The sides were rounded and covered with dirt and grasses. No trees grew, even on the eastern side which was protected from the incessant western breez....They climbed. While the grasses had deep roots which gave them handholds, they couldn't find rocks or buried boulders to give them purchase. They pulled themselves up bit by bit, grunting with the strain of packs and weapons on their backs. The sun beat down on them and the insects had no mercy on their exposed skin.Rolling onto the top, Taima. For starters, if you want respect, you have to do more than say "I'm a dom, worship me!" In fact, saying "I'm a dom, worship me!" is a good way to get ridiculed and laughed at by anyone who has any experience in real D/s relationships.What many novice doms miss is that a D/s relationship is a relationship. Even if it's temporary, even if it happens only at something like a play party, a relationship exists between the dominant and the submissive because both people have made that choice.. When I could breathe again, I said, “I’m sorry, Carrie, I just went crazy there.” “It was what we both needed, Doug, a whole lot of crazy. It was good. No, it was great. I don’t want to sound cheesy, but thank you.” “It wasn’t cheesy, Carrie. I’ve never had it so good.” “Neither have I. Now, get us a smoke out of the nightstand. We need one, don’t you think?”“Yes we do.”I found her pack of Marlboro Lights and a lighter and lit up two of them. Carrie took a deep drag and said, . I creep to a darkened corner of the cage and huddle myself. Hoping the grunts will end. Hoping whatever it is filling the air calms. I rest my face against my knees softly rocking as I see the mirror again, able to view myself. Pathetic and weak, that’s all I see. I continue to stare as I rock, the grunts turning into snarls, feeling them on the nape of my neck. Again ... Nothing is there, void space. The burning in my shoulder continuing, seeming to increase with the sounds, the sensation of.