I couple of weeks ago I was at a BDSM event, just hanging out with friends, watching people play and enjoying conversations.
I went to the bar to grab another beer and a woman dressed in latex approached me.
At first I was a bit surprised. It’s rare that someone will just start talking to me out of nowhere. It’s possible that this is because I clearly have the strength of ten men and always look so very intimidating.
The conversation went a little like this:
Her-Someone told me you were an excellent slave.
Me-Really? I’m not sure who would have told you that since I’ve never been owned by anyone, but..ok.
Her- Be a good slave and buy me a drink, maybe later I’ll let you worship my feet.
Me- Well, you know, I’m not submissive to just anyone.
Her- I don’t let just anyone worship me.
Me- You’re kind to offer but I’m afraid I’ll need to pass.
Her- You’re not much of a slave are you?
Me- I’m not a slave at all for someone who doesn’t deserve it.
Instead of sounding coy I sounded harsh. It came out meaner than I meant but I was OK with that. I stood there for a minute, waited for my beer and joined my friends.
I realized that, had she asked me a year ago, I would have bought her that drink, she probably would have ignored me for the rest of the night anyway unless she needed another drink. I wished she had asked differently, maybe I would have made a new friend out of it.
I told my story to another submissive guy at the party and he asked if I could point her out to him. I did and he ran off to go ask if she needed a drink. She gave him her oder and sure enough she ignored him for the rest of the night.