As time passed, the topic of sexfinally came up. She told me she was into anything and was very curiousto know exactly what I was into. I was saddened...when she wouldn't letme avoid the question, so I just told her the truth about my desire tobe taken control of, about my love of pink tights and tight pinkclothing, to be made a pet, to be kept and clothed by a lovingmistress. Her only response was to ask for my Snail mail addy which Iprovided thinking I would get some letter in the mail calling. If The Mountain was of paramount importance to their lives I understood that as well, in and of itself. And in time The Mountain meant more and more to me. I’ll never be able to explain exactly what that mountain meant to them, beyond the physical, but in later life I came to understand more by visiting it. The influence it had on its surroundings was a unique experience.It is not about The Mountain among Earth’s other great mountains but rather about the influence The Mountain has on its. My kind of place. I grabbed a stool at the bar and signaled the bartender. Her bleached blonde hair glowed blue in the neon light of the beer sign behind the bar. Somehow she had stuffed about 200 pounds into an ancient costume that looked like from a defunct Playboy Club. She laid down a cocktail napkin and looked at me expecting an order."Bud," I said. I wasn't in a great mood and the less said the better. She waddled off to the cooler for my beer. I threw 2 bucks on the bar for her return.. She leaned down and kissed me on the lips. She asked me to come downstairs. My heart was racing as I got up out of bed and followed Julie downstairs into the living room.To my shock, I was greeted by two very large black men and James, all on the settees drinking beer. The two guys stood up and extended their hands out for me to shake. Their hands were twice the size of mine. I must have appeared very pathetic standing in my shorts with them towering over me. They introduced themselves as Rob.