Page 37 of His Little Cryptolite

He holds up the second one.

I roll my eyes. “Papi…” I whine.

“Is this one too hard, Baby girl?”

I push my tongue out at him next. After all, I don’t have much at my disposal. I can eye roll, push out my tongue, and spew verbal venom. It seems like shouting at him isn’t my best laid plan right now.

Papi taps the card.

I grumble before I start. “I must learn self-control. I will not touch my naughty titties or my greedy pussy without Papi’s permission.”

He grins. “Excellent. Keep going. The repetition will help you remember the rules.”

I don’t need to repeat this rule out loud in order to remember it. He’s made this rule abundantly clear. But I recite it nine more times to appease him. Three more.

The next card reads “I will not push to standing or climb up on any furniture because my safety is important to Papi.”

I sigh and begin. Two more.

Oh great. The next one makes me hesitate and purse my lips.

I will go with Papi to the jeweler’s today to get my titties pierced.

I shudder as I read it in my head again. I’m scared to get my nipples pierced. It’s so permanent. Papi said the hoops are not removable. They will dangle from my titties for the rest of my life for everyone to see.

He’s pressuring me. When I look at him, his brows are raised.

“Today, Papi?”

“Today, Baby girl. No sense putting it off.”

“But it will hurt.”

“It won’t hurt. Not a bit. I’ve told you that. The only thing you will feel is my quill when I numb your titties. I’ve pierced your little buds several times. You know what it feels like.”

“But they don’t even come off?”

“Nope. They’re a symbol of your commitment to me. They will dangle from your pretty pink nipples forever.”

“Can I have my pacifier while you do it?”

“If you’d like, Baby girl.”

At least he’ll give me the option to self-soothe while a stranger sticks a needle through my nipples.

“Read the card, Baby girl. Ten times.”

I inhale deeply and repeat his demand ten times.

“Good girl. One more card.” He holds it up, and I take another deep breath. I knew this was coming. Just like I knew the piercings were on the docket. But am I ready?

I hesitate for long seconds while Papi waits patiently.

Finally, I read the card. “I thrive on a deeper regression than other Little girls. I will obey Papi and let him take measures to help me achieve diaper dependency.”

Papi smiles. “Say it again, Baby girl.”

I read it a second time. It doesn’t feel as insane as the first time.