Chapter 7
SEVEN
“Suckle,” Daddy encourages me. “You’ll love the flavor.”
We stare at each other for several seconds, me not moving.
“Daddy can be patient.” He chuckles. “I’ve lived for a long time. This is just a little moment. Suckle when you are ready, but it better be soon.”
What if I’m never ready?
“I’m going to take her temperature,” Yamal informs Daddy.
Yamal’s cold hands touch my bottom, pushing my cheeks apart. It’s awkward with how I’m lying with my legs bent.
“You’re going to feel something cold and then some pressure. I don’t want you to fight it.” Yamal pats my calf.
Before I can even fully comprehend his words, I feel a cold liquid getting put on my bottom hole before some pressure as he pushes the probe in me.
“No,” I mumble around the nipple of the bottom.
I don’t like feeling full like this.
“Suckle. It will help soothe you,” Daddy gently says. “Suckle.”
I make eye contact with Daddy and start suckling as Yamal pushes it in further. I can’t put what flavor the drink is, but it’s absolutely delicious, and I find myself suckling faster, harder.
“Slow down.” Daddy pulls the nipple slightly out of my mouth. “I don’t want you to choke or make yourself sick.”
I roll my eyes and continue to suckle, slower this time. A pop to my inner thigh catches me off guard.
“You do not roll your eyes at your owner,” Daddy growls.
I stare at him with wide eyes, not knowing what to do. The probe up my bottom long forgotten.
“Roll your eyes again, and I will turn you over and spank your bottom,” he calmly says.
He really has threatened to spank me several times, but he hasn’t done anything. I know he’s spanked me before, but maybe it was a one-and-done thing, and now he is just threatening it and hoping I will follow his every command.
“Don’t even think about it.” Daddy’s voice is low. “I can see you thinking about it. Make no mistake, Little companion, I will not hesitate to spank you if you warrant it.”
And I believe him, but I also want to push him a little to see if he will actually do as he says. He can only threaten it so many times before I won’t believe that he is going to do it.
“And if you need me to prove it to you, roll your eyes again and I will turn you around before you can blink and start spanking you.” He raises an eyebrow.
I start to suckle again, not replying because I don’t want to get spanked. How many times have I gotten close to getting punished?
Too many times.
“Her temperature is perfect right now, just like the other girl. We want to keep it like this. Make sure she is getting enough fluids and food. I need to take a pee sample. Has she been drinking?” Yamal asks, breaking our eye contact.
I look away and continue to suckle on the bottle.
“She is almost done. Would you mind passing me—” Daddy starts but stops.
Pass him what?
The next suckle is air, and I frown as I cross my eyes to look at the empty bottle. Where did it all go? I wasn’t done with it.
“Here you go.” Daddy pulls the bottle out and replaces it with a… binkie.
Why did he give me this? First, he thinks I’m a pet, and now he thinks I’m a baby?
“Continue to suckle on it and self-soothe,” Daddy encourages me.
I do as he says and find myself calming down even more.
“Good girl,” he praises me and runs his hands through my hair before turning to Yamal. “She has finished her bottle.”
“We’ll give her a couple of minutes to process it all, and then I’ll get a urine sample,” he replies.
I am not going to pee lying down. Is that what they think I am going to do?
“Don’t worry. Yamal is going to put a catheter in. All you have to do is lie there and let him,” Daddy explains as he rubs my tummy.
“Catheter?” I whisper around the binkie, but it comes out all jumbled.
Daddy chuckles and pulls the binkie out of my mouth. “What was that?”
“Catheter?” I ask again. He can’t be telling the truth. “Why can’t I just use a bathroom and pee in a cup?”
“Too many variables. We also don’t have bathrooms for you to use,” Yamal explains. “I would rather it come straight from the source through a sterile tube so nothing can contaminate it.”
I don’t understand why it’s so important for them to get a sample. What are they going to tell?
“We want to make sure you are healthy. And if not, we want to figure out how we can make you better so you don’t have to worry about it.” Daddy continues to rub my belly.
Pressure increases with each movement, and I know I have to go to the bathroom.
“Where’s the bathroom?” I ask, even though I know they said I wasn’t going to use it.
It doesn’t hurt to ask once more to see if they will change their minds and let me.
“You won’t be using the bathroom,” Yamal reminds me. “You are going to feel a little pressure, and then you’ll feel relief. Why don’t you suckle on the binkie so you don’t focus on this?”
Daddy holds the binkie above my mouth, and I just stare at him. They want me distracted so I don’t move around too much. I could kick around and try to get away, but my upper half is cuffed down. They’re so much bigger than me, so could easily overpower my lower half and insert it.
“Open your mouth and be a good girl for Daddy. You are going to lie still while he puts the catheter in, and you aren’t going to fight him.” He gives me a pointed look.
I open my mouth and suckle on the pacifier hard, trying to keep my mind off Yamal looking at my sex and about to take a urine sample from me. Things are getting really real around here.
“Good girl,” he praises me and rubs my stomach.
I flinch as I feel Yamal touch my pussy, and before I know it, I’m feeling slight pressure.
“Please,” I mumble around the binkie. “Please.”
“You’re okay,” he whispers. “Everything is okay. It’ll be done before you know it.”
I don’t know how long passes before the pressure decreases, and I see Yamal out of the corner of my eye.
“This is far brighter yellow than the other girl’s,” Yamal comments.
