Looking back, it's hard to remember just how Linda and I got to where we are. It's even harder to explain to friends who are close enough to us to read the signs but not close enough to be part of what's happening. And it would be impossible to explain to either of our parents or most of the people we work with, so from them we simply hide it. The facts are these: Linda is my slave. I am her master. Those are startling words, even to me, even now, two years after it became a fact. When I say them, sometimes a little voice still demands of me, What do you mean, she's your slave? What about the women's movement? What about the sensitive chubby bunny chubby video preview man? What's going on here? The answer's not simple. I could tell you it's about power, or freedom from responsibility, or contact intensity. I could tell you it's about primal urges to take and be taken. All of those things are true. But mostly it's about love. # We were friends first. That's important. Bondage and submission isn't a game you play with strangers. If you don't understand why, you're not ready to play at all. I can tell you how Linda and I met. I run a little print shop -- large women personals chubby video preview lithographs, silkscreens and the like, small runs, very high quality. Not much work comes in off the street, but people who need me seem to find me. Roald needed me. He was an illustrator who was trying to even out the ups and downs by getting his off-the-wall work on the walls in the graphic art galleries around the city. Linda was his housemate, sometime lover, and informal business partner. She went to school part time and handled the running around so Roald could concentrate on the art. She explained all of that and more the first time she came in. Not prattling or chattering. She was just open and at peace with herself. I felt myself drawn to her, and it was hard to stay professional. Dark hair, a large women chat chubby video preview happy
