Originally Posted By Lady Bellatrix
YUP!

I used to live in a small town in Buckinghamshire, just outside of London. If I knew the client lived locally to me, I would have the discussion if that we ever ran into each other in public, I would carry on and act as if I did not know them out of professional courtesy.

Sure enough, about two weeks after one particular session, I was at Waitrose doing my food shopping and saw a client with his wife. We clocked each other, smiled slightly and looked away. I don't think his significant other noticed.

This was not the only time. It was a small town so I always thought it best to have the conversation in advance.

What was creepy was the time a fanboy stalked me on the metro in Paris. But that is another story altogether....


Lady Bellatrix, My situation is very similar to your Buckinghamshire living experience. In my town running into current, ex, and protentional subs, is an occupational hazard. I was in a pizzeria the other day, stuffing my mouth with a piece of my favorite pie. The next thing I know, I feel eyes burning a hole through me.

I look over at the next table and there he was, ogling me. Before I could say double cheese with mushrooms, he was on his knees beside me. I acted as if I'd dropped something, bent over, and told him to get back in his seat.

I quickly boxed my pizza and dashed to my ride. To my total lack of
surprise, a rambling, apologetic, self abasing, please allow me to your slave, email arrived in my Domme account within minutes.
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