Page 43 of His Little Turquoise
When the waves of my orgasm finally subside, Dankin removes his finger from my naughty hole, and Papi lifts his away from my still-throbbing clit.
I’m so spent I can’t do anything but lie on the exam table like silly putty while Papi replaces my diaper and removes all the restraints. And then I’m in his arms, cradled against his chest. He snuggles Pokey in my arms and pops a pacifier in my mouth.
I’m still breathing heavily, and I close my eyes and tune out the world around me as I focus on nothing but how good it feels to be in his arms and how drastically different my life has become in a few short hours.
I know we’ve moved to another room when the door shuts, leaving us in silence. And I’m relieved as Papi sits and startsrocking me. My eyes pop open though when he tugs the pacifier free.
“You need a bottle, Baby girl. Then you can have the paci back.” He taps my lips with the nipple of a large bottle of formula. It looks like far too much for me to be able to swallow, but I suspect he won’t give me an option, and I start suckling.
It’s so good. It’s hard to resist sucking ferociously because I’m famished, and it tastes so delicious. I don’t have any idea what it is. There’s the faintest hint of vanilla, but other than that the flavors are foreign to me.
“That’s my good girl,” Papi praises as he rocks and feeds me.
By the time I’m finished, I’m more aware of my bowels than I’ve ever been in my life. I need to go number two, and I squirm. It’s too humiliating. I don’t want to use a diaper. I can handle peeing in one, but pooping is another story.
Papi lets me have my pacifier back as he continues to hold me tight, not letting me wiggle out of his grip. He pats my bottom. “Don’t fight it, Baby girl. Everyone has to empty their bowels. It’s part of life. You need to learn to submit to me in every way. I will always take care of you. It will get easier over time. I promise. Just know that when you let Papi care for you, it warms my soul. You are my life. I want nothing more than to take care of even your most intimate needs.”
It’s not as though I can prevent it from happening. After all, Dankin put a powerful suppository inside me. I’m not going to be able to hold back much longer. All I can do is squeeze my eyes closed, suck hard on the pacifier, and let nature take its course.
I try to block everything out as Papi changes me, and I’m too exhausted to keep my eyes open when he lowers me onto a soft mattress. I open my eyes just enough to notice I’m in a crib. Four slatted sides surround me, making me slide into the Littlest space I’ve ever been in.
I feel warm and loved with Pokey tucked into my arm as Papi settles a soft blanket over me. It’s the first time he’s covered me since he first removed my dress.
I sigh contentedly. My last thought before falling asleep is of Ava. I wonder where she is and what she’s doing. I hope she really is coming to Eleadia with me. It will make my transition so much easier. But what about her? This is not the kind of life she’s ever lived. Ava is not Little. She’s not even submissive. She must be furious, scared, and throwing a fit right about now.
Chapter Sixteen
Mia
I blink my eyes several times as I wake up, confused and then scared. Where am I? There are slatted sides around me. I’m in a crib?
As soon as Papi’s face comes into view, I remember, and my heart stops beating so hard. He smiles as he lowers the side of the crib. His hand comes to my tummy. “You slept hard, Baby girl.”
He pulls the blanket away and scoops me into his arms before kissing all over my face until I start giggling, and the pacifier slips out of my mouth.
Papi catches it before it falls, but he doesn’t give it back to me. He carries me to a strange table and sets me on my back. When he pulls a strap across my middle, I realize it’s a giant changing table, just my size.
My face heats when another realization dawns. My diaper is soaked, bulging. I peed myself in my sleep. That has never happened to me before today. That’s twice now. I purse my lips to keep from panicking. Why should I care if I wet myself? IfI’m going to wear a diaper all the time, it shouldn’t matter. But the thought of not maintaining control over my bladder is unnerving.
“What’s the matter, Baby girl?” Papi asks. “You’re in a panic.”
“I wet myself again,” I respond, mortified.
“You’re going to have to do so from now on, Little one. You’ve already done so a few times. Why all the anxiety this time?”
“Apparently I lost control in my sleep, though. Why, Papi?”
He removes the soaked diaper and slides another one under me before reaching for a button on the wall above the changing table and pressing it. With a hand on my tummy, he responds. “You were very tired, Mia. Plus the combination of several doses of my serum and the formula helped you relax. You slept deep both times.”
“Oh.” I’m not sure his explanation is sufficient, but at least he takes away some of my anxiety.
“The next time you go to sleep, you will wake up on Eleadia. Don’t forget what Papi told you. You’ll be too weak to even lift your head for a while. I don’t want you to panic. I will never leave your side except when you’re in the safety of your crib, and even then, I’ll have a baby monitor on me at all times in case you awaken. You won’t have any control over your bladder or your bowels.”
I gasp. “Ever?”
He gives me a reassuring smile. “Most Little girls do regain control within a few weeks, but it’s a moot issue. It doesn’t matter whether or not you start using your diaper with intention.”
There is a knock on the door.
