The big three for BDSM is Safe, Sane, Consensual. The problem with public acts of submission is that it’s hard to get the consent of EVERYONE. Everyone includes any bystanders who might see these acts. If your acts of Submission and/or Domination offends someone who has not consented to witness those acts, then you have violated the one of the Big Three. Yes, I know everyone is all Offended by how easily people are Offended, however, I think this is a fair point. BDSM is not for everyone and that’s perfectly fine. Variety is, after all, the spice of life. There could be people out there in the public with PTSD who would truly feel traumatized by seeing another person on a leash. There could be children who shouldn’t see an adult spanking another adult bare assed. There could be people who quite simply don’t want to see these things and, therefor, shouldn’t be forced to.

Milord, however, loves public acts of domination but also agrees completely with all of the above. Therefore, He has come up with two solutions. 1.  create acts of submission with the general public not aware of, cannot see, or appear as socially acceptable.  2.  Limit the “public” to only those who have indeed consented to witness (and possibly participate in) acts of domination and submission.

For example, I always wear a bracelet Milord gave me.  Always. It is locked in place and He holds the key. We know the meaning of the bracelet, but to others, it’s simply a beautiful silver piece of jewelry. He, in turn, wears a Signet ring which I purchased for him. Should he knock the ring three times on a table or other surface, that’s a signal to me that Polite Protocol is in place. I address him as Sir or Mr. Vanders rather than using his first name. I also defer to him for ordering food or drink. He, in turn, is a perfect gentleman, holding my chair for me, standing when I do, referring to me as Ms. Wills.

Now, for the the second option, we either go to friends’ homes, BDSM play parties, or invite like minded friends to our home.  For example. Last week we were at a friend’s house. I was in a particularly pissy mood, which I knew good and well that Milord would not tolerate. Within fifteen minutes of arriving he ordered me to strip (humiliation) the asked our host if he wanted to do the honors. The host, thank god!, declined, poured himself a brandy, then sat across from Milord, complimenting him on his technique. Milord, as you may well have guessed, pulled me across his lap and dished out the spanking I so richly deserved. Needless to say, I was slapped right out of my pissy mood within the first three or four spanks. By the time he’d laid down a good twenty smacks, I was truly repentant and ready to be a proper and obedient sub. After forty, I was a boneless quivering mess – my face as wet as my pussy. That was when Milord decided I’d had enough. However, he kept me in place while he and our host continued with a conversation about some local sports team. Strangely enough, I no longer felt humiliated in the least despite being totally naked with my red ass shining for all to see. Instead, I felt a sense of peace and contentment. I was pleased to stay in place as long as Milord desired me to do so. Eventually, their conversation ended and the host suggested we go to the dining room for dinner. Milord helped me to stand, kissed me, and told me that he was happy I’d changed my attitude. Just to make sure, though, I was to remain naked for the rest of the evening. I smiled, and responded, “Yes, Milord.” Not until we were ready to leave was I allowed to put on my lingerie, shoes, and dress.

So you see, while we were not in the general population, we were also not alone. Nor did we plan on a spanking that night. However, since the other party had given consent, Milord had no qualms about disciplining me “publicly”.