Remember too that any healthy relationship must be a two way connection. This is not less true in a D/s relationship. If anything it is more true in a...D/s relationship. Disregard of the other has no place in a D/s relationship.Understand, Dominants, that your submissive’s submission to you is not a light or insubstantial thing. Her submission is not a hobby. It is herself. If you abuse her submission, you are abusing her. So don’t do that. Respecting her submission is respecting her. So do. She was fascinated. What would it be like to sink her tongue up Tracy's wet, bushy cunt? she wondered. How lovely it would feel to have Tracy's raven-dark head clamped between her thighs! What would be the harm of it, after all? Since neither of them was a lesbian, it would only be sort of girlish fooling around, right?Not to mention the cunt-lapping Great Dane! Jennifer began to pant, her fat tits surging in her scanty halter. She was sorely tempted to rush after Tracy and suggest they eat. "Miranda's spine felt a chill of heart-rending fear as her gaze met Matthew's fearful eyes. Matthew's eyes widened now as they zeroed in on Miranda's cunt, as he took in the sight of five cocks' worth of seed glistening in her gaping pink hole, cum clinging to her labia and oozing out of her thoroughly fucked snatch. "You see it now, don't you? The men made quite a mess of her." Jake brandished a handgun suddenly, which sent fresh surges of fear through both the wife and her secret paramour.. "Go where he asked," he asked. I wasn't dressed for going anywhere. I was in my running suit. My running togs that morning were sweat pants and a sweat shirt with cut off sleeves."I thought all you commando types ran before breakfast every morning," I said."Us Commando types sleep till noon, when we been up for two days with nothing but high tension shit going on around us. But give me ten minutes and I'll meet you in the parking lot," he agreed.I was drinking coffee from the motels office.