Chapter 11
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?
I want to be his Baby girl. I want to obey him and let him take care of me. How will I feel if I lose control of my bladder? I don’t know, but I’m obviously intrigued enough by the idea that I’m trembling with need.
And that pacifier… It’s sitting on the counter. I can see it every time I turn my head that direction. It’s daunting. Scary. If I suckle it, I might not want to let it go. What will that mean for me? Diminished communication. A deeper regression.
It’s overwhelming. It’s too much. My head is spinning.
When Papi clears his throat, I’m yanked out of my musings. I look at him. He’s staring at me, but he turns back to the doctor. “I believe she will benefit from having her urethra numbed.”
And just like that, the decision is made. Not by me. By Papi.
Except that’s not true at all. I made this decision. Me. Alone. What Papi does is suggest things and discuss them out loud so he can gauge my reaction. When my response is to squirm and moan in desperation, he has his answer.
Nevertheless, I’m scared. Freaking out. Realistically, this isn’t that big of a deal.
I should be more concerned by how much it will hurt to have him pierce my pussy with his quill.
Instead, I’m worried about the results. Needlessly, because numbing my pain and forcing incontinence is temporary.
The effects of his serum will wear off. I won’t permanently lose control of my bladder from one prick of the skin.
Papi rounds the exam table and picks up the new pacifier.
My heart races as he returns to stand near my shoulders.
He places his free hand on top of my head and smooths my hair back, leaning over.
“I won’t often ask your opinion on anything, Baby girl.
I’ve told you that. But this is important.
I think you should try the new pacifier.
I believe you will benefit from the deeper regression.
The problem with this decision is that it will be difficult to break the habit if I decide it’s not right for you in the future.
However, I will watch you closely in the next few hours and then while you’re in stasis on the transport vessel.
If the pacifier seems to frustrate you, I’ll take it away.
Most likely, the addictive properties will have done you no permanent harm since you will be asleep for six months.
Your body will break free of the addiction by the time we get home. ”
I stare at him, endeared even deeper. He’s giving me the opportunity to decline the new pacifier. That fact alone causes me to want to accept his decision. He’s already thought this through and thinks it’s in my best interest.
“Do you want to try the new pacifier, Baby girl?”
“Yes, Papi,” I whisper softly.
He bends slowly and kisses my forehead, lingering a long time before trailing kisses down to my nose and finally my mouth. His lips are soft and warm against mine.
I think I’m in love with him.
When he pulls away, he rubs the nipple against my lips.
I open for him, accepting the pacifier.
The first thing I notice is that it fits better against my lips. The doctor is right. It won’t likely leave a groove around my mouth. The next thing I notice is that the nipple is slightly different. Larger. The shape is more appealing. And holy mother…
The taste of the serum…
It’s not a flavor I’ve ever had before. I can’t describe it.
But it’s sweet and tart like the cherries I love so much.
I think it’s even better. It’s subtle, too.
I wouldn’t immediately realize the flavor is coming from a tiny hole in the nipple if Dankin hadn’t mentioned it.
Now it makes sense. And I have to work hard to get what I want.
Already after ten seconds, I would whine if Papi took it away from me.
My body flushes as I accept another new reality. I’m going to live my best life as Papi’s Baby girl. I was always destined to be with him. That’s why I didn’t fit in anywhere.
It’s not as though I’ve had a horrible life. I have not. I had a carefree childhood and even a relatively normal experience in college. But as adulthood crept in on me, something in me felt off. Like I was in the wrong skin. I didn’t belong anywhere.
That’s because I belong here. I’m sad that I won’t see my parents again. They will be furious when they find out I’m gone. But this is what’s best for me.
Papi sets a hand on my chest, his long fingers stroking my nipples. “Her heart rate is steadier.”
“Yes,” Dankin agrees. “We’ll monitor her closely in the coming hours before you leave, but I suspect she’s a perfect candidate for this type of deeper regression.”
It’s odd. Deeper is a strange way to describe the state of things. I was already expected to use a diaper and take a bottle. Papi said he would not let me walk on two legs or climb on furniture. He indicated it would be a long time before he allowed me to have solid foods.
Apparently these are rules all Little girls live by on Eleadia. But there’s a slight difference in my case. If I keep this pacifier, I will be mostly non-verbal. It’s not as though I can’t take it out and speak. It’s that I won’t want to.
I’m confident if this route sticks, he will take steps to ensure I’m fully diaper dependent, too. There’s a difference between being forced to use a diaper on my terms and being unable to avoid it and wetting myself against my will. A vast difference.
I can’t imagine what other aspects of my life will involve a deeper regression from those around me, but I’m in this now, so I need to embrace it and see what happens.
The pacifier? I’m sucking the life out of it. I don’t want him to take it away. My tastebuds are exploding from the constant delightful flavor. It’s subtle, but addictive. Like Dankin said.
Papi kisses both my nipples and moves between my legs. He uses a soft cloth to clean my folds, wiping away the tinge of blood and my juices. When he’s done, he firmly holds my labia wide and bends his head between my legs.
My breath hitches, and I tip my head back, arching my chest the scant inch I’m able to move in anticipation of his quill. I’m scared. He hasn’t used it on me in such a tender location.
Papi licks my pussy, his tongue dragging over my clit. He thrusts it into my channel next, driving me mad with need.
I suck harder, willing him to pleasure me. I’m out of my mind from the euphoria.
He sucks my clit into his mouth, flicking it rapidly with his tongue until I can’t stand it another second.
I cry out as my orgasm sends me into a tailspin.
That’s when Papi pierces my most sensitive body part. Not my labia or near my urethra. He pricks my clit.
It’s so powerful that I’m a throbbing pile of goo.
But he’s not done. He punctures my skin again, this time, I think near my actual urethra. Perhaps inside it. Is that possible? If so… If he numbed my pee-pee hole directly, I won’t have any control over my urine.
He moves lower, pricking my labia in several places. I lose track of how many. I’m no longer fighting him, nor am I afraid. Each pin prick hurts, but the pain is blissfully amazing. I think I’m addicted to his quill now, too.
When he’s done, he kisses my inner thighs, nibbling all over my sensitive skin until he moves up my tummy toward my breasts.
I’m a quivering ball of tightness as he captures my nipple next. He torments the little bud for long seconds before piercing it, too.
I writhe, willing him to treat the other nipple to the same torturous delight. And he does.
My eyes roll back in my head as I come so hard stars float around the room.
It’s not until I float back into my body, a few minutes later, that I realize something.
He didn’t inject the same type of serum into all those locations.
He pricked my nipples and labia with an aphrodisiac.
Same with my clit. It’s still throbbing and exposed, so swollen that the hood won’t slide back over it.
I know this because I can feel the air in the room teasing the naked, exposed tip.
Somehow he managed to numb two very specific spots—my channel and my pee-pee hole. My pussy doesn’t hurt anymore, and I’m already peeing myself. Urine runs down between my thighs.
Without a word, Papi covers my pussy with a towel, absorbing my accident.
I’m not embarrassed this time. There’s a weird new aspect to my existence. The pee represents my total submission. I accepted this possibility when I agreed to the new pacifier.
My focus switches to the nipple in my mouth and the satisfying taste as I go into my head and close my eyes.
Papi and Dankin are talking about me, but I tune them out. I’m aware that they discuss my bottom. I’m also unable to ignore the fact that Dankin’s finger goes up into my tight hole, examining me. But I don’t care, nor do I focus on that fact.
I’m in a blissful state of peace. I want to stay here.