I’m relieved when he turns it off and sets it aside, but my relief is short-lived because a moment later, the doctor pushes a finger into my pussy.
I gasp, my eyes going wide. I’ve only experienced this one time.
After fingering me for a few seconds, he pulls out, but yet again, I don’t have time to relax before his finger is at my rectum. The next moment, he pushes the digit deep inside my bottom.
I cry out. Bucking is out of the question. It feels so wrong, and I’m mortified that wetness is leaking from my pussy. Even though I just came, I already need to again.
Papi is stroking one of my boobs, thumbing my nipple while I writhe.
I can’t see straight, not even when the doctor finally removes his finger from my bottom.
“I’m going to put the probe in you now, Little one. Deep breath.”
Suddenly the probe seems like a welcome tool. At least it’s meant to collect data instead of drive me to orgasm.
I struggle to focus, though, as Chadka moves the probe around inside me while he speaks to Papi. “Both her pussy and her bottom are very tight. I stand by my earlier recommendation. Use the dilators inside her pussy for a few minutes and then move to her bottom. Watch her closely so that she doesn’t orgasm until you’re penetrating her bottom. It will help her submit deeper.”
“How often should I do this?” Papi asks.
My legs are shaking.
“As often as you want. I would pleasure her every time you change her diaper. At least four times a day. Keep the vibrations on the dilator low while you’re stretching her pussy and increase them while the rod is in her bottom.”
Chadka finally removes the probe. “I think you’ll see positive changes in her with the addition of regular orgasms, and using the dilators takes care of stretching her at the same time. Of course, you’re welcome to use your fingers and your mouth, but the vibrations from the dilator will bring her to orgasm very fast without irritating her skin for prolonged periods of time.”
I’m trembling violently as Papi talks to the doctor. My brain is mush as they switch to discussing the best time to pierce my nipples. I try to focus on the new topic while Chadka removes my restraints and Papi puts a diaper on me.
Chadka pats my shoulder. “Did you already pick out some stones for her?”
“I’ve spoken to Ekert. We discussed cinnabar.”
Chadka smiles. “That sounds lovely. Take her to look at the stones. She’ll benefit from seeing other Little girls’ piercings also. I’m certain Sophie would be happy to let Janelle look closely. Ekert can explain the process to her. The sooner you get her nipples pierced, the better. I suspect the constant reminder from the dangling hoops will help ease her concerns. Unlike wedding bands, the permanence of the hoops helps Little girls feel a deeper bond to their mates. They will also give her something else to focus on.”
“Thank you.” Papi lifts me into his arms and holds me close.
I immediately snuggle into him. I want to burrow under his skin. I hated lying on the table all this time without more of us touching. I’m worried because I fear he will grow exasperated with my neediness.
I can’t understand or begin to explain why I have such tremendous separation anxiety. It makes no sense to me. All Iknow is I hate it when Papi puts me down. I start shaking. Panic sets in.
When he’s holding me, I cling to him. What if he gets exasperated with me? I don’t know a living soul on his planet. I’d be all alone if something happened to him or he decided he didn’t want me anymore.
I start whimpering when Papi lowers me into my stroller. He ignores my flailing around as he pulls my arms through the straps and secures me. He never looks upset. In fact, when he’s done, he kisses my forehead, pops a pacifier in my mouth, and lifts my hand to prick my fingers.
I let him. It’s not as though I could stop him anyway. I’ll never be strong enough to pull my hand out of his grip. And the truth is I feel myself calming moments later.
Papi strokes my pigtail. “That’s my good girl. Deep breaths. Let your body relax.”
I don’t have a choice. My heart stops racing because he injected me with the calming serum. I shudder when Chadka hands Papi a package. I have no idea what a dilator is, but I’m certain I don’t want to know. It sounds awful.
As soon as we step outside, Papi pauses, pulls something out of the bag, and squats in front of me to hand it to me.
I frown in confusion.
“It’s like a stress ball,” he tells me. “Grip the two sides with your hands.”
I’m leery, but I take it from him. There’s a handle on both sides. I realize the entire thing is made out of the foam of a stress ball.
“That’s my girl. You can grip it, pull it, press it. Whatever feels good and helps calm you.” He tucks a thumb under my chin and forces me to hold his gaze. “Keep it in your lap or away from your body, though. What you may not do is use it to play with your nipples.”
