She would always protest when compliments were thrown her way, “oh no..” “I’m not..” “Please…” “Shut up!..” and so on.
It did her wonders to hear them echo around her as Daddy’s friends all smothered her with them, put things inside of her and applauded her aptness to take a plug, a cock, to swallow a lace strap.
Sometimes good little girls need to be reminded how pretty they are.
“My housemate works as a marketer for luxury home goods for the rich and famous. He freelances out of a showrooms stocked with high-end home entertainment systems, furniture, and appliances that cater to the celebrity class who don’t want to be seen shopping at a Best Buy or a Bed Bath & Beyond. Last week, he was telling me about a new empty showroom space he acquired in Chelsea, so I pitched him an unusual idea. I’ve been looking for a venue to set up this pet project for a very long time.”