Chapter 9
NINE
After several minutes of staring at each other, I had finally emptied by bladder.
Daddy cleans me up, but doesn’t put another diaper on me.
I want to ask him to put one on so I’m not as exposed, but I have a feeling he will tell me no.
I’m not cold, which means he has turned up the heat in the apartment like Yamal told him to.
“Someone is coming to visit us,” Daddy informs me.
I rake my eyes over my body before looking back up at him. “Can I have clothes?” I whisper.
“No,” he replies.
I’m left glaring at him as he walks over to a counter and grabs something that starts making noise. He places it up to his ear and listens for a while, leaving me in suspense. After several seconds, Daddy says okay and places the device on the counter again before turning to me.
“Change of plans. The person is coming over on a different day. You are going into the kennel. I have something to go do,” he says as he grabs my leash again.
“Can I not come with you?” I ask. “Can I not be left in the room while you are gone?”
Daddy shakes his head. “I don’t want you getting into something that could harm you. I won’t be long, but I need you to go back into your kennel where you will be safe.”
Unease fills me as he leads me to the cage. I don’t want to go back in there for who knows how long. What if he takes a whole day and I need to go to the bathroom or get hungry? What if I start getting claustrophobic and pass out, hitting my head on the side of the cage?
It’s not big enough for me to stand, but it’s big enough for me to sit up comfortably and stretch out when lying down.
“I’m not going to be long. They need me to look over some documents, and I can’t take you with me,” Daddy explains as I get into the kennel. “Maybe next time, after we’ve done some training, you can come.”
Training?
But before I can ask about anything, Daddy puts the blanket on top of me, unhooks the leash, and closes the door behind him. He walks around the room, grabbing several things before he leaves my sight, and I hear the front door shut.
Crap.
What am I going to do in here while he’s gone? He said he isn’t going to be long, but his definition of long could be a lot different from mine. I don’t want to be in here for more than thirty minutes. Even that is pushing it.
I lie down and close my eyes, taking several deep breaths so I don’t panic. Daddy isn’t going to take long, and before I know it, he’s going to be back and getting me out.
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I yawn and open my eyes, stretching and letting my bones pop in weird places. But as I stretch, my bladder protests with the movement. Crap. I look out the front of the cage and scan the room, trying to see if Daddy is back. How much time has passed since he left?
“Daddy?” I call out.
Silence.
Worry fills me. When I look over at the closed curtains, the sun isn’t as bright as it was. Daddy was very gracious and kept those curtains closed the whole time since the first incident. I shudder at the memory of the terror going through my body.
“Daddy?” I yell, hoping to gain his attention if he is in the room.
But it remains silent in the apartment. Tears pool in my eyes as I look around the kennel, trying to find a way out of here so I can find the bathroom and relieve myself. But the closer I look, the more I realize there is no way out.
There has to be.
I move my hand to the front and try to reach the lock on the cage door, but it beeps at me as I touch it. It’s like when I first woke up in the cage room all over again, and I don’t want this.
“Daddy!” I scream.
Maybe if he has a neighbor, they will hear and call Daddy for me. But with each passing second, the hope inside of me dwindles.
Daddy isn’t coming.
I push the blanket off me and scooch myself to the back of the cage, away from the blanket and soft padding. There is no way the blanket and padding won’t get soaked from me peeing here. It’s flat and the cage at the bottom doesn’t have holes for it to go anywhere.
I grab my legs, holding them close to my chest as I rock back and forth, trying to calm my mind and bladder. Tears are streaming down my fac, with the pressure increasing each minute.
I need to pee now.
“Daddy!” I cry out, full-on sobbing as it gets to be too much.
I can’t hold it anymore, and just like when I first arrived on their planet, I pee myself. I lean my head back, crying and sighing as the pressure decreases. I’m sitting in my own piss, and I can’t do anything about it. Daddy isn’t back, and there is no way for me to get out of here.
I would have much rather worn a diaper and peed in it while Daddy was gone than sit here in a puddle, getting all wet and dirty.
Whimpering, I continue to hold my legs to my chest and take deep breaths in, trying to calm myself down.
But I can’t, and my breathing picks up with each minute that passes.
“Daddy,” I whimper.
I want him back in the apartment to get me out of here. I don’t want to be in here any longer than I have to be. I don’t know how much time goes by, but tears are still streaming down my face as I sit in a puddle of my own piss, waiting for Daddy to come home.
“Little companion, Daddy is home,” he calls out, but I don’t make a sound or attempt to move.
Is he going to be mad at me for going to the bathroom in my own kennel? He has to know it’s his fault since he didn’t put a diaper or anything else on me.
