Femdom Date Night

Mistress and Slave had a dinner and the theatre date night last night - something we can get away with while the Nest remains empty. We had made plans to see the BDSM themed play "Venus in Fur" which apparently is all the rage on the regional theatre circuit this year after a run in NYC in 2011. I guess sex still sells.

Mistress chose her outfit well: this black dress ornamented with hundreds of shiny steel safety pins - I always feel in jeopardy of piercing when she has this dress on. But it certainly has a Domme-ish quality, don't you think? At least for River City.

We had arranged for her to meet me at my office at around 5:30 pm, which meant that most of my colleagues had already left for the day, providing a little extra privacy for a pre-dinner appetizer for her devoted Slave. Of course, tights season is over, even though we've had some chilly weather this week. The sun over the weekend gave Mistress's naked legs a nice early spring glow, and I was happy to fall to my knees and savor her natural juices once she wriggled out of her black panties.  She didn't even have to take the shoes off.

When she came in response to the ministrations of my tongue and lips, she let out a soft but clearly discernible moan. But I think it's unlikely anyone heard.....

Once Mistress had reassembled herself, we headed off for dinner at a hipster Japanese street food joint a few blocks away. Mistress enjoyed some sake. I sipped a local craft beer, but felt a little naked without a porkpie hat or $300 sneakers. It's a part of town where the urbanistas have dug in, with surprising relish. Of course, Mistress fit right in with her black dress with safety pin garnish  look. Slave in his blue blazer .... not so much.

After dinner we headed over to the local playhouse. I'm not sure if it's a local phenomenon, or true with regional theatre everywhere --- but it's an ancient crowd. When this old Slave appears to be 5 yrs. below the median age, you know there's a demographics problem. And with all those old codgers there, it seemed particularly creepy when the evening's entertainment is a play that tries to both con temporise and satirize the original 19th Century BDSM novel.

Of course, we had to giggle when the female in this two character play proclaims that the male has become her "slave" and prepares a contract documenting the terms of his submission.

There was plenty of skin, lots of kneeling, and a little bondage at the end. But no actual sex (real or simulated). It was clever and  funny, but not particularly  erotic. And it wasn't clear how the blue haired crowd was reacting to it, including the older couple sitting next to Mistress who seemed to have left their dentures at home. I can't imagine their conversation on the way home.

If only they'd known that they were sitting next to a real live Mistress and Slave --- would they have been as disappointed as Suzanne to know that Slave was out late without his cock cage on?