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I can’t believe my loving daddy left me tied to this hook in the ground. I know he keeps saying that I have to be properly trained and all, but I’m almost eight now and it seems like he would think of me as obedient enough to trust. But then again, I remember how he seemed so worried that time I ran into the street. I guess he feels safer about me staying put when he tethers me like this. He’s a smart man and I’m sure he knows what’s best for me.

I guess what really bothers me though is how he sprayed me with the hose before tying me here and going away. I hate taking baths that way; it’s not natural. When the sun goes behind the clouds I start to shiver without the benefit of clothes. And lying down in the grass while I wait for him to come back for me is so lonely. I get so worried that someone might look over the fence and see me helpless like this. My daddy always tells me how worried he is that someone might snatch me away from him and when I’m alone like this, I can’t help but think about what some mean person might do to me. If anyone saw my embarrassing state of not even being able to run away, I would die just thinking about what they might do to me.

I think the worse thing about being tied out here in the back yard, besides worrying about someone attacking me, is that I have to go to the bathroom out here in the open and I can never get away from the smell. On hot days, it can get really bad. Since the rope he has me on is so short, I try my hardest not to poop, but occasionally I can’t help it and just have to relieve myself. That’s the reason I try never to eat the food he leaves me. Besides, it’s always something dry that won’t spoil, and I remember what happens if I accidentally knock over my water. Even if I do eat, I don’t have anything to wash it down with until daddy gets home.

I’ve learned that time goes by faster if I just lie down and try to sleep until my daddy gets back. It also takes away my fear that someone might see me like this. I remember the time one of his friends came by and saw me. I was so scared when he let himself into the backyard to get at me. I pulled away as far as the rope would allow me to go, but he just kept coming at me. He rubbed my head in such a demeaning way, but I figured if I was nice to him that he might not hurt me. I would have rather bit him to keep him away from me, but there was no telling what kind of trouble I might be in when my daddy comes home.

I bit a man once when I was a lot younger and he slapped my ass so hard and berated me for the longest time over not knowing right from wrong. He made a very stern point of telling me to never bite any of his friends ever again; no matter what they might do to invite it. But something he didn’t understand was that the man had touched me.

I really like it when my daddy holds me on my back and rubs my tummy and even tweaks my nipples. But, that’s his right; no one elses. Ever since I was little, daddy has taught me to enjoy his touch and admire his affection for me. The thought of him doing that to me makes me wonder if he really loves me as much as I do him. I can’t see how he could love me as much as I love him. He takes such good care of me.

A few years ago when he enrolled me in school, I got so confused over everything my teacher wanted me to do that I ran away. I cried so hard for him to find me, and he did, but it took so long. Luckily, I gave that school such problems that he never made me go back. He told me that he preferred me staying a wild child anyways. I loved hearing that he would never make me go back. There was a really big kid there that kept pushing me down and jumping on my back. He kept bumping his thingy into my butt and I was afraid that we would get caught by someone and punished. I know he was trying to have sex with me, but I also knew we would get a whipping if anyone caught us. One thing I learned long ago; if my daddy wants me to have sex, he will be the one to take care of me. That thought always makes me wiggle my butt.

One time he surprised me by bringing home this boy for me. It was the first time he ever arranged something like that and I was afraid, but I knew he would never make me do anything that wasn’t good for me. I was so jittery as a matter of fact, that he finally tied me right out here so I couldn’t get away from the boy. It was so frightening doing something that nasty for the first time with a perfect stranger, but once he got me calmed down like daddy does, it felt really good. Actually, I even got… a little mad when the boy left. He had done things to me that my daddy never does and I know why he won’t, but I love him so much I would love anything he did to me just as long as he was close to me.

Suddenly, I heard a noise outside the fence and I got so scared. I tried to keep quiet so no one would know I was here, but then I saw one of my daddy’s friends peeking over the fence, right at me. I got so scared that I started screaming and he kept telling me to “be quiet”. I cried out for my daddy, but he obviously wasn’t home yet and I was left wondering once again where he would go without me and why he would risk leaving me alone. Knowing that that man was so close, I lost track of what I was doing and backed up right into my water and knocked it over. All I could do was sit there so naked in the heat of the sun and pray that the man would leave me alone. It was one thing to warm up to a man that my daddy said was okay to trust, but I was always so afraid of what men might do to me whenever he wasn’t there to protect me.

