. I responded with a joke will you dominate me. I always dreamt of having a mature mistress..I didn't think much about it although her perfume, dress ...nd high heels did attract me.A few weeks later she called asking if I would have dinner at her place if I was free. I said yes and went over.She opened the door of her appartment dressed a bit more spicy than last time. High heeled black boots, a black skirt and some half see through top made of fine lace showing hints of her bra. Her perfume. I had to make some sense of this. I had to get a grasp on reality or I really would go insane. I knew of only one person who could help me, and I prayed that she was at her desk, and not merely a figment of my dysfunctional imagination. * * * * * I was more than happy to wait for Mary King to shut down her cerebral engines and turn her attention to me. I was grateful just to see her, in all her velvet and jewelry. I was glad to know that she was a real, live person. Eventually, she turned her. On being asked, he replied, “It is a basic book on geomorphology, called ‘The surface of the earth’, and it is quite fascinating. The subject had been primarily descriptive up to the 1930s, but the advent of war resulted in a demand for information about processes affecting beaches in particular, so that judgements could be made about where to make amphibious landings of invasion forces. Aerial photography also demanded information to assist in interpreting what was observed in the images. So. He seemedfriendly. I think I was still in shock, as I followed him into hishouse.He pointed to the sofa in the living room and told (told!) me to sit.For the first time I really looked at him. He was a little taller thanme, about my age. And while I never looked at men as handsome, he wasclearly a good looking man. He then started to talk. He said that Patand he had discussed me at great length. He know that Pat was mydominatrix and she told him of my need to dress all girly and be.