However, while she did a pretty good job of clearing the space of anything that might freak out the newbies, there were little telltale signs that I picked out immediately. If I hadn't known she was a pro-domme, these things would have clued me in:
1. Her houseboy, dressed in street clothes, was stationed in the kitchen to keep our drinks refreshed and serve us appetizers. While people thought he was just a friend or boyfriend of hers, I could tell from his submissive demeanor and his dropped eyes exactly what his status was.
2. The space was spotless. Immaculate. Like someone, perhaps a someone dressed in nothing but sissy maid gear, had gone over every inch of the floor and counter space with a scrubbing sponge.
3. She had a chair at the front of the room which we were supposed to sit in when we were reading in front of the crowd. No one really looked closely at the chair except for me. I think she had it custom-made, because I've never seen one quite like that, but the chair was split along the base to allow for someone, perhaps that same someone in sissy maid gear, to kneel below it and perhaps offer up his mouth for.....what, I wonder? Worship and adoration? I giggled to myself as I watched my classmates going up to read, with absolutely no idea what that chair is usually used for.
After the reading, I had a really pleasant conversation with her, just the usual shop talk exchanged between two women who like to be on top. At some point, I think we're going to try and have dinner together -- we've met casually before at grad school functions, but we've never been in close proximity, so we haven't had a chance to get to know each other. She seems like my sort of person though -- strong, confident, comfortable in her own skin. She has a certain serenity about her that I like.
In other news, I've been having such a good time with my little pet that I have hardly thought about writing this blog. We've been having a leisurely summer, with little day trips on the weekends, nice dinners out together, and plenty of time pulling out our favorite toys. I'm happy to report that I'm in a healthy D/s relationship at last -- so healthy, in fact, that D/s is definitely not the focal point all the time. (Side note: While some people can certainly live 24/7, I find that things work out much better when you find the blend that's right for you -- and 24/7 is not right for me. I like an equal at the dinner table, to share my thoughts with.) We have a lot in common beyond our sexual compatibility, and I think both of us were pleasantly surprised by how things have blossomed in the last few months. A connection like this is rare, and I am definitely doing what I can to nurture and protect it.