I’ve encountered subs in the wild

Last night I went out for dinner with some family and friends. Huge group, nice dinner at an Italian restaurant, and our server was wonderful. He appeared whenever I snapped my fingers (metaphorically I’m not actually an asshole to service workers). I happened to arrive late and quickly ordered a drink and forgot to say please or thank you. I was in the middle of kissing cheeks and greeting everyone and felt rushed. The server caught my eye, then lowered his, and said, “Absolutely Miss” before walking away.

He came back about five minutes later with my drink, a snack, and bowed, never making eye contact and said, “I hope this is to your liking, Miss.” Now, if you know a sub, you know… I laughed and said, “We’ll see,” took a sip, said it was delicious, and told him he’d better keep them coming because I didn’t want to have to wait for another. He nodded and left.

My friends were giggling and commenting on how he was into me. My family, on the other hand, was horrified that I was being so rude and demanding. My only response was, “He likes it. He’s a server at a high-end restaurant for a reason.”

Needless to say, they didn’t get it.

By the end of the night, he got a huge tip (mostly my family feeling sorry for him), but the real kicker was that he comped all my drinks. He said it was his error for being unable to make them taste good. I laughed, and he blushed. I left my number and said, “Be a good boy and call me so I can take you shopping.”

Five minutes after we left, he texted asking to serve me. He’s pretty cute, I have to say absolutely puppy vibes. We’re meeting this week, and he’s going to use his tip money from our dinner to fund our “date.”

I love being a secret Domme. Honestly, this gave me a thrill that I haven’t felt in my vanilla life in a while… finding subs in the wild may be my new favorite hobby.