After a few hours of milling around East London with my phone at the ready, I finally got a text from N to say she was just leaving Mistress V's place and asking where I was. As I was only in the street parallel to Mistress V's, we agreed to meet in the turning connecting the two.
Given that I have known N for more than 20 years and only saw her last weekend, it is ridiculous how excited I was to see her walking toward me, looking, in her shades, striking cobalt blue summer dress and gold sandals just like the movie star she had been in my recent dream.
She had evidently had a good session and was still in her Domme mind-set since, as I approached her she loudly said: "Hello, slave"! I decided to respond by saying back, with an equal disregard for who heard us, ""Hello, Mistress!" In fact, anyone who heard us would probably have thought this was some kind of in-'joke.
N held out her hand for me to kiss, which I did happily, then handed me her bag to carry as we both headed for the high street. Some teenagers on bikes were watching us, but seem not to have been unduly perturbed. N suggested we go to a nearby pub we had visited before and get something to eat.
N ordered for us and decided not to let me have alcohol, as 'it might get me horny', though she proceeded to tell me all about her session with Nigel, which was pretty arousing. Apparently, she had brought a change of clothes in anticipation that she would work up a sweat whipping him, which she assured me she did.
The most interesting thing she told me though, was that she had actually broken it to him during the session that she would not be doing one of the things he had particularly requested, that is, she would not be letting him drink her pee - because his wife had said she did not want him doing that!
I knew that N had discussed the session with Ursula, but I was not aware that Ursula had vetoed any of Nigel's requests. In fact, the two Ladies had discussed exactly what she would do and instead of toilet servitude, Nigel was treated to sucking N's strap-on and a rough pegging.
It was explained to him that this had been agreed with his wife and N had even played him a little recording of Ursula admonishing him for his choice. She told him in no uncertain terms that she was not prepared to kiss a man who had been drinking another woman's urine and that as a result, she had authorised a change to his session.
I thought that was a brilliant, if risky, touch and typical of N's daring and unorthodox approach. She said she believed he would go along with it because he was getting what he really wanted, i.e. the domination of his wife, rather than the satisfaction of a fetish which, admittedly, N herself had introduced him to!
I felt privileged just to be in the company of such a daring, imaginative domme and I allowed myself to hope that she might play with me a little while we were out together. She didn't, but we did go for a short walk over a local park after eating and she let me carry her sandals while she walked barefoot, which thrilled me.
N really doesn't have to do much at the moment to drive me batshit crazy; I'm starting to think that a spell in chastity combined with a little domination can work wonders in breathing fresh excitement into an old relationship; not that the excitement has ever really gone out of ours.
[Top image is an edited version of one from internet search. Okay, N didn't quite look like that but you get the general idea. Bottom image is also from an internet search (on the phrase "Domme says No") with my caption added]
