Gavin didn’t want to come. He was the one who had bought the tickets, so it surprised me.

This was very early on and I hadn’t quite absorbed yet the extent of his people-aversion. You would have thought my kink Master would be into an entire kinky weekend, but (are you beginning to see the pattern?) he preferred to stay at home and watch television.

So I went by myself, in pig tails and a skirt; latex has never been my jam. It was fun to be out in public, in the metro, surrounded by my people.

I probably wore my collar, although to be honest I can’t remember anymore. I must have, though.

I think there may be a picture of me somewhere, perched on the escalators of the metro St. Laurent.

I was full-on Baby Girl and I didn’t even know it yet. It would be two more years before I met Mommy and she taught me what a “little” was.

After that, she would teach me what “consent” was. What “boundaries” were. What “being treated properly” meant and what “getting the hell out” could do.