During the summer, my slave husband embarked on a lengthy journey, leaving me behind. Serendipitously, I encountered a talented licker who spoke my language. He approached me in a café, already aware of my identity. So slender, so youthful, he shyly lowered his gaze, too timid to meet mine. He lavished me with praise and begged for a session, which I agreed to, granting myself the freedom to do as I pleased with him. I commanded him to lick, to satisfy his Mistress, and I was delightfully surprised. His tongue fluttered like a butterfly, insatiable, nimble, and swift, pushing me to the brink of ecstasy. I reached one orgasm after another, an exhilarating succession of pleasure. Cumming three, four, five times, I decided it was time to unwind and educate this eager learner on how to extend a woman’s rapture.