Page 29 of His Little Morganite

Papi slides his hand up to cup one of my breasts. He flicks my nipple several times. “You can’t be that surprised, Baby girl. I told you this would happen.”

I shake my head. “No. Please. No.” My pussy is stretched and dripping. I can feel my vagina clenching hard around the speculum. “Please,” I beg again. “I can pee in a cup or something.”

Papi sets his other hand on my head and bends over to kiss my forehead.

I’m trembling as I feel something being inserted in my pee hole, and I cry out when the doctor’s finger presses against my clit. I’m going to come. I’m going to orgasm right here with a tube in my urethra and the doctor leaning between my legs.

My entire body shakes as he continues to guide the tube deeper until suddenly it enters my bladder, and I hear my urine flowing out into a basin of some sort. It echoes loudly in the room, humiliating me further.

The doctor presses harder against my clit before moving that hand up to examine my bladder against my belly again.

My vision swims as I try not to come. Why am I so horny?

Chapter Ten

Ava

I’m trying so hard not to be affected by this examination. I don’t understand what’s happening to me. While my pee runs out, I feel tremendous relief, but at the same time the stimulation against my clit is too close to my urethra.

Papi and the doctor are talking, but it’s too hard to focus on their words. Something about Littles needing regular visits to the doctor in order to fulfill their need for deep submission and humiliation associated with medical play.

Dankin fiddles with the catheter when my urine stops flowing. He doesn’t remove it, though.

“I’m going to clamp the catheter off near her urethra and cut the tubing so that a few inches are left.” He removes the speculum that’s holding my vagina open wide. “My advice would be to leave the catheter inserted until she’s in stasis. She’s stubborn. There’s no sense fighting with her about wetting her diaper in the few hours you have left before departure. When I’m done examining her, I’ll open the tube, and you can let her pee run out naturally to saturate her diaper for the last few hours.”

Papi nods agreement. Damn him.

“I’m sure you know this, but after you arrive at home, she will have no ability to control her bladder for the first few weeks. As she regains muscle control, you might need to readdress her stubbornness. Let the doctor at home know that he might need to catheterize her at that time until she gives up the fight. I wouldn’t suggest letting her go more than an hour without wetting herself. It’s not healthy. She can be stubborn about a lot of things, and you can discipline her accordingly until she complies, but taking her bottles without fuss and filling her diapers are matters of health.”

Papi nods again. “Got it.”

I’m overwhelmed. I feel like I might float out of my body.

Dankin continues, “Since I’ve mentioned bottles. Make sure she sticks to the schedule upon arrival, too. No skipped meals. No half-finished bottles. Stubborn Little girls sometimes need coaxing for that, too. I’ll give you a small clamp in case you need it. Even when you first arrive and she has no mobility, do not hesitate to use the clamp to coerce her to eat. It’s easy and effective. I’ve never heard of a single Little holding out more than a few seconds after they’re introduced to the clamp.”

Clamp? I can’t keep up. I’m still reeling from the suggestion that Papi might make me wear a catheter to force me to pee. What is this clamp they’re talking about?

The doctor turns around, opens a drawer, and returns a moment later. This time he’s at my side. He holds up the strange device, showing it to Papi before he grabs my breast and holds it tight, squeezing, forcing my nipple to pucker and protrude.

Dankin glances at me. “I’m going to show your Papi how to put the clamp on your little titty, Baby girl. It will burn. I will only leave it a few seconds this time.”

I want to protest, but my jaw won’t move. I don’t even blink. I think my heart stops as he lowers the evil device toward my nipple.

The doctor speaks to Papi. “You can easily do this with one hand if you need. Lower it over her titty until it touches the areola. Push the button on the side. It will suck her bud in sharply and clamp down on it.” A second later, the doctor does just that.

I scream in pain. It hurts so badly.

The doctor lets go of it, leaving it gripping my nipple. “It will release itself in two minutes, at which time, you can move it to the other titty and switch back and forth until she’s compliant.”

I gasp as the doctor releases the barbaric torture device. I’m pretty sure it hurts worse coming off, and I glance down to see if my nipple is still attached to my breast. It’s swollen and red and angry.

The doctor hands the device to Papi, who sticks it in his pocket. “The only problem with the clamp is that a certain percentage of Littles love the bite of pain. In which case, they tend to be intentionally disagreeable in order to get what they crave. If that happens, you can switch tactics. Let her experience the clamp or even spankings in exchange forgoodbehavior. If she finishes her bottle, let her wear it for two minutes on each side or even use it on her clit.”

Papi nods.

I’m so out of body. This can’t be happening.

Dankin moves down between my legs, leaving my aching titty feeling needy. Surely I won’t be the kind of Little he’s talking about. That’s ludicrous. And wait… I’m not even Little at all.