Page 22 of Albel

“Why would I lie down if someone was coming after me? Shouldn’t I run?” I tilt my head to the side.

“You can’t run on Venkoria. Your body isn’t used to the gravity, and I don’t think it ever will,” he says. “But what if we were outside and you were crawling and I told you to sit so that you didn’t get hit with something flying by? If you didn’t sit, then you would have gotten hurt.”

“Is that actually going to happen?”

Daddy chuckles. “It was just something made up. I hope nothing happens, but on the off-chance that it does, I want you to obey whenever I tell you to do something.”

“I don’t think that’s fair. Not when I tell you I want pleasure. You tell me no a lot of the time,” I grumble.

There have been so many times that I’ve been turned on, and Daddy tells me he can’t give me any pleasure at that moment. It’s a crime, if you ask me.

“It’s because those times we’ve always had something right after, and I want to make sure that you are well satisfied,” Daddy replies. “And if I just get you off quickly, I’m worried you’ll be even more tempted to touch yourself. And then you’ll get a plug in your bottom, and you won’t be able to have any pleasure.”

He does have a point there, but I’m not going to let him know that.

“Now, let’s learn some tricks. We are going to crawl around the living room, and when I tell you a command, I want you to do it right there without hesitating. Do you think you can do that?” Daddy asks.

“Do I get anything if I do it right away?” I fire back.

“If you’re a good Little Pet and do it the first time without hesitating, then you may get something,” he replies.

“Pleasure?” I ask.

Daddy shrugs. “Maybe, maybe not. Daddy doesn’t want you to become a pleasure demon and only want that. I don’t want you to expect pleasure after you’ve done something good.”

Pushing my bottom lip out, I look away. But what if I only want pleasure when I do something good?

“Come on. Let’s get crawling,” Daddy says and stands up.

I start to crawl right next to Daddy, not thinking about anything.

“Lie down,” Daddy commands.

It takes me several seconds to recognize the command and do it.

“Such a good Little Pet. You were a little slow, but we are going to get faster at it,” Daddy says. “Stand up.”

I do as he says and start crawling once again, feeling a little wobbly as I crawl for a while. He knows that this tires me out, and after I just want to snuggle in his arms and fall asleep, but he deems it necessary.

“Stop,” Daddy says, and I stop. “Sit.”

Sitting down, I take a deep breath and slowly let it out. Everything in me wants to just fall onto the ground and relax, but I know that’s probably going to end up with me in trouble, and I don’t want that.

“Such a good Little Pet,” Daddy praises me.

We do this for several more minutes before I look up and beg him to stop, needing a break. I’m afraid my legs and arms are going to give out, and I’m going to fall flat on my face and end up with a bloody nose.

“All right, Little Pet. You’re okay,” Daddy whispers. “All is okay.”

I snuggle into Daddy’s chest after he picks me up, completely exhausted and happy to be in his arms.

“I was going to take you to the playground, but maybe you need a nap first,” Daddy gently says.

Pulling back slightly, I look up at Daddy. “Playground?”

Daddy nods. “We have a playground here. I thought about bringing you out there and letting you go on the swing. But I’m worried you won’t be able to keep your head upright now and you’ll get hurt. So we’ll go after your nap.”

I don’t have it in me to argue with him because, frankly, he’s right. I’m also worried that I won’t be able to keep my head up, and I’ll end up hitting it on something.