Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
My pussy is swollen and tingly. A sense of desperation overwhelms me. I need to be touched. I don’t even care which one of them touches me as long as someone does.
Dankin parts my folds with his thumbs, leaning in to examine me closer. “Everything looks healthy. Have you given her an orgasm?”
I squeeze my eyes closed, mortification consuming me.
Papi answers, “Yes. She’s very responsive.”
“Good. Arousal is dripping out of her. That’s normal. A good majority of human females I’ve examined have reacted strongly to being restrained and exposed. Many have lived a very repressed life. Humans by and large aren’t open about sex. Often they don’t express their needs. Many find it easier to orgasm when they feel like they don’t have a choice. She may overcome that, or she might always respond stronger when you restrain her.”
I can hear the doctor, but it’s like I’m floating out of my body. It’s incomprehensible for these two men to speak so frankly about my sexuality.
He pulls the hood back from my clit and air suddenly touches the sensitive bud, making me suck in a breath. He touches it with something cold, metal I think, causing me to hiss.
I peek at Papi to find him leaning over to look as Dankin comments, “Her clitoris is appropriately pink, wet, and swollen. It’s large enough when she’s fully aroused that it will push the hood back on its own.”
“Is that okay?”
“Yes. It’s perfectly normal. Some females need the hood pulled back. For others the flap of skin retracts on its own, either because the hood is smaller or their clitoris swells larger.”
My body is trembling as though I’m cold. I’m certainly not cold. I’m simply embarrassed beyond belief.
Dankin lowers his voice even though I can still hear him. “If you ever consider having her clit pierced, she should be a candidate for either piercing the sensitive bud itself or the hood. A piercing through the hood would most likely cause her clit to remain unprotected and exposed all the time.”
“And that’s safe, too?” Papi asks.
My ears are ringing. What the hell are they talking about? Piercing my clit? That’s insane. I don’t even have pierced ears. My father wouldn’t allow it. And that thought nearly makes me laugh out loud. My father isn’t here. I can get my ears pierced if I want. I could also get my clit pierced. It’s my life.
Why have I let that man control me for so long? Oh, right. I needed his financial support to get through college. Even though he believes I would have moved back into his house and lived under his control after graduation, I had solid plans in motion to ensure that would not have happened.
I’m not a cusser. I’ve never said the F word in my entire life. I’ve only thought it on rare occasions, but right now, the fact that I went to Club Zoom and ended up claimed by a giant Eleadian male feels like a solid fuck you to my controlling father.
There’s no way I’d ever get anything but my ears pierced, but I could, and that’s what matters.
I realize Dankin is speaking again. He’s touching my labia now. “Perfectly safe. Some Papis gradually add piercings along the inner and outer labia in addition to in or around the clitoris. When you meet with Ekert, the jeweler, he will be able to advise you more specifically. I’ve been in communication with him more recently so that I can learn how to identify what types of piercings will be possible when each female comes through my office. It helps you plan ahead. What you want to consider is how sensitive your Little girl is. If she’s overly aroused most of the time already, piercing her clit or labia might be too stimulating and make it difficult for her to sleep or focus when she’s awake.”
I think I’m going to faint. I realize that not only does this discussion not involve me, but I’m not going to have a say in this matter now or later. I have mixed feelings about that revelation.
On the one hand, it infuriates me to think that Papi intends to make choices for me without my input. On the other hand, darn the doctor but taking away my ability to make my own decisions does indeed increase my arousal.
And the weirdest part—Papi knows this fact. He’s obviously scenting me. He knows exactly when my pussy clenches with need and what was said or done to cause my reactions.
Dankin rises, and I watch him pull over a rolling tray. I don’t know what’s on it because it’s covered with a cloth, and he situates it near my foot, making it impossible for me to see the contents when he reveals them.
“Can you hold her steady? Press your palm against her pelvis to keep her from squirming and hold her folds open with your fingers.”