Chapter 7
SEVEN
“Come on, Little pet, it’s time to wake up.” Daddy’s gentle voice fills my head. “Wake up for me. We have several things we need to talk about and do.”
I moan. “No.”
He chuckles. “Come on. I know you want to sleep more, but if you don’t wake up, you aren’t going to sleep tonight. We have a lot to do today.”
I crack my eyes open to see Daddy on the other side of the kennel door, a smile on his face.
“Are you cold?” Daddy asks as he looks at me.
I’m curled up in a ball, the blanket tightly wrapped around me.
“Yes,” I mumble.
A look of concern washes over his face. “Still?”
I nod to the best of my ability. I didn’t get amazing sleep because of how cold I was. No matter how tightly I wrapped the blanket around me, I couldn’t seem to keep the warmth in. Am I dying?
“Let’s get you out of there and into my arms to warm up,” he gently says.
I make no move to attempt to get out of the cage. My body feels sluggish and heavy.
“You’re okay,” Daddy whispers as he takes the top of the cage off. “You don’t have to cry.”
I slowly move my hand up to my face and realize that I am, indeed, crying. What is going on with me?
“I know you must be scared, but you’re going to be okay. Daddy is going to take care of everything.” He continues to explain in his calm voice. “I’m going to pick you up right now.”
And I allow him to, along with the blanket. I’m flush against his chest as he holds me close so I can nuzzle my face into his neck, taking several deep breaths.
“I’m going to warm up a bottle to see if drinking something warm helps,” he says as he starts moving around the room. “Have you used your diaper?”
My face flushes at his question.
“No?” Daddy pulls me away slightly before feeling my dry diaper. “Little pet, you should have filled it already. Are you feeling okay? Do we need to call Yamal?”
“I didn’t want to use it,” I mumble and look away from him.
Does he know how embarrassing it is to use a diaper after I’ve been going to the bathroom by myself for so long? It’s humiliating.
“You have to use it,” he reminds me.
“Don’t you have a bathroom I can use? Then you won’t have to worry about taking care of me in that way,” I practically beg.
Anything other than him changing my diaper would be better.
Sure, the sound of him taking care of me is tempting.
I’ve had to take care of myself for so long.
But at the same time, I don’t want this.
For him to clean me up after I use the diaper is not what I want.
To be completely exposed and at his mercy.
No.
“You have two options, and neither one of them is using the same bathroom I do. It is not the right size to be used by a human,” Daddy explains. “Do you want to hear what the options are? I bet you really have to go to the bathroom right now.”
“Please?” I whisper.
Daddy gives me a small smile and runs his hands through my hair. “You can either use the diaper, or you can use a pee pad.”
“A what?” I ask.
“Perfect, you will be using the pee pad today.” A smile blossoms over his face as he walks back into the living room.
Why do I feel dread forming in my body as he sets me on the ground?
“This is a pee pad.” Daddy touches the white material on the ground in front of me.
Wait.
“So let’s take off your diaper, and then you can stay on all fours and go to the bathroom,” Daddy says. Before I can react, Daddy has my diaper off me, leaving me completely naked in front of him.
My eyes go wide as I stare at Daddy.
“I’m not a pet,” I tell him.
Does he not know what a human is?
“Raydn’s girl said that you females were not pets either,” he tells me. “But I like you as my pet.”
“No, you can’t do that,” I say as I press my legs closer together.
The urge to squat and pee is strong right now. I can’t help it. I need to go to the bathroom so badly, but it is going to be humiliating.
I am not a dog.
“I am your owner; I can do whatever I want,” he states. “You belong to me, and I quite like you being my Little pet who I take care of.”
“I am a human being. I am a woman!” I raise my voice and point a finger at him.
“You are those two things, but you are also my pet. Now, squat and go to the bathroom. It’s not good for you to hold in your pee.
If you continue to do it, I am going to have to tell Yamal.
He will put a catheter in so you can pee whenever your bladder fills up.
” Daddy gives me a stern look. “Unless you want that to happen. Have your choice taken away, and leave it up to me and what I want.”
I open and close my mouth, staring at him. How did he get to that conclusion?
