Page 48 of His Little Cryptolite

She’s writhing, out of her head with need.

My heart is racing, too. I love that she’s able to turn this lesson on diaper dependency into something so erotic. I want her to feel so aroused from the tube that she can’t focus. It’s working.

“I’m going to open the valve now and put your diaper back on.” I hate covering her, but she needs this experience. I don’t want her to orgasm this soon anyway. It’s not time. Edging her sweet body is going to be one of my favorite parts of life.

I quickly fasten her diaper. Her pee pee is already running out to fill it. “Such a naughty girl,” I admonish. “I don’t ever want you holding back your urine like that. In the future, if I open your pee-pee hole and this much flows out of you, I will spank your pussy.”

She flinches.

“Yeah, that won’t feel very nice. Maybe don’t test me.”

I palm her diaper, forcing her to feel how full it’s getting. The heavy weight of it embarrasses her. She’s sucking violently on her pacifier. Her sexual frustration is palpable. Fuck, so is mine.

She needed this. Some time submitting deeper than I’ve pushed her so far. She’s glassy-eyed as I lean to one side to point out some changes she most likely hasn’t noticed yet.

“While we were gone, I had a few things added to the house. Do you see the playpen?”

Her breath hitches.

“Most Little girls on Eleadia have one. Yours will be filled with more basic toys, though. Things that will help you calm your mind while you’re in there. There will be times when I insist you spend a few hours in your adult skin, reading or studying to keep your mind sharp. But there will also be times when I’ll insist that you relax your brain and allow yourself to be deeply regressed.”

She nods. That’s a good sign.

I point to the large A-frame next to the playpen. “See the swing? Papi will strap you into the seat so you can sway and jump. It will be good exercise. I’ll restrain your wrists to the cords to keep you from being tempted to touch yourself. The piercings on your nipples will bounce up and down, reminding you of your submission.”

Allisa groans behind the pacifier.

I turn back to her and palm her full diaper. “I bet you’d do just about anything for an orgasm, wouldn’t you, Baby girl?”

She nods.

“How about Papi’s cock? Are you ready for that?”

A rush of pheromones oozes out of her, telling me all I need to know.

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?”