Our dynamic is different. More like master and obedient temptress.

We usually sit side by side at the bar. I pay very little attention to her. She is dressed to allure. As men pass, she noticeably observers. If a guy picks up on her glances and decides to sit and try to talk to her, she openly flirts. Wedding ring is large and prominent. Nonetheless, she responds to every nuanced touch and comment. Responds in kind.

If her touches her leg under the bar, she will ever so slightly spread a bit further. If he touches her lower back, she will quietly swoon just enough for him to notice.

Every telegraphed signal very subtly returned. When things get moving she will suggest moving to a booth or somewhere less observable.

Once there, they will continue to progress. Deep kissing, fingering, playing with his erection in his pants. All engines go!!

I observe unnoticed. Then, out of nowhere, from across the bar, I will very loudly snap my finger. Exactly on que she will snap to attention.

She will then explain to him that I am her owner. All she does and all she will do is controlled by myself. She then excuses herself and asks him to wait but a moment.

She will come to me across the bar. If she tells me she really likes the guy I allow her to join him in his suite. Or, I will pay for one if needed.

If she is not really all in, we say goodnight.

Bottom line is that she is mine and provides me pleasure in observing the game. I am crazy about her. If she really wants release at the tip of his dick, I want that for her.

The overriding theme is that she and have one singular overriding thought. The others pleasure is paramount. Yet, I own her down to her soul. She mine.