Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44495 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44495 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
“No, Baby girl. Our Littles do not work. We don’t even let them out of our sight very often. In your case, you will never be more than a few feet away from me.”
I frown. “Why?”
“Because I can’t stand the thought of not being able to see you at all times.”
“That’s silly, Papi. You can’t be with me every minute.”
“Yes, I can. You will be smothered by me at first. Maybe this feeling will subside over time, but for now, the most you will be alone will be the few minutes it takes me to eliminate and bathe myself.”
I swallow. He’s so intense. “How will you go to work?”
“I work from my home, Little one. My office is connected to my house. I will have a playpen next to me where you can play, read, or rest while I’m working.”
“A playpen? Like for babies?”
He taps my nose. “You are my Baby girl, Clara. Yes. A playpen. You will not be permitted to stand when you’re inside it. Sometimes I will tether you to my side so you can’t wander more than a few feet.”
I gasp. He’s serious. The burn in my nipples has slowly subsided, but I’m still extremely aware of them and even more so at the thought of being leashed. Is that what he’s suggesting? “Do you mean like a collar and leash?”
Papi shrugs. “We’ll figure out what works best for us. We can try a collar and see if you like the feeling of having a leash extending from your neck. You might prefer a harness or an ankle cuff.” He says all of this matter-of-factly as if it’s perfectly normal conversation.
“People don’t wear collars, leashes, harnesses, or ankle cuffs, Papi. You can’t do that.”
He trails a finger down between my breasts, making me shudder and crave more of his touch. “I know for a fact that even on Earth some people do indeed practice a form of dominance and submission where they enjoy being tethered to their Master.”
I sigh. He’s right. “But that’s not the norm.”
He shrugs as he circles one of my nipples with his finger. “It’s not the norm on Eleadia either, Baby girl. I don’t actually know any Papis who tether their Little girls. I’ve never seen it. I know they keep their mates close and enforce strict safety rules. I know they don’t permit Littles to stand in their cribs or playpens. Females are also not allowed to touch the stove or oven or anything else that’s dangerous. No Little girl is permitted to leave the house alone. None are given permission to climb up onto the furniture either. It’s too high and much larger than what you’re accustomed to on Earth. I will spank your bottom hard if I catch you climbing onto anything for any reason. Both of your feet will be on the floor at all times unless you’re inside your playpen or crib, in which case you’ll stay on your bottom.”
I stare at him, not breathing. It’s a lot to absorb.
He continues, “I know Papis feel strongly about their mates. I get that now that I’ve found you, but for some reason, I feel a higher level of protectiveness than I’ve heard from others. Maybe because you scared me nearly to death when I first met you. The fact that you needed a tumor removed from your head within hours of me finding you might be causing me to feel more cautious than the average Papi.”
I try to remain calm as I respond. “I get that, Papi, but a leash is overboard.” Surely he won’t expect me to literally stay within feet of him.
He trails his distracting finger up to my neck and drags it along the circumference under my jaw. His voice is soft and sultry when he speaks. “You might like the feeling of a pretty collar around your neck. I could get something bedazzled with hessonite stones to match the ones dangling from your titties. A pretty leash to match. The weight of it hanging between your breasts would give you a sense of security. The tug if you moved too far from my side would remind you that you belong next to me.”
I’m panting as he continues stroking my neck. I can practically feel the collar as he describes it. I can sense its weight and the tug from him giving a pull on the leash to rein me back in.
Papi trails his finger and his gaze down to my chest. He lightly strokes my skin between my breasts and then along the swell beneath them. His voice is even lower and filled with sex as he continues, “Perhaps you’ll prefer a harness. I could have it bejeweled with hessonite stones, too.” He circles my boob with his finger. “I could have Ekert design something just for you. A special harness that comes over your shoulders, circles your breasts, and reaches around to your back. I could clip a leash to the front or the back of it. It would give you the same sense of security. I could attach the leash to my wrist, my waist, or even my desk, depending on the circumstances.”