And I love it when . . .

He is stood behind you, hands pushing down on your shoulders forcing your face into the pillows of our bed, forcing your chest down against the mattress which in turns raises your ass so much closer to him. 

He digs his hips into your ass. And again. And again. You can hear the grunting in your ear and he can feel your body begging to be taken.

And I can see it all.

I can see him.

I can see you.

His cock near your ass while your own betrays your body. 

I can see the pleading in your eyes, pleading for him to fuck your ass, pleading for me to make it stop before he's really begun.  I can hear your breath, short sharp breaths as if you are struggling to get the air into your lungs to be able to exhale properly. 

And as I nod at him, telling him it is OK to proceed, the coldness of the lubricant makes you shiver as firstly you feel a finger, then two sliding between your cheeks. I see you tense, he feels you tense and you can feel his breath, hot and heavy on your neck as he pushes into you further and further. 

He pulls you up into a triangle, your ass in the air, face pushed down into the pillow and I can hear you groaning as he reaches round to your stiffened cock.  Breathing quickens, sporadic bursts of breath, sharp and fast.  You feel the tip of his cock sliding between your cheeks causing you to tense further still and I can see how much he loves to ride your ass, and there is such a desperation playing out before me. 

From him.

From you.

A frantic animalistic fucking. 

I shiver at the sight before me, it hits me right in the pit of my stomach. 

Him fucking you, while I watch you being fucked.  I do not break my gaze, not from you, not from this sight.

Your body is filled with sensations so intense, they flood your being and you are rocking against his hand, pushing back on his cock that is plunging deep in and out of your ass.  And it is clearly evident that you are loving him riding your ass. 

And still I watch.  Taking in every fucking beautiful image that is playing out before me.

You are moaning, groaning, urging him on, urging him in deeper. And there is screaming and it is him and it is you as the rhythmic thrusts into your ass that is screaming loudest, begging, pleading. 

And the blood rushes to your ears, drowning out the screams, the breathing, the gasps from you both.

His body twitches.  His cock is pulsing and as you tense your ass around him he fills you with his warm load.  Breathing is frantic.

And I am watching still as you fall into the pillow.  A beautiful sight. 

And baby, I love it when you're ass fucked.

Fantasies made real.




Lauren Bentley ~ "where I buried my secrets"

Buried secrets.
Or more so, buried fantasies. 

The ones that live in the dark recess of your mind, the ones that you're too scared to voice for fear that the person that you're opening up to runs in the opposite direction.

Fantasies with images that we masturbate to, images that form in our minds which bring us to the release of an orgasm.  But often, fantasies of the taboo, of the extreme, of the things that we are perhaps less likely to do if the opportunity were to arise.

My own fantasies have followed a similar path, a similar trajectory.  They have and are at times, really in the darkest of places.

And it has been like this for as far back as I can remember.

Unlike some, my fantasies have never involved celebrities or even people I actually know, more often than not they have involved faceless people.  Not so much faceless, but more people that I do not know. Strangers.  People who do not judge the "act".  Many fantasies of doing wonderfully (but disgusting) things.  Lurid, arousing, but deeply hot!

Apparently, so I was reading recently nine out of 10 people have such fantasies, and the others are overwhelmed with shame or guilt or repressed.  I am thankful I do not fall into that tenth.  I am thankful that I have been given the gift to explore and to shed any of those feelings.

And yet, it seems that many people finding their way into or along the BDSM path, do deal with shame and guilt, shame and guilt over the feelings, the desires, the fantasies.  Society tells us so many things are wrong, that doing certain things makes us "disgusting" or "evil" or "dirty".  They attempt to make us ashamed of the thoughts, desires and feelings that we may have.

I am thankful that it has rarely been that way for me! Why should I feel guilty or ashamed of the things that arouse me, the things that I have wanted to experience?  Some maybe harder to accept, some things may take a while to understand before we explore.

But while 9 out of 10 people may have them, I wonder what percentage of people actually act on them?

I do.  I always have.

I was lucky to be able to play out so many of my fantasies with a very willing partner.  He may not have realised what he was letting himself in for to begin with, but, he was willing.  He was certainly up for exploring, for experiencing, and helping me to explore every fantasy scenario that I wanted to.  But, somehow, something was often missing.  Or at least it was back then. 

With time, I found out exactly what was missing, of why it never felt quite enough.  They were always a scene played out with a feeling of falseness.

