He chuckles as he rises. “It’s late. Let’s get you bathed and kenneled. Heel.” Daddy picks up my leash and leads me through the house. When we enter his bathroom, he turns on a faucet. The tub is so large and so high off the floor that I cannot see into it from my hands and knees. I remain in my heel position, waiting for his next command.
Daddy bends down, removes the leash, and sets it aside. Next, he lifts me up high and lowers me into the tub. “You may sit normally on your bottom, Little pet.”
I’m grateful. My knees are tired. I reach up and finger the collar. “Can it get wet?”
Daddy grabs my chin, leaning in to meet my gaze. His expression is fierce. “The collar is permanent, Luna. Do not mention it again.”
I swallow hard. “Yes, Daddy.” I hate that I’ve angered him. Why couldn’t I hold my tongue?
He unravels my braid, uses a pitcher to pour water over my head, and reaches for some kind of liquid soap. While he massages it into my scalp, he speaks. “It’s for your safety that the collar is not removable. If anything ever happens to separate us, I will be able to find you by using the tracking device. In addition, it stores your medical data. You will never ever be able to take it off.”
“Yes, Sir.” I shiver. The thought of him not being able to locate me makes me physically ill. I’m suddenly grateful for the collar. “I understand.”
He rinses my hair and begins to soap my body. “Listen closely, Little pet.” His voice is still firm. “You are proving to be a gem. Over the centuries, Venkorians have discovered different species on many other planets. We have brought them back here to study them. We have kept some as pets. Trained them. They have had varying degrees of ability to learn. But you are the first creature who has been brought to Venkoria who seems to possess advanced intelligence. When word gets out that you are a sexual being on top of possessing language, everyone will want a human. In time, all the humans will be transported from your space station to Venkoria, but there will never be enough to fill the demand. It will be important for me to keep you close to me at all times. Though Venkorians are generally peaceful, I fear there could be problems. I will not take you out of my apartment for a while. I think it will be necessary to have a metal cuff designed for my wrist so that your leash can be securely attached to me. It won’t be enough for me to simply hold on to you.”
I listen intently to every word, panicking as he continues. His speech makes sense. Now I’m scared. I don’t want someone to kidnap me and take me from my Daddy. I don’t say a word. My throat is tight with fear.
He finishes washing me and lifts me out of the tub, wrapping me in a soft towel. After drying me, he sits me on the same chair as earlier, straddling the back. I’m naked, so my pussy is wide open.
“Hold on to the rungs, Little pet.”
I grab them. I won’t let go. I didn’t like the way he restrained me last time.
Daddy combs through my hair and then dries it before braiding it.
When he’s done, he lifts me off the chair. “Heel,” he demands as he lowers me to my hands and knees. “Come.”
I crawl alongside him into the bedroom.
He lifts me onto the bed. “Roll.”
I assume the position he orders without hesitation, grateful when he offers me a treat.
“Good girl. Legs wide.” He bends to examine my pussy closely. “Does anything hurt, Little pet?”
“No, Sir.”
He slides a diaper under my bottom before spreading a cream all over my private parts. A smile grows on his face. “My Little pet is very responsive to my touch.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I moan.
He grabs the bottle of pills Yamal left earlier and taps two into his palm.
I clench my bottom.
Daddy pushes my knees back farther before easing first one pill and then the other into my tight hole. After the second, he slides his finger in as far as possible.
I’m panting.
He lifts his gaze to mine while he fingers me. “My Little pet likes her bottom penetrated, too.”
My face heats, and I whimper.
He chuckles. “I suspect my pet will learn to do whatever she’s told because she won’t want to risk being denied pleasure.”
I nod. “Yes, Daddy.”
“You need training, Little pet. You’re sassy and have a tendency to be argumentative. That won’t be tolerated.”
