Sleeping with a Friend

"Dom Deluise"

Earlier in the day, after I talked with mom, I checked my schedule and saw that I was meeting with "Dom" this evening. And I actually enjoyed meeting up with him. "Dom" had a troubling story. He was a client that Madame Sanguin had passed onto me before her retirement. When I met him, he was a little on the chunky and stocky side, and insecure in his own skin. He had fabulous features. He had porcelain skin without a freckle or blemish. His blue eyes reeled you to him, let alone his personality reminded me of... me. The wallflower. Stashing myself in a corner to be out of harms way. Well to be out of everyone's way.

"Dom" has a food fetish, and enjoys food. He loves the feeling of food all over his body and enjoyed eating everything as well. One night after out meeting had concluded, I talked with "Do". He almost had me in tears when he talked about how he was treated when he was a child. They poked fun a him because of his weight, and his looks, and that it didn't get any better as he grew up either. He was lonely and longed to be with someone I could relate to his feelings. I had the same thing , and kids can be cruel and heartless. He would always turn to food, that was his comfort blanket.

I gave him the opportunity to indulge his desire. I had looked into the food fetish world, and heard about "sploshing" parties. There was WAM, which stands for Wet And Messy, and "foodslops" where people BYOF, who clearly bring their own food. I had suggested them to "Dom", but he was far to shy being comfortable around other people. I had offered to go with him in group session, and even have him host a party himself at the studio. Just to show him that there were other people that were out in the world that shared his desire for food. But he still wasn't comfortable with coming out of his box. I actually gave him homework to do. I told him to go onto websites and find a few chat rooms to talk with people who also had food fetishes. Just to get him to open up and accept himself for who he is.

I remember the first time we met, it was his birthday. I brought one birthday cake with me, because I had never been with a foodie. I had it all planned out. I would tie him up and throw that cake at him. But that felt degrading to me, and I made my mind up that when I got there, I would simply ask him. We actually ate the cake and spent the rest of the evening talking. But the next time he scheduled a meeting, I was prepared. He told me what he wanted, and I was the one providing the service to give him what he wanted. I had brought a kiddie pool, and a few shower curtains and laid them on the floor. Bringing chocolate syrup and whipped cream and he showed excitement and interest at the idea.

Within a year, "Dom: came to me a completely different person. I helped him feeling secure in himself, and relaxed about his fetish with other people. Meetings wit him now had changed completely as well. he was the one who decided what he wanted to do and who he wanted to do it with. He had started going onto the websites and looking at some ideas. He was excited when he started going when he started talking with people, and was able to explore their fantasies as well. He also submitted his personal photos to a magazine called Splosh, which is all dedicated to those with food fetishes.

Before I left, I held the card I received from Francis, the nice older Uber driver. I called him to see if he was available and free for his services. He answered immediately and was surprised that I had called him. Within ten minutes he was at my apartment building. "Good evening Francis." he smiled. "Good evening. You know, I never got your name, really." Just as I closed the door and was able to give him my full attention. He peeked into the backseat to see me in the same mask, but everything else was different. "Ziva. It's Hebrew and means splendor." I could tell by his expression that he was taken back, "That's a very exotic name. Beautiful though." I laughed. Francis just nodded and began to drive. We made small talk, as it took about a half hour to get to my destination. AS we pulled up out front, he was saddened as we parted ways again. I exited his Cadillac with my belongings, and gave him another five star rating.

"Dom: is a chef and has been working in the business for over a decade. He's offered to take me out to dinner or even cook for me a few nights. He is the head chef of Cacao. They earned a five star rating for their fancy French cuisine. There is a large majority of the menu I can't pronounce. He never knew that I went there. I took Kelly and Xander once or twice, but "Dom" never knew that I was there.

The delivery guy was standing at the door as I made my approach "Dom"'s studio apartment. He eyes me up and down in my black mask and crimson lips. "For Goodness Cakes?" The man had a cart full of deserts, but he nodded to me. "No worries, there is an elevator inside. Follow me." We enter the studio and I just have the man place all of the edibles in the elevator. Once I pay and tip, I set the elevator up and send "Dom" a message that I was on my way up. He lingered by the elevator once its gears started to move. Greeting me, he was hardly wearing a thing. Wearing draw string linen pants, and no shirt, he was clearly now comfortable in his skin. Of course he didn't have washboard abs, but he made me smile when I saw him like this, because I knew he was happy. He opened the gate and I began to carry what I could to his kitchen.

