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)
Daddy squats in front of me and holds the shirt closer. “Did I get it right?” He pops my pacifier out.
I lean closer and then start giggling. “Puppies?”
He beams. “You described them to me. But I also looked them up in your human database. I guess I came pretty close.”
“I’ve never even seen a puppy myself,” I remind him. I’ve only seen pictures and read about them.
“But you said they were pets that humans kept in kennels.”
“They were.” I refrain from rolling my eyes.
“Arms up,” Daddy commands.
I lift my hands above my head and let him pull the material over my body. The shirt has snaps down the front, but he didn’t open them.
“Good girl. Now lie back so I can put the bottoms on you.”
I roll onto my back and lift so he can pull them up my legs. When he gets to my upper thighs, I use my feet to raise my hips. Daddy pulls them the rest of the way up and proceeds to snap the shirt into the bottoms all the way around.
He stares at me with narrowed eyes, rubbing his chin.
I must look like an adult-sized human baby lying on the floor in these silly jammies, but I don’t say a word. I’m grateful he ordered me clothes. There is no way I will complain about being covered.
He sighs. “I like it better when you’re naked. I’m not a fan of covering up your pink nipples. How will I know when they’re hard and needy?” he teases.
I giggle again. “You’ll scent it on me, silly Daddy.”
“Oh right…” he exaggerates before tickling me.
I flail my arms and legs around, laughing until tears come to my eyes. Finally, he scoops me off the floor to cradle me in his arms. He kisses my face all over. “As much as I enjoy watching your pebbled little titties bounce, I’m not interested in sharing them with other people. I don’t want other men staring at you. You’re my Little pet. From now on, your nudity will be reserved for me and the doctor. I’ll still keep you naked in the house most of the time, but not when we go to my office or anywhere else.”
I snuggle into him. I like this idea. I’ve gotten used to being naked in front of him. I like the way he looks at me and how I affect him. I can scent his arousal the same as he does mine. I can also easily see the bulge in the front of his pants.
Daddy carries me to the kitchen, where he sets me in the new chair that arrived yesterday. It’s basically an adult-sized highchair. I’ve seen them in books. He straps me in securely with restraints that come over my shoulders, around my waist, and between my legs. He cinches it all tight before putting a tray in front of me and handing me some crayons and a coloring book.
“Make me a picture while I fix lunch. Afterward, we’re going to my office.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I’m grateful for the toys he’s started gifting me. They occupy my mind. I’m not used to being idle. I’ve worked hard my entire life. Everyone had jobs on the space station. It required lots of hands to keep everything up and running. As kids, we learned fast to help out. As adults, it was all hands on deck for years.
The food Daddy cooks doesn’t smell or look like anything I’ve ever eaten, and I don’t dare ask if I can try any of it. I did that once on the second day and ended up with a scolding. Decisions about my food are made by Daddy with no input from me. He hasn’t even let me have whatever food the doctor left for me yet because of my behavior that day.
I’ve learned fast not to question my Daddy. A week ago, I cringed at the idea of being fed kibble in a bowl like a dog. Now, I’d give just about anything to have some. Lesson learned.
While Daddy eats, I color. When he’s done, he sits back to watch me finish. “Lots of new rules today, Little pet. I need you to obey them while we’re in the office.”
“I’ll be good, Daddy.”
“I know you’ll do your best. Let’s go over them again.”
“Okay.” He’s told me already several times, but he has a tendency to think I can’t recall things. I set my crayons down and give him my attention.
“No talking. You’ll keep your pacifier in as a reminder unless you’re feeding. The only exception will be if I ask you a question directly. You will not respond to anyone else. You obey me, no one else. You’re my pet, not theirs.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“You’ll be in your kennel next to my desk while I work. I’ll put some things in there to entertain you, but I expect you to remain quiet. No whining.”