Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
I nod. “I assume they come in dozens of sizes, and the doctors at the clinic can fit her for a size that allows her nipple rings to hang outside the cups?”
“Absolutely. Chadka or Thabo can fit her for the perfect set. Although they were originally developed to keep Little girls from easily touching themselves, they can also be used to enhance her level of humiliation while you’re in public if that’s something she needs.”
Allisa bucks and thrashes around. Every time she moves, she’s reminded of the restraints, which only add to her plight. She’s so aroused she might be able to get enough friction against her diaper to orgasm.
“Better take her diaper off before she comes,” I warn. Dankin is trained to notice many clues that help him judge the mindset of every Little who comes through here, but he can’t scent her. Not like I can.
He moves farther down her body, unfastens her ankle, and draws it up to reattach it to a stirrup, adjusting it so that her leg is bent and obscenely wide.
Taking his cue, I do the same on my side. When we’re done, Dankin releases the end of the table, lowering it so that her bottom is now right on the edge. He quickly opens her diaper.
“I see there’s some blood. I assume you penetrated her pussy?”
“Yes. With one finger. She was very tight, and I had to push through her barrier.”
Allisa winces when Dankin parts her folds. Her blood and come is still wet around her pussy because I didn’t clean her up. The diaper cream protected her skin, but she’s probably sore from the penetration.
“The amount of blood is normal,” Dankin says. “She might bleed again when you add a finger, and of course, when you enter her with your shaft. It’s not likely to be as painful as this first time was.”
“That’s good.” I’m concerned, though, because I don’t like my girl in pain. “Should I give her a numbing injection?”
Dankin nods. “It’s not a bad idea, as long as you don’t mind her losing sensitivity between now and when you depart. It will help her relax.” He gently opens her farther and points to her labia. “If you pierce her approximately here on both sides, it will ease the pain inside her. Keep in mind, if you use a numbing serum too close to her urethra, she will lose control of her bladder.”
I’m startled when Allisa attempts to lift her hips and moans deeply. When I glance at her, she’s staring at the ceiling and panting. Her nipples are harder than ever, and the cream coming from her pussy…
Heavens.
Chapter Eleven
Allisa
The thought of Papi piercing my pussy is unnerving. They’re discussing where and how to numb me as if it’s a perfectly normal conversation. It’s not. Nothing about this exam is normal.
My heart has been pounding ever since the doctor strapped me down to the table. It bothers me that the restraints make me horny. It bothers me that I’ve had to grit my teeth to keep from coming while Dankin palpated my boobs. It bothers me that having them both stare at my pussy and move my labia around causes arousal to run freely out of me.
But the most unsettling part of all is the thought of Papi piercing so close to my pee-pee hole that I can’t control my urine. I think this is something he wants. I’ve noticed that even though he can obviously scent subtle nuances in me, I’m growing more aligned with him, too. My senses aren’t as sharp, but it’s not just smell that informs me. It’s his expressions, the way he smiles, the lift of his brows, or how he widens his eyes. I’m learning to read these signs.
Papi wants me to be fully dependent on him, and I’m not exactly sure how I feel about that, but I do know that the idea of him forcing me to pee myself is making my pussy clench.
Tears come to my eyes. They aren’t tears of sadness. They’re a combination of emotions. I’m overloaded from all the changes and what I’m learning about myself. Some of my tears are from relief. I no longer have to get up every day and go to a job I hate where a man I’m not interested in stalks me.
It’s not just the job, though. It’s that there was a side of me I only recently discovered. A Little inside me who wanted out and didn’t see a path. A submissive who desperately needed a Dom, or more importantly a Daddy. A Papi.
That woman who prefers to be coddled and doted on is going to get her chance. And the man who’s offering me everything in the universe is so perfect that it takes my breath away every time I look at him. Is this real?