I’m at this giant man’s mercy in all ways. I suspect I will never again in my life make many of my own decisions. Papi is manipulating me, teaching me that he will always exert his will over me—not because he’s a giant meanie, not because he getsoff on mistreating people, not because he truly believes I need to be disciplined. No. He’s going to dominate me for the rest of my life because I enjoy it. He’s going to try all kinds of things and then add to our repertoire the parts that make me horny. I trust that he will not do anything I truly dislike.
I suspect I will find myself wearing a catheter frequently, and I also predict I will end up with some very unusual piercings, the thought of which makes me extremely nervous. Piercings? Me? A woman who was never defiant enough to get her ears pierced even though I’ve had free will to do so for several years. My father didn’t have the authority to enforce many of his rules. All he had was the purse strings. The ability to cut me off and not let me graduate if I didn’t toe the line. He must have derived some sort of gross pleasure in denying me anything fun. No dating. No bars. No extras like pizza and candy and pretty clothes. No unnecessary jewelry or makeup. No special hair products. He was a bully. I’ll never know why because I’ll never see him again.
This new relationship with Zingar is not remotely similar. I keep reminding myself that his demands are very different. He’s going to dominate me in ways that make me squirm. It seems every time he orders me to do something, I end up with an orgasm. I’m okay with that.
How did I live twenty-one years without realizing I could have been touching myself? I could have experienced this sweet euphoria plenty of times if I’d known how to do it or how good it would feel.
Granted, I’ve had three roommates for four years. I’ve shared a suite with them. I’ve never had my own room. I wouldn’t have risked touching myself with someone else in the room. And before that… I shudder. No way would I have masturbated in my father’s house. The idea is ludicrous.
Papi flicks the small tube again, making my knees nearly buckle. I should be mortified. How humiliating. Not only is he controlling my bladder, but I’m turned on by it.
He gives the catheter another slight tug, just enough to make me even more aware of it. His other hand comes to the small of my back, and he leans in close to whisper in my ear. “Do you need to come again, naughty girl?”
I nod. “Yes, Papi.” I’ve lost all pride with this man. Yes, I need to come. I’m not going to deny it. I’m feeling so bold that I clear my throat and ask for what I really want. “Will you make love to me now, Papi?”
He leans back and meets my gaze. His fingers are still toying with my pussy, driving me mad with lust. Suddenly, he stops and lifts me off my feet. “Straddle my lap, Baby girl.”
I lift my legs up over his thighs, grateful not to have to stand any longer. I was trembling so badly it’s amazing I didn’t fall.
I’m spread open obscenely wide, my pussy inches from his crotch. The only thing between us is his soft pants. It would seem that’s all he’s ever going to wear. That was all the doctor was wearing, too. The same loose, black, soft pants.
His hands come to my waist, spanning me, keeping me from swaying. “I need to tell you one more thing, Little one.”
Now? Why does he need to talk now? I’d rather have sex. If I’m going to be in stasis for six months and then struggling to talk and move when I wake up, I’d like to at least have the memory of him inside me while I recover.
“My semen is potent. When it gets on your skin, it will make you hornier than you can ever imagine times a hundred.”
My breath hitches. “That doesn’t seem possible.”
He smiles. “My information is from books and all the studies I’ve done to prepare for your eventual arrival in my life, so I don’t know exactly what will happen firsthand, but, Little one, there’s no reason for me to doubt what I’ve learned. If you wereto touch the come dripping from the tip of my cock, you would experience a frenzy of need. When I come inside you, the need you’re feeling now will seem like a mild case of lust. I will have to rush you to the basin and wash my essence off of you as fast as possible. That’s the only way to make the driving arousal subside.”
I stare at him. He’s serious. I can’t fathom what he’s suggesting, but I believe him. “Will it always be that way?”
“The first time will be the worst. It will ease over the course of our lives, but you will always be extremely sensitive to my semen, Little one.”
I lick my lips. My mouth is dry. “Well, there has to be a first time at some point. I say we go for it now.”
He chuckles. “My girl. So brave. Most Little mates are more hesitant and tend to wait until they’ve fully recovered from stasis to have sex. Are you sure you want to wake up with that memory in your mind? It will add to your frustration as you recover.”
Nodding, I set my hands on Papi’s shoulders. “I’ve done a hundred new things today. It seems appropriate that I add sex to that list. I want to wake up thinking about what it felt like for you to be inside me.”
“There’s also the fact that your pussy is very tight, Little one. Even though I’ve fingered you a few times, you’re not stretched out enough to take my cock without experiencing some discomfort.”
I shrug. “Every woman has some pain when they have sex the first time. I’ll survive.”
He holds my gaze for a long time. “Do you have any idea how deeply I feel for you already, Little girl?”
My cheeks heat as I smile. “Yes, Papi, because I feel the same way about you.”
Finally Papi stands, keeping me in his arms.
I wrap my legs around him, pressing my needy pussy against his abs as he carries me toward a door. When he opens it, I see there is an adjoining room. The one we’ve been in only has a changing table, a crib, and the rocking chair. The adjacent room has a giant bed. That’s a relief. I’d rather have sex for the first time on a bed at least.
Papi gently lowers me onto the high mattress. “Spread your legs, Little one.” His voice is gentle. Reverent.
I open for him. Whatever modesty I’ve lived with for my entire life has flown out the window and tumbled into outer space.
Lying very still, I watch as Papi adjusts something on the tube and then eases it out of me. A shiver races down my body as every nerve ending in my urethra tingles.
