Page 47 of His Little Cryptolite

I sit on the floor in front of her and straddle the seat so I can be as close as possible.

She’s writhing in every direction, deep moans coming around her pacifier.

I stroke her hair. “Shh… Deep breaths, Baby girl. Stop struggling. Submit to Papi. I know it feels good. Don’t fight it. Let Papi control everything.”

Her heart is racing as she tugs on her arms. Someone who didn’t know better would think she was panicking, but that’s not what’s happening. She’s so turned on she’s about to come. Me telling her to relax only makes her hornier.

“Let’s get these chastity cups off your little titties, yeah?” I unfasten the straps and ease the cups away from her chest. There’s a ring around her breasts from the edge of the cups, and I rub the spot in a circle all around her soft tissue.

Allisa squirms the entire time, panting and purring like a small animal in heat. Compared to me, that’s what she is.

Her pheromones are stronger than ever.

Spreading my palms around her torso, I gently graze her nipples with my thumbs. “The piercings are so pretty, Baby girl. Do they hurt? Do you need Papi to prick your little titties and numb them again?”

She shakes her head.

I stroke the hard tips over and over, watching as she loses control.

“Wet your diaper, Allisa,” I order.

She whimpers, shaking her head defiantly.

“I want you to empty your bladder so you’ll be more comfortable when I fuck your little cunt with my fingers. Do you want Papi to take off your diaper and play with your clit, Baby girl?”

She whines. Her head arches back. More arousal fills my inhales.

Chadka warned me that diaper dependency was difficult to achieve. There are methods I can take to force her to relax the muscles she uses to hold her urine in. We’ll try all of them, but right now, I’m prepared to take the first step.

I suspected she would balk at peeing herself simply because she knows holding her urine in is one thing she can be defiant about if she feels like being naughty. She can’t stop me from restraining her or keeping her mouth full so she has no speech, but she can hold her urine in.

I pinch the tips of her nipples and lower my hands to reach for the diaper bag. After dragging it closer, I open it to pull out supplies.

The first thing I do is add a strap to Allisa’s legs right below her knees, keeping her from kicking out or closing her thighs. Next, I open her dry diaper. Her pussy is pink, swollen, andsoaked. Her clit is exposed because she’s so aroused that the hood is retracted.

I open the kit Chadka provided and hold up the tubing. “Do you know what this is, Baby girl?”

She shakes her head. Her eyes widen.

“It’s called a catheter. It’s a thin tube that goes up into your pee-pee hole so that your urine runs out freely. Sometimes I’ll attach a bag to collect your pee pee, but this time, I’m going to leave only a few inches of tubing sticking out of your urethra with the valve open and refasten your diaper so you’ll continuously wet yourself.”

Her face turns red as her eyes go wider. She bucks and whines, but I don’t need to smell her arousal. This time, I can watch as her pussy swells right before my eyes. So much come leaks out of her that it’s dripping into the open diaper.

I take a few minutes to stroke her hair again, soothing her with my words. “Deep breaths, Baby girl. You know Papi is going to help you develop a diaper dependency. Sometimes I will numb your little hole with my quill. Other times, I will put medicine up inside that will force you to pee. Today, I’m going to use the tube. It will feel strange and make you squirm because your urethra runs so close to your clit. The tube will brush against your nub when it’s swollen and needy.”

Her chest rises and falls so dramatically as she stares at me.

I lower one hand to her pussy and gently stroke her little clit. “You want that, don’t you, Baby girl? You want to feel the catheter inside you, forcing you to pee yourself, don’t you?”

The deep moan that accompanies her clit pulsing against my finger fills me with so much love. She’s submitting to me beautifully.

“Nod your head, Baby girl, so Papi will know how much you want me to open your pee-pee hole.”

She’s breathing so heavily. She stiffens and whines, but she also nods her head. So precious.

“Good girl. Let Papi take over.” I open the cleansing wipes and hold her folds parted to stroke over the entrance. Then I peel back the top of the sterile tubing and line the prelubed tip up with her urethra. Keeping my hand firmly on her pelvis so she can’t move a millimeter, I ease the catheter into her until it enters her bladder. As soon as it’s in place, I inflate the bulb at the beginning of the tube to keep it from sliding out.

“There we go.” I rub the area around her urethra, avoiding her clit, making her aware of the tube. As her breathing increases again, I stroke her swollen nub before lifting the tube up to graze against it. “Does that feel nice, Baby girl?”