Chapter 16
SIXTEEN
Daddy is so careful with me in the tub, and he lets me play while he works on getting the blood stains out of our clothes. I feel like I matter as I explain to him how to use the peroxide. He’s impressed, and I can’t stop smiling.
When he lifts me out of the tub, he sets me on my feet. For a moment, I can’t figure out what’s wrong with this picture. He kneels in front of me, keeps his hands on my waist, and holds my gaze.
It takes me a second to put weight on my legs and prove to us both that I can stand.
Daddy slowly smiles. “Yeah?”
I look down. I’m standing. I’m good. “Yes, Daddy,” I reply softly.
“Are you steady? My heart can’t take you falling and cracking your chin open on the edge of the tub or the floor.”
I reach out and grab the tub just to be sure. “I’m good.”
He slowly releases me and carefully pats me dry. When he’s done, he stands and takes my hand. “Think you can walk?”
I take a tentative step and then another. It’s been less than two weeks since I last walked. It’s not like it’s been forever, but my balance is off from the extra gravity I’m experiencing. Nevertheless, I manage to shuffle all the way to the bedroom.
There’s a package on the bed. I didn’t see it before.
Daddy lifts me to sit next to it and holds it out for me.
It’s a gift. It’s wrapped in pretty paper.
I’ve never had a gift before. We never had luxuries like presents on the space station.
We didn’t acknowledge holidays or birthdays.
We didn’t have the resources for such frivolity.
But I know what gifts are. I’ve seen pictures. I’ve read about them. My hands are shaking as I carefully open the wrapping paper. I’m giddy when I set it aside to open the box.
The breath leaves my lungs as I stare at what I can already tell is a dress.
Daddy holds the box so I can lift the dress out. It’s so pretty. A soft shade of pastel pink with lavender flowers sewn into the hem. The same little flowers make up the straps that will go over my shoulders.
Daddy tosses the box to one side and takes the dress from me. “Arms up, Luna.”
I’m about to cry yet again as he lowers it over my head. It fits perfectly. It falls around me, landing about mid-thigh, which is confirmed when he sets me on my feet on the floor. I lurch forward to hug him. “Thank you, Daddy. I love it. And I love you.”
He wraps his arms around my thighs and picks me up, holding me so we’re eye to eye. “Say that again.”
“I love the dress, Daddy. Thank you.”
He laughs. “Not that part, the other part.”
I blush. I’m not sure either of us was ready for me to say something so important, but it’s out there. I can’t take it back. “I love you, Daddy.”
His grin is huge. “You know what?”
“What?”
“I love you, too, Luna. I didn’t even know what love was until you came into my life. It’s not an emotion we’re used to on Venkoria. But now that I have my own pet human, I’m learning what I’ve been missing out on. Love.” He squeezes me tight.
I squirm in his arms. “You’re going to suffocate me, Daddy.”
He kisses me all over my face, ending with my lips. “Ready for more surprises, Little pet?”
I nod. “Yes, Sir.”
Daddy sets me on my feet and takes my hand.
He lets me walk alongside him to the kitchen before lifting me into my highchair.
While he buckles me in, he says, “Don’t go thinking I’m going to let you walk all the time.
I’m not ready for that level of stress. Baby steps.
But sometimes I’ll let you wear a dress and walk, as long as you promise to hold my hand.
Stay by my side in case you lose your balance.
No running or jumping or giving Daddy a heart attack. ”
“Yes, Daddy.” My heart is soaring. I’m so happy, I think I’m going to burst.
It keeps getting better, too, because Daddy pulls some food out of the fridge and fills a plate that I quickly realize is for me. Small portions of some soft foods I’ve never seen before. I’m not familiar with anything they eat on this planet.
I swing my legs while he fixes a much larger meal for himself. By the time he sits at the table with both plates in front of him, my mouth is watering. I can’t wait to eat real food. The formula is good. The kibble is also okay. But I need variety. Those things are boring.
