch them between his teeth!  \n  \n“Such a good puppy.” Handler said. “Puppy loves his rubbies.”  \n“Ohhhh yeah, he loves his rubbies, doesn’t he…” another voice came in. “Ooohhh whosagoodpuppy, it’s you, Tiger! It’s you!”  \n“Yeah he is~!” yet another voice piped up - Tiger didn’t know his name, he just knew they gave him really good scritches earlier on in the evening.  \n“Oh, the best dog…” Tiger heard another voice, felt the paws push against his throbbing bulge. It made him feel funny. He liked all the funny touches.  \nThe tone and timbre of that babytalk made Tiger whimper and whine with happiness. So much energy was roiling through their energetic puppy body. His heart was racing, his tongue was lolling, his hind legs were kicking. He wanted to zoom around and lick every single one of them! But he was a good dog, he was very happy to be kept still and snug under a blanket of paws. As long as he had that everything was perfectly right with the world-  \n  \nSomething cold spilt across his chest. Something fizzy mixed with the herbal tang of gin hit his nostrils.  \n“Oh, shit sorry-”  \n“No no, it’s okay-”  \nTiger was shocked to hear the words coming from his snout so suddenly. He didn’t know he was able to speak, dogs weren’t able to…  \nHe became aware of the snugness of the pup hood around his body, and the paw-gloves around his handpaws and footpaws…  \n…his name wasn’t Tiger, he _was_ a tiger, and his name was Baxter…  \n  \nThe toes slipped into his mouth. The pacifying texture and taste stunned Bax, stilled his thoughts before they could spool up. He remembered how he suckled on these toes while he listened to… what exactly? Something that made him feel…  \nA phone speaker held to his ear began to play a familiar, soothing sound. A babbling brook of soothing music, associated with the sound of his Handler’s voice and the pleasure it brought him…  \nThere it was.  \nThe sound enfolded Baxter. The conditioning slipped back in, filling that frightening gap in his mind. His throat purred a trance-rattle for just a moment, fading in and out like a distantly passing car.   \nCar. Doggies chased cars! He wanted to chase a car!  \n  \nHe yapped through those toes, slathering them with dog spit, feeling his snout tingle as it squished against his Handler’s ankle.  \n“There’s a good doggy, back down…” his Handler cooed.  \nTiger went right back to suckling, his tail wagging once again while a towel rubbed his chest dry.  \nHe wasn’t going to try and lick it off of himself - alcohol wasn’t good for doggies, after all!  \nPaws, on the other hand, were perfect. His teeth worried and nibbled on the soft toe-flesh, and it wiggled in his mouth while his tongue lapped happily and placidly.  \nEverything was right with the world again.  \nHe’d already forgotten that scary moment where he thought he wasn’t a doggy named Tiger, when he thought he had thoughts.   \nBut his Handler was going to make extra sure that his mind was clear.  \n  \n  \n**\\***  \n**_Click-CLICK_**  \n**\\***\n  \n\nThe gunshot sound of the metal clicker pierced Baxter’s head, bringing his train of thought to a crashing halt. His brain buzzed with heady hyperfixation, but was otherwise exanimate, and receptive to whatever was to come next. He remained still on his back, feeling his Master’s paw pressed down on his chest.  \n  \n  \n“You’re a good dog, and your name is Tiger.” Handler’s paw moved up to scratch at Baxter’s throat. The dog had introduced himself as ‘Handler’ - Baxter wasn’t sure if it was his last name, or if it was just the name he chose for himself.  \nAt that moment, it didn’t matter all that much.  \n  \n“I’m a good dog, and my name is Tiger…” The toe pushed down against the vibrating vocal folds - not enough to stifle, but enough to make Baxter shiver.  \n  \nThe earbuds were nestled snugly into the sleepy cat’s ears underneath the hood, pouring the familiar meditative soundscape into his quiet mind.   \nBy now, just hearing it was enough to make Baxter feel very receptive and relaxed, after all the cosy sessions he’d experienced with his friend. The noise cancellation was off, this time, and he could hear the rush of the outside world - not that there was much background noise save for Handler’s voice, and the huff of Baxter’s breath.  \n  \n“Again, Tiger.”  \n“I’m a good dog, and my name is Tiger…”  \nThe more Baxter repeated the mantra, the harder it seemed to articulate.   \nThe toes rubbing against his throat weren’t helping.  \n“It feels better and better the more you affirm it, doesn’t it? It becomes harder to speak, because doggies don’t talk, they just bark, don’t they?”  \n“I’m a g…guh… good dog…”  \nBaxter knew they were right. It must have been why his tongue felt thicker and his lips felt more slack, even though he knew that the one currently putting him into trance was a dachshund, and yet he could speak…  \n“And…?”  \n“And my name… rrh…”  \n“Good, Tiger.”  \n“RARF!”  \n  \n“Closer, yes, closer…” Handler began to speak quicker, his voice becoming a seemingly endless stream of words.   \n“You’ve almost got it, you’ve almost found your voice, and when you find that voice, you’ll find yourself at last, you’ll understand at last that you are a dog, that you’re a good dog and your name is Tiger, and when that happens you’ll feel deeper pleasure than you’ve ever felt before.”  \nThe firm footpaw traveled up further to press into Baxter’s face. The dog’s toes drummed on Baxter’s lips, a claw easing them open and almost pushing inside. So tantalisingly close. It lit his brain on fire.  \nThe tiger felt a rhotic groan come from his throat -\u0026nbsp; the most dog-like sound he’d ever made, since he’d started down this conditioning path.  \nThere was a moment of quiet.  \nBaxter felt his ears pricking up, listening, wondering why his Handler was so quiet.  \n  \n“Rrrurh?” he repeated the sound, as if trying to ask a question, some part of him in that trance-fog still wondering what was going to come next…  \nThen, sudden darkness, firm pressure on his face, the comforting softness and push of his Handler’s sole against his nose “Rrrrrh!”  \n“There’s the sound we’re looking for, good dog. Tiger wants a reward, doesn’t he?”  \nTiger resisted the urge to moan out actual words, to cry out ‘Yes, please, please Handler’. He just growl-barked into the sole, knowing that the reward was just about to come.  \n“When you hear this next sound, you’re going to go completely blank for me. You’re going to sit at attention, and you’re going to be perfectly receptive to what I have to say next. Ready to obey. Ready to be trained. Just as you’ve always craved, deep down… that’s what you want.”  \n  \nTiger barked, deep from the throat.   \nHe’d found it.  \n“Good boy.”  \n  \n**\\***  \n**_Click-CLICK_**  \n**_\\*_**  \n  \n“Ruff!”  \n“Not a bad start,” the dachshund said. Baxter was already, immediately too far gone to feel self-conscious, but it still was very much an ‘attempt’ at a bark, a very obvious attempt.  \n“You’ll learn in time.”  \n“Yes…” Baxter murmured.  \n“Yes, what?”  \n“Yes, Handler, sorry Handler,” he croaked.  \n“No apologies needed.” the dachshund’s voice was firm, commanding, almost parental. He had definitely earned his reputation.   \n  \nBaxter was a little intimidated by that confidence. Something felt almost dangerous about Handler, about how easily he was able to put hooks into people’s minds. His ‘Kennel’ of pets was quite large, and the way they all talked about him had an almost cult-like quality to it.   \nEven his friend who’d introduced him had ‘warned’ him that things could get a little intense with this guy, to be mindful of his own boundaries and make sure he never went too far for comfort.  \n…They hadn’t exactly practiced what they preached, seeing as they were currently sitting in the corner, watching them like a loyal guard dog.  \n  \n“Are you coming out of trance?” Handler’s voice had a twinge of patient disappointment.  \n“Yeah, a little…” Baxter felt a pang of nerves - and a bit of shame to go along with it. This was only their second meeting, but he could already envision just how intense a full-on trance with the dachshund could be.   \nMaybe he was bigging it up in his head a little too much…  \n“It’ll get easier with time,” Handler said. “We’re getting used to each other, and you’re doing such a good job so far.”  \n“Yeah…” Baxter lowered his head slightly.  \n  \n“In fact… I think I’ve got an idea,” Handler said. “Socks, come!”\u0026nbsp;  \nHandler clicked his tongue sharply.  \nSocks bounded over with a happy, low ruff-growl, nuzzling straight into Handler’s booted ankle as their whole body wriggled like gelatin.  \nThe red panda’s striped tail was swishing back and forth, so fast it was making little gusts of wind - not unwelcome, considering how hot the room was. They wore a floppy dog mask, custom made to match the markings of the blank face beneath, and secured around their head with black velcro straps.  \n‘Socks’ wiggled and bounced with excitement, eyes devoid of anything except for pure hypnotised love.  \nBaxter wished he could see ‘Socks’ as a proper dog, but he wasn’t quite at that point. That would probably come when he had been conditioned enough… it couldn’t come too soon.  \n“Socks, sit!” Handler snapped his fingers sharply - very pointedly not using the clicker.  \nSocks immediately did so, their tail going still just as quickly.  \n“Socks… hypnotise.”  \n  \nBaxter felt ‘Socks’ eyes on him. Blue eyes glistening in the dark holes of the puppy hood.  \nThe dog approached Baxter. The tiger was about to protest, or demur, but those _eyes…_  \nThere was no ‘real’ intelligence behind Leem’s eyes. But that familiar stiletto-pierce was there, the gaze that had made him so weak in the past. Baxter suddenly felt very still. He looked up at Handler, who merely smirked and inclined his head to look.  \nThe tiger couldn’t resist. He was still trance-drunk from the last drop.  \n“Look into their eyes,” Handler said, firmly and soothingly. “You’ll see what you want to be, deep in them. You’ll learn just by staring, just how to empty your mind the right amount to turn yourself into the dog you want to be, the dog you know you are.”  \n  \nHe… didn’t know he wanted to be a dog, but it was a fun idea…  \nThose eyes…  \nSocks was right up close to Baxter now. Their paws draped over Baxter’s shoulders, their snout pressing to Baxter’s mask. Socks’ breaths were slow and even, and their head was perfectly still, totally quiet, and unblinking. Their blue eyes shone through the darkness of the pup mask’s eyeholes, piercingly icy.\u0026nbsp;  \nBaxter just stared back into them, unsure, nervous, but feeling a familiar dazed fixation starting to settle over him. He felt like he could still look away. But staring felt familiar, and easy.   \nSocks’ paws pressed into his shoulders and pulled him closer. His head dipped forward, his snout down-turning.  \nHe heard something in his earbuds - he’d forgotten he was even wearing them. A slow, soothing stream of music.  \n“Just listen, and relax, and stare into Socks’ eyes.” Handler said.   \n“See how empty their mind is? How clear their eyes are when there isn’t a single thought behind them? You want to be there too. You will be there too. It might take some time. But there’s no need to rush. You can just allow yourself to take in Socks’ eyes, and learn every lesson you need to learn in them.”  \nBaxter murmured softly. Socks’ eyes _were_ pretty, sparkly, shiny, and he could feel his thoughts draining away, wondering if his own eyes would look just as shiny when his mind was gone, when he could finally be a doggy just like Socks was…  \n“Why don’t we try that command again,” Handler said, a dark-chocolate sneer in his voice.  \n“Try what…?” Baxter asked, his voice sounding like it came from the next hotel room over.  \n“Speak.”  \n  \n  \n  \n**\\***  \n**_Click-CLICK_**  \n**_\\*_**\n  \n\n“Sleep, down, deep, down, giving in to gravity and taking all that pressure off of your mind…”  \nBaxter felt his nerves float away as his head drooped down.   \n“Ohhh, that’s _wonderful_~” he heard his hypnotist coo. “No conditioning needed, you just sink right back into trance with one simple click of the clicker…”  \n“Uh-huh.” Baxter grunted, his chin almost at his chest, his shoulders slumped low.  \n“That’s exciting, isn’t it.”  \n“Yeah…” Baxter sighed.  \n“And back up up up for me please, taking as long as you need, big stretch…”  \n  \nBaxter let out an almighty yawn-roar as he rolled his shoulders back and slumped down.  \nHe looked at the red panda sitting across from him on the bed. Leem was grinning ear-to-ear, the way they usually did when they brought someone out of trance.\u0026nbsp;  \n“Hi~” they said.   \n“H…hi.” Baxter couldn’t stop himself from giggling. “Yeah, that… that hits hard.”\n  \n\n“Well, since you’re already clicker-trained, the rest should be a snap.” the panda scooched off of the creaky bed, heading to a nearby closet. Baxter watched with interest, wondering if he was about to get dropped by some other hypnotic accessory.  \nWhen Leem returned, they were holding a neoprene pup hood - a shiny black one with heliotrope ears and snout.  \n  \n“Oh, uh, no, I couldn’t,” Baxter said nervously. “Purple’s more your colour than mine,”\u0026nbsp;  \n“Nah, don’t worry about that.” Leem said as they approached. “This is one I save for guests. And it’s clean, don’t worry.”  \nThat was going to be Baxter’s next excuse - all the guards he’d put up to deny himself the chance to see what it was like…  \n  \n“Just try it on. See how it feels.”  \n“All right…”  \nBaxter took it, staring into the cavern of the neckhole, with two little bits of light coming through the eyeholes. He took a breath(though not quite sure why) and pulled it over his head.  \nThe snugness was expected. It made for a very tight hug around the tiger’s head, folding his ears in against his body and making him hear the rush of blood, faint but noticeable.   \nHe was more conscious of his breathing, too. The neoprene’s chemical fug was noticeable.   \nLeem had an expectant look on their face, their grin widening.   \nTheir blue eyes were piercing into Baxter’s in their usual shiver-inducing way.  \n“So?”  \nBaxter didn’t need much soul searching. He knew straight away how he felt.  \n“Yeah… yeah, I like it,” he said, the words jostled out of his mouth by a nervous titter.  \n“Good doggy~!”  \nThat made Baxter squirm.\n  \n\n“I know someone who’s _way_ better at dog training than me. He’s the one who actually picked out my puppy name.”  \n“Socks?”  \n“Yeah… he’s really good at figuring out the right name for his dogs. Like, it’s scary how good he is. I’ll introduce you!”  \n_Scary._ Why did that word only make this guy seem even more enticing?   \nHe was already on a roll.  \n“I’d love that,” Baxter said, nervously. “But, uh…”  \n“Hm?”  \n“Can you… use the clicker again?”  \nLeem grinned. They lifted the little device into Baxter’s eyeline, letting it move back and forth, ensuring he could see their thumb resting on the little lever.  \n“Maybe in a little bit,” Leem said, removing it from Baxter’s sight.  \n“Awww, well fi-”  \n  \nBaxter didn’t have time to notice the clicker at his ear before it -\n  \n\n**\\***  \n**_Click-CLICK_**  \n**_\\*_**\n  \n\nAt the sound of the clicker, Tiger barked and went blank.  \nSo did everyone else in the room, with one obvious exception.  \nThe other dogs fell in line and fell down around Tiger -\u0026nbsp; they couldn’t exactly stand on two legs, could they?  \n  \nTiger couldn’t pay attention to Handler, though, as much as he knew he was supposed to.  \nThere were four other dogs here! Even though they didn’t have doggy faces or doggy masks, he knew they were doggies like him! He wanted to play with them!\n  \n\nThat was amazing! He was so happy!!!!  \n  \nTiger barked and bounced with delight, rolling onto his paws and batting and jostling with his friends. They all said hello to each other the only way they knew how - licking faces, sniffing all over their heads, and clambering over each other with their front paws with wide open mouths.   \nTiger was over the moon!  \nHe had so many friends to play with!!! He needed to play with all of them! He needed to leap and jump and growl and bounce and -\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n_Click-CLICK_\n  \n\nAnother reminder. Tiger went blank and still and sat up straight, instantly at attention. The other four dogs did the same - sitting and looking up at Handler with docile, quiet stares.  \nThe excitement sublimated into fixation. The stock-still dog was now focused on the only important thing in the room.   \nHis Handler.  \nHis Master.  \nHandler sat back, raising one of those soft feet. Tiger felt his paws twitch, felt instinct pull his snout forward, his instinctual desire to worship his Master’s body and go ablaze with endless pleasure… but he stood his ground. Some of the others were starting to shift, one of them about to lunge for Master’s paw -\u0026nbsp;\n  \n\n“Wait.”   \nTiger was expecting that command. He understood the pattern of commands - one followed the other. He didn’t need to be told to wait. But hearing Handler’s voice was wonderful.  \n“Wait.”  \nHe heard a little whimper from one of the other dogs. He was quietly proud that he no longer whimpered when told to wait. He was the best-trained dog. He’d show them all.  \n“Tiger, come.”  \nHe bounded forward and pushed his face right into the sole, practically headbutting it.  \n“Wait.”  \nThe toes rested on his snout. So tantalisingly close again. He huffed, keeping his desire to lick at bay. He was so close. He started to drool through his tightly-closed mouth.  \nBut he remained still.  \nThe two big toes splayed and squeezed the tip of his snout. The desire was burning him up. His tongue was dying for a taste.  \nBut he remained still.  \nThe toeclaws slid down to trace his lips.  \nSo achingly close.\u0026nbsp;  \nBut he remained still.  \n“Good boy. Lick.”  \nTiger resisted the urge to moan and whine, even though the sensation of obedience was pure heaven. Obeying Handler was even more pleasurable than the texture of his feet, pushing against his face and lifting him back onto his hind legs with possessive pressure. He squirmed in the air, having some difficulty staying upright. He was steadied by the other dogs squishing in behind him, whining and barking for their turn.  \n  \n  \n“Quiet,” Handler said sharply, and the others quieted down obediently, even though they kept fidgeting in place.  \nTiger was unperturbed. He was focused on his Master. On obeying him unquestioningly.   \nHe bathed Handler’s feet with dog-kisses, showing the other dogs just how it was done. How to be rewarded. How good the reward of obedience felt.  \nGood dogs had to lead by example.\u0026nbsp;  \nAnd he was a very, _very_ good dog.\u0026nbsp;"}