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After my first ever session at 20 yrs. old in the early '70s NYC, the Mistress invited me to go with her to go to a members' only club to act out what we just did, "Me Tarzan, Her Jungle Queen." This was several years before the famous (or infamous) Plato's Retreat that opened in the late '70s. Knowing I was already in the deep end of the pool, I politely declined. Sometimes I wonder what I missed...
As I have written here and probably MF I was asked a handful of times to be a "training" sub for part of a session with an experienced Mistress (in one case two) and a wanna-be dominatrix. It fed my inner exhibitionistic tendencies. It was a rush to be controlled by the Mistress in front of someone else. And I have done outdoor play in deserted parts of NYC at dawn on Summer or early Fall Sundays. My Mistress and I have been sessioning in her storage space since last year on occasion on weekends, and did it again yesterday, starting out in my car and a bit on the street. Then we got into the storage space, closed the door and the QUIET fun began. At one point she thought she heard someone on our floor - customers or management and she was surprised to hear me say, almost completely naked, "I don't care." As we were leaving she asked me how I got so brave about being caught, and I said, "We're a mature couple and don't know what we were doing behind closed doors." That may be true, but also the endorphins were still buzzing from being mentally and physically tormented by my Goddess. Yes, public play, even if done carefully, is a complete rush.
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