I find myself inhaling with him and then blowing out the breath. All the while, I’m sitting tall, spine straight, thrusting my chest toward him, enjoying the way he fondles my breast. It feels so good. He makes me feel things I never expected in my life. Things I didn’t even know were possible. And I don’t want it to end. Not even if it means obeying him and being the good Little pet he wants me to be.
All the while, I’m focused on the new addition. A heavy chain hangs between my breasts, making me more aware of my collar.
Wetness gathers between my legs, and I slowly stretch my feet out in front of me and squeeze my thighs together.
“Does the grass feel good, Little pet?”
I swallow. “Yes, Daddy.” Grass is not at all what I expected. It’s softer than I thought from seeing pictures. It bends easily. The little points are not sharp.
“I bet you’ll enjoy the sand. I’ll let you explore for a while, then I’ll take you into the pool. How does that sound?”
I whimper because he switches to fondling my other breast. I’m definitely a slave to my body and his powerful scent.
Daddy moves his hand to lift my chin. He bends forward and lightly kisses me on the lips. It’s just a peck, but it’s powerful. I’m so stunned I can’t move. I want more. I want more kisses.
He shifts both palms to my breasts, leans down farther, and kisses first one and then the other nipple before releasing me and standing. “You’re safe, Little pet. Explore.”
When he turns and walks toward the table, I watch him. I’m trembling with need. He gave me an orgasm a few minutes ago, but I want another one. I want more. I want him inside me. I want to see his cock. Feel it.
He’s not going to give me that. He hasn’t even started stretching my pussy. I should not be having thoughts ofintercourse because it will hurt. But I don’t care. I don’t know what a drug craving feels like, but I bet it’s this.
Daddy sits in his chair and leans back, smiling at me.
The sun is warm on my bare skin, chasing away the chills he caused. I’m suddenly far more naked now that I’m totally exposed. Daddy isn’t a barrier between me and Galar.
I finally find the will to glance toward the door, only to find Galar in the exact spot he took up residence in earlier, protecting me from anyone who might dare come through that exit. His attention is on both the door and my surroundings. His gaze moves around at all times, seemingly ignoring me and focusing instead on the periphery of the building and the sky.
I look up, wondering whether some sort of aircraft could swoop down and take me.
My attention shifts to the chain hanging in front of me. It’s heavy and reminds me of my captivity. I’m not free here. I’m a prisoner. I’m owned.
It takes a while for me to decide to move. When I do, I slowly turn onto all fours and crawl as far as I can across the grass. I’m not just exploring the lawn itself. I’m testing my boundaries, wanting to know exactly how far the chain reaches.
When it pulls tight, I’m still several yards from the edge of the building. There’s a wall all around this oasis. It’s high enough that I wouldn’t be able to see over it even if I were standing on my tiptoes. There is absolutely no reason for the leash. I could never scale that barrier and fall to my death. I’d need at least a chair, probably the table.
And the pool. It’s true, I have no idea how to swim, but I’m not a toddler. I’m not stupid enough to get so close that I might fall in and drown.
Turning that direction, I test the length of my leash again, crawling toward the pool. I’m a few yards short of the edge. It feels so strange to be unencumbered by a diaper after all thistime. I like the freedom, but I hate my naked body being on display.
I can feel Daddy’s gaze on me. He’s watching my every move. I can scent him, too. It’s powerful, even from this distance. It makes my pussy leak down my thighs, and he knows that. In an odd twist, that fact makes me feel powerful. I’m attractive to him, and he’s enjoying staring at me.
I also want to scream at the injustice of my reality, but my conflicting thoughts also suggest that I’m such an important possession that my Daddy simply wants me safe. He won’t let me stand, not because he’s mean, but because he’s afraid I will fall.
Why am I rationalizing his actions?
You’re a prisoner, I remind myself.Chained to an eye hook. You’re wearing a collar.
I crawl over to the sandbox. Curiosity about its contents lures me. I don’t look back at Daddy because I’m on a mission. I don’t want him to distract me with his intensity that magnetically will call me to come over to him.
I need this. I need the separation and space. My head isn’t clearer, but I want it to be. Let him look at my naked bottom. He can probably see my dripping pussy, too. And the way my breasts sway with my every move.
When I reach the sandbox, I lean over the side and touch it. A smile spreads across my face. Daddy can’t see it because my butt is all he’s getting right now. That’s okay. A private moment of my own joy is special.
So soft…
It’s infuriating that I’m totally naked. I can’t stop thinking about that. But I climb over the short side that keeps the sand in and sit in the middle of the box. There are toys inside. Colorful pails and shovels and rakes. Implements similar to what I used in the garden on the space station, but these are plastic.
I lift the sand and run my fingers through it, enjoying the texture. It’s sticking to my sunscreen. I’m a mess. I don’t care. Not my problem.
