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I am the founder of the Albuquerque Masters Group. We meet once every other month. The group is open to all who wish to explore their Mastery, slavery, or Dominance and submission. Please contact me here or at my email : Bigdykebear@yahoo.com for more information!
The meetings are free to all who wish to attend!

If you are interested in power munches, skills workshops or play parties in the Albuquerque area please contact the 20 year organization of AEL at:


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Group names for the Albuquerque Community Include:

Land Of Enchantment Fetlifers

Albuquerque Kinksters

KinkySpot Clubhouse

Albuquerque Master/slave forum

New Mexico Leather League: Leather/Kink/Fetish and More

Friday, January 27, 2012

Take a Minute

My slave and I had been together a year when the pain in her pelvis became to much for her to handle. I remember when the Dr had sent her to the lab to get her blood drawn. We were sitting there together in the waiting room and I looked over the lab sheet to see what the Dr wanted to have done.

That's when I saw it.

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The Dr wanted to test her for cancer.

I remember being stunned and scared, because the Dr had not even mentioned that as a possibility.

A few days later my slave went in for emergency surgery, the growth on her ovary was noncancerous, and after about a three month recovery she pulled out fine.


Not only has that moment stayed with me for years, it has changed how both of us look and experience the one thing you can never get back--- time.

For both of us, time with each other is given the utmost of importance.

Time talking, time fucking, time playing , time serving and being served.

I want to spend every minute that I can watching her laugh, or scream, seeing her smile, or cry, experiencing her pleasure, and pain.

So today I declare " take a minute day".

Take a minute after the rope is on and before the flogging begins...

Take a minute between feeding the kids and washing the dishes....

Take a minute between the shower and the bed....

Take a minute before those first words that you say to each other in the morning and the last waking moments that you have at night...

Take a minute between the blow job and the nipple twisting...

Take a minute RIGHT NOW:

and really look at each other.

Remember why service given from that very special one in your life means something to you that it would not mean coming from someone else....

Remember why service that is requested from that voice is the one that drives your heart...

And if you are really bold- tell then why they matter so very much to you....

And don't ever ever forget-- that who you are in this moment, and where you put your time right now can never be altered.

So make it worth it.........

Friday, January 20, 2012

Leashes and their connection to a Masters power

I was having this very interesting conversation with another Master a bit ago and they were talking about how collars and leashes were very important to them. For them the use of the leash was not only a huge undertaking of trust, as well as a direct symbol to those around them, but it also very strongly represented the concept that the Master is just as tied to the slave as the slave is to the Master. Since the Master as well as the slave could not go any further then the leash would allow.

I listened intently, because I had always been curious about what that particular act did for people, and people that are really into leashes are really into leashes. So I wondered what I was missing out on, that perhaps I had to quickly overlooked the experience. So I took a day or two and mulled it over and began to realize why I didn’t really have a personal connection of empowerment when it came to the concept of using the leash.

I have been blessed enough to have been able to be around horses since I was about 18, with a five year break taken because of my disastrous first marriage. Currently I have two horses of my own, Pokey who clocks in at about 1250 pounds and Rainey who is at about 1600 pounds. Despite their size, their own intentions, and their “not so” pure muscle (I like them a little round) given the right tools I can very easily physically dominate them both. I could cause them to fall and stay on the ground. I could force them to run for hours, or I could with minimal effort, put them in a position where I could do anything to their bodies, while simultaneously taking away their ability to fight back.

BUT- it is the “control” that I have over them without putting a thing on them that translates to me personally as pure power.

When it is just me and my beautiful horses in the pasture I can get them to move to and from me, move in a circle around me , or step to the side and that is when I know that they are responding to me and my unspoken needs. I can sense that they are really watching me, waiting to see what I would want next and responding in kind to my body. It is a feeling of intense connection and control.

This concept of hands off control has taken a deep seated root in all parts of my life.

With my slave I feel that if I have a leash on her that I have her right in my hands, and I’m bigger then her, so being able to dominate her would be fairly easy, even if she resisted… mmmm… resistance.

For me I love the control that happens when we are out in public and my slave stops what she is doing, crosses a crowded room and comes over to check on me. That touches me somewhere deep. I also love it when she brings over my morning cup of whatever and kisses my forehead and heads off into the kitchen. These are things that she does without me ever laying a hand on her.

So on one hand I think that get it, the idea of the leash tying the slave to the Master, the idea that all others are sent a direct message, and that the slave is brought into an intense and constant reminder about their place of service.

But on the other hand, and maybe I am just lazy here, that’s a lot of work for me, and I know that for me personally that if I need to exhibit that type of constant and direct control, then I am not really in control at all. The leash is. Or rather if the leash isn’t there then neither is the control.

So I find it to be another interesting way that Masters and their connection to power vastly differs from person to person, neither is more right or more “Masterly” they are just different, and it was a good chance for me to look inside myself and find out a little more about my own connection to power.

