Oh my gosh, girls… I still get butterflies just thinking about it. Every single morning Mommy snaps her fingers and I drop to my knees in front of her, already trembling in the tiny pink satin panties she makes me wear. They’re so delicate, edged with the softest white lace that tickles my smooth little sack and hugs my pathetic micropenis like it’s trying to hide how useless it is. The front is embroidered with tiny sparkling letters that spell “Mommy’s Tiny Toy.” No matter how hard I try, that […]