Page 35 of His Little Cryptolite

Words. That’s good. But they won’t work to manipulate me.

“I know you just wet your diaper, naughty girl. I also know you’re capable of controlling your bladder. We can work on diaper dependency next, but right now, you can’t convince me you’re not capable of holding it in.” I lean over her. She refuses to meet my gaze, but I look at her anyway. “And, Baby girl, I will always put a pee pad under you just in case, so I don’t mind a bit if you urinate all over yourself. It will simply reinforce my belief that you thrive under a deeper level of regression.”

She pouts. “Binky.”

“You may have your pacifier back after you do your exercises. And you may not do them half-assed. I will count the reps. I won’t include any that aren’t acceptable.”

Now that her arousal has ebbed, I slide the vibrator into her pussy again. Fuck, she’s tight. The only time I penetrated her was with my finger, and that was six months ago. Her channel has returned to its tightened state. I’ll need to work on stretching her for some time before I’ll be able to fully claim her with my aching cock.

Allisa moans. “Papi…” That word is music to my ears.

“Hands on the bar,” I demand firmly.

She finally reaches up to wrap her fists around the pole, gripping it tightly.

“That’s a good girl.” I continue to tease her with the vibrator, letting it slide slowly in and out. It’s not enough to get her off. I know this because I can scent her arousal. “Pull yourself up five times.”

She groans as though I’ve asked her to dig a ditch behind the house, but she manages to lift her body sufficiently three of the five times.

“That’s three. Two more.”

Pouting, she gives me two more.

“Good girl. Now, since you needed Papi to use this spreader bar on your legs, we’ll have to modify that exercise. You won’t be able to lift your legs all the way up with the heavy weight, but I want you to lift them until the bar touches my hand. Five reps.”

I hold my palm out a few inches from the bar. It’s a good exercise. The bar isn’t meant to be so heavy that she can’t move at all. It’s only weighted enough to prevent her from bringing her legs together or straightening them in her crib. It’s a training device.

Allisa grunts as she lifts her legs. “Too hard, Papi,” she complains. I’ll take it. At least she’s talking, even if it is to argue.

“It’s not too hard, naughty girl. Do it again. Four more.”

“Meanie,” she mutters as she uses her abs and even her arms to help her lift her feet a few inches off the floor.

After four more leg lifts, I reward her by tucking my head under the bar and flicking my tongue over her clit until she comes.

My girl is loud, screaming her release. I think she’s shocked that I let her orgasm.

“That’s a good girl,” I praise, rubbing my hands on her inner thighs. “Did you forget how nice it feels when Papi lets you come?”

She shakes her head.

“Your exercises are important, Allisa. You need to gain all your strength back.”

“Why?” she sasses. “It’s not like you’re going to let me walk.”

I chuckle. “Your strength is important for your safety, naughty girl. And when you’re done with your exercises, I’m going to spank your bottom for being so insolent. Now, start the next repetition of five when you’re ready.”

Chapter Thirteen

Allisa

He’s manipulating me. It’s so frustrating.

We’re playing a game. He thinks he’s winning, but I’m the one who’s winning. After all, the man just gave me an orgasm, and I don’t think he fully understands how much I thrive on his firm dominance.

I’m strong enough to pull myself up with my arms. I’m also strong enough to lift my legs higher, even with the evil bar between them. But I prefer to test him. I like it when he reprimands me like a naughty Baby. His firm tone makes my heart race.

Here are the things I know for certain. I’m addicted to that pacifier. I hate when he takes it away. We both knew that would probably happen when he let me have it, but I don’t think either of us calculated how much power that would give him.