I have written a book called "M/s for the Rest of Us" it is available for purchase here: http://www.lulu.com/shop/k-e-enzweiler/ms-for-the-rest-of-us/paperback/product-22151343.html

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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:

aelmailing@gmail.com



If you are interested in active online community please find:

Fetlife.com


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, December 26, 2014

Happy New Year!



It is that time of year, time to do “ye ol reflection” . What happened to you or because of you this year?  How has your life changed? How have your view and your outlook changed? What have you accomplished or put aside? I like this time of year, I like the idea of looking back and seeing what I have done over time. Have I accomplished my goals, have I remained stagnant? 

It feels good this year to look  back, the house is warm,  the horses are eating, I am  currently enjoying my slaves amazing Puerto Rican pink beans and rice, and I have been  rabidly fulfilling my bucket list for my winter break  before I go  back  to school in January. 

This year we have decided to spend the turnover of the New Year at home in front of a fire with sparkling cider and movies. It is indicative, I think, of the changes in our lives over the last year. The first day of the New Year is planned to be filled with play, food, love and family.  

Happy New Year Everybody.

  Happy Dreams and Goals-  my this be “Your Year”  the year when  your life changes for the better and may it be that by this time next year may you  be wrapped up  in  the warmth of accomplished dreams.

Friday, December 19, 2014

Trained? BULLSHIT.



OK- I wasn’t going to say anything, but the more I thought about it the more I got really pissed. I don’t know why I am pissed about this, it is stupid and silly and pointless but here goes. Last week I was approached by a slave- nothing new there. 


She had supposedly been “trained”, ok fine, worthless, but fine. When she wrote it was in text shorthand to the point where I could not understand her.  So I said “if you are going to talk to me, please do so in complete sentences with punctuation”.  

Now I know that my grammar, punctuation, syntax, and tenses need A LOT of work. I am not that blind. But dammit I can complete a sentence and put a period on the end of it before I start the next one. 

When she attempted full sentences I gave her some lee way despite the lack of punctuation because she was trying. Then I asked her “What did you learn about yourself during your training?”


Her response, no shit here, direct quote “i learn being submissive”   then “submissive to anyone that got me as slave”.  


No shit. Direct quote.


So at that point gave up and I asked again “do you know how to write in complete sentences with punctuation?”   
When she said yes, I thought “OK that is a starting point. Let’s try again.”  So I said “OK good then do so.”


Not only was she unable to write in complete sentences with any form of punctuation, she had absolutely no sense of insight or self. As the short conversation went on her ability to write would degenerate back to texting form.

Finally I just got pissed and wrote her off.
A little later I came back, I couldn’t help myself, and I said “I am curious- where you unable to answer the question or unable to write in complete sentences?”


No surprise that she never did answer…


What has me pissed about this is that someone “trained her”. Trained her for what?  To fuck, give blow jobs, and take a whip? To put up titty and pussy pics? That isn’t being trained, that is being used.


Where in her training was she prepared for the BDSM world? Where was she taught how to communicate, how to represent herself, how to bring something to the table. Instead here she is thinking that her training has prepared for what BDSM has to offer. 

Instead of insight she is doing daily kneeling exercises. Instead of learning how to follow simple requests like using complete sentences and punctuation, she learned how to spread eagle and pinch her nipples for the camera.


It made my stomach turn.


The worst part is that I know that there are Masters out there who would love to get their hands on her, to exploit her stupidity for their own means and gains. I would venture to guess that is exactly what her “training” consisted of.


I know that this happens; I know that there are many out there who claim to train so that they can get a piece of ass. But having that short conversation where I was dealing with the reality of that outcome made me nauseous.

It was disheartening. 

What could she have been? Did she have talents? Thoughts? Abilities? 

The sad thing is more than me not knowing, she probably doesn’t know.

Friday, December 12, 2014

The Art ot the Warm Up



Warm up is an art. It really is.  That being said, I don’t have the best warm up skills. I am  not the most patient of people and I catch  myself going too  fast to soon and having to  back track more often  than I would like.  While we were playing the other day   I really wanted to focus on the warm up, and soak all of it in. 

I realized that because warm ups are not as glamorous as the other parts of play, that they are often taken for granted. I do them, but I want to do them better, more effectively, and more thoroughly. I want to set the stage for the meat of play with clear intention and sharpen my assessment skills of her reactions.  



 I thought maybe that I would be bored by concentrating on the simple things. But that didn’t happen at all. By relaxing into the warm up I surprised myself. I was able to realize that I really have come far in my play.  I could sense where she was. I tried to really attune myself to her, feeling her out, not just physically, but emotionally. 

My slave has the cutest butt and it completely relays where she is in her relaxation. So that makes it easy- but I loved the fact that I tuned in to her moans and wiggles and that they went right to my crotch.

Refocusing on the warm up took away the pressure that play can sometimes put on me to perform, and it allowed for other things to come forward. 

It might be a surprise to some to find that the Top identified person feels some pressure to perform. I think it is more common that is discussed.

It isn’t that there isn’t love in the play, or skill, or that the play doesn’t get us off, it does all those things. But like sex- there is a “thrusting “partner and that is the one that drives the feeling of the players time together.

So  like sex-  there is a  certain  amount of performance that happens that can  create a really powerful  time, a mediocre time, or a “well  that was  an ummmm”  time.  



Part of creation of an experience is, in my opinion, formed by the connection between the players, the Tops ability to read the bottom, the type of toy used, the setting, the negotiation, and the overall feeling.

But then there is something deeper, something less describable, something that when it is there you feel it and know it and when it is not you feel  its absence just a much--



It is the thing that the Top brings to the scene, sometimes through flourish, sometimes through skill, sometimes through raw and open emotion. That thing that makes both players fly- that thing that makes scenes memorable (for a variety of reasons, good and bad), that thing that makes the players masturbate to the memory of that scene for months, even years later.  



So if the Top person isn’t careful the weight of creating that thing can take over the scene itself and the rest gets lost in the pressure of the creating. The need to be seen as skilled, creative, fierce, imposing, tough, a “real” player, a real “Top”, by their bottom  or the community. This can lead to a glossing over of warm up time and a sense of competitiveness with other Top identified people. 



And- by the way- whether this is real or imagined is irreverent to the feelings it creates. 



So when I went  back to the basics by re experiencing warm up, it   brought all of that to the surface. I have felt the competitiveness in my head, I have let the pressure of what I thought I "should be" doing allow what I "could be" doing to take a back seat.



So making the warm up be the play has changed my focus. It has allowed me to fall in love with her body all over again, to give me the ability to  return myself to her moans, and her clues. To refocus on her, me, and my crotch, as it should be! To release the pressure and follow my lust and her moans to be the things that create the scene.  




It was really neat. It was really -  beautiful.

Friday, December 5, 2014

I want I want I want!!!!!

Finals are over. I have spent the past year pent up.

I want to play until my arms fall off.

 I want to  fuck until  my fingers and face are numb and the vibrator short circuits the house.

 I want to be fucked until  my pussy is swollen  and raw.

I want to have threesomes for hours.

I want to  go  out in  the afternoon and work  in the pasture until it is dark.

I want to put up the round pen  and start Rainey on her new path.

I want to  brush  Pokey’s mane until  he gets annoyed and poops at me.

I want to  go  to play parties.

I want to go  to munches.

I want to  light fire, drink  apple cider and make fun  of the acting in a B movie.

I want to celebrate all I can  until January when it all  starts again.

I want to  get started RIGHT NOW!

Right after I nap.....