“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.
EIGHT
“Come on, Little companion. It’s time to wake up.” Daddy’s soft voice fills my ears. “We’ve got a couple of things to do.”
