I pop it into my mouth. This is his way of telling me I’m not to speak to whoever is at the door. I’m no longer as upset by the kennel, especially this one in the living room. I know it’s for my protection. I feel safer inside it, and warmer because I can cover my body with the soft blankets.
A man I do not know comes in. He’s wearing khaki. He has a large package with him, and he looks around the room. He spots my kennel, but he can’t see much with me curled up under the cover. Daddy takes the package, thanks him, and shows him out. The entire exchange is quick.
Daddy sets the package on the table in the middle of the room before letting me out of the kennel.
I’m surprised by the size of it. How many clothes did he get me? I’m excited, too. I can’t wait to see what he has had made. Whatever’s in there, he made the request himself. He took my measurements one day and then ordered these things to be made.
“Come, Little pet. Let’s get some clothes on you.” He’s smiling as I follow him toward the box. It’s above my head, so even when he opens it, I can’t see inside.
“Sit.”
I obey like the good pet he’s turning me into. I don’t even remove my pacifier because he hasn’t given me permission to. He’ll take it out when he wants me to have my voice back.
Daddy rustles around in the box before finally pulling out a garment.
My eyes are wide as he holds it up. It’s two pieces of soft pink material. It looks like the kind of footed pajamas humans put on babies. The next thing I notice is that there’s something printed on the material.
Daddy squats in front of me and holds the shirt closer. “Did I get it right?” He pops my pacifier out.
I lean closer and then start giggling. “Puppies?”
He beams. “You described them to me. But I also looked them up in your human database. I guess I came pretty close.”
“I’ve never even seen a puppy myself,” I remind him. I’ve only seen pictures and read about them.
“But you said they were pets that humans kept in kennels.”
“They were.” I refrain from rolling my eyes.
“Arms up,” Daddy commands.
I lift my hands above my head and let him pull the material over my body. The shirt has snaps down the front, but he didn’t open them.
“Good girl. Now lie back so I can put the bottoms on you.”
I roll onto my back and lift so he can pull them up my legs. When he gets to my upper thighs, I use my feet to raise my hips. Daddy pulls them the rest of the way up and proceeds to snap the shirt into the bottoms all the way around.
He stares at me with narrowed eyes, rubbing his chin.
I must look like an adult-sized human baby lying on the floor in these silly jammies, but I don’t say a word. I’m grateful he ordered me clothes. There is no way I will complain about being covered.
He sighs. “I like it better when you’re naked. I’m not a fan of covering up your pink nipples. How will I know when they’re hard and needy?” he teases.
I giggle again. “You’ll scent it on me, silly Daddy.”
“Oh right…” he exaggerates before tickling me.
I flail my arms and legs around, laughing until tears come to my eyes. Finally, he scoops me off the floor to cradle me in his arms. He kisses my face all over. “As much as I enjoy watching your pebbled little titties bounce, I’m not interested in sharing them with other people. I don’t want other men staring at you. You’remyLittle pet. From now on, your nudity will be reserved for me and the doctor. I’ll still keep you naked in the house most of the time, but not when we go to my office or anywhere else.”
I snuggle into him. I like this idea. I’ve gotten used to being naked in front of him. I like the way he looks at me and how I affect him. I can scent his arousal the same as he does mine. I can also easily see the bulge in the front of his pants.
Daddy carries me to the kitchen, where he sets me in the new chair that arrived yesterday. It’s basically an adult-sized highchair. I’ve seen them in books. He straps me in securely with restraints that come over my shoulders, around my waist, and between my legs. He cinches it all tight before putting a tray in front of me and handing me some crayons and a coloring book.
“Make me a picture while I fix lunch. Afterward, we’re going to my office.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I’m grateful for the toys he’s started gifting me. They occupy my mind. I’m not used to being idle. I’ve worked hard my entire life. Everyone had jobs on the space station. It required lots of hands to keep everything up and running. As kids, we learned fast to help out. As adults, it was all hands on deck for years.
The food Daddy cooks doesn’t smell or look like anything I’ve ever eaten, and I don’t dare ask if I can try any of it. I did that once on the second day and ended up with a scolding. Decisions about my food are made by Daddy with no input from me. He hasn’t even let me have whatever food the doctor left for me yet because of my behavior that day.
