Page 29 of His Little Cryptolite

I kiss her forehead. “Good girl. I expect you to respond politely when someone addresses you.”

Her body quivers, but her pussy creams at my demand. She’s so very Little.

“She seems to be adjusting well,” Dankin comments as he pats the exam table.

“Yes. I suspect her inner Little is much younger than some human females. She has never acted on this side of her, but she’s craved it for some time.”

“That’s helpful.”

I lay her on her back against the cool surface of the table. I didn’t even cover her from anyone’s line of sight during the short trip. She was warm enough against me.

“Can you lift your arms over your head for me, Allisa?” Dankin encourages. “I’m going to restrain you to the table so you won’t fall off while I examine you.”

She whimpers as he cuffs her wrists to the top of the table.

Dankin proceeds to tighten a strap across her belly before also cuffing her ankles to the far corners of the table.

Allisa squirms. “Papi…”

I palm her tummy. “The restraints keep you safe, Little one. Be a good girl while Dankin examines you.”

“Yes, Sir,” she murmurs.

Dankin gently touches the ring around her lips, an indentation from the pacifier. “She was suckling really hard.”

“Yes, it took a minute for me to convince her to accept the pacifier, but then she took to it quickly. Because she may crave a deeper level of care, I wonder what thoughts you might have on pacifier use.”

Dankin meets my gaze over the top of my Little girl. “We see such a thing occasionally. She’s not the first nor will she be the last Little one to need more than the average female.” He turns around and opens a cabinet, returning with a different type of pacifier.

I watch as he holds it up and points to the rim. “Based on her mouth size and shape, this brand will leave less of a crease around her lips. This type is addictive, though. There is a tiny hole in the tip of the nipple, which is filled with a serum. Little girls who use this brand learn to suckle hard and consistently in order to keep the addictive flavor in their mouths. They’re reluctant to remove it and often get fussy when it’s taken away.”

I listen closely. “And the benefits?”

“If she’s truly in need of deep caregiving, this pacifier prevents her from speaking. For Little girls who crave a deeper level of regression, not being able to easily communicate is soothing to them.”

I glance at Allisa to gauge her reaction. She’s not creaming at the idea, but she’s not afraid either. She’s probably processing the concept. That’s okay.

Dankin sets the pacifier on the counter. “I’ll be able to give you a better professional opinion after I examine her.”

I nod. “Thank you.”

He turns back to Allisa and fingers the indentation around her breasts. “You used the chastity cups on her.”

“Yes. On her pussy, too. It was the only way I could spank her without her reaching orgasm. Her nipples and clit are very sensitive. She was subconsciously rubbing against the bedding.”

Allisa is trembling. I’m embarrassing her. It’s by design. I will continue to do so as long as I get the same results. Her arousal is potent.

“I also introduced her to anal penetration and gave her a deep cleansing enema.”

“Good. She’ll be much healthier already then.” Dankin listens to her heart, moving the disk from his stethoscope all over her chest.

He places the tips of his fingers on her chest, next. Glancing at me, he asks, “Has she used babyish words for her breasts?”

“Yes. She instigated. I took my cues from her.”

“That’s a reasonable sign that she craves a deeper level of care.” He turns toward Allisa. “I’m going to palpate your little titties, Baby girl. Try to lie still for me.”

She whimpers as her face turns a dark red. But, as expected, more of her arousal fills my nostrils.