He tugs on it slightly, and I lethargically get on all fours. With all the pleasure and adrenaline running through my body earlier, I didn’t notice how heavy my body was feeling, but now that it is wearing off, I don’t want to crawl anywhere, especially when I have to go to the bathroom.
“Little companion.” Daddy’s voice has a warning to it. “Come on. I don’t want you to go to pee on the ground, and you aren’t using the bathroom. We are going to go put a diaper on you. I’ll let you go to the bathroom before I clean you up and get you into another one.”
And that’s what I don’t want. I don’t want to pee in a diaper. I want to sit on a toilet and have privacy to do what I need to do.
“Do you want your bottom spanked again?” He raises an eyebrow.
My bottom clenches and stings as I remember him spanking me earlier. I don’t want to get spanked again, so I slowly move behind him, feeling my limbs drag against the ground as I don’t pick them up all the way.
I’m definitely going to have bruises.
“Are you okay?” Daddy asks.
No, I’m not. My limbs feel like they weigh a thousand pounds, and my bladder is screaming at me.
“Little companion.” He stops walking and bends down so we are at eye level.
“My limbs are heavy,” I whine.
Maybe he can do something to help my limbs feel better. Or maybe me drinking whatever he gave me is making me this way.
“You will feel like that for a little while longer. The gravity on Venkoria is different than the space station you were on,” Daddy explains. “It will get better over time.”
But he doesn’t sound so sure. Luna and I are the first female humans on this planet. They don’t know anything about us or how we will survive on their planet.
“Let’s go get a diaper on you.” Daddy stands and tugs on my leash.
It feels like forever before we are in another room. Daddy picks me up and places me on a table before strapping me down again. Butterflies flutter in my stomach as his fingers skim over my skin lightly. I feel some type of way with the straps restraining my wrists and stomach. I’m turned on, I feel safe, and these emotions are confusing me.
Why am I feeling like this?
“All set.” Daddy pats my stomach. “Now you can go to the bathroom.”
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?
