Page 19 of Albel

“No,” I repeat. “I don’t want anything back there.”

It was just as much pleasure when Daddy was tonguing me. Overwhelming. I knew if he played with me enough, I would be able to come.

“If it’s a hard limit, then we won’t do it, but I think you’re just worried about the pleasure,” Daddy says as he pulls his finger out.

Whimpering at the loss, I close my eyes tightly.

“I think you secretly want it but don’t want to tell Daddy,” he whispers. “But that’s okay. We won’t do anything right now. We’ll wait until you’re ready.”

Daddy puts my diaper back on and holds me close to him. I nuzzle my head into his chest and let out a sigh of contentment. His warmth seeps into my skin as he holds me close. His arms tighten around me.

Safe.

“Such a good Little Pet,” he praises me. “Let’s go feed you.”

Daddy walks up to the house and quickly makes my bottle before sitting on the couch and popping the nipple in my mouth for me to suckle on.

“The guard who attacked you was sentenced to life in prison, so you don’t have to worry about him ever again,” Daddy informs me as I completely relax into his arms.

Everything is just getting more and more perfect as the days go on. Daddy isn’t going to leave me. The bad man has been put away for life. Daddy is going to keep me impossibly close to him, and I’m here for it.

I’ve never felt this good in my life.

“Some things are going to change in the next couple of days,” Daddy continues as I suckle and drink the formula. “I’m going to teach you some more tricks, and you’re going to start crawling more. Once you’re comfortable with that, you’re going to use pee pads when you need to go to the bathroom when we are inside the house.”

EIGHT

“Come on, Little Pet. Crawl for Daddy,” he tells me.

Daddy has hooked a leash to my collar and wants me to crawl around the living room with him. But last night he told me that when I get better at crawling, I’ll have to use a pee pad. I don’t want to use one of those.

I tried telling him that the other night, but he wasn’t having any of it. He told me it wasn’t up for discussion and that, no matter what, I was going to have to use it at some point.

Now to put off crawling so I never have to use it. It’s already humiliating enough that I have to pee in the diaper, but to have to squat and pee on a puppy pad just makes it worse. Daddy told me he doesn’t see me as an animal, a pet, yet he still treats me like one. The nickname Little Pet, and having me crawl, do tricks, and eat kibble.

But I can’t help but love the nickname. I thought I never would, but each time he calls me, it gives me a sense of relief. It gives me a sense of belonging, and I have come to really love it.

“I don’t want to crawl,” I say.

“You’re going to crawl. You need to practice, so you get better,” he tells me once again.

“But then I’m going to have to use the pee pads.”

Daddy had already stuck them to the floor. One close to my kennel, the other in his room, one in the kitchen, and another in the living room. He said he’s going to change them out regularly so that I never have to worry about walking on one and it being wet. Does he expect me to poop on there as well?

I shudder at the thought.

“You’re going to have to use the pee pads, anyway. It’s a requirement in our house,” Daddy says. “If you don’t start to crawl, you’re going to end up over my lap with a hot bottom. Or maybe you want your bottom plugged instead, and then you can crawl with it inside of you.”

I quickly get onto my hands and knees and start crawling. There’s no way I want another hot bottom. Especially not when he said I could have my butt plugged as well.

Never again do I want my bottom plugged. The agony of feeling full and feeling pleasure any time I move is absolute torture.

“Such a good girl. Don’t you see it’s not that hard to crawl when you practice?” Daddy points out.

I stay quiet, not wanting to tell Daddy that he is absolutely right. I crawl around the living room and into the kitchen and back into the living room. I’m exhausted by the time we finish, and I don’t want to do anything else. Is it always going to feel like this?

The gravity is different on Venkoria than it was on the space station. I feel heavier here, and like I can’t really pick myself up as easily or move freely.