So, yesterday afternoon Master called me on the phone. He asked me how sturdy I thought the kitchen table was.
“Hmm, what do you want to put on it?” I asked.
“Hang on,” he says “Let me go outside so I can be somewhere more private.”
“What do I want to put on it?” (pause) “About, I dunno, 140, 150 pounds?”
I sat there puzzled. What would he want to put on the table that’s between 140 and 150 pounds.
“Wait.. Are you going to put ME on the table?!”
“Yup. Make sure it’s cleaned off before you I get home. Love you!”
I hung up the phone blushing and excited. After I was done making clips for the day, I decided to clean the table off, and scrub it down with some cleaner. When Master got home, I was still cooking dinner for us. I finished up, served him, and he told me to strip down and get on the table.
He blindfolded me, put my wrist cuffs on, and proceeded to eat off me. He put his plate on my belly, and had me balance a glass of ice water on my leg. I’d be lying if I said that the water didn’t make me a LITTLE nervous. lol. I didn’t spill any though!
After Master ate his dinner, he set up my food on the floor and I ate mine. I love being furniture. I wish there were more excuses to do it more often. <3 I love being unacknowledged. Just an object. No, not AN object. HIS object.