“Okay. Thank you.”
Yamal removes the leads from my chest next. “I can take the catheter out or leave it in. Either way, she won’t have control over her bladder for a few hours. She’ll wet herself without any assistance.”
“I think you can take it out. I doubt she’ll be as rebellious in a few hours.”
“You can take a second catheter kit in case you need it later. And I’ll give you a bottle of pills so you can also immobilize her again, if necessary.”
“Thanks.”
I stare at the ceiling as Yamal removes the stupid tube from my pee-pee hole. Daddy takes over from there, carefully rubbing ointment into every inch of my skin, making sure I stay aroused the entire time.
When the doctor pulls the stupid tube out of my nose, I cough several times. At least my body is able to come up with one reasonable reaction. I would curse both of them out if I had my voice, but something tells me that will never happen.
Daddy has made his point. If I choose to sulk and defy him, he will calmly subdue me with drugs. It’s underhandedand infuriating, but it’s also going to work. I don’t want to be immobilized like this ever again.
It takes Daddy a few minutes to put my jammies on since I can’t lift a single limb to help him. Finally, he snaps the secure leash to my neck before adding the other end to his wrist. He gently scoops me into his arms and thanks Yamal one more time.
I’m still paralyzed when we return to his office, and I’m relieved when he releases my leash and carefully settles me into the kennel. At least he won’t be annoying me while I regain my mobility. I wonder how long that will take.
THIRTEEN
It turns out the muscle relaxant lasts forhours. I stare at the top of the kennel for most of the time. Even when my hands and feet begin to tingle, it’s a struggle to move them. I wet myself several times, unable to control my bladder.
I’m anxious because Daddy didn’t give me my pacifier. I assume that’s because he was concerned about my airway being obstructed. He doesn’t put the cloth back over my kennel, and he looks in my direction often.
After a long time, he turns toward me and leans back in his chair.
I’m still not verbal, but even if I were, I wouldn’t say anything. I’m harboring a new level of mad.
He starts speaking in his usual calm voice. “The kibble is especially designed to ensure you won’t have any allergic reactions. It would be remiss of me to feed you regular foods from our planet. I would be responsible if you had a severe reaction to anything new.
“Our scientists developed both the formula and the kibble to provide nourishment to any beings we bring here from other planets. The fact that you find the two foods so insulting isconfusing to me, and I’m having a hard time understanding your reaction.”
I continue to stare at the top of my cage, mostly because it’s my only option. Maybe I could move my head toward him, but I haven’t tested that theory, and I don’t plan to yet.
“The kennel is for your safety. It’s non-negotiable. I need to know you’re safe while I’m working. I would be too distracted if you were crawling around in this space with so many of my fellow coworkers hovering close by.”
He’s not going to talk me into accepting this cage.
“You will go in there every single day while I’m working and entertain yourself politely and quietly. You will eat what I provide you and use your diapers. If not, I won’t hesitate to sedate you either by the method I used today or the one I used the first few days you were on Venkoria. If you enjoy being unconscious or immobilized, keep up your naughty behavior.”
Darn him. He’s so rigid. Would he really put that muscle relaxant in my bottom every day of my life if I defied him? Do I want to find out?
“The reason I covered your kennel with the black cloth was to keep people from looking at you. My coworkers and guests are very curious about you, and I don’t like it. I find I’m annoyed when people stare at you. You’re mine.Mypet. They can keep their ogling eyes to themselves.”
That last little sentence is unexpected. He’s so possessive of me. It makes me feel oddly cherished. The fact that he doesn’t like anyone looking at me is kind of sweet. It’s not rational, but it’s sweet.
“The reason I turned off your translator was so that you could focus on your e-reader without being bored by any discussions I’m having with a coworker. It wasn’t meant to infuriate you, though I may at times turn it off so you won’t know what I’m saying.”
I manage to purse my lips. It was thoughtful of him not to bore me.
“There are a lot of non-negotiables in your new life, Little pet. Arguing with me will get you nowhere. I don’t mind spanking you every day if you insist. I also won’t hesitate to fondle your pretty pussy without letting you come. I enjoy the scent of your arousal filling the room. In addition, it pleases me that I’m the only one who finds your essence so intoxicating. No one else seems to notice it. I assume the injection you were given caused that. It has had powerful effects that I enjoy.”
I’m glad he’s so pleased, I think in the most sarcastic tone I’ve ever used, even in my head.
“It’s late. Most of my coworkers have gone home. We’re going to do the same. When we get home, you can spend some time on the floor in the living room, where I can keep an eye on you while you regain your strength. Eventually, you’ll be able to roll over and then crawl.”
Daddy is very careful once again as he lifts me from the cage and cradles me in his arms. He takes extra care to support my head, which is good since I don’t have the strength back to hold it up on my own yet.