“That’s my good girl. Open those pretty green eyes. I miss them. I want to see them again.”
I’m trying. I want the Daddy to be real. I want to see him.
He pulls the pacifier from my mouth.
“Talk to me, Baby girl.”
I lick my lips and finally manage to blink my eyes open enough to take in my surroundings. The first thing I see is an enormous man hovering over me. He must be well over seven feet tall. He’s so sexy. No wonder his voice calms me.
The man smiles, and I remember I know him. I’ve at least met him before. “There’s my girl.” He smooths my hair back from my forehead. “There’s those pretty green eyes.”
“Papi,” I mutter, the word slipping from my lips even though I’m not sure why.
His smile broadens, and he bends to kiss my forehead. “You’re back.”
Back from where? I glance around. Where am I?
The details start to come together like puzzle pieces. I’m not in the hospital anymore. I’m in Papi’s suite at Club Zoom. He’s been taking care of me. The bottles were real. So was the pacifier.
When I lift my head to glance down at my lower half, I discover what I suspected all along. I’m diapered, and my wrists are cuffed to my waist. My lip trembles.
Papi immediately removes the cuffs and rubs my wrists. When he lifts my hands to his lips, I tug them free. I remember he has a tendency to nick my skin with some sort of quill in his mouth.
He chuckles. “I won’t pierce you right now, Baby girl. Promise.”
“Why did you cuff me,” I protest.
“You wouldn’t stop playing with your titties, Little one.” He winks at me, his eyes dancing with humor.
I gasp and then purse my lips. I’d said that word out loud. More than once. I look away, embarrassed. Mortified.
Papi sets his hand between my legs and presses against the soaked material.
“You diapered me,” I mutter. “Was I too sick to use a bathroom or urinal?”
Papi unfastens the sides of the diaper and eases it away from my skin. I close my eyes so I don’t have to watch as he wipes my folds gently with a warm cloth. It’s so intimate and more embarrassing than the fact that I’m certain I mutteredtittyout loud more than once.
“Little girls on Eleadia are always diapered, Baby girl.”
I gasp, my eyes flying open.
“It’s our custom,” he continues. “It’s one of the ways we show our mates how much we care about them. We take care of our females in every way.”
My heart is racing as he guides my legs wider, pressing my knees higher. “I need you to lie very still for me, Little one. I’m going to remove the curls from your pussy.”
I still can’t find my voice, and I’m too weak to fight him. I can tell my fever had finally broken, but I’m so tired still.
Papi spreads some kind of ointment all over my pussy, careful not to miss a single millimeter of skin. He even reaches lower, between my butt cheeks.
We have substances like that on Earth. Lots of women keep their pussies bare. I’ve always been fastidious about grooming, but I’ve never shaved myself bare.
I whimper and turn my head away. How often does he intend to do this? My cheeks are heating again.
“This type of removal is permanent, Baby girl. I only need to do this one time.” Did he read my mind?
I’m trembling now. I’ll never have hair between my legs again?
“Hair traps moisture, Little one, which can lead to infections. The material our diapers is made out of is from the sumach plant. It’s softer and more absorbent than anything you have on Earth. It will keep the moisture away from your sensitive skin.”