I couple of weeks ago I was at a BDSM event, just hanging out with friends, watching people play and enjoying conversations.

I went to the bar to grab another beer and a woman dressed in latex approached me.

At first I was a bit surprised. It’s rare that someone will just start talking to me out of nowhere. It’s possible that this is because I clearly have the strength of ten men and always look so very intimidating.

The conversation went a little like this:

Her-Someone told me you were an excellent slave.

Me-Really? I’m not sure who would have told you that since I’ve never been owned by anyone, but..ok.

Her- Be a good slave and buy me a drink, maybe later I’ll let you worship my feet.

Me- Well, you know, I’m not submissive to just anyone.

Her- I don’t let just anyone worship me.

Me- You’re kind to offer but I’m afraid I’ll need to pass.

Her- You’re not much of a slave are you?

Me- I’m not a slave at all for someone who doesn’t deserve it.

Instead of sounding coy I sounded harsh. It came out meaner than I meant but I was OK with that. I stood there for a minute, waited for my beer and joined my friends.   

I realized that, had she asked me a year ago, I would have bought her that drink, she probably would have ignored me for the rest of the night anyway unless she needed another drink. I wished she had asked differently, maybe I would have made a new friend out of it.

I told my story to another submissive guy at the party and he asked if I could point her out to him. I did and he ran off to go ask if she needed a drink. She gave him her oder and sure enough she ignored him for the rest of the night.