Gentleman of Brentwood

I've certainly had no complaints since moving to Brentwood. The community is lovely, the business opportunities are substantial, and I find the values, by and large, very in line with my own way of thinking. 

The house that I purchased upon arrival is also a delight, very well made, and very spacious. Unfortunately, a spacious house can feel somewhat empty, and when one comes home from a long day, one wants certain creature comforts.

One of the things I learned upon moving to Brentwood was that while no woman was equal to a man, some women had more or less rights than others. There was an entire classification system for females! And the type that caught my eye the most, I confess, were Brentwood's "Dolls".

Petite women, dressed in frills, reduced to a childlike state of helplessness, altered and trained to be as adorable as possible. I decided I simply had to have one! Perhaps even several! I certainly had the means to collect... 

Regrettably, I was at a bit of a loss on where to start, when by chance, I encountered just the young woman to be the first doll in my collection. During a business trip to the Pacific Northwest (which was, in essence, an excuse for me to oversee the integration of Brentwood Importers into my company's infrastructure there), I happened upon a pretty little thing named Jennifer.

I found her in a coffee shop, where she was typing away at some manuscript or another on a laptop. Her fashion sense left much to be desired, as did her attitude (the moment she noticed my eyes upon her she became surly and stand-offish), but beneath it all I could see real potential! 

Upon researching her, the Importers reported that she was active on several dating sites, but was, to date, a virgin. I decided I had to have her.

Little Jenny, as she now answers to, had a rough time adjusting to being my doll. She was so used to doing what she wanted, when she wanted, so used to getting away with an unladylike personality. Now her life is managed for her, down to the minute. Indeed, it's rare when I don't have her restrained in some way or another. While I have managed to discipline her into a much sweeter and more submissive demeanor, I'm afraid she's still a needy little thing. Still, that is adorable in it's own way. Really, you should have seen the look on her face when I informed her that she wasn't just going to remain a virgin for the rest of her life, but would have daily edging and denial sessions to look forward to as well!