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I’m shivering. Partly because I’m suddenly cold. How could I not be? I know this room is heated for me. I’m sure Daddy turned up the heat every time he brought me in here. But that harness gives me chills.

Daddy bends to tuck my feet into the device. After dragging it up my body, he lifts me off my bottom for a moment to bring it up around my upper thighs. Then, he sticks my arms in. His brow furrows as he adjusts it, tightening it around my torso.

I’m going to hyperventilate. This is so restrictive. And it presents my breasts obscenely. Daddy lifts them several times to arrange the straps around each globe and up between them. The entire thing locks onto my collar at the front and the back.

“The material is made from an innovative substance that won’t abrade your skin but can’t be cut, even with the sharpest of knives.”

Daddy lifts my chin. “You’re sucking that pacifier as though it’s a lifeline.”

I swallow around the nipple. I am. I can’t stop.

“That’s okay, Little pet. If it gives you comfort, use it.” He pulls a ribbon out of his pocket and holds it up. It’s pink, the same color as the stuffed animal. I jerk my gaze around the room, wondering where the marn is.

Daddy smiles as he ties the ribbon to the loop on the front of my pacifier and then to one of the rings on the front of my collar. “There. If you drop it, you’ll be able to pick it up easily.”

I’m grateful—I think—but still panicking about the pink ball of fluff. I pop the pacifier out of my mouth and say, “Where’s Juju?”

Daddy frowns. “Juju?”

“The marn,” I nearly shout.

“Ohhh… You didn’t tell me you’d named her.”

How could I? The man barely lets me speak.

He swoops me off the exam table, positions me on his hip, and turns toward the counter. There sits Juju. As soon as she’s back in my arms, I hug her close. My heart settles. It’s absurd. How did I develop an attachment to a stuffed animal?

And a pacifier.

And a Daddy.

And why is my pussy pulsing with the addition of a harness?

FOURTEEN

I snuggle in close to Daddy’s chest as we reenter the main room of the shelter. Several animals are barking. The only creatures I see are shorgs. Where are the marns? I’m curious about them.

A new pet bed is next to the two I saw yesterday, and my breath hitches as Daddy heads directly for that corner and sets me on the soft surface. He immediately picks up a chain from next to the bed and attaches it to a hook between my breasts. A second chain comes from the ceiling, and Daddy snaps it onto a loop in the middle of my back.

He points toward the ceiling. “That leash is on a track. When you’re not chained to the floor, you’ll be able to crawl around the room without getting tangled up in the links.”

I whimper as he kisses my forehead. Anxiety builds at the thought of him no longer touching me. Even worse, I know he’s going to walk away.

I reach for him and grab onto his leg with one arm, setting my cheek against his knee. My heart is racing.

Daddy pets my tangled mess of hair. “You’ll be safe here, Little pet. Daddy has to work. How about when I take a break, I’ll fix your hair? Would you like that?”

I’d prefer that he not work. I’d rather we go back into his apartment and he snuggles me in his lap for the entire day.

Instead, I let out a long exhale and nod, not meeting his gaze.

“Your bed is warmed up, and there’s hot air coming out of the space heater against the wall. You should be comfortable.” He strokes a hand over my cheek and then gently lifts one of my breasts and thumbs the nipple. “I know you’re not used to being exposed like this, but I want you to keep your fingers away from your pretty little tits, understood?”

The buds get hard from his attention and his words. I nod again. I certainly don’t want him to spank my nipples in front of other people.

“Good girl.” He hesitates, bends lower to kiss behind my ear, and then rises, releasing me.

I feel his loss tremendously. Even though he’s standing next to me, I miss his touch.