Page 32 of His Little Cryptolite

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 tousea 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.

Chapter Twelve

Six months later…

Crogor

“Arms up, Baby girl. Grab the bar.”

Allisa shakes her head as she twists it to the side so she doesn’t have to look at me. I try not to laugh when she acts petulant like this. It’s adorable, and I don’t care if she’s bratty for the rest of her life. It’s entertaining.