Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“Yes…” I breathe out. “Please…”
He grins wider. “I like this new information. You’ll be a good girl for me, won’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy. I’ll be good.” I’ll do anything if he’ll just let me feel that pleasure again.
He releases my folds and lets the hood cover my clit again. “First, you’ll be good, and then I’ll reward you, Little pet.”
I whine, desperation making me shake.
Daddy chuckles as he wraps his hand around my ankles and lifts my butt off the table. He slides something under me.
When I realize what he’s doing, I squirm. “No, please. Daddy, no. I don’t want to wear a diaper. Humans don’t wear diapers. We use a toilet.”
“Do humans have a problem with short-term memory?”
I frown at him.
He laughs. “I just told you I would not let you orgasm if you were naughty, and you’ve started arguing with me less than a minute later. Did you forget? Maybe you’re not as intelligent as you want me to believe.” He’s teasing me. Isn’t he?
I humph. “Please, Daddy,” I beg.
He pushes my thighs wide and pulls the front of the diaper between my legs. After fastening it, he sets his hands on either side of my hips and meets my gaze. “Listen to me closely, Little pet. Venkorians have no knowledge of humans. You and the other small human are the first to have been brought to our planet. When I purchased you, it was with the assumption that you would be my pet. I’m not prepared for any other scenario at this time. We will get to know each other. As I learn more about your species, perhaps I will consent to making some changes. Until then, you will obey me. I will train you on how I intend for you to behave. When you’re a good girl, I will consider rewarding you. When you’re naughty, I will punish you. Arguing with me will only make your life more difficult. Do you understand?”
I whimper. “Yes, Daddy.” I hope he’s going to release my hands soon.
“You will wear a diaper at all times. I don’t want to hear another word about it. If you fill it often without needing to be reminded, I will give you the pleasure you crave. If you hold your peepee in, I will open the diaper and spank your pussy. Understood?”
I shudder. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Now, let’s get a bottle in you.” He finally unfastens my wrists.
My arms ache from being stretched above my head, and I wince as I lower them.
Daddy frowns and rubs the muscles. “You’re more fragile than I expected. I’ll take care to keep you safe. Do you normally always walk on two legs like me?”
“Yes, Daddy. Always.”
“And you can hold your head up without a problem?”
I want to roll my eyes, but I refrain. “Yes, Daddy.”
“For the time being, you will not walk, understood? I don’t want to risk you falling. I’ll reconsider this rule at another time. Do not ask me to let you walk. Do not stand without permission.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I think I can live with that rule. I don’t believe I have the strength to stand anyway. It’s obvious gravity is stronger on Venkoria than I’m used to. My only experience with gravity was the controlled environment of the space station.
“You will be leashed and stay by my side when you’re not in your kennel.”
I wince.
He lifts a brow, still massaging my arms.
I sigh. “Yes, Daddy.”
He lowers my arms and tucks his hands under me, scooping me up off the table. I glance back at it. The doctor brought this table when he arrived. He didn’t take it with him. “Yamal doesn’t need his table?”
“He lives in the building. He’ll get it later, or perhaps leave it here for a while. He’ll want to keep close tabs on your health. He’ll be visiting often.”
I purse my lips at that announcement. Goody.
My body is heavy. I’m hungry and tired. I have no fight left in me.
FIVE
When I’m cradled in Daddy’s arms, I’m beginning to understand why he sees himself as my Daddy. He’s planning to take care of me in ways I don’t need. Hopefully, he will learn quickly that all of this is overkill. I don’t know how long I can tolerate taking a bottle or using a diaper. I haven’t done either since I was a baby.
The thought of being in a kennel makes me hyperventilate. I thought I might vomit while I was in that cage. Is he planning to put me in something like that often?
He adds powder to a bottle before shaking it while carrying me to the largest chair I’ve ever seen. It’s soft and plush. I bet it’s comfortable.
Daddy sets the bottle on a table next to the armchair and leans over to open a drawer. The next thing I know, he’s holding up a metal chain. The links are large, and it looks really heavy.