Page 40 of His Little Ametrine
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.”
Blessed angels. At least he’s not going to make a unilateral decision right here on the spot. I’m nervous and uncertain. Also, if they don’t stop touching my clit, I’m going to come. Wetness is leaking out of me and running down toward my bottom.
Ekert continues to tell Papi about other types of piercings. He’s no longer touching my clit, but he’s palpating my labia, and all I can do is hold my breath and pray for them to be done.
I turn toward Sophie. “Do you have other piercings?”
She shakes her head. “No.” Her cheeks grow pink. “I’m not that brave yet.”
Finally they are done, and Papi is sliding a clean diaper under my hips. “Thanks for all your advice. Go ahead and set the stones for her nipples and the ones for her ears.” He glances at me. “Do you like earrings that dangle, Baby girl?”
I nod.
“Let’s do that then,” he tells Ekert.
“I’ll get them set and let you know when they’re ready.”
“I’ll get back to you about any others we might want.”
I’m panting and wet and needy. Even though I shouldn’t like it when Papi makes me come in front of other people, I’m living in a new dimension where such things are not frowned upon. I kind of wish he had stroked my pussy some more before he put my diaper on.
“Let’s arrange a playdate for the girls in a few weeks when Sara is on her feet,” Ekert suggests as Papi unfastens me from the chair.
Papi scoops me into his arms. “That’s a great idea. She needs to make friends.”
I really like Sophie, so I’m excited. I wish my stupid legs would work faster. I vow to do all my exercises this afternoon. I want to walk. I’m tired of lying on my back.
Sophie waves goodbye from the doorway after Papi has me back in my stroller. “See you soon,” she calls out. Ekert has his hands on her shoulders, and I wonder if he’s as strict with her as Raevion is with me about opening the front door or going outside without permission.
I haven’t seen a single Little anywhere alone. In fact, the only place I’ve seen other women is at the park. None of them were alone. They all had a Papi hovering nearby. Papis really take protection to the extreme.
Papi walks back toward our house slowly.
I’m glad. I love the weather here. It’s perfect. And the colors. They are stunning. So vibrant, and there are so many more colors than I’ve ever seen. It’s breathtaking.
When we get back to the house, Papi lifts me out of the stroller and takes me out to the backyard. “I bet you’d like to lie in the sun for a while. It feels so nice out.” He spreads a blanket out on the grass with one hand while he holds me against him with the other. He’s so strong.
