I don't talk to much about sex with her, only the basics like, where babies come from, and shit like that. But other shit like foreplay, Noooo no no. ... tried to avoid the subject by talking about something else. It wasn't that I didn't want to tell her, It's more that I wanted to show her like I did with her cousin Vickie. "It's hard to explain sweetheart. It's more of a show then tell." I said hoping she would drop it. "So,you going to show me?" Jumping on my lap, and putting her arm around. Then the Dom asked me if I would like to be rimmed. Seems the slave had been ordered to build a rim-box. You've probably seen these things: a small, square box that sits on the floor with a toilet seat on top. It’s open on one side so that the slave can lay on the floor with his head inside the box and the Dom can sit on the toilet seat giving full access to his asshole for the slave to lick with his tongue.Well, who could refuse that offer? And, after the slave was refitted with the butt. Well, yes, I wear stockings all the time. But we women will always make sure the tops are well covered by the length of our skirt. And, the norm, for me, would be to slip them off when I get in from work, along with my suspenders. I suspect a lot of these “faked” ones are done by men with the woman’s knowledge. We don’t just get naked. Well, I don’t. It starts slowly, chaps, no rush !There’s no set format to it, either. I would tend to touch my breasts through my clothing. One hand straying to. "Okay friend, now why don't you just tell just what this is all about" I said, with more authority than I felt!The stranger moved around to face me, looking me fully in the face for the first time."You really don't need to know my name, it is not relevant at this point in time. What you do need to know, however, is that you are about to die or, more to the point, your body is" he replied, leaving me gasping in astonishment."Bu .. but, I .. I mean, how .. " I blustered to his obvious amusement..