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

Or on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Rest-Us-K-E-Enzweiler/dp/1329062213/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1432825657&sr=1-2&keywords=m%2Fs+for+the+rest+of+us

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:


If you are interested in active online community please find:


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 30, 2015


Hello All!

 I had the chance to  present at AEL  last Monday and I had a blast! The room  was packed and everyone who  came was so  wonderful  and supportive!!! 

I had been  working on  the presentation since December, and I really thought that I didn't have enough  content. But when  my slave and I read through it, I had more then  enough.

Here are some of my highlights:

 So  once in  public it is very important that you sit very Masterly  and demand that people call  you Master and ask  permission for your audience. You  will  notice that slaves are drawn  to  your Masterlyness and will  automatically throw themselves at you. Be prepared for nudity and pleas from  people to  experience your Masterness. It is also  not uncommon for those who didn’t know that they were slaves to suddenly fall  at your feet stammering at how they didn’t know and how you have shown  them the one true way.

As a slave when  you enter the public be prepared for someone to  recognize your slaveryness right away. For them to  secretly invite you to  a mansion  in  the country so that your slaveryness will  be recognized by  the untouchable head of the mansion. You  will experience pain and ecstasy as you are paraded around as the house pride and joy. Be prepared for the expectation  of 24 /7 chains and nakedness. then  once you have accomplished the top level of slaveryness you  will be auctioned off and put on  a private plane to  fulfill your new life of service and beatings.

Now if by any chance these things don’t happen- don’t worry-  go  to  another event- it is bound to happen there-  if it doesn’t happened by the time that you have been around for about a week- then  there may be a serious problem. This community obviously doesn’t understand you. I would suggest then first    ranting on  Fetlife followed by  a move to  California where people will probably understand you better.

The true measure of your  “success” as a Master or a slave if there is such  a thing, is in  your heart. Does it bring you joy, does it make you randomly smile as you are driving down  the road? Does it give you a greater  understanding of yourself? those are the things that matter. Not whether others understand your type of mastery  or your quirks of your slavery-  it is whether you understand it.

It comes from  you- it starts and ends there- so  being true to  that place in  your heart- no  matter the backdrop is where it matters.

Sunday, January 25, 2015

I am Presenting Monday Night

Hello ALL!

 I am Presenting at AEL Monday Nit on  M/s 101-  I would love to see you there for support! 

Here is info: 

The PowerMunch will be on the 26th. This month we have Master Bear presenting her workshop "M/s 101!" This presentation on Master/slave dynamics will come from a place of candor, will cover personal connection to power, public interactions, and at times acts of stupidity.

Master Bear has been in a 24/7 relationship with her slave for over 13 years, and has served the Albuquerque community for the past 10 years. She is Ms.Rio Grande Leather 2008, co-founder of AEL Kinkskills, and founder of the Albuquerque Masters Group (AMG). She writes a weekly blog called Leather Bear Tails, and has authored two books, including "M/s For the Rest of Us", scheduled for release this coming March.

Come out and enjoy an evening of fun, friendship, and education!.
The dinner begins at 7pm at in the private room of the Golden Corral restaurant located at 5207 San Mateo NE. The restaurant is Mcleod and Osuna, on the west side of the road. While there is no charge for the workshop, everyone in attendance must order a meal in exchange for Golden Corral giving us a private room. When you arrive, please inform the cashier that you are with AEL, and you will receive a special discount! Take care and we will be looking forward to seeing you all on Monday.

AND-  even if I suck  you have to say that you loved it!!!!!

Friday, January 23, 2015

Bad Lesbian Poetry by Yours Truly

I don’t want to chase you
          I just want to fuck you
I don’t want to talk
          I just want to fuck you
I don’t want to have to explain myself or apologize for my desire
          I just want to fuck you
I don’t want to watch the clock
`        I just want to fuck you
I don’t want to convince you
          I just want to fuck you
I don’t want to feel
          I just want to fuck you
I don’t want to hurt
          I just want to fuck you
I don’t want to think
          I just want to fuck you
I don’t want to be your afterthought
          I just want to fuck you

Was that clear? 

