Onions (Patreon)

Something makes me think it isn't just the onions making her cry... 😉

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Aw, are the onions making you cry, precious?

Y-yes. Just the onions, mistress. 

Good. I’d hate to think you were in tears for any other reason. That would be entirely ungracious, don’t you agree?

I… I…

Don’t you agree?

Yes. I agree, of course.

Excellent. I so prefer us to be on the same page about these things. 

May I ask for something?

Well, of course! I always want you to speak your mind. Within reason, obviously. 

I would… I would like a bra. Please.

A bra? Hm. I don’t know.

But I… I need one. 

You do? How interesting. Who wears bras though, precious?

Well…

Don’t worry. This isn’t one of my trick questions. 

Girls do, mistress. They wear bras. 

That’s right! So, are you saying that you’re a girl and therefore you need a bra?

I wasn’t one before.

That’s true. But now? After all the expensive treatments with the pills and the shots? After we zapped away the little bits of hair on your face? After we made very sure you could never be a daddy by taking away your testicles?

Now… Now I need a bra.

Say it, precious.

Now I’m a girl, and so I need a bra.

Excellent. Then we’ll go shopping after dinner. I know a wonderful place where we can do a proper bra fitting. Oh, and not too many onions in the stew. They’re murder on my stomach.