Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
Allisa
I’ve never been this horny. I’m going to explode and fly apart all over the room. I think Papi is finally going to put me out of my misery.
The first thing he does is unfasten my pacifier and pull it out. “Such a good girl,” he coos. “Did you learn anything, Little one?”
“Yes, Papi,” I admit.
He wipes my mouth with a wet cloth. “Do you understand your need for a deeper regression better?”
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper. No sense denying it.
“Sometimes I will put you in this seat, restrain your hands, force you to keep your pacifier, and open your urethra. It will help you regress.”
“Yes, Sir,” I agree.
“I know you will thrive during the times I insist on your deeper submission, but I also believe you will benefit from the hours I require you to be my Big girl. Are you ready to make that transition, Little one? Are you ready for Papi to remove your binds and diaper and spread you out on my bed?”
“Yes, please, Papi,” I say, panting. I’m delirious with need.
I’m grateful when he opens my diaper. He wiggles the tube a few times. “Does it feel nice, Little one?”
“Yes, Sir.” It’s strange, but he’s right. It’s erotic. My clit bumps against the tube, driving me wild.
“I’m going to put it in you for a while every day. You will not argue with me or whine, understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You’ll learn to wet yourself every time you feel the urge because it will please me, keep you healthy, and allow you to feel very Little.”
“Yes, Papi.”
Papi does something that lessens the pressure in my bladder and then eases the catheter out of me. I whimper as it slides free.
Papi smiles. “I think you liked it.”
My cheeks heat. I don’t speak. I probably did like it.
Lastly, he removes the clasps at my wrists and tummy. A second later, he comes to his feet and lifts me out of the seat.
I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, holding him tight. “I love you, Papi.”
“I love you, too, Allisa. So very much.”
When we reach his bedroom, he lowers me onto my back. “Spread open for me, Little one. I want to see every inch of you.” He rises, taking a step back. “Fuck, those red stones are pretty against your skin.”
I glance down. They are so very strange and foreign to me, but maybe they are pretty.
Papi removes his pants.
I gasp, my eyes popping out of my head as I stare at his erection. It’s so unbelievably huge. I’ve seen some porn in my life. No one on any of those sites was hung like Papi.
He strokes his shaft a few times, causing it to grow even larger, and then he climbs onto the bed and hovers over me, his hands on either side of my head, his knees between my thighs.
“I need to tell you something I haven’t shared yet, Allisa,” he says.
I swallow. No sound comes out because I’m freaking out.
“When my semen gets on your skin, it will send you into a frenzy.”
I stare at him. He’s kidding, right? How could I be in a greater frenzy?
“I know you can’t begin to imagine how that’s possible, but trust me, I’ve done the research.
I’ve read about this. You will be out of your head, wanting me to continue fucking you harder and longer.
The only way to stop the madness will be for me to wash my come off your skin.
So, after I come inside you, I will take you to the basin and clean you thoroughly.
You’ll fight me. You’ll beg me to fuck you again. It’s natural.”
I’m too stunned by this revelation to process it fully, and I don’t really care.
Whatever. I just want him inside me. I’m not even as scared as I should be.
For once, it seems like I can scent him, too.
His arousal is palpable. Maybe that’s a result of his exposed cock and the semen dripping out of the tip.
Suddenly, he leans over and flicks his tongue across my nipple. It has the same arousing effect as when he pricks me because his serum now has a direct path into my titty through the piercing hole.
He flicks the other titty next. Back and forth until I’m panting, and I reach for him, hoping to pull him on top of me. I need the pressure of his body over mine.
Instead, he rises onto his knees, palms my pelvis, and watches my expression as he eases a finger into my cunt.
“Such a good girl. Take Papi’s finger. Let it feel good. I’m going to add a second one now. Are you ready?”
I nod, fisting my hands at my sides and arching my chest off the bed as his digits stretch me so tightly. It’s too much, and it’s not enough. It’s going to hurt, but I want it. I want to feel even more alive than I already do. He’s my world. I want him to fully claim me.
He thrusts his two fingers in and out, deep and rough. “Come for me, Allisa.”
I do as I’m told, pulsing around his fingers with wild abandon. My eyes roll back as one orgasm turns into two. “More, Papi,” I beg.
He adds a third finger, and I nearly shoot off the bed. It’s so tight. It hurts. The stretch is deliciously painful. Perfect. I’m writhing and grasping at his shoulders.
