Here's an ancient history story. First session 50 (!) yrs. ago. I was a horny college kid, 20, who saw a pic of a hot older woman and knew little or nothing about BDSM. Without revealing names the Mistress was late 40s or so, became a legend, she was my first. I called, said I wanted role play - shipwrecked sailor or a sub Tarzan. She said sure and I met her at her own small dungeon, worked alone except for a receptionist, who was a little older than the Mistress. Won't go into the activities but I was enthralled and she seemed to be impressed as she sent me to freshen up. As I got dressed in front of her and the receptionist, the Mistress said, "Do you want to go with me to a club? We could do the same scene in front of an audience." Immediately turned on yet scared - I had begun to have job interviews since I was a senior in college - I stammered, "I'll call you back."

I thought the place was Plato's Retreat, but that opened a couple of years later. I eventually said no, due to the fear of being outed. Looking back on it several times over the years as an older person I said, "Damn! I should have done that!" But, reason taking over, I was too young for all that.

Interestingly I knew the Mistress, off and on, for a long time, until the mid '90s. I trusted her and she seemed to like me. I was used at least three times to train novice Mistresses, so it was kind of public in a way. In the '80s she opened a much larger dungeon with weekly stage shows. While I didn't participate in that, when she stopped doing regular sessions the Mistress recommended me to novice Mistresses that she thought I would like - and would be safe for them to play with. The Mistress saw my exhibitionist streak and encouraged it. (But I'm very glad now I never went to public parties.)