Daughter's Desire
by Persephone
A Commercial for Daughter's Desire Laboratories
The commercial starts with a tall, well-endowed pretty brunette woman in her twenties, wearing a white lab coat and holding half a red onion. She stands before a glass wall, and behind it men in lab coats are peering into microscopes and looking professional.
"What do onions have to do with frilly dresses?" she asks the viewer. Then she holds up a charcoal briquette.
"What does charcoal have to do with adolescence?"
She puts them down and holds up a sparkly red girl's shoe.
'What do feet have to do with semen?"
She turns away from the viewer, and when she turns back, she has the face and body of a thirteen year old girl, speaking with a little girl's voice.
"And how can ancient Chinese mysticism help your relationship with your daughter?"
She kneels down, disappearing from view. Then suddenly she walks into shot from the right, once again in her twenties.
"We used to wonder the same thing. But these are questions we've been addressing for years.
"I'm Tamara Klein, and we are Daughter's Desire Laboratories.
The screen flashes to the company logo, a blue circle with a pretty blonde girl's face in it, with very obvious cum on her cheek, a microscope next to her and the letters DDL across the bottom, the rounded D's where her boobs would be.
The image flashes toward the viewer and the sparkles coalesce on Tamara, standing before an idyllic living room scene.
There's a fire in the fireplace, Daddy is in his armchair and reading to his young ten year old daughter who sits in his lap. She wears a blue pinafore dress.
'We know how special your daughter is to you. She's the light of your life, the sparkle in your eye. You wish you could keep this moment alive forever."
Scene change to the same girl, now sixteen or seventeen, in a black leather miniskirt and crimson blouse. Father and daughter are fighting. There's no sound, but she's yelling angrily at her father who stands silently, confused and impotent, until she storms out and slams the door.
Tamara walks into the scene to where the daughter just was.
"But little girls grow up, and start breaking away from the family, sometimes in painful ways."
Scene change again, to an open field on a sunny day. As the camera pans slowly from left to right, Tamara walks with it. Behind her, the father and the (once again) little girl stroll hand in hand. He has a very obvious erection under his pants.
"We can't stop your little angel from growing up, but we can keep precious moments like this alive for you for years."
Scene change again, to inside a Chinese restaurant. Tamara is seated at a table, and behind her a Chinese waitress in a skirt slit to the hip serves a meal to two men.
"It may surprise you," Tamara says conversationally, making eye contact with the viewer, "that the 'old wives tale' of keeping onions on your feet while you sleep goes back centuries." She holds a tablet to show the viewer an image of a foot in a sock, with an onion slice wedged in against the sole. "It actually works - the onion revitalizes and renews you while you sleep."
She swipes the screen on the tablet, which now shows a mesh bag of finely ground black charcoal.
"And charcoal, as you may know, is used in aquariums to keep the water fresh and clean. It filters out any impurities."
The Chinese waitress places a tall glass of water on the counter for Tamara. Their fingers touch, lingering on the glass as if they desire each other.
The little girl and her father come in and sit next to Tamara, but don't acknowledge her. The father looks at his little girl with open sexual desire. She smiles sweetly and she climbs into his lap.
"Our secret formula is based on these principles," Tamara tells the viewer.
"Onions to revitalize, charcoal to cleanse; and our special blend of Yohimbe bark, Vitamin E and seven other all-natural ingredients. And they all go...." she pauses and hold up the sparkly red shoes, and a shoe insert like Dr Scholl's, "... on the bottom of her feet."
She hands the pair of shoes to the father, who slips one on his daughter's foot as if she were Cinderella. As he does so, her skirt rides up her leg to reveal her sheer white lace panties.
"The other miracle about our 'Daughter's Desire' foot conditioners is that the blend of ingredients promotes obedience as well as sexual desire in your little angel."
The girl winks saucily at her father, leverages her foot to raise her bottom, and slips her panties gracefully off, placing them prominently on the table centerpiece.
"And that's not all," Tamara says, setting a bottle of massage oil on the table, "our Daughter's Desire foot massage oil works in conjunction with the pads. Rub the oil into your daughter's feet every night before she goes to bed. She'll love being pampered and you'll watching her transform into the adorable little ditzy sex princess you always dreamed she'd become."
Tamara hands the bottle to the loving father. HIs little girl puts her other foot in his hand, exposing her now bare young pussy to the viewers as he rubs the oil onto the other foot, then puts her second shoe on.
"The ingredients in the oil will transform your bashful little angel into a bubbly little bimbo, the kind who loves to play but can't remember what street she lives on, the kind who can't say no. The kind who loves it when you buy her pretty, frilly dresses - and who loves taking them off for you." The girl stands up and walked to the middle of the room, where two other diners have been watching in the background. Tamara and the girl's father all watch watch her closely. The little girl slips her dress off and hands it to the Chinese waitress in the slit skirt. "The kind who loves to show her Daddy how much she really loves him." Now naked, the girl dances a happy pirouette and scampers back to her Daddy. They kiss deeply, and then the little girl kneels before him and takes his cock out.
"At Daughter's Desire Laboratories," Tamara says while the little girl happily sucks her Daddy's cock, "we help keep your little angel an adorable little bimbo, for a few more precious years."
The Chinese waitress comes back into the shot, unzips her skirt and slips out if it. She straddles Tamara's lap, kissing her hungrily.
The scene fades to the logo again, but this time the cum is glistening and fresh, and the girl winks for the camera.
"Daughter's Desire Laboratories," Tamara says in a voice-over, "keeping your precious little daughter a ditzy little bimbo as nature intended."