He sets his thumb on my clit and rubs. “Come again, Baby girl.”
I’m a slave to this man. So totally his that my body does what he demands. I orgasm. It’s more intense than the previous ones. Sharper somehow. Deeper.
And then his fingers are gone, and his cock is at my entrance. He holds my gaze as he teases my cunt with the tip of his erection.
“Now, Little one.” At those words, he thrusts into me.
My brain scrambles. The pain is intense, but it’s fleeting, and in its wake, I’m aware of nothing but pleasure. So much pleasure that I can’t process it.
Papi pulls partway out and then enters me again, deeper. “That’s a good girl. Take Papi’s cock. You’re doing so well.”
His praise adds to my arousal, making me lift my hips in rhythm with his thrusts. I’m in heaven, and I never want to leave.
“Gonna come, Allisa,” he grunts out, giving me about three seconds’ warning before he growls loudly, his body going rigid, his cock buried as deep as he can. And I swear I can feel his essence as it juts out of him.
In seconds, I change into a lunatic, crying out, a need so all-consuming, driving me to beg him to fuck me again. I even use that crude word. “Papi! Please, more. Please fuck me.”
He pulls out, though, and quickly swoops me off the bed. It seems like he takes only a few strides before we’re suddenly at the basin.
I can’t focus. I’m trying to remember what he told me, but it’s impossible. I need his cock inside me. Why did he take it out? It belongs in my pussy. It’s mine. I’m going to keep it.
I’m panting and begging as he lowers me into cold water. It’s a shock to my system and yanks me out of crazytown enough to have me looking all around, wondering how I got here.
Meanwhile, Papi is washing my pussy with one hand. The other is holding me upright. Then he grabs the nozzle and rinses me, angling the water directly at my pussy and even up inside me.
This goes on and on until he seems pleased with my level of sanity. Finally, he turns off the water, returns the nozzle to its holder, and wraps a towel around me.
Papi lifts me out of the basin and holds me tightly against his chest. “Heavens, that was far more intense than I expected. Are you okay?”
I start laughing. I can’t help it or stop myself. “I don’t think I’ll ever be okay again, and I’m happy about that,” I finally manage.
He grins. “Good, because I’ll never be quite the way I was before I met you either. We’re one now. One heart. One being. One soul. My heart beats for yours. My soul yearns for your connection. I’m going to feed you and give you some time to recover, and then we’re doing that again,” he promises.
I certainly hope so. We’re on the same page. It would seem we’re on the same page about a lot of things. Sex just moved to the top of the list.
Papi takes me to my nursery where he lays me on the changing table. He spreads my legs and examines my pussy. “Does anything hurt, Little one? I was rough.”
“It feels amazing. I liked it rough,” I tell him. I’m a bit sore, but in a good way.
Papi spreads medicine on me and then fastens a diaper around my hips. “I expect you to keep your diapers wet, Baby girl,” he reminds me in the voice I now realize he reserves for my super Little self.
“Yes, Sir.”
He cradles me in his arms and carries me to the kitchen. “The next time I put a catheter inside you and that much urine comes out, I will spank your pussy hard. Do you understand?” he repeats.
I nod. “Yes, Sir.” Cream leaks out of me as I watch him prepare my bottle.
He knows it. He’s testing me. I might as well accept that I’ll be wearing a catheter frequently because it helps me regress and turns me on.
Eventually I’ll be trained to wet myself without thinking consciously about it.
I have no doubt. It’s something I crave, and I’ve managed to find a man from another planet in the universe who understands my needs and wants to fulfill them.
I’m blessed.
I’m happy.
I’m in love.
Papi returns to my nursery and sits in the rocking chair where he likes to feed me.
I stare into his eyes, feeling all that love overflowing inside me while he feeds me, and then he lets me have my pacifier. He continues to rock me in his arms for a while before rising and settling me in my crib. Without a word, he hooks my wrists and ankles to the spreader bars.
I don’t fight him. I’m sliding into my Littlest space, and he continues to smile down at me, rubbing my tummy while I suck the pacifier and fight sleep.
I know when I wake up from my nap, he’s going to let me be Big again.
I can trust him to decide when it’s best for me to settle into my most regressed headspace.
Now is one of those times. I need to recover.
I’m comforted by the bars that train me to sleep in this vulnerable position.
I’m comforted by the pacifier that allows me to silence my speech and my mind.
And finally, I’m comforted by the way Papi smiles at me like I’m the most important being in the universe.