"OK, looks like you're ready for some basic training." She said, observing your rapt focus on the dogboy at her side.
"Charlie! Charlie! Eyes here, boy!" she says in a firm voice. Hearing her say your name caught your attention just enough for you to look in her direction. "You want to play with Dasher here a bit more, boy? Do you? Is that what you want?" Your head feels funny, you feel like something is a little off here, but she's right. That is what you want, and your aching cock twitches briefly in response to her suggestion as you nod vigorously.
"OK, boy. If you can just do a couple of things for me, you and Dasher can go play together. Does that sound good?" You nod again, feeling a strange energy in your lower half - like you want to jump or shake your hips or something to express your joy at that idea! "OK boy. Just pay attention while I give Dasher some instructions and watch what he does. Then, when I tell you to do it, I want you to copy whatever Dasher does. OK, boy? Can you do that? Can you? Can you?"
Inside your head, you find yourself screaming "YES! YES! I CAN DO THAT! I CAN DO THAT!" but strangely, you struggle to make much more than a strained whimpering noise. You're nodding furiously again though, as you find yourself wiggling your hips from side to side in response to your enthusiasm.
"Good boy! I knew you'd be a quick learner!" She said, before returning her gaze down to Dasher again. "Dasher!" She said, a touch unnecessarily. The boy-dog hybrid at her feet hadn't shifted his adoring gaze from her mouth once since she'd first called him over, and he'd visibly perked up and shifted to attention the moment she looked back down at him. "Sit."
It wasn't a question, or even a command. It was simply a statement. Dasher would sit. There was no question about it. Nothing else was possible. The voice in which she gave the command was steady and firm; not any louder or deeper than her normal talking voice, but with an authoritative edge to it that left no room for debate, argument or resistance. And immediately - inevitably - Dasher planted his hand-paws on the ground before him between his haunches, and sat.
"Good boy! Now, Stay." She said. Again, in that tone of voice that, while soft and smooth, had a firm edge to it that offered no room for quarrel or refusal. Dasher would not move. No force on Earth could move him from his current position. Of that, you were sure.
She was looking at you again. Smiling. You wanted to go over to Dasher. Over to her. To nuzzle and play and express the happiness you were feeling in their presence. How grateful you were to be lucky enough to meet them! Her voice snapped your focus back to the present.
"Charlie! Your turn now, boy! Sit."
Sit.
Though she had only said it the once, that tone of voice she used! It was one thing hearing it used on someone else - it was something else entirely to hear it used on yourself!
SIT.
It was like the command was echoing around inside your head, growing and swelling with each reverberation, as it swept aside anything in its path. Consuming your thoughts entirely.
SIT!
With no room left for thinking, you felt your knees bend, tucking your legs in front of yourself, as your hands came down to the floor between them, your buttocks remaining rooted to the floor beneath you. It wasn't perfect, it was more like a sort of very low squat than a true canine sitting posture, and it was already straining your calves and thighs to hold yourself in such an unnatural position, but judging by how her face lit up in response to your movements, it was good enough for her. Which made your heart leap with joy!
"Good boy! I thought you were going to snap out of it for a moment there, always a pain when that happens, but I guess you really are a natural. Now - Stay."
And with that one word, you were rooted to the spot.