My face goes red, and I look away, sucking on the pacifier even harder than before.
I didn’t have any time to drink in the morning.
I don’t know how I’ve had to pee so much since the only thing I’ve drunk was what Daddy gave me.
Unless the drink they gave me had some type of substance in it to make me go to the bathroom more than I normally do.
“I will do some tests on this and get back to you about whether she needs supplements or not,” Yamal says. “Have you given her any pleasure?”
I groan and close my eyes. He is not asking that, is he?
“I have. Right after I cleaned her up when I first got her,” Daddy replies like it doesn’t bother him one bit. “She was such a good girl for me that I gave her some pleasure. I was also curious.”
It was the best orgasm I’ve ever gotten. The only pleasure I’ve ever gotten.
Yamal stands right next to me, towering over me. “Have you ever masturbated?”
My eyebrows pull together.
“Touched yourself? Explored to see what it’s like down there and what it feels like?” Yamal asks.
“No,” I mumble around the pacifier.
Yamal hums. “Just like the other girl. You might want to watch her to make sure she doesn’t start touching herself. She might have the temptation if she likes it. Did you like it?”
My face gets even redder as he looks at me. How can they just talk about this like nothing is wrong with this conversation? On the space station, we didn’t talk about this. It was taboo to even think about it, let alone talk about it.
“Answer Yamal’s question,” Daddy tells me.
I look at him before looking back at Yamal. Daddy knows I liked it. Why can’t he just answer for me?
“Did you like it when your owner gave you pleasure?” Yamal asks.
I nod.
“Words, Little companion. You are intelligent and will answer verbally,” Daddy sternly says.
“Far more intelligent than we thought they would be,” Yamal mutters, but I hear it clear as day.
“Yes, I liked it,” I mumble.
I can’t look any of them in the eyes as I say those words. Is it wrong to like what I felt? Are they going to lecture me for feeling everything and wanting, craving more?
“You will need to monitor her. If she starts touching herself, discipline her. If she continues to do so, then we can cuff her hands and make her stay in the kennel until she learns not to.” Yamal turns to Daddy.
“But I don’t think you’ll have that problem.
Your bond with her is a lot stronger than I thought it was going to be. Correct it early on and she’ll learn.”
Daddy turns to me. “Your pleasure is mine and no one else’s. If I catch you trying to touch yourself, there will be severe consequences.”
I can’t help but feel disappointed and excited at the same time.
I want to touch myself now that I know what it feels like, but if I do, then I’m going to get into trouble.
I want to go back to the other girls and tell them all about it, and that they should do it.
But it excited me that Daddy gets control over it.
I don’t know why it excites me when I don’t like to be controlled, but there is an element of surprise to it. The unknown of when I will get pleasure excites me since I could get it at any moment. But it also disappoints me because Daddy could decide not to give me any at all.
“Do you understand?” Daddy asks, gripping my chin.
He plucks the binkie out of my mouth and tilts his head to the side.
“Do you understand?” he repeats.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Yes, what?” he prompts.
My cheeks turn red. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl,” he murmurs as he runs his hand down my chest and settles on my stomach. “How are you feeling?”
Violated.
Exhausted.
Touched way too much.
Wanting pleasure.
Wanting Daddy to hold me close and rock me back and forth.
“Tired,” I land on.
“Don’t let her walk on her own. The other girl was having a hard time keeping her head up.
The more exhausted they get, the more difficult it is going to be.
Watch her. Let her crawl for the first week and nothing more.
I will let you know if you need to do anything different with your pet,” Yamal informs Daddy. “I’ll see myself out.”
Yamal leaves, and Daddy is just standing there, looking at me. I blink, my eyelids getting even more heavy than before.
“Let’s get you to your kennel.” Daddy unbuckles my wrists and waist.
He lifts me off the table and places me on the ground. Before I can say anything, he clips something onto my collar and gently tugs.
“Walk,” he commands. “We are going to go to your kennel.”
I push myself to sitting and attempt to get up but a hard swat to my bottom has me sitting down and looking at Daddy.
“You will crawl on all fours. You are not strong enough to walk on your two feet,” Daddy reminds me. “I also don’t know if I want you walking on two feet. I like the view of your breasts swaying back and forth and your bottom out.”
I look at the ground and get on all fours like he wants. He gently tugs on the leash once again, and I slowly start to crawl. My body is exhausted, and with each step, my body sways even more. How much longer until we get there?
“In you go.” He opens the kennel.
It’s just like a dog kennel. Grates on each side so I can barely see out and a soft little pillow for me to lie on.
“Come on. I’ll put a blanket on you when you get in there.” Daddy gently taps my bottom to encourage me to go in.
But I don’t know whether I want to go in or not. Is he going to lock the door? Is he going to keep me in the kennel from now on and never let me leave?
“Little companion,” Daddy growls. “In you go. Unless you want to fall asleep with a hot bottom as well.”
I look back at him and then at the kennel. Several swats land on my bottom, making me yelp in pain, and I start crawling into the kennel. The pillow is a lot softer and plushier than I thought it was going to be.
“Good girl.” He kisses the top of my head. He places a blanket on me, and I lay my head on the pillow as he takes the leash off my collar.
“I’ll be back when you wake up,” he informs me.
I watch him close the door and look around for several seconds, taking deep breaths and slowly letting them out. I don’t like being separated from him. I want to call him back and beg him to let me out, but sleep pulls me under.