Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
I suck my pacifier hard while he moves around the room. My heart rate picks up when he removes his clothes. His body is magnificent. He turns off the lights and climbs into bed on the other side. My arms will fit through the slats in my kennel, but I wouldn’t be able to reach him. He’s too far away.
My eyes grow heavy. I fight sleep, but I suspect the pills he put in my bottom are making me tired. I want to keep looking at my Daddy, but I succumb to sleep.
TEN
A week later…
Today is the day.
Daddy has ordered clothes for me, and they’re coming today. He relented because I’m always so cold. I shiver when he’s not holding me, especially when I’m naked or wearing nothing but a diaper.
In order to keep me from trembling all the time, Daddy turned up the heat in the apartment and started wearing fewer clothes himself. But he says that’s not sustainable long-term. He can’t be half-clothed when people come over.
I’m not sure how often people used to come to his apartment before he bought me, but the only people who have come since I arrived were Lasim on the first day and Yamal three times.
I’m not fond of being poked and prodded by the doctor, but Daddy says it’s necessary. He’s concerned about my health. Obsessed about it. He’s equally worried about my safety, which is why I’m still not permitted to stand, and I suspect he would spank my bottom until it was bleeding if I ever climbed onto the furniture.
I wasn’t pleased when two more kennels arrived one day. Daddy keeps one in the living room and the other next to his desk in his home office. He works in there a lot, and I’m expected to be very quiet when he’s working.
There’s another reason why Daddy has had clothes specially made for me. He’s planning to start taking me to his real office this afternoon. It’s in this same building on a higher floor, and I have anxiety about leaving this apartment. I don’t want people staring at me.
I certainly don’t want anyone to see me naked, so I’m grateful for the clothing that’s coming. Part of the reason he’s going to let me wear clothes out of the house is to keep me from shivering, but I suspect he does not want to share my naked body with others, and I’m glad of that.
When a knock sounds at the door, I get excited. I’m in the kitchen on my hands and knees at Daddy’s side because most of the time I follow him around the house like I assume puppies used to on Earth. He insists on keeping me next to him. I’m so trained at heeling that I automatically rise onto my hands and knees as soon as he stands from any seat.
“Kennel,” Daddy orders as we move out of the kitchen.
I’m not surprised. Daddy always kennels me when someone comes to the door, even if he knows who he’s expecting. He doesn’t like me to be loose in the house when he opens the door.
I trot over and into my cage, curling up under my blanket while he locks the kennel door.
“Pacifier, Little pet.”
I pop it into my mouth. This is his way of telling me I’m not to speak to whoever is at the door. I’m no longer as upset by the kennel, especially this one in the living room. I know it’s for my protection. I feel safer inside it, and warmer because I can cover my body with the soft blankets.
A man I do not know comes in. He’s wearing khaki. He has a large package with him, and he looks around the room. He spots my kennel, but he can’t see much with me curled up under the cover. Daddy takes the package, thanks him, and shows him out. The entire exchange is quick.
Daddy sets the package on the table in the middle of the room before letting me out of the kennel.
I’m surprised by the size of it. How many clothes did he get me? I’m excited, too. I can’t wait to see what he has had made. Whatever’s in there, he made the request himself. He took my measurements one day and then ordered these things to be made.
“Come, Little pet. Let’s get some clothes on you.” He’s smiling as I follow him toward the box. It’s above my head, so even when he opens it, I can’t see inside.
“Sit.”
I obey like the good pet he’s turning me into. I don’t even remove my pacifier because he hasn’t given me permission to. He’ll take it out when he wants me to have my voice back.
Daddy rustles around in the box before finally pulling out a garment.
My eyes are wide as he holds it up. It’s two pieces of soft pink material. It looks like the kind of footed pajamas humans put on babies. The next thing I notice is that there’s something printed on the material.