Chapter 12 #2
Daddy cups the top of my head. “It’s just your formula, Little pet. It’s going to fill up your tummy.”
My heart should be racing. I’m furious with him for doing this to me. It’s cruel. He’s scaring me on purpose.
He’s punishing me for my behavior this morning. I refused to pee and eat, so he’s forcing me. Devious.
“She can feel everything, right?” Daddy asks the doctor.
“Yes. She has full sensation. The drug is just a muscle relaxant. It prevents her from being able to control her body, but it doesn’t take away sensation.”
“So I can make her orgasm…”
“Of course.”
Daddy holds my gaze, smiling. He’s evil. I can barely blink on my own, let alone argue with him. Drool is running out of my mouth, which he brings to my attention by wiping it with a soft cloth.
Yamal holds up some strange disks I don’t recognize. “I’ll attach a few electrodes to her. We can monitor her heart rate. If you want to edge her, I’ll let you know when to pull back. Have you used the vibrator on her since the first day?”
“No. I’ve been stretching out her cunt with my tongue.
She doesn’t need any outside stimulation to reach orgasm.
I’ll hold on to that vibrator for a day when she’s incredibly naughty.
I’ll use it to make her come so many times she can’t count them.
I’d rather do the opposite today. She hasn’t earned an orgasm. I’ll edge her and withhold pleasure.”
Yamal nods in approval.
I stare at Daddy in horror.
My chest rises and falls as the doctor attaches several electrodes to my breasts. A few seconds later, a machine next to me starts beeping. I assume each soft beep is in correspondence with my heartbeat.
When Daddy thumbs my nipple, the beeps grow faster.
Wetness gathers between my legs. It’s so strange how I can feel my pussy creaming, but I can’t move a muscle.
The formula is still draining into my stomach, and another tube still extends from my pee-pee hole.
Daddy switches back and forth, gently grazing my nipples while Yamal watches. At least the doctor doesn’t look smug. His expression is bland, matter-of-fact. All of this is clinical to him. I’m just a patient in need of medical attention.
Holding my gaze, Daddy slides his hand between my spread legs. There’s no way for me to close them. I’m at his mercy as he finds my clit and circles it with his finger.
“I love how wet you get for me, Little pet. I can smell your pheromones. They’re intoxicating. I want to thrust my tongue into your cunt. Would you like that, Little pet?”
I can’t respond. Even if I could, I don’t think it would be wise to answer him. I’m familiar with the word edging. He’s used it before. He’s going to torment me and not let me come.
Daddy slowly drags his finger between my folds, gathering my wetness and using it to lubricate my clit. When the beeps grow too fast, he stops and returns to my entrance. Next, he trails his finger lower until he’s teasing my tight rosette.
“I bet your bottom will be nice and loose for me with that medicine in your system. Let’s see.” He easily presses his finger into my bottom.
The beeping comes faster as my heart rate increases. I hate that it’s so obvious how aroused I get when he touches my bottom. It shouldn’t affect me, but it does.
“My naughty Little pet enjoys having her bottom penetrated,” he says, easing his finger in and out, reaching deeper each time. “Someday, you’ll be able to take my cock into your tight hole. It will feel so good, you’ll wake the whole building with your screams.”
I think my face heats with embarrassment. Am I at least capable of that sort of physiological response?
Daddy pulls his finger out, cleans it with a disinfecting wipe, and then resumes tormenting my clit. He doesn’t use enough pressure or linger long enough for me to get off. He’s so in tune with me that he knows exactly what I need, and he’s not going to give it to me.
Yamal squeezes the bag of formula above my head.
“We can take the tube out now. The effects of the muscle relaxant will slowly ease off in the next few hours. Keep an eye on her as she regains movement. She’ll be able to suck a bottle on her own by her next feeding.
If you have any concerns, bring her back or call me. ”
“Okay. Thank you.”
Yamal removes the leads from my chest next. “I can take the catheter out or leave it in. Either way, she won’t have control over her bladder for a few hours. She’ll wet herself without any assistance.”
“I think you can take it out. I doubt she’ll be as rebellious in a few hours.”
“You can take a second catheter kit in case you need it later. And I’ll give you a bottle of pills so you can also immobilize her again, if necessary.”
“Thanks.”
I stare at the ceiling as Yamal removes the stupid tube from my pee-pee hole. Daddy takes over from there, carefully rubbing ointment into every inch of my skin, making sure I stay aroused the entire time.
When the doctor pulls the stupid tube out of my nose, I cough several times. At least my body is able to come up with one reasonable reaction. I would curse both of them out if I had my voice, but something tells me that will never happen.
Daddy has made his point. If I choose to sulk and defy him, he will calmly subdue me with drugs. It’s underhanded and infuriating, but it’s also going to work. I don’t want to be immobilized like this ever again.
It takes Daddy a few minutes to put my jammies on since I can’t lift a single limb to help him. Finally, he snaps the secure leash to my neck before adding the other end to his wrist. He gently scoops me into his arms and thanks Yamal one more time.
I’m still paralyzed when we return to his office, and I’m relieved when he releases my leash and carefully settles me into the kennel. At least he won’t be annoying me while I regain my mobility. I wonder how long that will take.