“Maybe after you learn your tricks, I’ll feed you out of my palm, so I can feel your tongue on my hand all the time,” Daddy purrs.
“Daddy,” I whine.
“I think you like the idea.” Daddy locks eyes with me. “Maybe we’ll do that in a couple of days. But for now, we are going to learn the tricks.”
I push my bottom lip out as I look up at him. I don’t want to learn the tricks right now. I want Daddy to allow me to eat out of his hands and feel this all over again. I want him to touch me.
I suck in a breath and look away from him. How can I think of something like that? I have never thought of Daddy touching me or doing it myself.
“What did you just think?” Daddy asks.
I shake my head. No. I can’t tell him.
“Come on, Little Pet. Tell Daddy what you just thought,” he tells me. “I want to hear why you gasped, and your cheeks got all red.”
I shake my head once more, looking away from Daddy.
“I think I know what it is.” He leans forward and whispers in my ear, “I think you want me to touch you and give you pleasure. I think you are turned on right now and don’t know what to do with the feeling. I think you desperately want to find your release.”
I clench my fists and take a deep breath. How did he know?
“If you are a good girl and follow my commands, I will give you all the pleasure you want.” He nibbles on my ear. “What do you say?”
“Is that okay?” I can’t help but ask.
Daddy chuckles. “Of course it is. The pleasure I give you is a good thing. It’s not dirty.”
“I think I want it?” It comes out as a question.
Daddy cups my face and pecks my lips. “We can try. If you don’t like it, then we can stop. But I have a feeling that you are going to love it.”
Daddy lets go of my face and chuckles as he gazes down at me.
“Now, the first one is sitting.” He gets down to business. “I want you to stand on all fours, and when I tell you to sit, I want you to sit on your bottom.”
I do as he says. How humiliating would this be if all the other girls on the space station saw me learning tricks? I can’t even imagine the teasing I would get for actually following what Daddy says.
“Sit,” he commands.
I find myself sitting down, and my eyes immediately go to his hand, where I licked the treat from before. Is he going to make me do it again?
“Such a good Little Pet,” he praises me and holds out a treat. “Lick my fingers and take it.”
I press my legs together around the diaper and lean forward, wrapping my tongue around his fingers before scooping up the treat and pulling away from him. I can feel my face heat up even more as we lock eyes with each other. How long am I going to be able to do this before I beg him to give me the pleasure he was talking about?
“Get back up on all fours,” he says. “Now, sit.”
I do it once again and take the treat from his hand once again, feeling myself getting turned on even more.
“Daddy,” I whimper as I take a deep breath in.
There is no way I am going to survive this. Not with how Daddy is looking at me or having me take the treats from his hands.
“I know, Little Pet,” he murmurs.
“Please, Daddy,” I beg him. “I can’t do this anymore. I need… I need something.”
I need him to touch me, but I can’t bring myself to say those words. We briefly talked about what happened on the space station, how babies were born, but we’ve never experienced something like that before. There were no males on the space station and no privacy to touch ourselves… Unless you wanted to get caught by some of the other girls.
