Page 34 of Vabar

I do so, inhaling because I assume it will calm me. Instead, something else happens. The urge to pee increases.

Daddy cups my face gently. “Good girl. Do it again. Another slow inhale.”

I stare at him while I breathe deeply. It’s irrational, but I think there’s a substance in the litter causing the pressure in my bladder to increase.

“Daddy…”

“Again, Little pet. Inhale through your nose.”

As I do so, I can no longer control my bladder. I shudder as pee streams out of me into the litter. It doesn’t make much sound, but I’m well-aware of it.

Daddy moves his hands to my inner thighs and parts my folds with his thumbs. “Good girl. Let it all out,” he praises as he slides his hands up my waist and cups my breasts. His thumbs stroke my nipples. “Such a good girl. Let it feel good. I can smell your arousal. Your pussy creams when you obey me. Don’t fight it. That sensation will grow with every passing hour. The urge to obey my commands will never go away. The need to please me. The strong desire to do as you’re told because the rewards will always make it worthwhile.”

I stare at him while urine streams out of me, and Daddy strokes my nipples the entire time.

He leans forward as I finish and kisses me. “Fuck, you’re precious.”

Pride swells inside me. There’s no greater feeling in the universe than the one I get when Daddy is pleased with me. I would use a litter box all the time if it causes him to smile at me the way he is right now.

If I’m not mistaken, I can smell his arousal, too. And there’s no doubt in my mind whatsoever that the litter has a luring scent. It’s distinct and definitive.

Daddy grabs a wipe from a shelf next to the box, and he reaches between my open thighs to clean my pussy. His eyes stay locked on mine as he does so, telling me so much with nothing but a look.

I’m his. I will obey him or be punished. When I obey him, I will be rewarded.

“Back on your knees, Little pet,” he demands when he releases me and rises. “Bed.”

Most of my anger has eased as I prance alongside Daddy toward my pet pillow.

The marn is standing on the bed on wobbly legs. She’s looking over the edge as if pondering the possibility of jumping down. It’s funny because it’s only a few inches, but she’s so tiny that to her it feels far.

“Sit,” Daddy commands as I crawl onto the pet bed. He attaches my leash to the eye hook in the floor. The length is just long enough to allow me to sit upright. Not an inch extra.

I watch as Daddy feeds the shorgs, who are patiently waiting. Neither of them growled or barked while they waited for the fiasco with the litter box.

“Do the marns use that box, too?” I ask.

Daddy shakes his head as he puts a scoop of food in my bowl. “No, Little pet. They have their own litter boxes. Yours is scented to lure a human. Theirs lures marns.”

I glance toward the litter box. I can’t believe I peed in that. I also can’t believe I’m still naked. Perhaps it would have been in my best interest to have chosen to wear a diaper instead of using the box, but I suppose that was always the plan.

Daddy sets a bottle next to my food dish, and then he hands me a tiny bottle for the marn.

This excites me. Taking care of the marn makes me so happy that it might even be worthwhile to do anything he asks of me. How much more can there be? I think he has instituted every possible means of humiliation known to affect human beings. How could I ever be more embarrassed?

SEVENTEEN

Ignoring my own food, I sit with my legs outstretched on the pillow and pat my lap. At least when she’s sitting on my thighs or between them, she covers my pussy. It’s one thing to have my breasts exposed. It’s another thing altogether to have my entire bottom and pussy bare. “Climb up here, sweet marn.” I wiggle her bottle in the air.

She seems to know what I’m holding, and she crawls onto my lap, tipping her small head back and opening her little mouth.

My heart is full as I watch her suck down the bottle. She’s so adorable, and that scares me. I’m growing attached to her. It’s not a good idea.

When she’s finished, she stares at me for a moment as though I’m holding out on her, and then she sighs and curls up on my lap.

I pick up my own bottle and drink it down. I was hungry, so hungry that I start scarfing the kibble next.

Daddy comes over and lifts his brow. “Slow down, Little pet. I won’t let you have the kibble if you’re going to stuff it in so fast that you choke.”