I’d gone out to play in public with my boy. I knew I was entering new territory, a new venue, new people and I was certainly a little nervous but my previous experiences had been good and I was keen to enjoy myself.
Mat was his usual adorable self and I took that as read. I was unsurprised to see him greeted warmly by people he already knew. I envy him his easy popularity; wherever he goes he attracts attention, smiles and warmth. I find it hard to talk to people I don’t know, I am shy and hesitant, I am sure people wonder why someone as open and fun as Mat puts up with a quiet, withdrawn Domme like me. I certainly couldn’t tell you.
Still I started the evening happy with a playful puppy in tow. Then suddenly I felt the biting of insecurity. At the time I couldn’t place what had disturbed me but it left me wanting to run away and hide.
My first responsibility though is always to my boy so I bit my tongue and carried on as best I could. That it was worth the struggle was certain by the end of the evening, when I saw him lying back, lost in pleasure as he was gently stroked with twin floggers.
His enjoyment calms me, centres me, reminds me that he is happy to be my boy no matter what anyone else may think.
Then I remember that we play in our own way and are happy in it, so I keep calm and carry on, looking forward to the next time we go out together.