Two weeks ago, I went dancing with her.
I picked most of her outfit. She was going to wear a bra, but with small and firm tits like hers that is not even necessary. It was also me to tell her to pull up her top as much as possible, so as much of her stomach and chest would be visible. And to accentuate her thin waist, I told her to wear a chain around her belly.
Given how incredibly tight her little half-eastern-european and half-arab body is, she got a lot of compliments on the toilet, she told me. I was waiting for her to come outside. But she disappeared again after washing her hands.
When she finally left the toilet, she told me that a beautiful woman was complimenting her and asked if she could touch her body. So they disappeared into a toilet stall. This woman. whose name she did not even know. was running her hands up her body -- and, rather instinctively, she leaned back against the wall, pressing out her chest, signalling that it is okay to touch her breasts, too, which this woman did.
She told me that she got wet. This was her first time being touched like that by a woman. I told her that she probably could have kissed her -- she should have. Next time, she will.
I want her to be a slut for other women. And I want her to dress so sexy, other women can not help but admire her figure.
Later I told her that I want her to start giving compliments to women. At the supermarket, on the street, the train -- at least one compliment a day. I want this to be her new normal, and she is happy to oblige.
This woman might be the right one to train into a cuckquean.
