Hello my lil cuppy cakes and a bright good Monday to you ALL. At last the sun has broken through the clouds and it looks to be a Prime Example of a Perfect Spring Day!
As is my habit on Mondays I spend some of my morning, catching up with callers I haven’t heard from lately and POP them a little drive by Yahoo IM Love. You know Miss Viv, always wanting to know how her favorites are fairing down the bumpy road of life.
What always seems to come from my Monday Love Notes, is a mental kick start for the writing side of my noggin. Today while chatting with the Tasty Chef, the subject turned to how well he would fit in my circle of kinky Friends. Masculine and with the nature I most cherish, I could see him comfortable and content in a Service position in my Home.
We’ve shared many things, Tasty Chef and I. Recipes, menu planning, the best way to bard a eye-round and even the woeful state of butchering industry. Amazing how common conversations can turn my mind to more twisted thoughts?
We started talking about parties and the kinds of events our BDSm Family produce or attend, where he could be of some use. Handsome bartender in nothing but a smile and starched white apron, or perhaps a human footstool for my girlfriends weary feet, would fit tasty boy to a T – but those seem such mundane tasks for one so skilled in food.
Hey! What better spot to put such a tasty servant, than as the Centerpiece!
Now my mind is just flipping! Pictures of yummy males laid out on a silver platter, pretty behind held high, and an apple stuck in it’s mouth. Oh my! That would surly perk up any kinky gathering!
I’m sure our scrumptious keyboard conversations will continue in this sexy and direction, and add to the deletable fantasy.
Dear Mistress Vivian,
it was a pleasure to chat with you the other day. You are always the breath of fresh air. As i read your post it came to me that only you can make my insides turn to jello and my outside turn bright red from blushing. I love the way you think, few chefs have the artistic vision and insight to come up with such a use for subby servants. you never know you just might have a chef knocking on your door…