Chapter 14
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.”
“Do you think my friend Bailey will be there?” I’ve wondered when she would remember how badly she wanted to see her friend from college. I’m surprised she didn’t start begging me to set up a play date as soon as she started speaking. But she’s been preoccupied.
The truth is, I’ve already spoken to Zingar, Bailey’s Papi. They will meet us at the park this afternoon. I know Allisa will be excited.
As we get closer to Ekert’s house, my girl grows a bit pensive. She gives up looking around at all the pretty new colors she’s learning and leans back in her stroller. That pacifier goes right back into her mouth. She only took it out to ask about the park.
When we arrive, I unfasten her restraints and lift her out of the stroller to prop her on my hip.
She’s sucking so hard that her jaw must hurt.
Except in reality, she has suckled this nipple most of the time for six months.
By the time we arrived on Eleadia, she was already addicted and had adjusted to the constant sucking.
As we approach the front door, I remind her, “You know the rule, Baby girl. You must take the binky out of your mouth when interacting with other people. You will be polite and courteous to both Ekert and his Little girl, Sophie. Remember your manners.”
She whimpers as she snuggles into me, pressing her cheek against my neck. I can feel the tension wafting off of her as I knock on the door. As soon as it opens, she stiffens in my arms.
Part of her trepidation is from the reason we’re here, but the other part of her anxiety is from meeting new people. That’s normal. Even the most outgoing of human females experience some stress when encountering other humans.
Our customs are so very different from those on Earth, and every Little girl worries that they will meet someone who isn’t diapered, pierced, and babied. It’s a natural feeling.
The moment Ekert and Sophie come into view, Allisa relaxes marginally in my arms. A second later, she drops the pacifier from her lips and gasps.
Sophie’s eyes are wide and incredulous, too.
Before I have a chance to ask what secret these two are silently communicating, Sophie giggles. “We look like we could be twins.”
I glance back and forth between them. She’s right. I hadn’t thought of that. I’ve only met Sophie a few times, but she has white-blond hair, pale skin, and blue eyes just like Allisa. I assume it’s shocking because Allisa has told me her hair color is rather rare on Earth.
Ekert chuckles as he opens the door wider. First, he nods toward me and then addresses my Little girl. “It’s nice to meet you, Allisa. Please, come in.”
Sophie is holding on to his leg, but she bounces excitedly on her toes as we enter.
After shutting the door, I squat down to set Allisa on her feet, keeping my arm around her.
She hasn’t stood on her own for over six months, and it’s not something I’m going to allow, especially in light of the fact that we’ll be embarking on a deeper level of regression.
But I want her to be able to face Sophie eye-to-eye and make friends.
“What do you say, Baby girl?” I prompt. She hasn’t uttered a word yet even though she did release the pacifier, which now dangles from the ribbon.
She tips her head back to look up at Ekert first. “Nice to meet you, Sir.”
I give her hips a squeeze. “Good girl. Such nice manners.”
Her cheeks pinken at my praise. I’m not surprised. She’s embarrassed at being called out for something so babyish in front of other people.
Luckily, Sophie breaks the ice again when she points at Allisa’s pacifier. “That’s such a pretty color of binky. I haven’t seen one like that before.” She tips her head back to look up at Ekert. “Can I get one like that, Papi?”
Ekert strokes her hair indulgently. “I don’t think so, Little one. I saw that style at the clinic the last time we were there and asked Chadka about it. It’s not the right type for you, Sophie.”
She humphs. “Poop. It’s pretty.”
Allisa picks it up and strokes her lips with the nipple. I know she wants to put it in her mouth. She’s trying really hard not to. “It’s, um…” These are her first words since we arrived, and I’m surprised she’s considering telling Sophie about this brand of pacifier.
There’s a brief awkward silence, and then Ekert clears his throat.
“Why don’t we go into the shop. We’ve made some additions lately.
We added a human-sized table and chairs where Sophie can sit with newly arrived Littles and show them the stones she helped choose.
But we also added an area with a blanket in case any Baby girls aren’t ready to sit in chairs or stand yet. ”
I warned Ekert over the phone that I’m experimenting with a deeper regression for my Little girl, and therefore Allisa wouldn’t be standing or sitting in a chair.
