Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
“Please tell me you’re joking, Papi.”
I chuckle, set it down, and kiss her. “I’m kidding about the size, Baby girl. But I’m not kidding about the placement. I think you should consider it.”
“Me?” Her voice squeaks at that high pitch, again, that’s music to my ears. “You’d let me decide?”
“On this issue, yes.”
“But not about my nipples…”
I grip her chin. “I told you I would wait until you’re ready, Baby girl. I mean that. Coming here today was your idea. I think it’s too soon.”
Ekert and Sophie are very quiet, politely not intruding.
Sara sighs. “You’re right. I’m intrigued by the nipple piercings. Sophie’s are very pretty. I want mine done, too.”
Ekert clears his throat. “Can I make a suggestion?”
“Of course,” I tell him.
“Why don’t you bring her into the piercing room.” He points over his shoulder. “You don’t have to make any decisions, but if I take a look at her clit and labia, I can assess what would even work for her. Every female is different. There’s no sense looking at stones until you know what sort of piercings her body would best accommodate.”
Sara stiffens.
Ekert continues. “I can’t pierce anything today, Little one. The stones have to be set first. I’d prefer you come back when you have a bit more strength before I pierce your nipples. If you want to pierce anything else, you’ll at least be armed with information.”
She leans her head against my shoulder.
I rub her back. “Can’t hurt to know, right?”
Chapter Seventeen
Sara
I’m in a near panic as Papi carries me into the adjoining room. There’s a chair in the middle that reminds me of a dental chair. It’s scary.
Papi lowers me onto the chair and lifts my arms over my head.
Ekert straps me down in several places—my wrists, above and below my breasts, across my hips, and lastly, my ankles, after he sets my legs in wide stirrups.
I’m panting and trembling, partly because I’m embarrassed. I keep forgetting to ask Papi if other people can scent my arousal or if he’s the only one. Maybe I’d rather not know the answer to that question.
Ekert lifts Sophie up and stands her on a stool next to my head. She clasps her hand with one of mine and threads our fingers together. Moral support.
Ekert leans over my chest and pinches my nipples several times, scrutinizing them in a way that’s clinical and titillating at the same time. “Even though her breasts are on the smaller side, her nipples are large enough to support the stones Sophie picked out with ease.”
Papi nods before he moves down to remove my diaper. It’s wet, which is humiliating. I can’t fully control my bladder yet. But no one says a word as he whisks it away, folds it up, and tucks it in my diaper bag. Everything on this planet is reusable. Papi washes my diapers.
My face heats as Papi wipes my folds clean before Ekert moves to stand between my legs. Ekert leans in close and moves my labia around, lifting the hood off my clit and examining me intently.
I hold my breath. This is by far the wildest thing I’ve done since I arrived on this planet. It shouldn’t be. I have a lot of tattoos. I’m aware that this kind of piercing is done by tattoo artists on Earth. I’ve seen plenty of people come into a tattoo parlor for piercings or consultations. I’m certain this is what the artist does. Examine.
Finally, Ekert waves Papi in to look closer. “There are several options. Her clitoris is large enough and protrudes enough to pierce it directly. I don’t often recommend that kind of piercing, especially for a newly arrived Little. It would cause her clitoris to be so sensitive all the time that she wouldn’t be able to focus on anything but her arousal.”
I hold my breath and squeeze my eyes closed. I know he’s right. Hopefully Papi won’t want that for me.
Ekert strokes my clit.
I nearly jump off the table, except for the million straps.
“Yeah, she’s incredibly sensitive,” Papi agrees.
“Any time a Papi comes in suggesting a piercing directly through the clit, I tell them to spend a week pricking their Little girl’s clit dozens of times with their quill and see how she reacts. Most of the time, she can’t focus on anything except her need to orgasm.”
Papi strokes my inner thigh. “That’s probably not the best option.”
Ekert continues, “Another option is to run a hoop through her clitoral hood and let the stone dangle just below her clitoris. It would hold the hood back all the time so that her sensitive bundle of nerves is exposed and rubs against the stone and the hoop without being continuously tormented by having a hole through it.”
Papi nods. “That sounds more practical. I’ll discuss it with Sara privately and get back to you.”