It doesn't take anything for me to  want you.
A couple kissing on  the TV.
That song that  makes my heart feel  you right there
That steamy sex scene that goes right past my heart and into  my pants
It doesnt take anything for me to want you
Your smile, your laugh
Your voice in  the morning.
That way that you look  at me.
It doenst take anything for me to want you
Watching you across the room as you laugh  and joke
Watching you as you walk  in  front of me
 It doesn't take anything for me to want you.
Because I always do----

I think I am  angry
I think  I am hurt
I know whats going on  here
I know all  the dirt
And still I smile
Still I agree
Knowing full well  what this says about how you  feel  about me
So  it will  play itself out
As all  things tend to  do
I will  do  me
And you  will  do  you
Then time will  ring in what is real  and what is true



Friday, January 16, 2015

Who knew?

This week has been intense. I am still not doing well. This lung thing always takes me out. But the piece that I keep coming back to is that I have registered and paid for my last semester in school for my Bachelors degree. 

I can’t get my head around it.  This is years and years of wanting this and now it is almost over. It just doesn’t seem possible. My last class is Music Appreciation. If all goes well then I graduate with my BSN in May.  The plan is to wait a year and then look at going back for my Masters Degree. 

That was the goal that I had for myself when I started this journey when I was 18 years old. Back before I knew anything about leather, or that I was gay, or that my life would turn out to be so amazing.

It almost feels like my life was on some weird hold until I found BDSM. Not even leather at that point, just opening that door, that crack into BDSM. Our first scene was when I commanded her to take off my belt. I remember it was raining outside. I was working two jobs and going to school full time, but her body felt so good I called off of my second job to be with her. 

After that was my first flogger. The first time I used it was on her inner thighs. She reached for my pussy with her mouth as I flogged her.

I became out and proud. 

With her support I joined the LGBTQI group on the college campus and before long became the vice president, and then the president. I was organizing the group’s attendance at the Mayors to protest same sex housing discrimination, having the group at the Aids walk, and the protest when a gay youth was killed. 

Although my leather identity was growing I was often left wondering and questioning. People seemed to have a hard time being able to answer my questions without having their own agenda to rule the answer. So because of money- or lack their of- and time, I was left to kind of figure things out on my own. 

My slave was amazing she would print out articles that I could read in between homework assignments. But I didn’t really have someone to talk to. When I tried the internet I was left criticized and without answers. It was weird. On the very rare occasion that I had someone to learn from I asked as many questions as I could and absorbed every word. But those times were rare, and I was already short on time and brain power.

My next growth spurt in BDSM and leather happened when we moved here and got involved in AEL. For years we went every month to the power munches and I felt like my formal education had begun. The people that I met with here knew so much and were open to sharing their experiences. I was challenged, I was told to think, and because of this communities awareness of the economy, we were finally able to afford to go to events.   

The play parties, power munches, private diners and get togethers, the public events taught me so much. it was all so mind blowing. I was so new. I ate it all up. 

I never would have thought that I would have gone on to  be a title holder and then  an organizer, that I would have this house and my slave and I would still be 24/7 more than 13 years later. What are the odds of that?

For the most part I have completed my leather goals, I was a title holder, I organized skills workshops for 5$  at the most 10$ per person, I have thrown  successful and unsuccessful  play parties, I have maintined this blog, I continue to run  the Albuquerque Masters group  and have written two books. One of which my editor says one will be ready for sale by Spring Pan.

So here I am trying to take in my life, my growth, my changes. Feeling so lucky, so blessed to be loved the way that I am, to be challenged to grow, to be challenged to be better, to never settle on my own growth by those that love me.

Who  knew? 

Thank  you to  everyone who ever had me/us over for dinner,   or coffee, thank  you to everyone who  ever let me watch  you play, thank  you to every power munch  presenter, thank you to each and every community organizer who  did a workshop, an  event, or a weekend. Thank  you to  everyone who  has answered my questions and asked them in  return.

Without you I could have never grown.

Friday, January 9, 2015

Cant Miss!

Hello  everyone!

 I am still  shaky and fatigued from the meds-  but this round seems to  be working.

So I have looked up  some funny as SHIT stuff:

 This one is VERY Demented:




OK- TO TRUE: (and stay for the bloopers!!!)


Friday, January 2, 2015

What the Hell JUST Happened?

For me New Years Eve and  New Years Day are extremely important. There are omens during this time as to how my year will play itself out- or so I believe. 
So this year, like always, I did a little planning- not a lot- just a little. 
New Years Eve was going to be staying at home, sex and preparing for the New Years Day party. New Year’s Day was going to be an epic feast, family and play!  Needles and canes and bondage – OH MY! 

