This wonderful story contributed by a reader who was looking forward to all of the happy shiny stories (me too, I am loving these!)… Thank you so much for it!
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Author: R
My boy.
I never saw myself as person with a particular preference in relationships – I only knew that I at the age of 26 hadn’t met THE guy yet, the one who made me feel the right way about myself and about what I wanted.
A year ago I finally, luckily and by pure accident, did. When we first met, he claims to have instantly realized by my way of reacting to his somewhat smart-ass behaviour, what kind of woman I was. He knew where we were heading, before I did.
He had known for a couple of years that a D/s relationship was what he longed for and so he was much more experienced than me with the whole thing – but being the gentle, beautiful boy he is, he would in the beginning, slowly and patiently “guide” me every step of the way.
It didn’t take me a long time though, to feel safe with this and him – because it was something I had been missing my entire adult life and it felt like coming home to me.
He is without doubt the most amazing person, in every aspect, I have ever met and I can’t recognize our relationship or the way we interact in ANY of the horrible FemDom porn movies out there.
For me, BDSM and an FLR is soooo much more than just sex and wearing red latex boots with a matching strap-on (or whatever the stereotypical Domme is usually depicted wearing). For me it’s kissing until the point of numbness, it’s talking forever about silly stupid things and about deep emotional things as well. It is also heart shattering, mind blowing sex. But above all, it is knowing someone so well that words sometimes are unnecessary but always more than welcome. He is my safe haven as I am his.
Being in love with your boy does not – and I repeat, does not make you less of Domme. It simply makes it more giving.
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This post is part of a project to share happy, positive femdom relationship stories. If you have a story and are willing to share it, please email it to me (ferns at domme-chronicles dot com).
2 comments
See, one day I want to be able to write something like that.
Good for her, and good for him . . . .
Sir Puppington Lothian.
I really love this line “It didn't take me a long time though, to feel safe with this and him – because it was something I had been missing my entire adult life and it felt like coming home to me.” That's awesome!