love's unkind - donna summer

the munch last night was better than good. far better. She was there, which lit the whole place up brighter than a thousand suns.

i spent the majority of the night standing slightly behind Her as She mingled and chatted. one exception to this was when one of Her Friends, a Domme i half-recognise from the clubs, started speaking, stopped Herself. Both seemed hesitant to continue in front of me.

so i was packed off to the bar and, on my return, sent to talk to tam and stella.

they seem perfectly happy with their situation as it's unfolding. but then, if he can put up with her edge of brattiness and she can accept his "this one time, in my cab" stories, then it's a marriage made in heaven.

i wonder how she'll get along with his wee congregation of trannies, though? tam loves being the queen bee and i can't see him letting go of that.

anyway, mr & mrs tam were all loved up. finishing each other's sentences and everything. i must have been talking to them fifteen, twenty minutes when there was a tap on my shoulder. i turned around and one of the free-range subs was standing there.

"She requires you." that was all he said and i glanced over. She was staring over at me. Her face told me nothing. i turned back to tam and stella and started to say something.

"s'ok, pal." tam said quietly. "same disease as me - i can see that." he smiled, squeezing stella's hand quickly.

i returned to Her side and She introduced me to the couple She was talking to. obviously She was the Domme, i thought as we all made o/our hellos.

turned out i was right. we males were packed off to a table, while the Ladies went outside to smoke.

harold, his name was. and he opened up a lot when his owner was out of earshot. not in a disrespectful way, it's just that when She was present, his focus was one hundred percent on Her. they'd been together three years, he told me. through thick and thin.

the Ladies arrived back and the whole atmosphere round our table changed. harold fell silent and i felt my mouth dry up. She and Mistress Rose had a mischevious, Girlish aura around them, almost giggly.

and that's how the evening progressed. harold and i sitting opposite Them, while They dominated the conversation. from time to time, one or other of us would be sent to the bar for Them. or They'd go outside to smoke.

it must have been around midnight when She told me to give harold my ic & fetlife names and head home. and to keep sunday free.

i made my excuses and left, as they say.