if any portion of either person's dialogue is overlooked
there is a question on a meeting place's authenticity for the limited domain of that meeting between those people. and if the communication is not authentic, both are to blame.

she gives a soft smile...keeping her voice to a whisper....

"sorry Master....was working on one of the rooms..."

i would prefer not to jump into jumping to commands
Sir
before i even understand what is the depth of sensitivity to submissiveness in this place?
is submissiveness honored or held in comtempt?

just a tickle

That's good to know, slut.

But this is not a place with a lot of that rigamarole. This is definitely NOT Gor.

For Me the most important thing is authenticity.

it had heard all the talk of one of the ponies being sold to someone in the Middle East...cant imagine how that would be....knowing how they treat woman...being property to them would be awful

There's my dead girl

Giggles and tickles you back a little.

"Hiya, sweetie!"

Smiles.

Cupping your chin & lifting your face to look up at Me,
looking down at you with My penetrating blue eyes.

What are your limits, slut?

(And private is available.)

Sir
most humbly
if my presence and behaviour is an affront to the decor and dignity and protocol of this place, i should be asked to leave and i will

still blindfolded
the only sound the humming of the vibe
stuck up close to her throbbing flesh

https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=uw9AOu0BRco&si=DsTKBtcA-WMECQkI

perhaps a submissive have to undergo training first? Sir?

she moves quietly to the door....parting the shadows just enough...her soft steps heard as she makes her way closer to Him....she pauses a moment...the gaze of her dark eyes fall to Him....before she slowly lowers herself in front of Him...parting her thighs enough for the depth of the mark to her flesh be seen with His letters....her hands resting against her thighs...her palms facing Him....her back straight as she lowers her ass to the touch of just before her heels....keeping her gaze ahead she stays to her place quietly....

i may swoon

in public room? i have never thus played Sir

sways in shock
of the directness

shivers
a bit

'a submissive is not a doormat
i understand that too', Sir'

Good girl, spread your kneed wide,
clasp your hands behind your back
& arch your back, pressing your tits forward.

peeks again...sends tickles to the shadows

gulps audibly at the piercing voice and words
kneels
greetings Sir

kneeling of my own willingness

Welcome to the VIP Lounge, slut.