I’m grateful he’s made accommodations for someone like her, even if he did add the blanket arrangement as a last-minute setup just for Allisa.
Sophie skips alongside her Papi, holding his hand.
I scoop my girl off the floor and carry her on my hip into the shop and over to the blanket where I finally lower her to her bottom. Tipping her chin back, I meet her gaze. “No standing.”
“Yes, Sir,” she murmurs. Her cheeks flush with embarrassment.
I smile. I spoke that two-word order as a trial to see how she would react to being reprimanded in front of strangers. Not only that but the words themselves suggest that she is not like other Little girls.
If she doesn’t want anyone to know that she’s living a more regressed lifestyle, she can easily say that her legs aren’t strong enough yet. She won’t get away with that forever, but it will work for today.
I decide to double down. “What happens if I see you trying to pull up onto your feet, Allisa?” My tone is filled with warning.
Her breath hitches, and her eyes widen.
And her pussy creams.
Bingo.
Everything is trial and error today. So far, she’s physically embracing her younger side.
I lift a brow because she hasn’t answered me yet.
She licks her lips. “You’ll spank my bottom, Papi,” she says in a voice that’s not loud but not a soft whisper either. Noted.
As I rise, Ekert asks me, “Would you like me to grab a support pillow? It will help keep her from toppling to one side.”
I look toward Allisa. “What do you think, Baby girl? A U-shaped pillow would give you stability.”
She blinks at me, biting into her lower lip. We both know she doesn’t need assistance sitting. So does Ekert. I’m not sure what he told Sophie.
Sophie quickly adds. “I have a really cute pink one. Sometimes I use it when I’m feeling tired. Papi, why don’t you grab it?”
Ekert winks at her and strides from the room.
Allisa’s cheeks are still pink, and she’s quivering a bit. This is good, though. We’re working out some of the kinks before we go to the park. She can take the time to figure out how she wants to explain her situation to her friend and any other Little girls she meets.
Ekert returns with the special pillow, and I bend down to arrange the U-shaped padding around my Little girl’s bottom. “There. What do you think?”
She lifts her pacifier and strokes her lips with the nipple. If she’s upset by this development, she doesn’t show it. In fact, there’s a subtle hint of arousal in her scent. That could be from any number of factors, though.
I stroke one of her braids. “Do you like the pillow, Baby girl?” We have one just like it at home. I’ve used it a few times in the past week, but she doesn’t need it anymore.
Unless she wants it.
There could be a number of things I’m not thinking of that she might find appealing if we’re going down this younger route.
I know she’s feeling exceptionally Little because she’s about to slide her pacifier into her mouth.
I bend down to her level again and wrap my fingers around hers, stopping her. “What’s Papi’s rule?”
“No pacis when I’m supposed to be talking to other people. It’s not polite.”
“That’s right. Do I need to take your binky away, Baby girl?”
“No, Sir.” She releases it, letting it fall to her chest.
“Good girl.” I let go of her fist and kiss her forehead.
“I think the pillow is a good idea. I won’t have to worry about you toppling.
I’m going to snap the front of it together so you won’t be tempted to crawl away, and I won’t have to worry about you.
” I reach for the attached strap at the end of the U on one side of her and draw it over the tops of her thighs to cinch the sides together to prevent her from easily freeing herself.
“If I catch you touching the snap, I’ll put mittens on your hands to keep you from being so naughty.”
I’m pleased when a rush of arousal leaks from my girl. It’s probably a result of a combination of factors—the partial restraint, the fact that I’ve embarrassed her in front of Sophie, the reprimand, and her own realization that this deep regressive play suits her.
Sophie is watching Allisa closely, but she’s too polite to remark on our behavior. Plus, she undoubtedly has witnessed nearly every imaginable type of relationship, since every Little girl who moves to this area eventually comes into Ekert’s shop.
I stand and move with Ekert toward the display cases, intent on giving Allisa some time alone with Sophie. I really want her to be able to make friends. I hope she won’t be overly embarrassed about any aspect of our arrangement and decide she’d rather not see other people.
Time will tell.