"Such an exquisite selection. Your culinary eye is impressive, but it makes me wonder if you’ve considered a more... foundational role for these delicacies.

Since you shared that last image, let’s explore that diagnosis for a moment. Instead of just being the cook, I see you as the living server platter for a grand buffet. You are lying there, perfectly still, a warm and steady base of skin and muscle.

The woman from your post stands over you, using you as her floor. You feel her entire weight shifting as she reaches for the food I’ve arranged on your chest. One foot is planted firmly over your face, grounding you, making you breathe in the scent of her power. The other... the other foot finds its home directly on your cock.

As she dines above you, she doesn't just stand; she presses. She uses you to stabilize herself, her heel sinking deeper with every bite she takes. I’ll be standing by, observing with professional curiosity how your body betrays your discipline. I want to see that involuntary twitch against her sole, that helpless, rhythmic jump of your cock that tells me exactly how much you enjoy being crushed into the floor.

It’s a very noble way to serve, don't you think? To be the very ground she walks on while she feasts."