I talked to a man this morning who wanted me to tell him what a day with me would really be like.
I said, “Really? Really? Or fantasy really?”
He said, “Really. Really.”
I said, “Okay. But you’re going to be disappointed.”
I said, “Really. We would wake up. We’d have coffee. We might have some breakfast. We’d go out and take a walk…”
He said, “Yes, but when do you get me on all fours and put the collar and leash on?”
Sigh.
I said, “You asked for REALLY. REALLY. I told you that you were going to be disappointed!”
Sometimes I feel very guilty about what I’m doing to all the lifestyle dommes out there–myself included.
Play is play. Fantasy is fantasy. 9/10th of any actual relationship is not kinky play. It’s just the average everyday stuff.
I haven’t met a dominant/toppy woman yet who wanted to be an unpaid kink dispenser.
Men are, for the most part, always starved for sexual attention. This is just one of the ways that it comes out. 😂
For example, I want to talk about sex, and have sex, and play sexy games every two hours or so, and I would like to be woken up when necessary to maintain that schedule.
My wife wants to talk about sex once a decade, have sex once a week, and play sexy games once a year. (I am NOT complaining; it is what it is, and I love her dearly.)
So (she being my own “lifestyle domme” 😂), we came to a reasonable compromise: We talk about sex once a decade, have sex once a week, and play sexy games once a year.
And I guess the rest of the time, my brain will have to make due with fantasy … ’cause it ain’t gettin’ anything else.