Chapter 10
TEN
A week later…
Today is the day.
Daddy has ordered clothes for me, and they’re coming today. He relented because I’m always so cold. I shiver when he’s not holding me, especially when I’m naked or wearing nothing but a diaper.
In order to keep me from trembling all the time, Daddy turned up the heat in the apartment and started wearing fewer clothes himself. But he says that’s not sustainable long-term. He can’t be half-clothed when people come over.
I’m not sure how often people used to come to his apartment before he bought me, but the only people who have come since I arrived were Lasim on the first day and Yamal three times.
I’m not fond of being poked and prodded by the doctor, but Daddy says it’s necessary.
He’s concerned about my health. Obsessed about it.
He’s equally worried about my safety, which is why I’m still not permitted to stand, and I suspect he would spank my bottom until it was bleeding if I ever climbed onto the furniture.
I wasn’t pleased when two more kennels arrived one day. Daddy keeps one in the living room and the other next to his desk in his home office. He works in there a lot, and I’m expected to be very quiet when he’s working.
There’s another reason why Daddy has had clothes specially made for me. He’s planning to start taking me to his real office this afternoon. It’s in this same building on a higher floor, and I have anxiety about leaving this apartment. I don’t want people staring at me.
I certainly don’t want anyone to see me naked, so I’m grateful for the clothing that’s coming. Part of the reason he’s going to let me wear clothes out of the house is to keep me from shivering, but I suspect he does not want to share my naked body with others, and I’m glad of that.
When a knock sounds at the door, I get excited.
I’m in the kitchen on my hands and knees at Daddy’s side because most of the time I follow him around the house like I assume puppies used to on Earth.
He insists on keeping me next to him. I’m so trained at heeling that I automatically rise onto my hands and knees as soon as he stands from any seat.
“Kennel,” Daddy orders as we move out of the kitchen.
I’m not surprised. Daddy always kennels me when someone comes to the door, even if he knows who he’s expecting. He doesn’t like me to be loose in the house when he opens the door.
I trot over and into my cage, curling up under my blanket while he locks the kennel door.
“Pacifier, Little pet.”
I pop it into my mouth. This is his way of telling me I’m not to speak to whoever is at the door. I’m no longer as upset by the kennel, especially this one in the living room. I know it’s for my protection. I feel safer inside it, and warmer because I can cover my body with the soft blankets.
A man I do not know comes in. He’s wearing khaki. He has a large package with him, and he looks around the room. He spots my kennel, but he can’t see much with me curled up under the cover. Daddy takes the package, thanks him, and shows him out. The entire exchange is quick.
Daddy sets the package on the table in the middle of the room before letting me out of the kennel.
I’m surprised by the size of it. How many clothes did he get me? I’m excited, too. I can’t wait to see what he has had made. Whatever’s in there, he made the request himself. He took my measurements one day and then ordered these things to be made.
“Come, Little pet. Let’s get some clothes on you.” He’s smiling as I follow him toward the box. It’s above my head, so even when he opens it, I can’t see inside.
“Sit.”
I obey like the good pet he’s turning me into. I don’t even remove my pacifier because he hasn’t given me permission to. He’ll take it out when he wants me to have my voice back.
Daddy rustles around in the box before finally pulling out a garment.
My eyes are wide as he holds it up. It’s two pieces of soft pink material. It looks like the kind of footed pajamas humans put on babies. The next thing I notice is that there’s something printed on the material.
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.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“You’ll take naps between feedings. When I change you, I will put medicine in your bottom to help you rest.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I murmur. I don’t like it when he makes me sleep, but I won’t argue.
“There will be some additions to our arrangement when we arrive. You’ll accept the changes without complaint.”
I don’t know what he’s referring to, but I nod. “Yes, Daddy.”
He leans forward. “You’ve been a very good girl all week. I’ve been pleased with how quickly I was able to train you to behave. I know this new life is frustrating to you, and I’m proud of how well you’ve managed to learn to control your outbursts. Keep that up so you can earn more privileges.”
I smile. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Why does Daddy have so many rules, Little pet?”
“To keep me safe.”
He stands and kisses my forehead. “Let’s get going.”