“Yamal assured me these foods are gentle and shouldn’t cause you to have an allergic reaction. We’ll try them one at a time.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I’m not surprised when he fills a spoon with something white and holds it to my mouth. I lean forward and take the bite. The flavor is unlike anything I’ve tasted before, but it’s good.
“Do you like it?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I nod vigorously.
He gives me another bite. I notice the spoon is smaller than the one he uses. My mouth is smaller than his. The second bite is even better.
Daddy is happy. He keeps smiling as he feeds me all of that food and then makes me rest for a few minutes before starting another one.
This one is orange. It reminds me of carrots, but it doesn’t taste anything like that.
It’s obvious that I’m never going to eat food I was used to on the space station. That’s okay. I’ll adapt.
When the orange food is gone, Daddy makes me wait again and drink some water.
I actually love when he lets me have water.
It’s so pure and refreshing, unlike the water we had on the space station.
Finally he feeds me the last food. It’s green.
I wonder if there is more nutrition in colorful foods here like on Earth.
He keeps a close eye on me at all times and seems relieved when I don’t break out in hives or go into anaphylaxis. He still makes me sit and wait while he cleans up from dinner.
I’m anxious for the next part of our evening. It better include nudity or I’ll lose my mind.
Finally, he lifts me out of the highchair. He even sets me on my feet again. He guides me to the living room and sits before releasing me. “Take a step back, Little pet.”
I’m surprised and leery as I obey him.
He lets his gaze roam up and down my body. “You’re so pretty,” he says softly. “It’s strange seeing you standing, and the dress makes you look very different from your other outfits.”
“I haven’t had pretty clothes in so long, I don’t remember them. Thank you for the dress. I love it.”
Daddy’s smile lights up the room, and he inhales deeply as his gaze lowers to my chest. “Do you know what I love?” His tone is deep and sexy.
I start panting and shake my head.
“I love that your dress doesn’t hide your little nipples. I love that they’re hard for me and that your pussy is weeping.”
Boldly lowering my gaze to his crotch, I say, “I love that when my pussy leaks, the front of your pants bulges.”
“I love the way you moan when I touch you.”
I grin. “I love the way you moan when you touch me.” There is some distance between us. It’s unusual. We’re nearly always touching. Even when I’m in my kennel, Daddy keeps me so close that he can reach through the slats and pet me. When I’m leashed, I’m often butted up against him.
Right now, I’m experiencing more freedom than I have since I arrived. I’m standing on my own. I’m wearing a collar, and I always will be, but I’m not leashed. I’m not following commands.
I’m still close enough that I could leap into Daddy’s arms in a heartbeat. This distance is kind of thrilling, but it’s making me crave his touch.
Daddy rubs his hands together. “I see a benefit to putting clothes on you.”
I cock my head, wondering what he’s going to say next.
“I get to peel them off and reveal your delectable body all over again.”
My smile grows. I like this plan.
“The pucker of your naked nipples makes my mouth water every day, but seeing those hard little points through your dress is making my cock harder than ever.”
My face flushes. I’m so horny that I’m starting to wobble.
Daddy stands and holds out a hand. “Come. I have one more surprise for you.”
Giddy, I take his hand and let him walk me through the apartment and into the bathroom. He releases me in the middle of the room and turns to open the small closet.
My hands fly to my mouth as he pulls out what I immediately recognize as a portable toilet. It’s the kind of thing human toddlers would train on. It’s just my size, and I think I’m going to cry.
Daddy sets it against the wall near the much larger toilet he uses. “What do you think, Little pet?”
I wipe away the tears that have gathered. “Thank you so much, Daddy.”
He squats in front of me and cups my face.
“Baby steps, remember? Don’t give Daddy heart palpitations.
None of this means you get to wear dresses, walk all around the house, eat from a plate, or use the potty every day.
You’re still my pet. I’m still getting used to you being far more intelligent than expected.
And no matter how much time passes, I’ll always be more interested in your health and safety than in appeasing your desire to have independence.
