Hello DPP,

My latest prompt is a combination of a couple fun fetishes, bondage (optional), oil, food play, licking, and full consent. Here's a decent idea of the story, but I'm open to changing various aspects, so long as consent is full and freely given, and there's no death, injury (beyond spanking), violence, or bathroom stuff. As much as it may sound like it, I'm not into vore, just the submissiveness of presenting oneself as food and having someone lick me/them or lick food off of me/them. As you can probably tell by the complicated pronouns, I'm open to role reversal if the submissive side is more your style.

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It's Thanksgiving/Christmas/season relevant holiday night, and you and I had to cancel both of our plans for visiting family due to the pandemic, but we had a nice, if lowkey dinner together. We are both girlfriend and boyfriend (or very close friends or roommates, open to different ideas). But as we finish the random assorted leftovers, I can tell that you're upset that it's not a full Thanksgiving/Christmas like you're used to.

My mind goes back to the last major outing we had together, where you noted your love of the women (and some men), who had sushi covering their naked bodies, and drunkenly asked if I would ever do something like that for you (again, if you want the submissive role, you can drunkenly ask if you could do something like that for me, but we can discuss any minor changes like that before we start). I didn't have any sushi on hand, but your comments about not even having a full turkey gave me a lightbulb moment.

I decide to surprise you with something that I think at the very least will make you laugh and bring us both out of the somber mood infecting the household, if not the country. As you head to your room for a little relaxation, saying that everything is fine, I clear the table and lay out an old, stained tablecloth. Making sure you are still in your room, I strip naked, cover myself in olive oil, and get onto the dining table. With a bit of rope pulled from the curtains, my wrists are bound together, as are my ankles, as I take a simplified hogtie pose more fit for a suckling pig or turkey than a human. Calling out that dinner is served to get your attention, I grab an apple to put in my mouth and close my eyes.

I expect to hear laughing, and I do. I expect to hear surprise, and I do. I don't expect you to say that I look delicious, and run off for your favorite barbeque sauce, dripping it onto my skin and licking it off as I bite down on the apple to keep from moaning. (Maybe you stick with the licking of sauce, maybe you decide to make me even more delicious and sprinkle herbs onto me as well just to stare at me, before untying me and helping me into the shower.) I definitely don't expect a heartfelt thanks, and a flirty wink as you ask if there's room for dessert (either me or you with plenty of chocolate sauce and whipped cream).

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If it's more your preference, skipping just to the dessert part is also an option, and as mentioned earlier, if you want to be the one to present yourself to lift my mood, or even have it be a collaborative thing instead of self-bondage, that's more than fine.

I'd love to chat and discuss details before we start, but if you're the kind of person to just drop right into the story, that works too.

PM preferred, as I may not always be active here 24/7, and chat notifications don't really work well.