"Ziva, what is all of this?" I smiled sheepishly. "It's a surprise." He read the side of the boxes. He smiled like a child getting the toy he had asked for on Christmas morning. He lead me towards his studio, and smack in the middle of the room was an ivory tub. Pristine and shimmering in it's porcelain form. A beautiful design was curved under the lip, and four lion paws held it up from the floor. He was happy to see me smile. "This is gorgeous." He told me that it did take him a little longer then expected to find it, but once he saw it, he knew that's exactly what I wanted. I circled the tub running through all of the possibilities this could have in the future. "So what did you want the tub for anyway?" I used my index finger to call him over. I loosen the string of his pants and order him to lay into the tub. He hesitated because it is extremely cold, but he does what he is ordered to do. I walked to my bag and removed a blindfold, and I carry a box of cupcakes back towards him and the tub. Before I let him know I'm there, I place the blindfold over his eyes, and he giggles. "What is all of this?"

I rested his arms on either side of the tub, and reveal two cupcakes. I kick off my shoes and step into the tub with him. I took the cupcakes and smeared them onto his chest. He let out a moan. "Oh my god!" The smell of the icing in the cupcakes started to arouse him slowly. I grabbed a few more cupcakes, and smashed them onto his chest. I raced back to the kitchen to grab the remaining boxes that were still in the kitchen and brought them back to the tub. "This one is going to be cold." I pulled out a cheesecake, and placed it on his c**k. I pushed some of the filling up his chest, around his sides, and down his legs. he leaned back and moaned in pleasure. "This feels amazing." He looked at me sitting at the other side of the tub. "You are one of my biggest inspirations." I shook my head, and took his hands allowing him to smear the icing over my breasts. I sucked a little bit off of his finger, his eyes were fixed on mine, watching every move I made. He pulled me in closer, and my bare breasts press against his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and held me in a tight grip. "I am so pleased right now. You have been with me and helped me in so many different ways. What woman wouldn't want to be with this? Why wouldn't YOU want to be with this?" he rubbed his hands down his icing covered body. Not trying to avoid his rolls and dimples. Rubbing icing all over himself. "Because you know I am not your type. I am here to help you, that is all. I help you to indulge your deepest fantasy, giving you confidence to become a stronger person". He reached his arms out and wanted to give me a hug.

"So what is my type then?" He asks me. "Do you remember the first time that we had a meeting? Because I do. You were such a shy lovable teddy bear. You told me, in you words, not mine, that you were, 'The fat kid that no one liked'." I walked around your studio, and looked at all of your pictures, all of your inspirations. You are obsessed with the Baroque era. And that is when I saw the Boucher's painting of Venus. And it clicked for me. The women that you see around you at the restaurant, are unrealistic for you. Mainly skinny waifs of waitresses, and sous chefs. The painting was of the woman that you were looking for, She needed to be strong curvy, confident, and brave. I am not your Venus. I am more of the Lucas van Leyden painting "Phyllis Riding Aristotle." I am a muse, the comic relief for society. Your Venus is out there some where, but she is not in the tub with you right now." Moving back over to the other side of the tub, I rested my arms on the lips of the tub and smiled at him. He lowered his head as though I had rejected him, but with a stern voice he added to my statement. "YOU are curvy, confident, strong, and brave woman! It was YOU that made me a better person." I shook my head no at him, as I smeared more icing on his chest. "You were already a great person when I met you. I only assisted in helping you realize that you were that great person."

He smiled and reached out for me once again. Just because it was a touching moment I leaned into him, and held him in an embrace momentarily, before I started to tease him again. Icing was lined throughout the ivory tub, and I reached for more to squish between my fingers. I had to admit that this was one of the most fun I have had with a client. But this was something I was good at, making people feel comfortable with themselves. I smeared icing over his lips, and had him taste it, even though I still had mounds of icing that was laced between my fingers. I enjoyed seeing his smile as he continued to run the icing all over himself. He grabbed my hand and watched with joy of the icing and cake being squished through our fingers. "That feels so good. Just like that." He leaned his head back and exhaled. "Are you sure there's nothing that I can say to convince you to be with me?" He looked at me with sympathetic eyes, as I shook my head no. "Now, it is time we shower." I exited the tub, and grabbed his shirt that he had left laying on the chair. I turned on the water and let it run, as I fetched him a towel, and helped him out of the tub. We walked together to the shower and he allowed me to enter first. he tried to remove my mask, but I moved his hands away. "You know the rules. Mistress Ziva NEVER removes her mask." He lowered his head and nodded.

He removed the shower nozzle and began to wash away the icing from my body. Once I was cleaned of icing, I took the nozzle and began to wash the icing from his body. He lathered up a shower scrub and began to wash my body, and I did the same for him. He quickly wrapped a towel around his waist, grabbing another towel he prepared to dry me off as I exited the shower. He was so careful ad delicate as he patted the towel against my skin. "Thank you Mistress Ziva, I am satisfied." I smiled, which meant our meeting is completed. "No need to worry about cleaning that up. I scheduled to have a cleaner come by and take case of everything." I walked back out into the studio, and retrieved my bag and another set of clothes before I left.