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)
I really needed to start writing down the things I needed to research.
Maybe that was how he had so much time to study up on humans?
It was definitely a question for another time because my bladder was being very loud and my coffee was really good and Daddy clearly wasn’t moving until I’d been a good submissive human little mate and used my diaper.
No one had warned me that finding the man of my dreams would be so interesting.
Mate of my dreams?
“Yes, good boy, my Dane.” One of the smaller tentacles kept stroking over my head and he was almost radiating positive confidence like he could will me into being okay with everything and not having a human panic attack.
He was so cute and delightfully insane.
But he was right in this case.
I wasn’t sure I should be rewarding his behavior…but he’d brought me coffee and he was doing his best to make me happy while doing what he thought was right.
Which was honestly a lot more than my past couple of relationships had tried to do.
Snuggling closer to Daddy and encouraging his tentacles to wrap around me even more, I tried to put out happy thoughts as he wrapped me up tight. “I am very proud of you for being so brave and confident in your mate, my Dane.”
Confident in my mate?
It took a few more potty dance wiggles and another quarter of my bottle before I’d worked out what he might’ve meant. He saw it as my being confident that he wasn’t going to panic. He’d been trying to show me that he wasn’t going to have any issues with what he saw as intimate caretaking.
Right or not, it seemed like he’d needed the cuddle even more than I had, so I rubbed my cheek against his torso and managed to wiggle a hand free enough to pet one of his bigger limbs as I drank my bottle like a good boy.
Happy thoughts.
Happy thoughts.
Relaxing thoughts.
Daddy was amazing thoughts.
Bingo.
He made a happy, almost humming sound and rippled around me. “Yes, you are a happy mate and there is no reason to worry. Allowing me to take care of you as my submissive mate provides me with much pleasure.”
Don’t worry, you’re making me happy too?
Sounded good to me.
So I just relaxed like he wanted and sucked, and eventually, my mind and my bladder got on the same page and I officially became a very good boy for Daddy. When my diaper was full, he gave me more ripply hugs and pats and pleased sounds no human could’ve ever made.
It was impossible to be anything but utterly content. I was too much of a sub to not respond to all his proud happiness. Every excited hug made me feel so good. Daddy loved that I trusted him and that I knew he wanted to take care of me.
Ugh.
Yep, it was going to be a new routine alright.
But at least I got coffee?
Wright
While there has been some debate over the different variants in submissives, I can highly endorse a relationship with the praise-based reward-motivated subvariant. The smallest actions when accompanied by the appropriate “good boy” verbiage can be seen as emotionally rewarding to a human submissive.
The range of options that can be seen as a reward is extensive and I have found it to be personally gratifying. See chapters on avoiding morning-after emotional trauma and reward-based reinforcement for additional details.
Chapter 16
Dane
“I have not forgotten that you are a submissive human who responds well to rewards, my Dane.” Daddy looked very pleased with himself as he finished cleaning me with the wipe and I had to assume it was because he’d gotten a very thorough rise out of me.
“Thank you, Daddy.” I had no idea what his plan would be, but he’d been so fascinating already, I decided not to even try to guess. “I like rewards.”
And I liked making my Daddy all excited and happy.
He was adorable when he was planning naughty things.
Patting my head, he smiled even wider. “I have such a good human submissive.”
I was clearly the best mate ever and he decided that meant my dick needed some attention.
Yay for rewards.
And yay for Daddies that didn’t think diaper changes should be awkward.
“As a good boy, you deserve a reward.” Daddy seemed to have a very well-planned idea of what kind of reward he should give me, and I had a moment where the sleep question popped back into my head.
But he chased it away again as one of his larger limbs slipped between me and the mattress on the bed and he wrapped me up tight. I’d overthink what he was doing all night another time. He was too distracting at the moment for me to care, because I loved the way he could completely immobilize me.
I couldn’t help moaning as his limbs slid over me, which just made him even more pleased and got me even more wonderfully trapped. “Yes, good boy, my mate.”