Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
I know now it’s a pacifier. I’ve been sucking it nearly constantly since then. I don’t like to release it, even though Lasim only pulls it out of my mouth when it’s time to give me a bottle.
He holds me a lot. I’m aware of him rocking me after he feeds me, but I can’t keep my eyes open. He lays me on this bed when my diapers are full and carefully cleans me. In between, he sets me in a strange enclosure that reminds me of a baby crib, but this crib doesn’t just have slats on the sides. It has bars across the top, too.
I’m not stupid. It’s a cage, not unlike the one I found myself in when I first arrived.
Lasim never puts clothes on me, but he does bundle me up in a soft blanket that keeps me warm. Otherwise, his home is cold. I know this because when I wiggle free of the covers, I get chilly and start whining involuntarily.
I’ve been reduced to an infant.
For the first time in days, I’m slightly more alert as he lowers me to his bed and removes my diaper. Every time he takes it off, I’m reminded of that torturous vibrator he used on me. That’s what they called it. A vibrator. And it makes sense, since that’s what it did. It vibrated against my pussy, causing me to fly out of my body.
I remember the pleasure, and that it was too much. I hope he didn’t bring that evil thing home with us.
Lasim takes my pacifier away, holds my knees open, and stares into my eyes as I awaken fully and focus on him.
I lick my lips, already missing the constant suckling, but not willing to admit how addicted I am to the stupid babyish device.
“I’ve been giving you smaller doses of the sedative each time, Little pet. I’m going to stop those particular pills altogether now, but only if you behave.”
I sniffle, uncertain if I even want to come off the sleeping pills. It’s kind of blissful not being responsible for my plight.
“It’s time for you to learn your place and make a conscious decision to be an obedient Little pet.”
A whimper escapes my lips. I don’t want to be a pet. I don’t think I can give up my autonomy, like he’s suggesting. He has probably saved my life by purchasing me from that failing space station, but would I rather be dead than live the rest of my life as a caged pet? I’m not sure.
“If you can be a good pet and prove to me that you’re willing to abide by my rules, I’ll gradually grant you more freedom. If you’re naughty and argue with me, I’ll go back to keeping you sedated. We can go through this process over and over until you decide to stop fighting me.”
I don’t want to cry, but it’s hard to keep my emotions at bay. All I can do is hold my breath and will the tears not to fall.
He smiles, which seems incongruent with what he’s offering me. He’s blackmailing me into obeying. Emotional blackmail. I don’t like it. Rubbing my inner thighs, he says, “Do you think you can be a good Little pet?”
I bite my lip and stare at him before finally deciding to give in. For now. I don’t think I want him to put me to sleep again. “Yes, Daddy.”
He grins wider, then surprises me when he bends and kisses my pussy. He hasn’t touched me intimately like that since we arrived at his home. He groans as he lifts his head. “Your scent is intoxicating. The bond between us has been increasing with every passing hour. You’ve probably been unconscious too often to realize it. I want to eat your cunt until you scream.”
I shudder. Never in my life have I heard of men putting their mouths on women’s private parts. It’s such a foreign concept that the thought of it is enough to make me blush. But I also crave his lips and tongue down there, probably because he’s right. I’ve grown more and more addicted to him.
He cleans me up as usual, puts a fresh diaper on me, and then holds up something new. I think it’s something for me to wear, and that simple gesture has me feeling happier for the first time in days.
“The other pet owners said their Little pets enjoyed having these. Jammies? I think that’s what they called them.”
A giggle escapes. “Babies wear those.”
He shrugs. “Do you want to try them on or not?”
I nod. “Yes, Daddy.” I need to behave if it’s going to earn me clothes. I don’t want to spend my entire life naked so that everyone I encounter can see my breasts.
Lasim guides my feet into the jammies. He has to lift me a few inches to get the soft material under me, but eventually he manages to tuck both my arms in and zip up the front.