Why do I feel dread forming in my body as he sets me on the ground?
“This is a pee pad.” Daddy touches the white material on the ground in front of me.
Wait.
“So let’s take off your diaper, and then you can stay on all fours and go to the bathroom,” Daddy says. Before I can react, Daddy has my diaper off me, leaving me completely naked in front of him.
My eyes go wide as I stare at Daddy.
“I’m not a pet,” I tell him.
Does he not know what a human is?
“Raydn’s girl said that you females were not pets either,” he tells me. “But I like you as my pet.”
“No, you can’t do that,” I say as I press my legs closer together.
The urge to squat and pee is strong right now. I can’t help it. I need to go to the bathroom so badly, but it is going to be humiliating.
I am not a dog.
“I am your owner; I can do whatever I want,” he states. “You belong to me, and I quite like you being my Little pet who I take care of.”
“I am a human being. I am a woman!” I raise my voice and point a finger at him.
“You are those two things, but you are also my pet. Now, squat and go to the bathroom. It’s not good for you to hold in your pee. If you continue to do it, I am going to have to tell Yamal. He will put a catheter in so you can pee whenever your bladder fills up.” Daddy gives me a stern look. “Unless you want that to happen. Have your choice taken away, and leave it up to me and what I want.”
I open and close my mouth, staring at him. How did he get to that conclusion?
“Well?” He tilts his head to the side. “What do you want me to do? Do you want me to call Yamal, or do you want to be a good girl and squat?”
“You don’t need to call him!” I wave my hands in the air. “I can do it myself,” I mumble.
I don’t need Yamal coming here and touching my body again. To feel violated once again. No.
“Though he may have to come over again. You are shaking. You should not be this cold. Are you sure you are feeling okay?” Daddy asks.
I look down at my body and realize that I am shaking. Whenever I’m around Daddy, I seem to forget everything else going on around me, even what’s happening to my own body.
Why does he have this effect on me? Why do I feel so attracted to him and want to be around him all the time?
“Are you cold?” Daddy asks as he reaches toward me.
One touch from him and I release my bladder. Mortification fills me as I look down at the pee pad and up at Daddy. How humiliating.
Daddy chuckles as he runs his hands through my hair. “Such a good Little pet for going to the bathroom.”
I suck in a breath and keep my head low, not wanting to face him. If any of the other girls find out that I just went to the bathroom like a dog, they would make fun of me. Hopefully, they will never find out, so I don’t have to go through that.
“You are cold, though,” he mumbles to himself. “I don’t like this. Let’s get you cleaned up real quick and a fresh diaper on you. Then I’ll get you a warm bottle.”
Before I can comprehend what he said, I feel a soft stroke as he cleans my private parts with a wipe as I stand on all fours.
“Wait!” I squeak out. “What are you doing?”
“I’m cleaning you. I don’t want you to get an infection when I put the diaper on you or a rash. I want you healthy and taken care of,” he explains. “So be a good girl and stay still while I clean you up and put the diaper on.”
“But,” I whisper.
