Chapter 5
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.
I can’t breathe as he clips it to the ring in front of my throat. He lets out an odd breath and spreads his hand around my neck over the collar. “The weight will be good for you, Little pet. It will remind you who you belong to.”
I shudder. I don’t want to be owned by anyone. It’s not something I ever imagined.
He strokes my neck and runs his finger under the edge of the collar before settling the chain between my naked breasts.
“Yes. I like this. You’ll wear it most of the time.
Sometimes I will use the leash to keep you close, but when I’m not, it will drag between your hands and knees when you crawl.
It will remind you to stay on all fours and keep your head lowered. ”
I whimper. There’s something about his words…
No. It’s his tone. His words are all wrong.
I should be shouting at him, fighting against him.
But his tone lulls me. It makes me feel cherished.
He’s telling me that I’m important to him.
He doesn’t understand yet that humans are not pets. He thinks he’s doing the right thing.
The leash rests heavy down my torso, and when he gives it a slight tug, my breath hitches.
He smiles. “You like that, don’t you, Little pet?”
I shake my head, too nervous to speak.
He holds my gaze as he lifts the end of the chain and dangles it above my chest, letting it graze over one of my nipples.
His smile grows. “Yes, my Little pet. You are going to enjoy the leash very much. It will make you feel safe. It will make you feel owned. Soon, you will learn that being owned by me is the best thing that’s ever happened to you.
You might fight me on this, but eventually, you will get used to the leash and feel lost without it. I will train you to crave it.”
I start trembling. I suspect he might be right. He probably can train me to crave just about anything. I never would have thought so, but that was before he pleasured me with his finger inside my bottom. The memory makes my face heat.
Daddy moves the leash over to my other breast and lets the last link tap the bud. “Precious. Your little nipples are so pretty. I love it when they get hard.” He draws in a breath. “Your pussy weeps at the same time. You crave my touch. You can’t stop thinking about the pleasure I gave you.”
He’s not asking questions. He’s telling me facts.
“Are you warm enough in my arms, Little pet?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I’m almost too warm when he’s teasing me like this.
“If you take your bottle like a good girl, I’ll let you have a blanket in your kennel.”
“I’ll be good, Daddy.” I hope I don’t hate the formula. It sounds like I’ll be living off it for a while. And that’s probably good. I don’t have any idea what they eat on this planet. What if I don’t like the food?
Daddy shifts the leash to his other hand, the one wrapped around me. He settles the cool metal against my inner thigh.
I arch and moan. How am I aroused by the simple act of the chain touching me?
“Bend your knees, Little pet. I want your legs open wider so your pussy feels vulnerable.”
I whimper as I do as I’m told.
“That’s a good girl. I know you can obey Daddy. You’ve proven you’re an intelligent being, which means you can be trained.” He bends forward and kisses my forehead.
Trained…
I shiver inside. I don’t want to be trained.
But I do want to obey him. I want him to look at me like he is now and speak to me in soothing tones.
His voice is like a caress. Oddly, it matches the stroke of his fingers.
When he speaks, I think about his finger inside my bottom and the one he touched my pussy with. That makes no sense, and yet it’s true.
Daddy picks up the bottle and holds the nipple to my mouth. “Open, Little pet.”
I part my lips for him and take the nipple.
“Good girl. Suckle for me.” He’s so genuinely enthralled, staring at me like I’m all the suns, moons, and planets. He’s absently dragging the leash along my inner thigh. I doubt it’s an accident. Somehow, he knows I’m growing more aroused by the minute.
I hold his gaze and suck. The taste is more than pleasant. I really like it. I swallow and suck again. I’m relieved it’s not disgusting.
“Such a good girl,” he praises.
I moan around the nipple, confused by my body’s reaction to him.
Why is my pussy so wet and needy? Swollen and throbbing.
How can that be while I’m being kept against my will?
Collared and leashed. Diapered with the promise of a blanket in my kennel.
I don’t understand, but I think it has something to do with the injection they gave me before he picked me up.
The doctor mentioned it’s Daddy’s essence, whatever that means.
It’s making me crave his attention. It’s making him smell so good that I want to bury my nose in him.
I’ve felt this way from the moment he picked me up.
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.