I was dressed to his specifications. My four inch heals, stockings, garter, a dress that buttoned all the way down the front. My hair, nails and makeup were perfect. It was important to me I was dressed the way he liked. (note – no panties).

He got to the hotel 10 minutes early – I was ready (whew!). From the moment I opened the door to the hotel my hand never touched another door handle the whole time I was with him. He carried our bags to the car. He held open every door including the car door. When he dropped off my friend we waited in the car till he came around to the passenger side to let us out of the car. I had never been treated this way before, though I knew from hours and hours of talking that this is how his D/s dates are conducted.

Once we’d dropped off my friend I got back into the car and we went for lunch. He picked the place (just as well cuz I don’t know Seattle). He again opened all the doors and led me to where we would sit in this very funky pub type place. The waitress came and took our order. He ordered me a strawberry Margarita. He did not ask what I wanted, he decided. I was not permitted to talk to the waitress at all. It was very hard to do that but I did. It nearly drove the waitress nuts. She kept trying to engage me in conversation. All I could do was smile and look at my Mentor.

After a bit she came back to get our lunch order. I had decided I was going to have a chicken burger. BUT, Sir had decided I was having a chicken stir fry and that is what he ordered for me. I didn’t get a chance to open my mouth. The waitress kept asking me questions, Sir kept answering. It was so funny. It was really hard not to answer her and I just kept looking at Sir as he spoke. He did allow me to order the dressing for my salad. That was the only thing I ever said to the waitress.

We ate and talked just as we normally did. When it was time to leave the pub, again the door thing, I still didn’t touch one. We drove around for a while and he showed me a few places. Then he decided to stop for coffee. That was fun. We’re both coffee snobs. He refused to take me to Starbucks (my all time favourite coffee). He said the place we were going was better. Who am I to argue?

AGAIN with the doors. It really is strange sitting in a car waiting to be let out of it. I’m used to people holding doors open for me but not to when I’m getting out of the car. We went into the coffee shop and got in line to get coffee. He says to me. You may order your own coffee, it’s a personal thing, it should be the way you like it. I laughed, I thought that was pretty funny. So I got to order the coffee I liked (a large café mocha). We drank and continued to talk until it was time to go.

We drove back to the airport and said our goodbyes. One hug and kiss hello and one hug and kiss good bye. That was the extent of our whole date. I have never felt so dominated in my life.

The date worked because we know each other so well. I knew exactly what was expected of me. He knows my tastes. He was winging it a bit with ordering me lunch but expected me to speak up if there was something wrong with it. There wasn’t. Being controlled as much as I was that day made me feel completely submissive. He had all the control. Even when I ordered my own coffee it was because he allowed it. Not because I wanted to.

The door thing was a big deal for me (as you can probably tell). I couldn’t move when I wanted. I had to wait until he let me walk through the door. I ate what I was allowed, drank what I was allowed and yet when we spoke – there was no difference. We talked like normal people about normal things. It’s the best date I have ever been on.

This experience showed me just how much D/s you can have and still not be too obvious to the world. Granted the waitress must have wondered what was going on but really – was there any harm? No.

There was no need for whips or chains or floggers. There was no leather, no collars, OK there were stilettos but they were only 4 inches, on the high side of normal I would say. And without ANY other BDSM bells and whistles I was dominated more than I have ever been, four years later. It was an interesting lesson in D/s for me. Attitude is everything!