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)
He’s pressuring me. When I look at him, his brows are raised.
“Today, Papi?”
“Today, Baby girl. No sense putting it off.”
“But it will hurt.”
“It won’t hurt. Not a bit. I’ve told you that. The only thing you will feel is my quill when I numb your titties. I’ve pierced your little buds several times. You know what it feels like.”
“But they don’t even come off?”
“Nope. They’re a symbol of your commitment to me. They will dangle from your pretty pink nipples forever.”
“Can I have my pacifier while you do it?”
“If you’d like, Baby girl.”
At least he’ll give me the option to self-soothe while a stranger sticks a needle through my nipples.
“Read the card, Baby girl. Ten times.”
I inhale deeply and repeat his demand ten times.
“Good girl. One more card.” He holds it up, and I take another deep breath. I knew this was coming. Just like I knew the piercings were on the docket. But am I ready?
I hesitate for long seconds while Papi waits patiently.
Finally, I read the card. “I thrive on a deeper regression than other Little girls. I will obey Papi and let him take measures to help me achieve diaper dependency.”
Papi smiles. “Say it again, Baby girl.”
I read it a second time. It doesn’t feel as insane as the first time.
“Again,” Papi encourages.
As I repeat his last proclamation over and over, something shifts in the air. He’s watching me closely. He knows I’m caving to his wishes because deep inside I want the same thing he does—a deeper dependency on him.
By the time I repeat the fifth card a tenth time, it doesn’t feel quite so ominous. Who cares if I stop trying to control my bladder? It’s not as though I’m eventually going to have permission to use panties anyway.
It’s not about using or not using a diaper. That’s not up for debate. It’s about submitting to Papi deeper than the average Little girl. It’s about trusting him to take care of me. Turning over my control.
Chapter Fourteen
Crogor
Allisa is sitting upright in the stroller as we head to the jeweler. The sneaky girl was holding out on me. She’s much stronger than she’s been pretending to be.
For most of the past two weeks, my girl has let herself hide behind her pacifier. I think she used that time to ponder her new life and come to terms with it, because after her exercise session this morning, she turned a corner. She’s been upright and more interactive.
I suspect she needed a bit of a kick in the pants, and the voice exercises did that for her. The idea came from Chadka. It was brilliant. She was forced to speak out loud and enunciate her words, but she also faced some of her fears, which we discussed afterward.
She’s not truly afraid to get her nipples pierced. I didn’t figure she would be. Allisa knows it’s not going to hurt. It’s the symbolism that makes her nervous. The commitment.
It’s rather comical that after a six-month, one-way trip to another planet, anyone would hesitate about the depth of their relationship with their Papi. But after discussing it, I understand.
Allisa knows she’s here for life. She knows she’s mine and will never leave my side. The bond between us is strong and grows every day. She’s not the only one shocked by our magnetic draw to each other. It’s more than I anticipated, too.
The nipple piercings are more than simply overcoming a fear of needles. By the time any Little girl ends up in the piercing chair in Ekert’s shop, they’ve been pricked enough times to know what it feels like.
The stones dangling from the hoops are an outward symbol of a Little girl’s acceptance. For Allisa, that’s not simply her acknowledgment that I’m her Papi forever and always. It’s a package deal that includes her need for a deeper regression than most Little girls.
I’ve explained to Allisa that submitting to me in subtle ways that go beyond what other human females prefer isn’t something anyone needs to know. It’s between me, Allisa, and her doctors. If she wants to share her needs with her friends, that’s up to her.
Allisa suddenly leans forward and points into the distance. “Is that the park, Papi?” Her voice is high-pitched, filled with excitement. Her legs are swinging in front of her. The pacifier is hanging around her neck on a ribbon, and she’s holding it in her hand, too. When it’s not in her mouth, she’s usually rubbing her lips with it.
“Yes, Baby girl.” I chuckle. We’ve passed this park every time we’ve gone to the clinic, but she’s never paid attention to much of anything, preferring to lean back in the stroller with her eyes closed and her pacifier tight in her mouth, hiding while she pondered her universe.
“Can we go there?”
“Yes. As soon as we finish at the jeweler.”