Page 34 of His Little Cryptolite

I reach for Allisa’s diaper, open the sides, and remove it from her. There’s a pee pad under the soft blanket, so if she has an accident, it will be easy to clean up.

She scowls at me.

It’s difficult to keep a straight face as I grab the spreader bar I use on her when she’s sleeping. It’s specially designed to attach to her ankles in a way that forces her to sleep with her knees bent, her thighs wide, and her heels facing each other. The bar is heavy, which prevents her from lifting her legs.

As I planned, I’m training her to sleep in this position. There’s a matching bar I use for her wrists. It helps her remember to keep her hands above her head. It, too, is heavy, which makes it not worth her while to lift her arms while she’s asleep.

I used both of these devices while she was in stasis, attaching them to her for a few hours at a time, gradually increasing that interval so that she arrived on Eleadia not only dependent on the pacifier and able to instinctively take a bottle, but also trained to sleep in a very vulnerable and open position.

I don’t know of any other Papi who has used such a device or insisted on teaching their Little girl to obey such a request, butthis ismyBaby girl, and we don’t have to follow the exact same rules as other households.

Allisa groans as I attach the bar to her ankles, forcing her to feel extremely vulnerable. Her pussy is exposed, and her arms are stretched above her head.

She arches and squirms when I set my palms on her inner thighs, using my thumbs to part her labia.

“Do you think your Papi doesn’t have about a hundred ways to make you do as you’re told, Baby girl?”

“Humph.”

Fuck, she’s cute.

It’s time to up the ante. She has no idea what’s up my sleeve. The first thing I do is stroke a finger through her wetness and circle her clit.

Allisa gasps, her eyes widening. She wiggles, trying to buck me by lifting her hips. Any movement on her part is awkward with the spreader bar on her ankles.

I’m impressed by her firm resolve, but she will not outwit me.

The next item I grab is the thin pink vibrator. I turn it on and run it up the inside of her leg.

Allisa lifts her hips up and down, trying to squirm away. The effort she’s making is doing as much to help her get stronger as the pullups I’ve demanded. She’s working every core muscle in her attempts to throw me off.

Keeping the vibrator on the lowest setting, I tease the sides of her lower lips.

Allisa whines and twists, trying to escape the contact.

“Hands on the bar, naughty girl,” I remind her.

When she doesn’t comply, I drag the tip of the vibrator to her entrance and ease it into her body.

My girl cries out, her voice delightful as it echoes all through the house. It’s the first time she’s made any attempt atsomething more than a whisperedno. A good sign. At least I know she can scream if she wants to.

I drag the toy in and out of her, not giving her enough contact with her G-spot, nor allowing her to have the pink shaft as deep as she craves. She’s so frustrated that she will eventually cave to my bidding.

After pulling the evil toy out of her, I press it against the base of her clit.

Allisa screams in frustration.

I only allow her to feel the pleasure for a few seconds before taking it away. “Do you want more, Baby girl?”

Her head rolls back and forth. She’s so defiant it’s impressive.

“Such a pretty pussy,” I coo. “So pink and wet for me. I bet you’re desperate for release, huh, Little girl?”

No response. Not surprising. Nothing but writhing and moaning.

“Hands on the bar,” I repeat calmly. We can do this all day.

“Pee-pee. Diaper,” she cries out.