Page 38 of His Little Cryptolite

“Again,” Papi encourages.

As I repeat his last proclamation over and over, something shifts in the air. He’s watching me closely. He knows I’m caving to his wishes because deep inside I want the same thing he does—a deeper dependency on him.

By the time I repeat the fifth card a tenth time, it doesn’t feel quite so ominous. Who cares if I stop trying to control my bladder? It’s not as though I’m eventually going to have permission to use panties anyway.

It’s not about using or not using a diaper. That’s not up for debate. It’s about submitting to Papi deeper than the average Little girl. It’s about trusting him to take care of me. Turning over my control.

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 oftheir 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.”