It was an unusually late night in Step-Daddy’s studio. This raw space of his is constantly changing to accommodate whatever project he is working on at the moment, but more often than not, there is one fixture that remains. My sweet little slut throne, assembled with raw pallets but ironically covered in soft cushion and plush velvet, somehow perfectly capturing my range of nastiness and class. It’s a constant reminder that despite whatever he is working on in the moment, I’m always remaining in his thoughts. And more than that, I am the focus of his efforts, as he is always training me to... Show more