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He chuckles. “It’s a good thing you’re cute, Little pet. Don’t get any ideas, thinking you can con me into doing your bidding all the time. Just because I’m going to allow you this request does not mean I will grant all your wishes, understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And I expect you to obey me at all times. No whining or arguing when things don’t go your way.”

“Yes, Sir.” I’ll do just about anything for him to let me continue to hold the marn. I think she likes me. Already I’m worried he will take her away when it’s time to go back to his apartment. Even the shorgs didn’t sleep in his apartment last night, and they’re his personal pets.

Daddy releases the chain from the floor and my chest. He reaches in to scoop the marn out of my arms and then grabs Juju. “Come, Little pet.”

I crawl out of the kennel, my arms and legs stiff from the cramped space. I’m unreasonably nervous that I’m not chained to anything. My thoughts on being restrained have altered somewhat in the past several hours. I look around the room, worrying about my security.

It feels weird to not be chained or leashed. I’ve grown used to the heavy weight either extending from my neck or between my breasts. Also, I’m naked. Not just naked; my body is framed by the harness. It’s pushing my breasts up and pulling my thighs open.

I shudder as I glance around again. The only beings in the room right now are of the four-legged variety. But when will someone else walk in?

When we reach my bed, Daddy squats to set the marns on the soft pillow before turning to me. He pets my head. My hair is even wilder than before. It hangs all around me. “Do you want to use a litter box or a diaper, Little pet?”

My breath hitches.

He smiles as he cups my face. “The marns use a litter box. The shorgs go outside. You can also pee outside sometimes if you’d like, but only on a leash, and I don’t want you going outside right now. You’re safer in here.”

What I want is to use a toilet like I have done most of my life. It’s ridiculous that Daddy won’t let me pee like the human being I am.

“Do Venkorian women use diapers and litterboxes?”

Daddy smirks. “No, Little pet. They do not. But you are not a Venkorian, Rava. You’re an alien on this planet; a pet I bought. You will not be my equal, Rava. Never. You are a possession—one I intend to take good care of.” He grips my chin and leans in closer, so his face is inches from mine. “You are small and fragile. You will not have privacy. The sooner you accept that, the better.”

I grit my teeth and force the tears to remain at bay.

Daddy turns to the side, picks up a leash, and attaches it to my collar.

The tension in my face relaxes as soon as I’m secured to the heavy chain.

Daddy rises, gripping the leash, and gives a tug. “Come.”

I trot alongside him, staying close to his leg, frustrated with myself for finding comfort in the degrading attachment. When we reach the corner of the room, I stop short, causing my collar to pull hard on my neck.

Daddy points toward the box in front of me. “I think you need a new lesson, Little pet. Straddle the litter box and squat down low.”

My instinct is to fight him on this. I can’t help myself. I pull back, trying to put some distance between myself and that stupid box.

Daddy leans around to swat my naked bottom hard enough to cause me to yelp. His voice is calm when he says, “Do you need another?”

“No, Daddy,” I whimper. My heart races as I inch toward the stupid box. This is more humiliating than anything else he’s made me do so far. I think it’s because it involves bodily functions that are meant to be private. Using a diaper is demeaning, but at least no one can see me doing so. I can’t stand the idea of anyone watching me pee. And worse… I shudder.

“Rava…” he warns.

I whimper and lift one knee over to the other side of the litter box. It’s narrow enough for me to straddle it.

“Come onto your feet, Little pet. In a squatting position. Keep your bottom low.” There’s a bar on a stand against the wall, and Daddy swings it around so it’s directly in front of me. A low bar supported by two others on each end.

“Grab the bar with both hands, naughty girl. It will help you balance while you pee.”

I’m quivering as I reach up and wrap my fingers around the bar. Now that I’m in the squatting position Daddy insisted on, the bar is slightly above my head. Grabbing it does give me leverage, but it also makes me feel more exposed. My breasts sway heavily in front of me.

I need to pee so badly. Something about the litter box’s existence between my spread thighs is making me suddenly desperate to urinate.

Daddy pets my head. “Take a deep breath, Little pet. Long and slow.”