Page 9 of His Little Cryptolite

The elevator doors open, and Papi steps into what looks like an ordinary apartment, except the furniture is larger. Everything is higher off the floor. I shouldn’t be surprised. He would look like a giant on an ordinary chair or couch.

As I glance around, my bladder reminds me that I never did pee. “I need to use the bathroom, Papi. Can you show me where it is?”

Instead of setting me on my feet, he carries me through a door into what I assume is his bedroom. He aims straight for the gigantic bed, grabs my hips, and pries me away from his side to lower me onto my butt.

“Lie back, Baby girl.”

I narrow my eyes, panic setting in again. Is he planning to fuck me right this second? “Please, can I use the bathroom, Papi?”

“Allisa…” he warns, narrowing his gaze. Now that I can see his face, I realize his expressions are going to turn his demands into something so much more powerful. The man could put a flea in its place with just a look.

I whimper as I lower onto my back. “But, Papi…”

He places a hand on my tummy. “There are many things I will tell you in the coming hours, Baby girl. Some of them will shock you. I need you to be a good girl and try not to panic with each new detail.”

“Okay,” I whisper. I don’t want him to be disappointed with me.

“Be respectful, Little one. Yes, Sir or yes, Papi. If I have to tell you again, I will spank you.”

I swallow. “Yes, Sir.” His demand and my obedient response make my pussy pulse.

“Good girl. First thing you need to know is that there are no bathrooms for Little girls on Eleadia. Not in this apartment either. I will diaper you so you can go pee-pee.”

All the air leaves my lungs. My lips tremble at the thought of using a diaper. I’ve read books where the Little uses diapers, but I’ve never thought about doing something like that myself.

Have I?

My heart races as I think about one of the latest stories I read. It was about a place called Regression Island. All the Littles on the island used diapers. If I’m honest with myself, the idea made me squirm, but there’s a big difference between finding something intriguing and titillating and actually doing it.

Papi waits patiently while I process his words.

When I’m able to speak, I ask, “Are you a Daddy Dom?”

He smiles. “Yes, Little one. It might not look quite like whatever you’ve learned on Earth, but all Eleadian men baby their Little girls.”

I lick my lips. “When you mentioned formula, did you mean you were going to give me a bottle?”

“Yes, Allisa. Thousands of bottles. Even after I introduce foods to you, you’ll still take bottles. I’ll enjoy holding you while you feed. It will be bonding for us.”

I think my heart is going to beat out of my chest. Bottles… Diapers… Am I okay with this? Does it even matter what I think?

When Papi presses against my tummy, I squirm. “Pee-pee, Papi.”

Papi keeps his hand on me while he reaches toward the nightstand. A moment later, he lifts my legs by the ankles, so my lower body rises off the mattress. He slides something under me.

I twist my head to see what it is.

“It’s just a pee pad, Baby girl. In case you have an accident while I’m changing you.”

My face heats. “I don’t have accidents, Papi. I’m a grown woman.”

He smiles indulgently. “By the time we reach Eleadia, you will have lost control of your bladder, Baby girl.” He says this matter-of-factly. “Some Little girls regain the ability to clench that muscle, and others don’t. It doesn’t matter because you’ll always be diapered either way.”

Tears come to my eyes. I’m overwhelmed. I don’t know if I like this plan. It’s fun to read about this type of relationship, but do I want to participate in such a regressed lifestyle?

“We should negotiate some things, Papi,” I say, trying to keep my voice level. I don’t want to start crying outright. I’m familiar with the fact that some Daddies and Littles often make lists of things they like and don’t like. They discuss them. The submissive tells the Dom what she’s willing to do.

Papi bends over me and kisses my forehead. “No negotiating, Baby girl. My rules are always final. There will be no debating. You’ll obey Papi or have a sore bottom. Understood?”