What is your connection to power that makes you do or not do what others do?

Friday, January 13, 2012

Surrounded by love

My slave and I had our collaring ceremony about seven years ago. The ceremony symbolized the transitioning of me from Syr to Master and for her from submissive to slave. There were many wonderful things about the planning and the actual ceremony, and those memories still live in me every day.

However, one of the things that happened during that time in our lives is that we had friends that we had invested a lot of time and effort into. So much so that when it came time for the ceremony and the discussions about our wedding where the emphasis shifted to us for once, they did not have the ability to focus on us. Some friends halfheartedly said that they would come then didn’t show. Many would quickly change the subject from the ceremony to talk about them again, and a few outright got angry and stopped talking to us at all. It was a weird time.

After the ceremony we figured that maybe we had not been very wise in choosing our friends and from there on out we were going to focus on finding and maintaining friendships that were all about being two way, friends that would give to us as much as we could give to them.

I didn’t know how much that was a real thing until just recently.

Lately we have had it a little rough, I don’t mean to whine or complain, but life has been a challenge. Just to tip the iceberg there was the car accident, nobody got hurt, but my slave is shaken, the broken stove which is too expensive to repair and so we need to get a new one, my grandma died which meant that I was contacted by my Uncles wife which brought up memories of some sexual abuse, and tomorrow my believed dog Bo will be put to rest after 16 years of a life, and all I can think about is how I could have been better for him, how I disappointed him, and maybe I am being selfish by doing this.

And in all of this whirlwind of one event after another something amazing is happening.

Our friends and our family are surrounding us with a wagon train of love. Everywhere I look and every time I pick up the phone I am reminded about how amazing our chosen family is and how they love and support us. They are calling and offering help and love and an ear at every turn. They anticipated our needs and gave to us, even though we would not ask such things.

I am overcome and overwhelmed by the outpouring of love and care and concern that takes their time and effort and energy and puts it all on us during this time.

I am so utterly grateful that these people are in my life.

Because of them my slave and I have been comforted, we have usable options for the stove, and my beloved Bo does not have to wait for my next check to get some peace, and he will be buried here at home with us.

I don’t know how to say thank you enough for these people in my life. We are so utterly blessed.

If you are looking for play parties, hands on workshops, or power munches in the Albuquerque area please contact the 20 year organization of AEL at:


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Group name:

New Mexico fetlifers

Friday, January 6, 2012

Leather Bear tails: Best laid plans

I was set to write this powerful blog. First it was about taking who we are into this; the concept that we are who we are and taking on a new identity doesn’t change that. In fact in many ways it will amplify who you are in your core, both good and bad, until you actively decide to change those things. Then I thought “wait no I got it!” I would write about intention. I had a powerful conversation with another Master about having intention during play that has made me really look at experiencing scenes differently. Then I thought “wait wait I got it!” How about how a Master can’t truly train what they don’t really understand, and what can happen when the Master looks at training for service through rose colored glasses.

Then it really hit me—life that is—hit me right in my ass.

Lately I have been going through a lot of change and what I can say is a lot of growth and pain. These aren’t bad things, and everyone is OK, but my life is spinning, and I feel left behind, scared, and very lost.

The only thing that I want to do is to hide under the covers and only peek out when the air is still and the lights are out. I haven’t had the ability to think, process, much less to take the world by storm. (Or at least fake it till I make it.) And with that has been the feeling that I have lost my ability to lead in my household. I have felt fragile and tired, and very very broken.

This happens around this time of year I guess. That is what I tell myself to give myself a reason for feeling this way. I need some sort of an excuse for not being able to pull it together sometimes. Especially when I fall this hard and fast.

And so this is when my slave, my love, my wife takes from the deepest and best parts of herself and pulls the house together when I can’t. Her ability to serve is in her ability to lead without making me feel like I am failing her and our little four legged family.

She smiles, she holds me close, and she whispers sweet soft words of love and reassurance to me so that I can feel some sort of safety surround me.

She loves me and serves me even when I feel that I am not worth serving.

That is beauty and service and dedication to its core.

I am so very lucky, and I am hopeful that this time will pass soon, as I know it will.

But in the mean time I am so very blessed that my slave, my wife, my love can see that I am a whole person that falls to, that needs to be held and cradled and made to feel safe from a big and ugly world that would rather that people like me did not exist.

She tells me that when I fall she gets to catch me, and that makes her feel that she is giving to me as much as I give to her.

That is the gift of being a whole person, with a Master identity, not a Master with a person identity. When the fall happens, and it does, the whole person slave knows what it means to pick up the pieces and move forward.

If you are looking for play parties, hands on workshops, or power munches in the Albuquerque area please contact the 20 year organization of AEL at:


If you are looking for an active online community please find:


Group name:

New Mexico Fetlifers