I met her at a club frequented by the D/s community, back in the eighties.
She was looking for a Master, I was on the scout for a submissive, or even a slave.
She was beautiful, and I got the sense that she knew it.
In those days I was still learning, but knew enough to know she wasn’t for me.
I watched her work the room, albeit by just standing in the same space looking demure, innocent and, oh so very desirable.
Her skill was in drawing Master’s and Mistresses to her, and then, having got their attention she would somehow step into that area of proximity, the psychologists call a person’s, ‘personal space’. It is that space where intimacy begins and things can start to happen.
Well healed Masters and Mistresses were her prey and, I was told, she had fed well and had never gone hungry.
TBC