“Little companion?” Daddy calls out once again, his voice getting closer and closer. “Are you asleep?”
No.
I don’t move my head, but I can see his shadows as he bends down and looks in the kennel.
“Little companion?” His voice is super gentle as he opens the cage. “Oh, baby. Come here. Let’s get you out of this mess and all cleaned up.”
Tears stream down my face at how gentle and calm he is, but I still don’t move. My muscles are locked in place, and I don’t want to get my pee anywhere else.
“Come on,” he encourages me. “I bet you want to get all cleaned up.”
I do, but I don’t want to move.
“All right.” He sighs and closes the door again.
I turn my head to look at him, but Daddy has stood fully and is towering over the kennel. Is he going to leave me in here until I call out to him and ask for help? I don’t know if I have the strength to do that.
But Daddy pulls the top off the kennel, the sides still standing like it was meant for this to happen. He picks me up and holds me close to him, getting his clothes dirty as I wrap my legs around his waist.
“I’m sorry for leaving you in there so long without a diaper on.” He rocks me back and forth. “I didn’t think it was going to take that long, and I couldn’t get away. Next time it will be better, but I hope next time to bring you with me.”
I don’t say anything as he walks through the living room and into a different room, one I haven’t been to yet. I can’t bring myself to look around, exhaustion weighing down on me even more than before.
“Daddy is going to hop in the shower with you and get you all clean,” he soothingly says.
I hear him kick off his shoes as he walks into a much smaller room, and the only thing I can see is a little shower head in the center of the back wall.
“Daddy is going to place you on the counter and undress,” he tells me.
Watching him closely from the counter, he takes a couple of steps back, pulling his clothes off and chucking them to the side. My eyes wander down to his cock, and I suck in a breath. It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before.
“Not today, Little companion,” he gently tells me. “You aren’t ready for it, and Daddy needs to take care of you.”
He picks me up and guides my face to his neck. I hear the water running, and before I know it, I feel the warmth hitting my back as he holds me.
“Just let the warm water soothe you and help calm you down,” Daddy whispers in my ear. “I’ve got you.”
But he didn’t all those hours ago when I wet myself. He wasn’t here to help and take care of me.
“I’m so sorry.” He kisses the side of my head. “Daddy will never let that happen again.”
And yet it is the second time that it has happened. Daddy carefully cleans me up, taking his time getting all my body clean before holding me and letting the warm water soothe me.
“Do you want me to wash your hair?” he asks.
I shrug my shoulders, not feeling like talking. Part of me is mad at him for leaving me here, and the other part wants him to take care of me.
“Daddy is going to set you on this stool and wash your hair. You can rest your head on my stomach and close your eyes while I do it,” he tells me before putting me down.
Whimpering, I lean forward and close my eyes when my forehead connects with his stomach. I melt into him even more as he wets my hair, running his hands through it before gently massaging it.
Oh, this feels like heaven.
I’ve never had someone wash my hair since I was really little and couldn’t do it myself. But this is even better than I remember it.
“Daddy’s got you,” he coos at me. “Daddy is going to take such good care of you.”
It doesn’t take him long to wash my hair before he picks me up again and holds me close. Now I’m going to have to deal with my hair, and I don’t want to, but I can’t let it dry without brushing through it. It’s going to be an even bigger mess if I don’t do anything.
Daddy turns the water off and wraps a towel around me, carrying me out of the shower and into the room.
“I’m going to let you stand and lean against me as I dry you off. Then, I’m going to do your hair for you,” he informs me before he does exactly what he said.
My body sways before he guides me to lean up against him, and he carefully starts to dry me off, leaving my hair soaking wet and wetting my back again.
“Brush,” I mumble, feeling drained.
Brushing my hair is going to take five times as long as it normally would.
“Daddy is going to brush your hair and put it up in a braid.” He gathers all my hair and places it in the towel on top of my head. “My friend, Julan, sent me a video on how to braid hair, and while I was riding the elevator, I watched it.”
So sweet of him to do that for me.
“You are going to sit in this chair while I do your hair for you,” he sets me on the chair backward so I can rest my face against it.
He wraps a strap around my waist before he starts gently brushing through all my knots in my hair, taking his time.
“You let me know if I’m hurting you.” Daddy kisses the top of my head. “Daddy doesn’t want to hurt you at all.”
I stay silent, closing my eyes as he continues to brush through it. I’m almost asleep when I feel his hands start to gather little pieces of hair.
“All done,” Daddy says, undoing the strap around my back and picking me up. “Let’s go snuggle on the couch.”