Until I met someone who made that line between the fantasy and the reality blur, merge even.  Journeying together into the darkest of places, into the darkest recesses of my mind.  Delving into the dangerous territory that my fantasies led us to.  We were open, exposed, to the desire of exploring, a never ending but growing need to take it to the next level, of pushing that limit and walking down an even darker path.  The fantasies became a reality, the reality became even more real, taking away the fantasy that once lived within the mind, unleashing it, allowing it to be the reality I never thought it would be.

Dangerous territory.

A challenging one.  Succumbing to the ever growing desires and needs that came out of that darkness.  Changing it to the reality, taking it further.

It was like a drug, wanting more. Needing more.  Delving into the place where the secrets were buried allowing them to not only see daylight, but to be lived, to be felt.  The experiences brought different feelings.

I felt free.

Accepted.

But more so, that I was allowed to be who I was, what I was. What I am. Who I am.

Exploring the fantasies, taking them from the dark precipice of my mind, making them a reality stopped those guilt feelings.  Stripped away the shame, took away the self judgement.

I owned those fantasies.  I owned the experiences. I owned the changes that they brought to me.  In experiencing I was free to be who I am. Not scared of what people may think, but being able to be open, to share these parts of me without worrying what people may think. 

So many of us, fear judgement for the sexual desires that we have.  But these desires, allowing ourselves to be open to them, to experience them, gives us the chance to learn about ourselves, to self realisation, to becoming self assured.  They made me whole, complete, the person that I am.

But, I have a need to share.

I need to know the fantasies that exist deep within someones mind, I want (and need) them to be open to me, to share without guilt or shame.  To not feel fear or fear judgement. I do not judge.  After all, I have explored many things without that judgement that it is certainly something that I would never do.  Acceptance is important to me.  I want that person to be able to be the person that they are, to enable them to be the person that they are, but more so to accept them for the person that they are

And vice versa.

There is nothing wrong to having a "dark side". There is nothing wrong to explore the secrets of our mind, the place where those fantasies grow and exist.  I don't want that area to be uninhabited. I don't want the fantasies to be a place that is never explored.  They are places for exploring, for learning, for experiencing, for growing.

Do you remember in Greek mythology when Persephone is banished to the underworld? When she returns to the earth's surface she is accompanied by spring, a reference to rebirth, illumination and light from the things that she has experienced while being banished.

It is a gift. 

I was lucky that someone gave me some of the greatest gifts.  His understanding, his acceptance, his exploration of my own inner dark side (along with his!)

He gave me the gift of taking the fantasy and making it a reality.  Taking those inner thoughts and bringing them to the surface, inhabiting those darkest places. Giving them light.

He gave me a freedom that rarely comes.  He enabled me to be who I was, who I wanted to be.  And vice versa.  We didn't need a place to bury our secrets.  I no longer do.

We explored.  We accepted.  We were set free.

Watching

You were watching.

But only because you had no choice.  Although you didn't want the choice. Not in reality.

You were watching.

Only because you couldn't look anywhere else.  Only because your eyes were drawn to us.  Only because you knew deep down it was what you wanted . . .to watch.

Me with him.

Him with me.

Except, you never thought that the fantasy that lay deep in the recesses of your mind would ever make their way to a reality. 

Except, you never encountered on meeting someone who would take those fantasies and bring them to life, to make them play before your very eyes.  You never believed that what was in the dark and depraved parts of your mind would ever see daylight.

They did. With me.

And here you were watching.

Fighting yourself not to watch. Fighting the feelings that were rising within you as you watched him fuck me.  As you watched me fuck him.

Your eyes drawn to the moments of lust and lasciviousness passion, your cock responding to the desire that coursed through every inch of your body.  Wanting to be him. Yet wanting to watch me be with him.  Conflicting feelings, desires, longings.

Even though I did not look at you, I knew that there was the battle going on between wanting to be there, watching us, yet not wanting to watch me be with him, or him with me.  I didn't need to look at you to see the battle playing in your mind, the battle between your darkest desires and the reality colliding like waves hitting the rocks on a shore.

But, you wanted it.

You had told me.  I had reached into the depths of your darkest thoughts, bringing them to the surface, telling you that there would be a moment when the line between fantasy would become that reality.

You hadn't known when it would be.  The plans were all made, arranged without you really knowing.  All you knew was that it would. Happen that is.  You had no idea it was going to be the night it was, not until I had whispered into your ear over dinner that tonight was the night.

We still had several courses to go, speeches too, several hours for the mind to run through a whole host of scenarios. You didn't know how.  You didn't know when.  You didn't even know who or at least you didn't until I said that we had to get going, you stood up but then he stood up too.

