True Stories
I thought it might be possible to inveigle a few of you to share a female led relationship* true story or two. Nothing is more helpful and really more interesting than what people actually do.
Happy or sad; the relationship of a lifetime or a pleasant interlude. As brief or as long as you feel like.
* Whatever term works for you.
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I have now been dating my submissive boyfriend for over a year and a half. Our relationship has evolved in that time - I was kinky when we met, but not at all sure about being a dom. (In fact, I had adamantly denied being a dom in many prior conversations.) But it’s evolved very much into my being the dominant in our relationship.
We basically do 24/7 d/s, which some people imagine as meaning that you have scenes all day every day, but it’s not like that at all. Most of the time we are just “normal” together, though he wears his collar whenever we are at home alone (unless there’s some reason not to, like he just got out of the shower).
A couple of weeks ago we finalized (for now) our contract, which we’ve been working on for a long time together. You can see the whole thing here if you’re curious. It’s what works for us - helping us to balance our mutual obligations and understandings.
I’m writing this all matter-of-factly, but what’s incredible is that I’m having the very best sex of my life, with an absolutely wonderful and delightful person who is also, as we say, a “kinky sex monkey.” And, really, what could be better than that?
As I mentioned on another forum, it’s not so much a sexual or BDSM thing that makes the relationship I have with Mrs. Mule an FLR.
As in aerial warfare , the pilot with the best shot, takes the lead and the other flies wing to protect.
That is how our relationship falls out.
Mrs. Mule delegates those tasks I do better than her to me. Mostly this is with the family finances. By default she leads otherwise.
Take for example buying our house, surely one of the largest events in our recent history. I was able to tell her the mortgage payment we could make, and backed that off to a house price.
She did everything else including selecting the floor plan, the lot, and negotiating with the contractors. About the only thing I got to specify was a dedicated circuit for the computer room (realizing I’d probably use the full 15 amps) and a Jacuzzi big enough for two 6-foot people.
In other areas it falls to opportunity. She does most of the cooking. Not only is she a better and more imaginative cook than I am, but she also gets home hours before I do. If we waited for me to get home we’d be eating at 10:30 at night. However, I do have my specialties and prepare them on the weekend.
In any case, I do get the cleanup detail and kick her butt out of the kitchen when she gets in my way!
She paints the walls, I iron and vacuum. She plants flowers, I yield the shovel and pick axe.
She is responsible for the pool, but I do a lot of the maintenance under her supervision (in the nude, of course).
I do a lot on my own accord, since I do not want to burden her with every decision. I love her to much to do that to her.
In the bedroom it’s like a an angel food cake: 98% vanilla, 2% topping.