There was the banging of a car door and I knew that meant that the man was probably leaving and I was safe for the time being. It seemed like they respected and feared my daddy enough to not bother me when I was being trained like this. But I had to wonder what that man would have done to me if he had of come closer. I wouldn’t have been able to get away from him and knowing that I’m not allowed to scratch or bite, I was left helpless.

It seemed like it had been days since daddy left me out here, but I know it’s hasn’t really been that long. I was getting thirsty though and when I looked at where I had spilled my water, I hoped that he would be back soon so I could get more. There was a good side to that though. I really loved begging him for something like that. He always made sure that I had food and water whenever I needed it, but warming up to daddy and wiggling my little butt to coax him into doing it right off always made him smile. It made me feel special knowing that he cared for me like that.

The only thing that really bothered me was the way he fed me. I really wanted to eat with him and have what he had, but I guess I had made so much trouble for him when I was younger that he started feeding me like… well,,, an animal. If it weren’t for the tasty meals he prepared for me, I would get so angry with him making me eat it all alone and without any hands. Many times he even seemed pleased to watch me struggle to gulp down my food from what he told me was a dog dish. I never quite understood why he called it that and that was about the only reason I wished I had of kept going to school; I seemed to be lacking a certain common knowledge. Daddy had told me how they would teach me so much there, but after I ran away, he hugged me and told me that he would teach me instead. That was when the “training” really kicked in.

That was also the time that he started tying me up and feeding me from these bowls. It seemed like every other word out of his mouth back then had been about “training me properly”, and I would get so tired of the things he would make me do. The most embarrassing part was the little things he had me do in front of other men just to show off for them. I even had to do some of those things in front of a couple of women once. But to be honest; daddy really made up for it when we had our times alone together.

I always knew that by turning my back on him and rubbing my bare butt up against him, that he would soon be forced to play with me. He was such a sucker when I poured it on and couldn’t possibly walk away without first rubbing my belly or giving me a kiss or two. The best times is when he would hold me down and grab my face in his hands. He would tease me by kissing me all over and as hard as I pretended I wanted to get away from him, he just kept smooching at me. The ultimate times when I really know just how much my daddy loves me is in the morning.

When I see him waking up, I work to get as close to him as possible and get on my back. It doesn’t matter how sleepy he might be, he always takes the time to run his fingers lightly all the way along my bare tummy and over my nipples. When he would play with them I would often remember how big my mom’s had been. Daddy kept telling me that someday mine would grow just as big and that he wished my mom had never gone away. I missed her a lot, but not nearly as much as daddy did. I would catch him crying to himself now and then, and all I could do was try to fill in for mom by getting close to him. When he would hug me close, I knew I was doing a good job of filling in.

Suddenly, that man was back. I must have fallen asleep and never even heard him coming back. I started whimpering out of fear, because there was something in his eyes that really scared me. He just seemed to be smiling too much and like he was going to do something to me. Just then, I heard the greatest sound ever. It was daddy’s car and that meant he was home to save me. I started screaming for him at the top of my lungs. The man watching me just kept trying to get me to keep quiet, but he was soon going to have to deal with my dad and then he wouldn’t be nearly as scary as he thought he was…

I guess when my fear went away. I calmed down enough to remember that this man wasn’t such a stranger. In fact, I even remember him running his hands all over my body once and made a point out of teasing me over my small nipples. I couldn’t quite remember why I liked him, but there must have been something about the way he had touched me just like my daddy would that was making me warm up to him.

The little thingy on the gate started moving and that meant he was coming to get me. I cried for daddy to hurry up and protect me and soon I went nuts when he came into sight. I was safe and I began telling him how good of a girl I had been, and begged for him to untie my rope. At first I was so excited that I kept trying to jump into his arms, but I remembered my training and immediately switched my begging to kneeling in front of him. I couldn’t stop my butt from twitching and you couldn’t pry the smile off my face for anything. When I saw he was teasing me by standing back and enjoying my begging, I got quite vocal with him and started begging as loud as I could.

