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)
Soon, the bottle is empty. Daddy sets it aside and replaces the nipple with another. I whimper as I suckle this new one. Nothing comes out of it. It’s flat against my face.
Suddenly, I recall what it is. A pacifier. Something humans gave babies to help them relax. It shouldn’t work on me. I’m an adult. But it does. Either it’s the sucking or the fact that Daddy is so obviously pleased with me.
“You need to rest now, Little pet.” He stands, but immediately lowers me to the floor, setting me on my bottom. He picks up the leash and points to the floor at his side. “Heel, Little pet. Hands and knees.”
I’m so heavy. Tired and suffering from the effects of heightened gravity. It takes effort to turn onto my hands and knees. When I do, the weight of the leash pulls on my neck, reminding me every second of the collar.
Daddy gives a slight tug. “Come, Little pet.” He makes an odd hand motion, bringing his flat palm up toward his chest.
I crawl alongside him, just a short pace back. I’m oddly calm. Maybe because my tummy is full. It can’t be because of the leash. That should be making me scream.
Daddy guides me out of the main room and down the hallway. I don’t look around. I’m too tired. My head is heavy. It’s still a struggle to hold it up. We enter a darker room. The windows are covered. The tones are all browns and navies. There is an enormous bed coming out from the middle of one wall. I realize this is his bedroom.
He leads me to one side, and I wince when I see the kennel for the first time. I don’t want to be caged, but as I take it in, I decide it’s more like a crib. It has a mattress on the bottom. It will be soft. It’s not like the cage I was in earlier. The sides are made of slats like a crib, and it’s big enough for me to curl up in. I won’t be able to stretch out, but that’s okay. The part that makes it not a crib is that there is a top, also. It’s slatted like the sides. I suspect I’ll be able to sit up, but I will be trapped.
When I hesitate, fear taking over, Daddy gives the leash a sharp tug. “Kennel, Little pet. Don’t make Daddy have to discipline you.”
I force myself to crawl into the enclosure, choosing to think of it as a crib. I shouldn’t want to be put in a crib either, but it’s easier to swallow than the thought of a kennel.
Daddy leaves the leash on me, setting it inside with me before he turns and grabs something from the bed. I’m relieved to see it’s a soft blanket. “Curl up, Little pet. I’ll cover you.”
His voice is soothing again. I want to obey him. And I do. I lie on my side and bring my knees close to my chest. I relax further when Daddy covers me with the softest blanket I’ve ever felt. I’m warm and comfortable. The pacifier is lulling me to sleep.
Daddy rubs my cheek. “I agree with Yamal. I don’t want you touching yourself without permission. Your pleasure is mine to dole out when I decide you’ve earned it.” He points to a faint green light in the corner of my crib. “That’s a camera, Little pet. I’ll be able to keep an eye on you no matter where I am. If I catch you fondling your tits or your pussy, I will spank them. You won’t like it.” His voice is firm.
I nod. I don’t think he needs to order me not to touch myself like that. I’ve never done it. Why would I start now? But I know the answer even before I finish thinking the question. Nothing about my life is the same now. I feel things I’ve never felt before. Warm. Safe. Cherished. Horny. Loved?
I’m familiar with that word, but it’s never had meaning for me. Could I love my owner?
Daddy closes the door to the kennel and locks it. “Sleep well, Little pet.” He rises to his full height, looming over me like a giant for long seconds.
I close my eyes and fall asleep before he leaves the room.
SIX
I’m groggy as I wake and push to sitting. My hair is a tangled mess around me. I need a comb. I need some bands so I can braid it.
I need to not be locked in a kennel.
I realize I’m still sucking the pacifier, and I yank it out and set it on the mattress. Luckily, I can sit upright in here, but I don’t have enough room to move around, and I’m trapped.
Pulling the blanket around me to cover my nudity, I start to panic. Seconds later, the door to the room opens, and Julan hurries into the room.