"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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