Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Up was fun.
“I must decline that request, my little human.” Daddy sighed as he finished leading me to the car. “You must stay upright with feet on the ground. Climbing me or the cart is not safe. The cart moves, my Dane.”
But Daddy would keep me safe.
I petted the tentacle that was my walking seat belt. “You’d make sure I didn’t fall.”
For some reason, he sighed again. “I would, my little human.”
So he knew I was right but still wasn’t going to let me climb over him and get the cereal? That seemed kind of mean.
I was going to tell him that as I pouted to make sure he knew I was sad, but he distracted me.
“If you are a good boy as we drive home, I will provide you with a snack and a distraction.” Daddy made that sound like a good deal but what distraction?
Before I could ask, he made the car appear and buckled me in as fast as he could. “Remaining stationary while I relocate the groceries is a requirement for your distraction.”
Shoot.
I stopped pushing the seat belt away from me and nodded, looking like the best boy ever. “Yes, Daddy.”
Once I figured out what my distraction was then I’d decide if I should keep pouting.
Daddy frowned, cocking his head. “Is your ability to modify your behavior so quickly part of human innate idiosyncrasies or an aspect of your particular type of submission?”
Huh?
Did that mean I wasn’t going to get my distraction?
“Never mind.” Patting my lap, Daddy looked very stern and Daddy-like. “The seat belt will remain on for your safety.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Only good boys got distractions. “I’m your good boy.”
“That is…” Daddy went back to shaking his head as he shut the door and finished putting the groceries in the back of the car.
He was mumbling so much, it sounded like he needed a distraction, so I was very helpful when he got back in the car to take us home. “Did you know good boys get dessert too? Evan said so. He also said that he liked helping his friends, so he talked to you about making your human submissive happy. And he was happy you found a little. He thinks they’re cute. He didn’t say if it was sweet cute or naughty cute, though.”
As I told Daddy all about my lunch with Evan and Aristotle, he drove us home and was a good listener and I was a good distraction. I was so good we got home super-fast. “And then he said…oh, we’re here.”
“Yes, we are.” Daddy climbed out of the car and walked around to help me out and I was so good I waited.
That definitely meant I should get dessert.
“I was very good, Daddy.” I wanted to make sure he knew that, so I didn’t make him figure it out on his own. “Very good. I was helpful too.”
Daddy nodded and his seat belt tentacle steered me toward the back of the car. “Yes, my little human. You were very helpful and you were safe. You kept the seat belt firmly in place.”
Yes, because I was so good, I was going to get a big dessert.
“I can help.” As Daddy opened up the back of the car, he sighed.
Daddy did that a lot sometimes.
He was so smart, he picked out his favorite humanism things really fast and did them so good.
“You may carry one item, my little human.” Daddy kept his serious face on as he handed me the bag with my cereal and hot chocolate in it. “However. You must use the handrail as you ascend the stairs and you must be very careful to stay close to me.”
Rail.
Close.
I stood straighter and nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”
For some reason that made him giggle.
He was so funny.
“I can help again too.” Sometimes I had to go up and down the stairs a thousand million times to bring in all the groceries.
I was being helpful again but he looked confused as he reached in to grab the bags. “Once will be sufficient.”
Daddy was magic.
He had bags everywhere.
We were going to do grocery time in one trip?
Magic.
And he still had one limb free to wrap around me as we went upstairs.
But I was so good I didn’t tell him that I didn’t need it. I let him keep me safe and didn’t even drop my bag when we got to the kitchen. “All done.”
Kind of.
Daddy chuckled. “Are you indicating that it is time for your snack and distraction?”
Yes.
“I’m very patient, Daddy.” And I kept my feet on the floor as I pulled out the box of cereal. “I’ll just put this on the table so we won’t lose it.”
“Do you often lose groceries that have been recently acquired, little human?” Daddy watched me as I carefully carried it over to the table with two hands. He looked like he thought it was slightly suspicious, so I smiled big.