I put the bondage tables in the living room and they were ready to go. They are usually out and ready to go  but I really wanted to  play in front of a fire. I wanted to play to the smells and sounds and ambiance of it all. I had been looking forward to this for weeks!

The food included a turkey, two types of stuffing, collard greens, black eyes peas, mashed potatoes, and homemade berry cobbler. 

We had been saving for weeks!  

So  on New Year’s morning I woke up  and I was feeling OK- I little tight in  the chest- like I didn’t want to  take a deep  breath. I did  my morning  chores OK fed the horses and checked the trough, that sort of thing.

As the day progressed my breath got a little shorter- but I was DETERMINED!!!!

I received confirmations from those coming over that everything was a go and everyone was so excited-MAINLY ME!  

Over the last few days prior to this my slave hadn’t been feeling well. But she was holding her own, a bit of a cough, and fatigue, but overall good and excited for the holiday as well! 

We spent all day New Years Eve crafting together preparing gifts for the next day.
It was a group decision that we make New Years presents for each other, and I had been crafting until my shoulders were sore and my hands were numb!

So about 5pm or so it was time for sex!  Very important to have intimacy on New Year’s Eve. By this time my breathing had taken a turn for the worse, the cough  was more painful, I had vomited, and talking or laughing was becoming more difficult. 


Now just to preface this, earlier this week I had an incident that exacerbated my PTSD. All week I had been struggling with being present in my body.  So having sex was more than just about it being on New Years Eve it was about reclaiming my body.    
When  we started I was struggling to  breathe  a little more, my body wasn’t cooperating, and then  right as we were getting into foreplay- you  guessed it- sick  people poops. 


I made my way back to bed and gave it my all.

I would struggle to breathe, then I would just lie there, panting and snotting- and then-   I burped. 

Yep-  it was at that point we stopped sex,  but we couldn’t stop  laughing. 

It just got funnier and funnier!  We decided to  cuddle and to  fulfill  my wish for sex it was decided that  “ON 3”  we would “cum”  together. 

It was all so hilarious the flat monotone voice of “oh yes stick it in  daddy…” “Yes more and deep like….” As the faked orgasms rang in my ears I lost it! I could not stop laughing, I couldn’t breathe, it was UNBELIEVABLY hysterical.

Then I coughed and farted. At the same time.

So we laid there laughing and holding each other. It was so intimate, so beautiful, and so  loving. 

It was about two hours later when I knew I was in real trouble. So we bundled up and headed to the Women’s ER. They were so  good to  me, I was in  and out really fast and I am  now on  several  meds to  get my viral  upper respiratory inflection  under control.

We were headed home  when  my slave started to  not do  well. she had been  struggling but she had put herself on  the back  burner to  care for me. After I received treatment she started to drop. Bad and hard.

I helped her into the house, got her changed and on the couch.  It was at that point that I knew that there was no way tomorrow would happen. My meds were making me shaky and weak; her meds give her bad headaches and fatigue. talking triggered harsh  painful  coughing fits. 
So I sent out the alert that tomorrow was not going to happen.  I felt so bad about cancelling- everyone needed this- but as we sat on the couch puffing away it became painfully apparent that there was no way we were going to  be functional.

When midnight came she was on a breathing treatment as I tried to not cough. 

About one am we got up slowly and made the bed together. We looked at each other, held hands and said to each other “as a team.”

When  we got up on  New Year’s Day we weren’t a whole lot better- but there was a turkey to  cook- so  I had my slave sit and talk  me through  how to cook  a turkey.

My first turkey. Ever.

I did all of the prep work as we slowly made it through our day.  Together as a team.

Resting when we needed to, each one of us taking over the next part as the other ran out of steam.

Together as a team. We would say it to give each other strength, to support and love each other as we couldn’t talk a lot before the coughing would be triggered in both of us.

So  that was our holiday.  The bondage tables are left unused, my needle pack unopened and the canes undisturbed. The fire left unlit because we couldn't take any irritation that would possibly cause a cough.
The food was slowly cooked over the day in parts with most of it packed away for later.

Everyone was very understanding. 

Even thought I am  not sure what all  happened here- time went so  unbelievably fast. Before we know it there was midnight and the first day of the new year was drawing to  a close. It all  happened on  hyper speed.

What I can say is Happy New Year to everyone.

And may your dreams, desires, and loves come true! With  or without the ER visit!!!!