My first time being led on leash in public (kinky public, but still) was the first time we went to Trysted Tryst. We hadn't really been to any other big events, just some small play parties, and the leash was new. It is just a chain dog leash from a pet store.
It was so exciting when Master clipped that leash to my collar. I had that "I'm a real slave now" feeling all over again, an all over thrill. I'm not sure it was even a sexual thrill, but it was definitely a subservient/property thrill.
As we entered the crowded tent I realized it was getting more difficult to stay with him. Walking through a crowd ATTACHED to someone, by something as delicate as a neck, is a whole different experience than just following along with him, when sometimes there can be a separation and people in between you. I sure didn't want to accidentally clothes line anyone! Or have my neck yanked hard.
The other thing I noticed about being on a leash is that people treat you differently. When I thought about it later, I figured they expected me to have a different protocol with the leash on
(I didn't), so they didn't address me anymore, only Master. This didn't bother me, I just thought it was a curious effect. When I started talking to people (and hugging people I had always hugged) all of them got a surprised look on their face.
Being on a leash is still something I love to do as much as Master will let me, whether we are at a party or just sitting on the couch together.
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