It is a small group. There is only one unattached Domme there. There is only one single, non-dominant male there, a newbie, maybe not submissive, maybe a fetishist, maybe maybe…
It is inevitable, really, that they would be eyeing each other up…
“Anyone want a drink?” she gets up, looking around the table.
“I’ll come with you…” He pops out of his seat. She smiles at him.
“Me too”, pipes up someone else. She glances at his face, a hint of disappointment.
They talk a little while waiting to order, idle chit chat… work, travel, weather… nothing of consequence.
He sits across from her when they return to the table… conversation flows amongst the small group, talk turns to parties and events. He catches her eye.
“Do you go to these things?”, he mouths at her.
She shakes her head, smiles, mouths, “Oh, hell no!”
He chuckles… nods, a moment of connection.
She finishes her glass of water, considers going inside the cafe for more, plays with her empty glass, watches him out of the corner of her eye. She waits for him to notice and offer, but he doesn’t. She toys with the idea of handing him the glass, “Go and get me some more water, please?”, but she doesn’t. She knows an experienced submissive with the slightest hint of interest in her would have been on it quickly and eagerly. It could be nerves, shyness, disinterest, inattention, inexperience or any number of things.
When she leaves, he shyly asks if he can friend her on a web site they are both on. She jokes with him that she has a list of conditions. Maybe he blushes. It is sweet.