“No, Daddy.” My lips quiver, but I don’t cry.
He bends forward, kisses my forehead, and then stands. A moment later, he pops a pacifier in my mouth. “You will not speak to my guest. You will sit like a good Little pet and behave. Understood?”
I nod.
He kisses my forehead again. “I’m already proud of you, Little pet.”
My chest tightens at his praise. I’m softening to him. How does he do that? The man just spanked my nipples and ordered me to sit like a dog without barking while his guest is here. Andthen he said something that melted my heart and endeared me to him.
He meant what he said. He’s proud of me. I always want him to be proud. My nipples are hard from being spanked. They’re throbbing and painful. I will be struggling to think of anything else for several minutes, and yet, I also know they would be hard right now if he hadn’t touched them.
He knows it, too, because there is no hiding my scent from him. My pussy is dripping into my diaper.
A knock sounds at the door.
Daddy bends to tip my chin back again. “One more thing, Little pet. I expect that diaper to be completely soaked through by the time my guest leaves. You should pee yourself right now and every time you feel the urge while he’s here. If I don’t see that diaper growing heavier, fuller, and more yellow every time I look at it, I will punish you as soon as my guest is gone.”
I suck in air through my nose. Once again, he kisses my forehead tenderly. I’m going to have whiplash from all the switching back and forth between stern and tender.
Suckling my pacifier as if it’s a lifeline, I watch my Daddy cross the room and open the door.
EIGHT
I sit as still as possible as Julan lets a man into the apartment. I didn’t have the opportunity to examine all the men we encountered between the building where I was kept in a cage and Julan’s home. He forced me to cover my eyes. I assume he truly was protecting me from the sun.
Nevertheless, I did get enough of a glimpse to know all the men on this planet seem to be enormous. This guest is as tall as Julan and just as broad. The two men shake hands as he enters.
“Good to see you, Lasim.”
Then the man glances at me. His eyes widen a moment before he smiles and steps closer. “Ah, your new pet. The human. I wasn’t expecting her to be so similar to us.”
I say nothing. I’m embarrassed, and I don’t like him looking at me. After all, I’m sitting obediently on my heels, sucking a pacifier like it’s a lifeline, and wearing nothing but a diaper. Oh, and I can’t forget the collar and the leash hanging down the front of my body, the end of it resting on the floor between my thighs.
Julan—Daddy—clears his throat. “Yes. It would seem humans are nearly identical to us in every way but size.”
The newcomer rubs his chin, staring at me, intrigued, as he approaches. “Can she procreate on her own?”
I flinch. Life would be so very different if I could do that. We wouldn’t have needed the cryonically preserved sperm that traveled with us to the space station twenty years ago, nor would humans eventually die out because the sperm was lost ten years ago when an electrical issue on the station fried the freezer.
I realize this is what the doctor was referring to earlier when he and Julan were discussing Venkorian women. Apparently, they don’t need to have sex with a man to procreate.
Daddy motions for Lasim to sit across from him as he takes his seat next to me. “I’m not sure. I guess I should look into that before I end up with a litter of tiny humans in my apartment.” He laughs.
I cringe. I’ve known for years that I would never have children. No human will. Our line ends with those of us who were sent to the space station twenty years ago.
“Does the translation collar work on these humans? Can she understand us?”
“Yes. She seems to be an intelligent being, to some extent.”
I want to shoot him a glare, but I manage to control myself. In fact, I’m tired of the way Lasim is staring at me, so I lower my gaze. Looking at the floor doesn’t erase my embarrassment because it only reminds me that Lasim can see my tits, and that they’re swollen and red from being spanked so hard. Hopefully, he won’t realize I was punished in such a degrading manner moments before his arrival. After all, these are the first human boobs he’s seen. As far as he knows, this is what they always look like.
Daddy continues, “I’m cautiously optimistic that she will be trainable and compliant.”
“Let me know how things go. I’m considering purchasing one myself. I wouldn’t want her to be unruly or more trouble than she’s worth.”
“I’ll keep you updated.” Daddy sets a hand on the back of my neck and forces me to bend my head farther forward. He subtly grabs my braid and holds it too tightly as though silently reprimanding me for something.
I know exactly what he’s communicating as I stare at my diaper. It’s dry, of course. I’ve been holding my urine in since I woke up. The idea of wetting myself is still too foreign to easily comply. Plus, I don’t want to be sitting here with the wet bulk between my legs. And then there’s the added humiliation of wetting myself in front of Lasim as if humans can’t control their bladders.