That was my ticket to freedom. Daddy knelt down to kiss me and rub me all over as he worked to untie the rope. The second I felt it fall away, I ran like a nut all around the back yard so he would know how much I loved my freedom. I became aware of how badly I needed to pee and hid somewhat near the back of the fence and squatted quickly. The man was watching me pee and I felt so awkward that I cut it short and went back to running around. When I finally made my way back to daddy, I jumped into his arms so hard I knocked him over. For an instant I was so worried he would be mad, but then I saw his smile and knew how much he loved me. He grabbed me in his arms and hugged me until I could finally calm down and then I heard the praises I lived for.

“She’s a great little girl. She’s behaves so well that I hate leaving her alone. You know, I don’t tell many people about this, but actually, I let her… sleep with me every night. Other than her kicking me in the night, she’s the best girl I’ve ever slept with, accept maybe for her mom. I miss that lady.”

When the other man got down close to me, I knew what was expected of me, so I reached over and kissed him right on the face, twice. His eyes lit up and he started laughing at my openness and I was in heaven when I heard him tell daddy that I did indeed seem to have taken to my training very well. Then he rose up and after telling something to daddy that I hadn’t really paid attention to, he just walked away. That soon frightened me. Other times men had walked away like he was and they came back with things that hurt me. I became so apprehensive that all I could do was cuddle and kiss daddy. I was begging him to keep me safe, but then he scared me, too.

“Don’t worry,” he said. “I brought you a fine young man. He’ll be nice to you, but you better place nice with him. I’m getting a lot of money from that man over all this, so you be as nice to his little boy as you can.” I was starting to freak out over what might happen to me when he stood up and gave me a last warning. It was so stern that I knew he meant it, but giving it to me also told me that I was about to want to get mean real fast. “Whatever you do, you better not bite him. Got me, little girl?”

I lowered my head and knew I was expected to agree to the terms. He stole my smile away and replaced it with fear over why he knew I might want to attack someone. As far as I was concerned, as long as daddy was around, just about anyone could do anything to me as long as they didn’t hurt me. He knew that. So, why was he warning me like this? What he had planned for me must be really bad.

The other man came back to the gate and then I knew I was in trouble. His smile was just too big and then I worried that he was going to take me away to have me all alone. I started backing away some and then he spoke.

“You never met this guy before. He’s a lot older than you, but he loves sex. You better show him a good time.”

Sex… again? I was growing so fearful over wondering exactly what that meant, but when the gate opened and the man brought in a boy, I felt so much better. In an instant, I got so inspired by his good looks that I ran over to him to say hello. We did the little dance around each other that we do and soon he was chasing me all around. I played hard to get, because after all, if I never knew a thing about sex, I sure did know that guys like a good chase.

I ran all around and several times he caught me, but I would wiggle free and run off again. I saw how excited he was getting and when I couldn’t force myself to tease him one more time, I let him catch me. He really knew what he was doing, because in only seconds he had me pinned with his arms around me and was bumping my private parts. I knew what was coming and soon, I felt his thingy find my thingy. Once he found the right spot, he slammed himself into me and I let out a squeal from the forced insertion. I knew that the longer a boy went without sex that the more urgent his needs were, so I quickly decided he hadn’t been with another girl in some time.

I held as still for him as possible, and then I felt that magical moment when he finally buried himself into me so deep that I couldn’t get away from him no matter how hard I tried. All I could do now was wait for him to finish with me and he continued pumping into me so hard. It was like he thought I would run away from him again. He should have known better that at this point, I wouldn’t be able to get away.

Daddy was so pleased that I let him catch me and was making him so happy. I felt bad for him… like I was cheating on my daddy. I was allowing another male to love me and that had to bother him. But daddy never loved me this way, so maybe he really didn’t mind. By the smile on his face, I was being a perfectly, well-trained, little girl.

“What do you think,” Daddy was asking the other man? “She’s calmed down a lot since the last time I mated her for money. Hopefully, this time we’ll get something better out of it.”

The other man seemed concerned and replied, “Well, just remember, if it takes, you get the money for the others, but I get first pick.”

“First pick”, I thought. What did he mean?

Daddy answered, “Yeah, this time she didn’t even try to bite, and look it there… your boy certainly has his knot in her. I bet we get pups for sure this time.”

“Well, we’ll know in a couple of weeks if her nipples start growing. If her mom had eight puppies, she’ll probably have around the same.”

“Puppies?” What the hell was he talking about? Are puppies some kind of a disease or something? It didn’t really matter. I was feeling so great while this boy kept jabbing me with his thingy.

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