LadyPact
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I'll tell you a story, Bones. Means a lot to Me, but most folks won't care. Just about three years ago, I was asked to present a vest. For leather folks, that's a pretty big honor. Giving a vest is just one step above from presenting boots. It's kind of a big deal. So, before this gal came to Me, asking if I would do this thing, I was sitting during dinner with this guy named Sir Michael. This was an old time leather man. We talked about this site and how foolish he thought I was for even having a presence here. To make a long story short, the vest came to Me. Here I was, vest in hand. I never knew it's owner. All I had known was what folks had told Me about the man. He lived and he died (cancer) with leather in his veins. His family surrounded Me and I had never met this man! I remember standing in the circle and saying hello. I remember saying words about what leather meant to Me. I remember saying how this man was still connecting us. People tell Me that I was terrible eloquent. I don't know much about that. After the ceremony, I remember this man, Sir Michael, he came to Me. There were tears in his eyes as he walked up. He'd given Me all of that shit just a little while before. Do you know what he said? It wasn't some great speech. It was pretty simple. "You really are the new generation of leather. I was wrong." In those few words, that man changed My life that day. I knew I had a history. I was connected in some strange way. For what it's worth, I still am.
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The crowned Diva of Destruction. ~ ExT Beach Ball Sized Lady Nuts. ~ TWD Happily dating a new submissive. It's official. I've named him engie. Please do not send me email here. Unless I know you, I will delete the email unread
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