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I’m so turned on, just thinking about the pleasure Daddy gave me after I used my diaper. I want to feel that again, and I want to feel it now. I want to feel it all the time.

His tongue was magical.

Okay, maybe feeling pleasure all the time would get too overwhelming, but the thought of getting it any time I wanted sounds like heaven. I had never been this turned on in my life, and here I am, asking him when I’m going to get it again.

“After we come back from the shop. If you’re a good girl, I’ll give it to you,” Daddy says. “But it’s going to have to wait until we get back. I can’t push this off any longer.”

“Okay,” I whisper.

Daddy stands up and lifts me in his arms, holding me close as he walks to the front of the door. “Do you need me to change your diaper before, or are you okay?”

“I’m okay,” I reply.

I haven’t used this one yet, and I don’t have the urge to, either. It was weird using one. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to wetting my diaper, but there’s nothing I can do about it. It’s something I’ll just have to accept.

“You’re going to need to stay in the kennel while I talk with the customer for your own safety. There are too many things that you could hurt yourself on, and I won’t be able to keep a close eye on you,” Daddy explains.

“You’re going to leave me?” I blurt out.

“I won’t be leaving you. You’ll be behind my desk, close to me. I need to focus on the customer. I don’t want to worry about you and whether you’re getting into trouble or getting hurt. I haven’t been able to baby-proof my workplace yet,” Daddy explains as he walks down a flight of stairs.

“What do you do?” I ask.

“I build and repair furniture,” Daddy explains. “A customer is getting his own Little Pet soon. He accidentally broke a piece of furniture and wants it repaired before she gets here. I told him I could fix it right now.”

I give Daddy an unimpressed look. It isn’t an emergency.

“Why do you call me Little pet, or, well, us?” I roll my eyes. “We aren’t pets, you know. We are humans.”

“I know you’re a human, but to us you’re like a pet in a way. We bought you thinking that you would be our pets, but we didn’t realize that you were actually intelligent,” Daddy replies.

“I’m insulted,” I mumble.

“But we now know you can think for yourselves and make decisions. I still like calling you Little Pet and treating you partially like one. We are free to do whatever we want, but I can’t get the idea out of my head,” Daddy explains. “And I think aspects of this will help you.”

“Like what?” I ask.

“Like the harness I got for you. I think having it on and me holding the leash will help you. It will sit nice and tightly around your chest to remind you that I’ve got you. I also have one for your collar and one for your ankle if you prefer that,” Daddy says. “We’ll just have to wait and see what you like, but we can try all of them. We can even come up with other ones. Maybe there could be a butt plug that can be attached to a leash, and I can give it little tugs to remind you that your pleasure is mine but also that I’m there for you.”

That sounds like absolute torture if you ask me. To constantly be turned on.

“I don’t think I like that last one,” I whisper, shaking my head.

“I think that would be a good punishment. To have you turned on but not giving you a release, but also the reassurance you need to know that I’m always there for you. We’ll leave that one for when you’re really naughty,” he says.

Before I can say anything, my eyes start roaming around the new room. There are different pieces of furniture, some finished and some in various stages of being crafted.

“Wow,” I whisper.

“This is my workshop. It used to be cleaner and more put together, but I got really busy before finding you and didn’t have time to get it in order,” Daddy says. “But it’s okay. You’ll be in the kennel, so I won’t have to worry about keeping an eye on you. There are far too many dangerous things in here that I wasn’t thinking about before I got you.”

I don’t see anything dangerous. It all looks like what they called wood on Earth and furniture. It’s not like I could pull something down and it would fall on me.

“I think it’s safe,” I mumble.

Daddy shakes his head, and he walks behind a desk. On the floor is a kennel. Urgh.

“It’s far too dangerous. There are some things that are piled on top of each other, and I’m worried if you get close to it, it’ll fall on top of you. I also don’t know if there are any nails or glue anywhere. I don’t want you getting hurt,” Daddy explains. “Once I tidy this place up and make sure it’s okay for you, you’ll be able to roam around while Daddy works, but for today, you’re in the kennel.”