Part of ensuring you stay safe will mean disciplining you when you’re argumentative on that topic.
If you badger me, your bottom will be red and painful on a regular basis.
I will punish you because I love you. Do you understand? ”
I throw my arms around him and hug him as tight as I can, wincing slightly when I bonk my sore nose against his neck. “I love you, too, Daddy.”
After a long embrace, he pushes me back. “Now, let me peel this dress off your sexy body and remove that diaper so you can try out this potty.”
I’m irrationally excited about using a toilet, and I lift my arms so Daddy can undress me.
He stares down at my breasts. “Yes, removing your clothes is a treat.”
I giggle.
He takes my diaper off next and lifts me by the hips to turn and set me on the potty. “Spread your legs wide, Little pet.”
I’m confused as I look down and see why.
“I’m not familiar with how Little pets use a toilet,” he comments.
I wonder if I should point out the odd design.
He lifts a brow. Is he smirking? “What?”
“Well, the toilets on the space station just have an oval seat we sit on. They don’t have these raised parts.
We don’t spread our thighs.” I had to open my legs really wide as he lowered me to accommodate the odd device.
The back of the seat is normal. The oval doesn’t reach all the way around, though.
It’s more like three-quarters of an oval with elevated pieces of plastic sticking up several inches on both sides.
The design means there’s no way for me to easily climb up and sit on my own.
Daddy will have to lift me onto it. Plus, my knees are now obscenely wide, my pussy exposed.
“Yeah, I looked on the database. I know what human toilets look like. That didn’t suit me.” He shrugs.
I’m holding on to his forearms, and I narrow my gaze at him. “Daddy…”
He chuckles. “You’ll never use the potty alone, Little pet. Out of the question. You’re still not permitted to enter the bathroom without me. I will lift you onto the seat, and you will keep your legs wide while you pee.”
I shudder. It’s one thing to pee in front of him. For some reason, it’s far more embarrassing than using a diaper. But it’s another thing entirely to pee while he watches the entire thing with a full view of my peepee hole.
I’m naked. I’m trembling.
He kisses me gently. “This privilege comes with a caveat.”
I try to lean forward, thinking I can sort of hide my body if I can just set my forehead against his chest. But Daddy shakes his head. “Sit up straight, Little pet,” he demands in his stern voice
My nipples pucker irrationally. This situation is the oddest one yet in many ways, but his tone and dominance make me horny.
“That’s my good girl. It feels good to do as you’re told, doesn’t it?”
I lick my lips. “Yes, Daddy.” As usual, there’s no hiding from him. I’m so exposed. My legs are very wide. My boobs are jiggling. My titties are rock hard.
Daddy keeps his hands on my hips, steadying me, holding me down.
I continue to grab onto his arms because I need the support.
He kisses me again, nibbling on my lips. “Submit, Little pet. You will never have privacy from me. You’re mine. Mine to protect in every way. I will not leave you alone in a bathroom.” He slides his huge palms around to rub my back.
I hold his gaze while I try to focus on relaxing my bladder. If I can do it in a diaper, surely I can do it in a potty, even if he is watching.
Daddy is very patient. He continues to stroke my skin.
Eventually, I succumb and release my peepee. It’s so loud landing on the bottom of the potty. It startles me and embarrasses me all over again.
“Such a good girl,” Daddy praises when I’m done. He keeps one hand on me and reaches to grab something with his other hand. A moment later, he’s wiping my folds gently with a wet cloth.
I shudder. I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to this arrangement where he intends to monitor my peeing so closely.
I won’t be begging him to let me use the potty anytime soon.
Diapers are relatively private in comparison.
Maybe that’s why he made this sort of receptacle.
He’s hoping I won’t like it and won’t ask for it.
When he lifts me off, I’m trembling. It’s probably a good thing that he doesn’t set me on my feet. He props me on his hip instead, my naked pussy pressing against his shirt.
“What should we do next?” he teases.