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 feel very uneasy about this conversation. The permanence of it is upsetting. All these leashes and hooks and kennels… Will Daddy ever stop treating me like a puppy?
On the other hand, there’s my security to consider. I’m not sure whether he’s overprotective or not. It would stand to reason that when more and more Venkorian men find out that humans are not only intelligent but provide the men with sexual opportunities that many of them have not had in years, they will all want a human. It’s possible my safety could be affected.
But leashes and kennels… I shiver.
“Thank you, Vabar, I really appreciate your help. And if anything ever happens to me, you will have the ability to override my thumbprint, correct?”
“Yes. Anyone in my office has the security clearance to override your thumbprint.” Vabar nods, gathers his things, and lets himself out.
I narrow my gaze at Daddy, a question burning in my mind.
He chuckles. “My Little pet is a smart girl. You’re wondering how anyone would know if you needed help, aren’t you?”
I nod slowly. How did he figure that out?
He kisses my forehead. “I haven’t told you yet, but there’s a button under the front ring of your collar. It’s recessed so that it won’t accidentally get pushed.” He lifts my pointer and tucks it under the ring. “Feel it?”
I nod. “If you’re ever in danger or something happens to me, you push that button and someone will come to your aid immediately.”
My eyes widen. I’ve wondered several times what would happen to me if I were locked in my kennel and Daddy fell and hit his head, but I didn’t dare ask.
I slide my hand around to the back of my collar, where I know Daddy disabled my translator. Do I have the ability to turn that on and off, too?
He laughs. “It only works for the front button, naughty Little pet. Only my thumb can disable and reactivate your translator.”
I sigh. Of course.
Daddy lowers me to the floor, setting me on my hands and knees as usual. He pats my bottom. “Kennel, Little pet. I have another surprise for you.”
I crawl inside. This kennel is slightly larger than the ones at home. I see there are several items in the back. A doll makes me smile behind the pacifier. I haven’t had a doll since I was a baby, but I’m excited to have one. There are some puzzles and blocks, too. Silly things that would never hold a human adult’s interest for long, but I’m grateful.
“One more surprise, Little pet.”
I turn around in the cramped space to find Daddy hooking a bowl to the side of the cage. He adjusts it so that it’s at the same level as my mouth and then opens a container under his desk, scoops something out, and dumps it into the bowl. He bends closer to lift my chin. “Kibble. You’ll eat it with your mouth only. No hands. Prove to me that you can be obedient. People in my office will be watching.” He lifts a brow.
I nod. My stomach is in knots. I really want to eat something other than my formula, but I hadn’t expected him to make me do it without my hands.
“Remember, you’re my pet. We’ll adjust your feedings as time goes by, but for now, you’ll eat your solid foods the way pets are expected to eat.”
I nod.
“You may take your pacifier out to eat and drink but put it back in when you’re not actively doing one of those two. No speaking.”
I nod again.
“Good girl.” Daddy sets a bottle of formula in the kennel with me, closes the door, and locks it.
I take deep breaths for long minutes while he turns to his computer. I’m trembling and trying hard not to panic. Some days are harder than others. I want to please him, but every time he introduces me to something new, reminding me that I’m owned and must obey, I get anxious.
Today has been filled with new stressful additions. Jammies that a human baby would wear. Leashes in many lengths that I’m certain will limit my movement even further in the apartment. Toys for a toddler. And the most difficult thing to swallow—kibble in a bowl to be eaten like a dog.
Daddy is only doing what he thinks is best. He wasn’t prepared for me to be intelligent. He doesn’t know what to do with me. So he’s following the path he’d intended, putting into place the kind of training he would for the pet he thought he was getting.
I need to be patient with him. I hope he will come around and give me more freedom soon. If not, I might lose my mind.
After staring at the kibble for a while, I finally get too curious to be stubborn about it. I take my pacifier out. It’s attached to a ribbon around my neck so it won’t get lost. It hangs down my chest when I release it.