“Well?” He tilts his head to the side. “What do you want me to do? Do you want me to call Yamal, or do you want to be a good girl and squat?”
“You don’t need to call him!” I wave my hands in the air. “I can do it myself,” I mumble.
I don’t need Yamal coming here and touching my body again. To feel violated once again. No.
“Though he may have to come over again. You are shaking. You should not be this cold. Are you sure you are feeling okay?” Daddy asks.
I look down at my body and realize that I am shaking. Whenever I’m around Daddy, I seem to forget everything else going on around me, even what’s happening to my own body.
Why does he have this effect on me? Why do I feel so attracted to him and want to be around him all the time?
“Are you cold?” Daddy asks as he reaches toward me.
One touch from him and I release my bladder. Mortification fills me as I look down at the pee pad and up at Daddy. How humiliating.
Daddy chuckles as he runs his hands through my hair. “Such a good Little pet for going to the bathroom.”
I suck in a breath and keep my head low, not wanting to face him. If any of the other girls find out that I just went to the bathroom like a dog, they would make fun of me. Hopefully, they will never find out, so I don’t have to go through that.
“You are cold, though,” he mumbles to himself. “I don’t like this. Let’s get you cleaned up real quick and a fresh diaper on you. Then I’ll get you a warm bottle.”
Before I can comprehend what he said, I feel a soft stroke as he cleans my private parts with a wipe as I stand on all fours.
“Wait!” I squeak out. “What are you doing?”
“I’m cleaning you. I don’t want you to get an infection when I put the diaper on you or a rash. I want you healthy and taken care of,” he explains. “So be a good girl and stay still while I clean you up and put the diaper on.”
“But,” I whisper.
Daddy grabs hold of me and lays me on the ground, lifting my legs in the air and placing the diaper down.
“C-cold,” I mumble as I wrap my arms around my body.
“I’m going as fast as I can,” Daddy says. “Just give me a couple more seconds.”
He tightens the diaper around my waist before picking me up and holding me close to his chest. I immediately curl into his body, trying to get as close as possible to keep myself warm.
“Daddy is going to strap you to himself with a cloth to keep you close so I can get you a bottle and not worry about dropping you,” he explains. “After I get the bottle, we’ll sit on the couch and snuggle a blanket around us.”
That’s all I want right now. I want to be warm. I’ll do anything to be able to feel the warmth I once felt on the space station. Even there, I was a little chilly, but nothing compared to how I feel on Venkoria.
“Is this e-ever going to g-get better?” I stutter as he straps me to him.
“Yamal is going to figure out why you are so cold. Once he does, we are going to follow every step he gives us,” Daddy replies. “But you are not going to stay like this forever. I will make sure you stay warm, even if I have to wear fewer clothes and be hot.”
“You are hot?” I tilt my head up and look at him.
Daddy is currently warming up my bottle, and I don’t have much in me to protest. I need to conserve my energy until I get warm enough. Then I can protest all I want. But all I want to do right now is fall asleep.
“We Venkorians tend to run hotter than you humans do. I have turned up the heat in the apartment to help, but it doesn’t seem to have worked.” He whispers the last part to himself. “After the bottle is ready, I’m going to turn it up a little more.”
I didn’t even notice that he turned up the heat. I thought it had actually gotten colder since I first got here.
“All done,” he declares as he starts walking into the living room.
He stops at the wall and presses something several times before walking over to the couch and sitting down. He unravels the cloth and turns my body so I’m lying on my back, my head in the crook of his arm. He places a blanket over my body and picks up the bottle.
“This is the same as before, so I don’t want to see you not drinking it.
You liked it earlier, and you are going to enjoy it now.
” Daddy gives me a pointed look. “Yamal is going to come over soon, so I want you to drink. If you need to go to the bathroom, don’t hold it in, or I will tell him, and he will put a catheter in. ”
I nod and sigh.
“Such a good Little pet,” he purrs and teases my lips with the nipple.
I open and start suckling right away, letting the delicious flavor fill my mouth.
“Once we figure out why you are cold, I will give you pleasure,” Daddy says, and my eyes go wide.