This was eons ago, or so it seems, the late 1980s in Manhattan. A Mistress I had seen off & on around three or four times was walking down Sixth Avenue near my office around West 20th Street at lunchtime. I did a double-take. It was early Autumn and her long ash blonde hair was blowing in the breeze. She was in her mid 40s, petite, in black sunglasses, a fashionable tan turtleneck sweater, corduroy dark brown jacket and skirt. Even though covered up, she couldn't hide her hourglass figure. And she had long brown high heel boots on. Quite a site. I was going around the corner, but decided to wait and see if I was correct. I was. She only advertised in New York Magazine's old classified ad section with no pics, so she could be anonymous in public. Going home I gave her a call saying something like, "Hi! I think I saw you walking near Sixth Avenue and West 20th around noon today. Was that you?" There was silence on the phone for a few seconds. She then said sternly, "Yes, it was. But if that happens again don't ever, EVER say hello to me in public or I will NEVER see you again! And DON'T EVER do that to ANY OTHER Mistress!"
Well... it happened two more times, once with a Mistress I knew and another with a famous female bodybuilder who did dominant sessions, but I kept my mouth shut and did NOT call to make sure I was correct. Lesson learned. LOL!