Dear reader, to move back a step, I am at my first BDSM munch, having no real experience to speak of, but full of fantasies that I am too frightened t...o live out. And, like many newbie subs, I mentally fixate on the most experienced Mistress around in the vainglorious hope that she would accept my list of fetish ideas and fantasies and help me live them out in some pre-determined way of my choosing. How wrong I am. Once some years earlier, I came home from an office party having had too much to. “Oh, uh, hi, Taylor,” he said.She shifted in that awkward way. “I was wondering, um, if you'd like to get some coffee after classes are done. I have this, well, problem with my laptop and...”“Sure,” Bob said, this stunned look on his face. It made him appear boyish.I nodded my head in satisfaction. I would let them talk. I stood up and slipped away without a word, my lunch clutched in my hand. I would go to my classroom and finish it up. Make plans, figure this stuff out. How I wanted to edit. " said the Colonel. "A kind of dance routine would be a good idea - at least for Beatrice - lovely sinuous body - that girl! Maybe we could have a guy playing a flute or reed pipe or something - sort of snake charmer act with Beatrice as the deadly charmed serpent! That would be her taken care of. How would Julia fancy a bit of bondage - what would you say to that - chains and ropes - maybe staked out on the ground, spread-eagled?"The angry scarlet flush that came over the Brigadier's face. As she leaned against the wall I tenderly parted her thighs, slipping my finger under the elastic of her knickers and straight onto her wet crack, as she groaned I pulled her panties to one side and bending forward ran my tongue up her crack.“Oh my God” she cried, as I continued to run my tongue onto her clit and fingered her sopping wet hole. After only a few minutes, her breathing became heavier, then she screamed out her first climax for five long years. As her juices flooded down her thighs.