I have lots of pictures on my phone. Was just going through them. Here is a pic I look several months ago of a surly-looking mannequin in the window of a women’s clothing store near Times Square. Don’t mess with her!
I wonder what she’s pissed off about. Maybe the fact that it’s difficult for me not to look at her c-c-cleavage and also see that her n-n-nipples are stiff? 😮
The red dress makes her extra compelling to me as well. But maybe she doesn’t want me to ogle her?
Well, I could probably write a fictional story about her just to figure what’s going through her head, but then I remember: she’s a mannequin, and somebody designed her to look this way. Unless machines design mannequins now.
So maybe a better piece of fiction would be to imagine what might have been going through the head of the designer of such a surly mannequin!
Or a fictional tale imagining the person who bought or rented such cruel looking mannequin for a store…
The femdom mannequin!
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