All characters in this story are 21+. The use of the word 'boy' is as a Domme's affectionate diminutive for her devoted pet.
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It was late afternoon, maybe 3 PM. My mind was wandering. I started to think about what to make for dinner. My phone bleeped. It was Miss.
Sushi, 6PM
, she texted.
"How did she get in my head like that?!" An idea for sushi came to mind. I texted her boy.
Dinner, Miss's, 5PM. Clean yourself well
, I sent.
I had a lot of prep work to do. I called Miss's preferred sushi spot and placed an order for her favorite items. I rummaged in my closet to find a small, Japanese style serving wood block I had made. It came in two pieces and they connected with dowels around a hole in the center. It was about 8 x 10 inches rectangular. I gathered a few other items.
I stopped to pick up the sushi and arrived at Miss's place around 4; early enough to get the place ready. I set the table with a thick tablecloth and a pillow. Her boy arrived. I had him strip and climb on to the table. He smelled good and I knew Miss would enjoy that. I had him on his knees and then bent him backward over the pillow behind him. This projected his pelvis upward and brought his head upside down to the edge of the table. I attached some discreet Velcro straps to keep him in place. I placed a small pillow under his neck to keep his head and neck comfortable.
I took the wood block and opened it. I lifted his cock and balls and he hardened in my hand. I placed a tight cock ring at this base to make sure he stayed hard. I then sandwiched his cock and balls in the hole in the block as I closed it. In this way, his cock and balls served as a mini centerpiece of the mini table now attached to his pelvis. I attached a smaller cock ring just below the corona of his throbbing mushroom head. I put some fake, miniature palm fronds through that ring making his cock look like a mini palm tree.
It was 5:45. Miss would be home any second. I quickly placed a few pieces of sushi on his little table, a few on his tight abs and a couple around his nipples which I capped, themselves, with wasabi. I then placed a small dish of soy sauce on his belly button and a second small dish of olive oil on the table under his 'tree'.
Miss came in. She was radiant. Her hair was perfectly coiffed. Her eyes sparkled and her luscious, luscious lips danced with a smile. She touched those lips to my cheek and I melted, though a certain body part reflexively hardened. She brushed my cheek with hand and touched her collar that I wore.
I escorted her into the living room. Her eyes popped when she saw her boy. She laughed with heartfelt joy.
She turned to me and said, "You've done well, boy," and she stroked my cheek again. My heart nearly burst.