“Yes, Daddy.” I lean into his hand.
Will there be another time like this? Will I even be able to bring myself to call out for them to contact Daddy? I don’t want him to be disappointed in me.
“How about I feed you, and then you can take a nap,” Daddy suggests.
I shake my head. “I don’t want to fall asleep while you are here.”
“Then how about we learn some tricks?” He places me on the ground.
“I don’t want to do that, either,” I mutter and look away from Daddy.
Daddy hums and stands. “Even more of a reason to do it. I told you that you were going to learn some tricks. Some of them will be important when we have people visit us.”
“How?” I ask, sitting on my bottom and looking up at him.
“It will show your manners, and it will also show I trained you well,” he replies.
“What kind of tricks?” I ask.
“What do you think they are going to be?” Daddy asks as he walks over to the kitchen and grabs a jar from the cupboard.
I try to remember all the videos I saw of animals back on the space station. But the more I think about it, the less I can actually remember,
“I don’t know,” I whisper and look away.
Is he going to think I am dumb for not being able to answer that? I know what pets are and what they mean to humans, but I’ve never had one. We didn’t have them on the space station, no matter how much people wanted them. There was no way to get them.
“I am going to teach you how to sit on command, lie down on command, go to your kennel when I tell you to, and roll over,” Daddy says as he sits back on the couch.
My mouth falls open as I look at him. Daddy can’t possibly be serious about what he wants to teach me. Does he really think I am going to do that?
“If you follow my command, I’ll give you a little treat.” He holds up the jar. “Just while we are learning.”
I look at the small pieces of food in the jar and lick my lips. When was the last time I had solid food?
“What do those taste like?” I ask. “How do you know that I am going to like those? What if I don’t? Then there will be no incentive for me to do it.”
Daddy chuckles. “Smart, Little Pet. Do you want to try one before to see whether you like them? If you don’t, I can come up with something else, but I think you are going to enjoy these treats.”
I crawl over to Daddy and open my mouth, waiting for him to plop one in.
“I think you should eat out of my hand this time,” Daddy says as he holds one of the balls in his palm. “Use your tongue, and make sure that you lick my hand to get off everything.”
My cheeks go red, and I look at the ground. Did he really say to do that?
“Come on, Little Pet. I can see from how red your cheeks are that you like the thought of doing things like this,” he gently says. “I want to be able to feel your tongue on my palm.”
I suck in a deep breath and nod at Daddy, but I can’t look him in the eyes. He still hasn’t fed me the same way he did before, but this feels exactly the same, intimate.
Daddy lowers his hands, and I see the little treat in the middle of his palm. Sticking my tongue out, I lean forward and lick Daddy’s hand, scooping up the treat and slowly chewing on it.
Daddy leans back onto the couch and moans, and my eyes go wide.
THIRTEEN
“Daddy loves the feeling of you eating out of my palm,” he groans before taking a deep breath and looking at me. “Gives me the same feelings as when I used to feed you by kissing you and dribbling the liquid into .”
I clench my legs together around the bulk of my diaper between my legs. Everything in me wants to rip off the diaper and rub my thighs together to continue to feel like this.
