"Take debra around the world, and you will soon
want to become a frequent flyer. Touch her sub-
missive soul and her ass just right, and you will see
why I call her the energizer bunny. she is a loyal,
dependable, sexy slave who can be the sweet, shy
little slave girl or the bold, brassy slutty bitch you
need. Win her trust and confidence, and you will
gain the pleasure of a truly submissive soul. I
recommend her highly."
MC
**This is from my former Master of almost 5 years**
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I am a smart, pretty, super-sized BBW. If you don’t
like your women big, then I am not for you.
I do not need a parent or keeper; I am perfectly
capable of taking care of myself. However, I find I
like having to answer to someone. I love the control
and domination of D/s. I seek the power exchange
even more than the play I enjoy so much.
I need someone,local to me, who is old enough to
have had some experience and is reasonably intelli-
gent and trustworthy. I do not need someone who is
sadistic, as pain is not the high point for me. Beyond
that, well, let's talk.
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Stone Room
I picture myself in a room made
of stone. In this room of stone
there is a door. In the door there
is a small window, no glass just
a couple of bars. The door has a
lock and the key is in the lock in-
side the room. I sit in the furthest
corner from the door. My only
contact with the outside world is
through that small little window.
I was outside this room once.
Out in the real world, over time
I saw how cruel the world was.
I locked myself inside this room
where it is safe. My mind and
gut learned how bad the world
was. My heart never learned
this lesson. Innocence still re-
sides in my heart.
Now I sit in my corner, my heart
beating in my chest. Over time,
my heart has grown wings. My
heart knows it will fit through
those bars in the door. It tries
to break free of my chest so it
can fly out the window. My
hands, which are ruled by my
mind, hold tight to my heart.
For my hands know that if the
heart escapes the rest of my
body must follow. For one can-
not exist without the other.
My mind cannot face opening
that door and walking out into
the world. My heart yearns to
fly free. My hands have been
holding the heart for years.
They are tiring. I do not know
how much longer they can
hold my heart back.
(A heart is made to experience
emotion. It really is a struggle
to deny it that opportunity.)
He came to the window in the
door and looked in. He started
speaking to my heart and slowly
he coaxed me to the door. Even-
tually he convinced me to unlock
the door and let him in.
I ran back to the furthest corner
and watched as he eased open
the door and stepped in. He
stayed by the door and told me
of the wonderful things on the
other side of the door. He
offered to take my hand and
lead me out of the room.
He promised to stay with me and
protect me from my fears and all
the bad things in the world.
Slowly I walked towards him,
just barely beginning to trust.
He put a collar around my neck
and attached to it, a leash of
leather. He gently held the leash
in his hand.
Bound to him as I was, I didn’t
feel jailed. I felt secure and free.
My trust in him grew. I knew
this leash was there to allow me
to wander and yet I could follow
it back to him.
He opened the door and gently
drew me out of the room. At
first I clung to him, scared of
everything. He stayed with me
and patiently chased all my fears
away.
Soon I took a tentative step away
from him drawn by the exciting
things I saw. He let out the leash
a bit. Another step away and I
suddenly shied and stepped back
to him.
He encouraged me to step away
again, to explore. Slowly I did.
After a time I would wander far
from him, but always, I would
follow the leash back to him.
Now he was my stone.
He took me back to my stone
room a few times. He would
search between the stones and
find the little secrets I had hidden
there. We would examine them
and then toss them aside. Each
time he did this the burdens on
my heart would lighten a bit.
Today he led me back to my
stone room once again. I looked
at the place where my stone
room had stood and all I saw was
the room had fallen into disrepair.
I could barely make out the hint
of the foundation. The stones
were scattered all over the field.
There was nothing but green
fields surrounding us. I had no
idea as to which way to go. I
looked at my Master and smiled.
It didn’t matter where I went. I
knew my path.
As he turned and started to step
away, I followed, the leash
curving limply towards the
ground between his hand and
my collar. I knew I would never
return to this place. My place is
with my Master, to follow where
he leads.
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