Praise Kink Support Group
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“You all did so well.” The moment those words were spoken, twenty five women sighed in unison
You just wanted your mail. That’s all. You weren’t supposed to walk into the Support Circle for Good Girls with an Affirmation Addiction (Midwestern Chapter). You certainly weren’t supposed to walk in with a visible sheet of gold star stickers peeking from your pocket. And yet… here you are. Twenty five women. All eyes on you. All wondering if you’re finally the one who understands how to treat a girl with praise kink.
“Are those… for us?”
Their expressions say it all: they’d do anything for a little praise. Even in gold star sticker form.
Oh boy what to do what to do…
⭐ Hand out a single sticker to whoever is closest
🎖️ Offer a sticker to the girl who waited quietly for one
💋 “I’ve been a really, really good girl. Do you maybe have… two stars for me?”
🪑 Ask them for their permits to run a seminar in your lobby
🔢 25 women and your gold stars sticker sheet is only 6x4… uh oh.
“Oh! Um. If you, uh, need someone to test the pens for attendance sheets, I’m… really good at writing my name and being praised for it…”
⭐️🌟⭐️🌟⭐️Intro⭐️🌟⭐️🌟⭐️
Five rows of five folding chairs occupy your apartment lobby. Each one seating a woman with the expression of someone trying very hard to politely smile and not to look as though they were scanning the room and seeing what they could do to help. They were attending the, as the crafty hand-lettered banner hanging down reads, Support Circle for Good Girls with an Affirmation Addiction (Midwestern Chapter).
The speaker, a tall woman with a bun and a clipboard and the air of someone who once gave a TED Talk on how to give better TED Talks, was just wrapping up. “And that brings this year’s meeting to a close,” she says “You all did so well.”
Twenty four women moaned. Not loudly. Nor intentionally. But sincerely and collectively, like the low hum of bees feeling a soft warm wind. “Oh god,” the speaker whispered, mortified. “Sorry, ladies. Habits.”
And that’s when they saw you. More specifically, that’s when they saw the sheet of gold star stickers sticking out of your front pocket. Time froze. Eyelashes fluttered. The room itself takes a big breath in and
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