A couple of days ago, I took myself to Brunch at a local specialty breakfast/lunch restaurant. Interestingly, I was seated by a couple that caught my attention right away.

How I Knew

They were sitting in a deuce (a table for two), the woman facing me, the man across from her. They were clearly in love, maybe even new love?

What caught my eye instantly was the choker around the woman’s throat.

Pink velvet with a dangling silver heart.

I knew it was far more than just a choker. No one wears chokers anymore except submissives or slaves when they are out in public. I know they were de rigeur at one time, but very few and far between today.

My interest was piqued. I began my Domme-type observations.

• She never took a bite until after he did.
• She was demure towards him.
• She lowered her eyes often.
• He would say something to her (I couldn’t hear what he was saying) and she would follow up with, “Thank you, Sir,” or “Yes, Sir.”

Their sexual energy oozed like mercury, off the table, onto the floor and into a puddle that slid quietly over to me, soaking my feet.

I made my move.

The Dance

As I got to their table, I introduced myself, then turned and addressed the woman, saying, “Your collar is so lovely.”

She blinked, time skipping an obvious beat, then she stammered a thank you.

Ha! I was right!

I then purposefully committed an enormous BDSM faux pas by reaching out and touching her collar’s dangling heart. This would confirm my belief this was a Dominant/submissive relationship.

The Dom noticeably bristled, but remained quiet.

I turned to him and said, “You must love your pet.”

He smiled lovingly and said,  “Yes I do, very much.” Then he asked if I would like to join them while pulling a chair from the table behind him. He put the chair against their table, in the aisle, each an equal distance from me.

It was a strategic location.

Open Boundaries

As we sat together at the small table, we finished our meals and then, once the server removed the dishes and refilled our drinks, we chitty-chatted about superficial stuff: how things are going in town, the daily thunderstorms… then we moved to more serious topics like how the LGBTQ community is healing from the Pulse tragedy in Orlando. We sat quietly for a few moments, remembering all the pain of our mutual “family” members.

Slowly, our physical space lessened. Our movements became more intimate. I’d lean over and touch the sub’s arm gently as I emphasized a point. The Dom occasionally brushed my thigh with his hand. All the while, the lovers’ hands remained connected across the table.

They were clearly bringing me into their space, but were declaring their primary bond, putting me in my place as new toy; I embraced their acceptance and I would not betray it.

I Want Kinky Sex (Part 2) here!