Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45366 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45366 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
A small moan escapes my lips when he pulls a strap up between my legs. He marries it with one from each side around my waist and fastens me in securely.
“You know I won’t fall from the chair, right?” I joke.
He grins. “Nope. You’ll never fall because you’ll always be secured when you’re in the chair.” He shocks me further when he lifts another strap up from the side near my hip.
I gasp as he secures my wrist to my side. I squirm as he does the same to the other wrist. “Papi…” I’m panting now, and my nipples are hard points.
He strokes his hands up and down my arms. “When I start feeding you solid foods, I will restrain you like this under the tray. How does it feel?” His voice is deeper than usual. He’s as turned on as I am.
His hands slide around to my breasts. He cups them and thumbs my nipples, making me whimper and writhe. “Papi…” I repeat.
“How does it feel?” he asks again.
“It makes me horny,” I murmur. He knows this though. He doesn’t need me to tell him.
He kisses my forehead. “I know,” he whispers.
I’ve been aroused ever since he fully claimed me earlier today. Even though he washed as much of his essence off me as he could, it lingers. The sensation lingers. I want him again.
He pinches both nipples hard. “I can’t wait to see pretty jewels dangling from these little titties.”
I squirm. “Why do you call them titties?”
He shrugs. “It seems most of the Little girls refer to their sweet globes as titties.”
“It’s a babyish word,” I inform him.
He lifts both brows.
I groan. “I’m a Baby.”
“You’re not a Baby. You’re a fully grown human female. But you’re my Baby girl, and on this planet, we treat our Little ones with all the care of a newborn. I want you to be carefree. I want you to have no worries or concerns. I want you to laugh and play with the other Little girls without a care in the universe. Little girls who spend their lives coddled and pampered seem to pick up some babyish words. It’s cute. You’ll see.”
Papi moves around behind me. He opens a drawer in the kitchen and produces a brush.
I giggle as he carefully brushes through my hair. It’s a lot longer than it was six months ago. Besides the fact that my roots are undoubtedly several inches long, the length is obviously that much longer too. “Why do you have a drawer of hair things in the kitchen?”
He grabs a comb next and parts my hair down the middle from the top of my head all the way down the back. “Because I’ll usually do your hair in here.”
“Do you not have a bathroom?” It occurs to me I haven’t seen one at all.
“Nope. Not like you’re used to anyway. There is a room off my bedroom where I evacuate, but our process is nothing like what you’re used to seeing. We don’t eliminate our bladders or bowels as often as human males.”
“Oh.” I want to ask more, but I also don’t want to discuss anyone’s bathroom habits. It’s hardly fair since Papi knows every single one of mine.
Papi carefully gathers my hair up high on one side of my head and secures it in a pigtail before doing the same on the other side. “There. Not too bad for my first time.” He comes to the front and looks at his work. “Is it pulling anywhere?”
I shake my head, making the pigtails fly across my face.
The pigtails are blond and the top part is brown. He strokes through both locks of hair. “Would you like to see it?”
I worry my bottom lip. “I don’t know. I won’t recognize myself, especially without makeup.”
He grabs a mirror from what is apparently the “hair” drawer but holds it facing away from me. He strokes my cheek. “You’re the most beautiful Little girl ever. I might be biased, but… Nope. You just are the most beautiful. Never doubt that. You don’t need all that goop covering your skin.”
“What about jewelry? Do women wear jewelry on Eleadia?”
He nods. “Lots of Little girls have earrings.” He thumbs one of my earlobes. “A pretty topaz would look striking dangling from your ears.” He tweaks my nipple next. “Something that matches the hoops on your nipples.”
I arch into his touch, trying not to moan. I’m not even scared anymore. I’m kind of anxious and looking forward to this odd practice.
His hand trails lower, and he palms the front of my diaper. “Some Papis like to pierce their Little girl’s pretty pussy too.”
I shudder and wince. “No way.” If I could draw my legs together, I would.
He shifts his attention back to my nipple, rolling it. “The piercing will make your nipples hyper sensitive all the time. They will tingle and throb, especially when I flick my tongue over the little buds, letting my saliva get under your skin.”