“Excited for the party now?” my Dom asks. “I am, I’m excited to show off my new Centerpiece!”
When the first couple arrives, they act surprised to see me. But instead of being drawn to my naked form by curiosity, they feign discomfort. This drives me wild, allowing me to pretend that my Dom really did just throw a party with me unexpectedly displayed in the middle of the living room. I also feel warmed by the care it shows that my Dom put so much effort into preparing such an elaborate scene for me, indulging my long-time fantasy.
As the rest of the guests arrive, the more they ignore me, the wetter I become. He called me his Centerpiece, and I find that I really am more of a decoration than entertainment. Dom is all too happy to show off his gorgeous prize, but it is being both the center of attention while simultaneously reduced to an ornament that thrills me. It is this duality that says, “Even the shiniest toy is only a toy.”