I swallow hard. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Every day I will work on breaking you of bad habits until you submit fully to me and stop questioning my methods.”
“Yes, Daddy.” It’s hard to focus because he’s stroking the inside of my bottom, and my pussy is pulsing. My clit is swollen and needy. My nipples are so hard they throb. But I listen to him.
“You will obey me. You will earn my tongue and eventually my cock.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I reply with conviction.
Finally, he removes his finger from my bottom. He watches me while he cleans his hand, and then he wraps my diaper around me and pops my pacifier into my mouth. “Heel.”
I’m confused by his command, but I roll over and come up on all fours. I watch as Daddy rounds to the other side of the bed where the kennel is. He picks up a remote and pushes a button. The kennel rises.
I lift my gaze to see that it’s attached to the ceiling. I hadn’t noticed that before.
It continues until it’s at the level of the bed, and Daddy opens a door on the side of the mattress. “Kennel, Little pet.”
That’s my cue to crawl in, and I do so without argument. I’m so pleased that I will be able to see him through the slats. I won’t be as lonely as on the floor out of his line of sight.
“Get comfortable, Little pet.”
I curl onto my side so I can look at him.
He reaches in to cover me before closing and locking the door. “Sleep, Little pet. You’ll need your rest to resume training tomorrow.”
I suck my pacifier hard while he moves around the room. My heart rate picks up when he removes his clothes. His body is magnificent. He turns off the lights and climbs into bed on the other side. My arms will fit through the slats in my kennel, but I wouldn’t be able to reach him. He’s too far away.
My eyes grow heavy. I fight sleep, but I suspect the pills he put in my bottom are making me tired. I want to keep looking at my Daddy, but I succumb to sleep.
TEN
A week later…
Today is the day.
Daddy has ordered clothes for me, and they’re coming today. He relented because I’m always so cold. I shiver when he’s not holding me, especially when I’m naked or wearing nothing but a diaper.
In order to keep me from trembling all the time, Daddy turned up the heat in the apartment and started wearing fewer clothes himself. But he says that’s not sustainable long-term. He can’t be half-clothed when people come over.
I’m not sure how often people used to come to his apartment before he bought me, but the only people who have come since I arrived were Lasim on the first day and Yamal three times.
I’m not fond of being poked and prodded by the doctor, but Daddy says it’s necessary. He’s concerned about my health. Obsessed about it. He’s equally worried about my safety, which is why I’m still not permitted to stand, and I suspect he would spank my bottom until it was bleeding if I ever climbed onto the furniture.
I wasn’t pleased when two more kennels arrived one day. Daddy keeps one in the living room and the other next to his desk in his home office. He works in there a lot, and I’m expected to be very quiet when he’s working.
There’s another reason why Daddy has had clothes specially made for me. He’s planning to start taking me to his real office this afternoon. It’s in this same building on a higher floor, and I have anxiety about leaving this apartment. I don’t want people staring at me.
I certainly don’t want anyone to see me naked, so I’m grateful for the clothing that’s coming. Part of the reason he’s going to let me wear clothes out of the house is to keep me from shivering, but I suspect he does not want to share my naked body with others, and I’m glad of that.
When a knock sounds at the door, I get excited. I’m in the kitchen on my hands and knees at Daddy’s side because most of the time I follow him around the house like I assume puppies used to on Earth. He insists on keeping me next to him. I’m so trained at heeling that I automatically rise onto my hands and knees as soon as he stands from any seat.
“Kennel,” Daddy orders as we move out of the kitchen.
I’m not surprised. Daddy always kennels me when someone comes to the door, even if he knows who he’s expecting. He doesn’t like me to be loose in the house when he opens the door.
I trot over and into my cage, curling up under my blanket while he locks the kennel door.
“Pacifier, Little pet.”
