Papi will dote on me for centuries. He will make sure I’m safe and fulfill all my needs—especially the sexual ones. Piercing me so many times shows his dedication to me and our bond.
Most people will never know these nine hoops exist inside my diaper, but I will. The constant reminder will make me glance at him and squirm often. I’ve already done so just from the thought of having rings running up and down my labia.
Wetness leaks out of me as I hold Papi’s gaze. A calm settles over me without him injecting me with anything at all. “I love you, Papi.”
His smile lights up the room. “I love you, Bailey.” He bends forward and reverently kisses my pussy. “Are you ready, Little one?”
“Yes, Sir.” I am. I’m not even scared. Nervous but not scared.
He sets his lips back on my pussy, sucks my clit, and quickly pricks the sensitive bundle of nerves. Next, he moves lower and punctures my outer folds in several places. The irony is that he will always inject my labia with his serum because he can, and he knows I like the bite of pain. But I won’t even feel the piercings going into me. I’ve been numbed to protect me from that particular pain.
Papi moves to my side, plants a palm between my breasts, and lowers his head so that only a few inches separate us. He stares into my eyes. “You’re my world.”
I smile at him. I’m aware of Ekert between my legs. I can feel him pinching my labia and moving them around. I flinch when the first pop echoes in the room, but I breathe deeply as I count seven more. That leaves one left. It will be through the hood of my clit. This one is the most nerve-wracking, but Papi is right in my face, his palm flat on my chest, love shining in his eyes.
Ekert grips my clit with something, and a few moments later, the final pop sounds. I don’t feel a thing. I’m sure I will later, but for now I’m pain free.
Papi rises and turns to look at my pussy. “Oh, Bailey… So fucking pretty.”
I shudder.
“Here’s a mirror,” Ekert says softly.
I lift my head and lower my gaze. It’s hard for me to believe what I’m seeing, but it’s true.
Ekert holds up a tube I’m all too familiar with. “I’m going to put a catheter in her. You should leave it for a few days to avoid any risk of infection. It’s okay to diaper her, but she’ll heal faster if you leave her completely naked while she has the catheter in. You can either attach a bag or just open the valve and relieve her every once in a while.”
With a sigh, I drop my head back down. Sophie is stroking my fingers.
I’m only marginally aware of Ekert inserting the tube. I’ve been down this road before. It’s not as stressful this time.
Papi pats my inner thigh. “It’s okay to leave it in as long as I want, right?”
“Yes, of course. There’s no harm in her keeping a catheter inserted as long or as often as you’d like. Your serum will prevent infection. Some Little girls might develop incontinence, but that doesn’t matter. In addition, many Little girls lose control over their bladders eventually anyway just from getting used to the comfort of being diapered. Would you like me to attach a bag?”
Papi shakes his head. “No. I’ll take one with me for nighttime, but I’ll empty her myself during the day.”
I hear the tinkling of the little chain, and my breath hitches. Ekert hands it to Papi. “You might as well thread the chain through the hoops. You can also loop it through her clitoral piercing. There’s a small clasp. If you ever want to add a padlock, we can do that, too.”
Lips pursed, I stare blankly at the ceiling, willing my pussy not to throb and leak to no avail. Wetness is running out of me and dripping onto the pad under my bottom. Arousal. Just like I’ve dreamed about several times.
Ekert lifts Sophie off her stool. “We’ll leave you two alone.” They silently exit the room.
Papi steps between my legs again. “There are no words, Baby girl. These stones are so stunning.” He flicks the one through my clit. “I’m going to thread the chain from the base near your bottom to your clit and fasten your labia closed. In the future, I’ll insert a small vibrator inside you and seal it in. You’ll wear a catheter any time I close your pussy up. The little tube will extend between a few of the hoops.”
I’m trembling from head to toe. His words are so filthy. I’m aroused enough to orgasm without him touching me at all.
Papi bends to close off my pussy. Later, I’ll have more sensation and be more aware of it, but I don’t need to watch him to grow more and more horny. He finishes off by clasping the last part through the ring on my clit. When he gives a slight tug, I gasp.
“There are a few inches left. I think I’ll have a little bell attached to the end of the chain so I’ll always hear my naked Little girl moving around the house with her pussy threaded closed.”
A long moan escapes my lips.
“Look, Little one.”
I lift my head to find him holding the mirror once again. I can’t breathe as I stare at his artwork. The stones are indeed gorgeous. My pussy is closed tight. The hood is permanently pushed back, exposing my clit. And the catheter extends out from between my lips.
Papi’s dominance is palpable in the room. He’s beyond pleased with how this looks and how I’ve reacted. He lowers the mirror and kisses my pussy several times. “Sexy as fuck, Bailey.”
