Some people still think that public humiliation means crawling through the streets of London all day long, sitting naked underneath the Eiffel Tower or standing on Times Square wearing a dogs outfit. Most of the time it’s a lot more subtle than that, I assure you. A Mistress took me to a shop once and told me to wait near the entrance. After 20 minutes or so She elbowed Her way to me, grabbed my ear and dragged me to the counter. There She took the wallet from my pocket and paid for the goods. Two of the Ladies behind the counter looked baffled, the third one however smiled approvingly. That’s public humiliation as well, but that isn’t so bad, is it? Two days later I had to wear a T-shirt with the text I am a Slave printed on it. It put me in the spotlights and several people laughed and joked about it. If anything, it made me feel proud. In public a Mistress is even more powerful than She already is. So enjoy the moment, that’s all there is to it, really.