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 themorning. 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,cravingmore?
“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.
