“Tell me about it. I want to know and learn about what you lived like before,” he insists.
Sighing, I look over at him, and he places a hand on my stomach, settling me.
“They had us do chores every day. Some people had more chores than others. It was all based on how wealthy our parents were before we got placed on the space station. I was one ofthe unlucky ones who had to do a lot of chores. Cleaning the bathrooms, cleaning rooms, making sure dishes were done, or gathering laundry from other girls,” I explain. “Every day, I was so exhausted that I passed out in my bed. Sometimes, I wouldn’t eat because of how tired I was. I knew I should get up, but I never had the strength to do it.”
The look of horror on Daddy’s face as I explain what I went through.
He kisses my lips before pulling away, his hand still on my stomach. “You never have to work another day in your life. You can just rely on me and I’ll do everything for you.”
“I don’t know,” I whisper. “I don’t know if I can get used to that. Daddy rubs his thumbs across my cheeks. “You might surprise yourself. Never say never. Now, let’s get you into bed. We have a lot to do tomorrow.”
EIGHT
Pushing myself up on my knees and forearms, I look over at Daddy.
“Come on, Little pet. You can do it,” Daddy encourages me.
“I don’t want to,” I tell him. “I don’t see the point in me crawling. It’s not like you are going to allow me to crawl or walk on my own.”
“When I’m not home or when I’m sitting, and you want to come to me, you’ll have to crawl. In my office, you’ll have to crawl to me. You won’t be able to walk with the gravity here,” he explains. “So you need get used to to crawling.”
I continue to be my knees and hands as I look at him. How humiliating is this?
“If you’re a good girl, you’ll get a treat and a belly rub,” he says. “I know how much you liked the belly rub you got the other day.”
Cheeks heating, I look down at my hands. I did really like it when he rubbed my belly and just had his hand there in general. It grounded me in a way and made me feel closer to him than I had before.
Clenching my teeth, I slowly start to crawl toward Daddy.
“Such a good girl,” he whispered as I got closer to him. “We are going to practice that more and more.”
“Perfect,” I grumble.
“Lie down,” Daddy commands. “On your back.”
I lay down on my back in front of his feet, and Daddy bends down, placing his hand on my stomach as he gently rubs. Closing my eyes, my whole body starts to relax.
“Open your mouth. Daddy is going to give you some kibble,” he says.
I hold my tongue out just the way he likes it and feel him place the small pebbles on my tongue.
“Such a good girl,” he praises me. “My good Little Pet.”
I don’t know how long I lie there, getting my stomach rubbed, but I never want him to stop. I wanted him to continue for the rest of my life.“Daddy has to go to work today. Do you want to come with me, or do you want to stay here?” he asks.
I look up at him from my kennel and back down at my diaper. He just fed me a full bottle. I know I am going to have to go to the bathroom very soon.
I still haven’t gotten over the humiliation every single time he changes my diaper. I haven’t gotten used to his vibrating tongue and the praise and pleasure he gives me every single time I do something so simple… like using my diaper or drinking the whole bottle.
“Diaper?” I ask.
“If you stay here, you will stay in a wet diaper for some time. Unless you want Yamal to come over and change it for you,” he offers. “But if you don’t want that, you can come with me to work. I’ll change it whenever you use it, if I have time.”
I look down at my hands, weighing up each option. Which one do I want to do?
I don’t really want to go with him to his work since I know there will be other Venkorians there, but at the same time, Idon’t want to stay here and be in a wet diaper for however long he is gone. And I definitely don’t want Yamal to change my diaper for me.
I shiver at the thought of Yamal. He has yet to come over to get a pee sample from me, and it’s been on my mind. Daddy and Yamal talked about doing something else as well, and I’ve been trying to figure out what it could be.