And you knew.  Who it was at least.

And the rest, was soon to follow.  And now you were watching.

Watching he and I fuck.  Wanting it to be you. Wanting to be there. Wanting to be a million miles away.  The lust in your eyes, the desire, the wanting, the jealousy.  A hundred and one emotions colliding inside.

And you watched.

.

Never mind pain in the office

Never mind about "pain in the office" as I blogged the other day HERE  this is what would make the workplace a much happier place . . 

I am lucky enough to have had this wonderful pleasure while I have worked at home, but never in the main office.  Not quite sure what the guys I work with (and yes I work with all guys!) would think about it, but, I'm liking it. A lot!  

And as a side note, I love Namio a lot too . . .fabulous art!

But it would certainly make the daily grind of going into work much more interesting . . .would certainly make the day wonderful . . .in fact, I don't think I would want to go home.  And although it is wonderful being the boss . . .I don't think that I could quite get away with introducing this new work ethic to the office . . .

Shame tho!  

As commented on one of my previous entries . . . 

tom said...dreams a little :-D 

I totally agree . . 

My response VI - fantasies of femdom porn

Dear femdom_porn_fantasist

I do not live my life as if I am appearing in some Femdom porno film!

And I am not quite sure what leads you to think that all dominant women are of that ilk, that we are just this group of women who cannot wait to do things to a guy, such as yourself or that we are here to make a guy endure whatever.

Porn is porn.

It is an industry run by men and for men and in the main, is there to cater to the fantasies of men.

As such these movies give an incredibly false representation because he is the centre of attention and she is focusing every bit of her attention on him, which is quite far removed from the dynamic of D/s or an FLR.

The concept that D/s or an FLR (or whatever "term" you wish to use to describe such a dynamic) is all about what a woman does to a man is a very prevalent belief, but is also a misconception.  

It is this imagery that leads so many submissive men, like yourself, to have this idea that Dominant females are here to meet every want, need or desire that you may have and the belief that this is what D/s or FLRs are about.

It isn't. Not by a long shot.

Instead these images in turn makes it very hard work for dominant women like myself who do not live their life like a porno movie to get this across.  It creates a barrier that we have to get through to show that those images, those porn films are not the reality, that yes they may depict women having fun, enjoying what they are doing, but it doesn't reflect the dynamic as to how it can be lived.  

The porn industry, particular in relation to Femdom porn has a lot to answer for, of how it shows what us dominant females should be doing, should be wearing or how we conduct ourselves.  It is so far from how many dominant women are, of how the dynamic or relationships work.

Instead, the relationship is one which has a dynamic where there is a power imbalance, it is not defined by those images from porn which suggests the dynamic is there to meet his desires or wants.  However, it is defined, in my opinion as a dynamic where his desire to serve, matches her desire to be served, but more so of the commitment that each makes to the relationship but which simply reflects within it, the shift of power, the shifting of the control over to her hands.

The desires or wants that I may have, are ones that are served by the FLR dynamic, where his desires and the needs or wants that he may show, are fulfilled in that dynamic because of his desire to serve and please his dominant ~ that is serving.

If I however choose to pick at certain desires, to fulfil certain needs, that is my choice as to how and when it may happen. It isn't defined by the dynamic and neither is it required by the dynamic in place.  But neither is the imagery that you have gained from watching so many misconceived ideas is it possible to live the life reflected in such false and fake situations that is depicted in so many areas of Femdom porn.

So, I do not feature in femdom porn. I do not live my life like I am in a porno movie, and as such, I have no desire to live out any porno fuelled fantasies that you may have.

It isn't my reality.  It never will be.

Good luck.

Talking...(while fucking)

The hunger is restless. 

It is like a thirst that cannot be quenched; a desire that cannot be satisfied.  No amount of masturbation can satiate the feelings that rage within, nothing which can prevent the depraved thoughts from growing in the mind. 

Depraved thoughts of you. Of me. Of many things.  Two, three, more times a day, in light, in darkness and yet it still isn't enough to calm the desire and the hunger that burns in every fibre of my being.  It still leaves me unsated. The desire, the longing, the urgent need still screaming, the hunger still restless.

So I imagine him, fucking me up and down the room, the kind of animalistic fucking where furniture goes flying, as bodies fall from one wall to another; hair pulled, face slapped, bruised, battered, bitten. Forced against the table sending the contents splaying all over the floor. Thrown against the sofa and on to the floor. Frenzied and frenetic fucking all played out before your eyes. 

His voice in my ear, talking while fucking, whispering into my ear of the things he is going to do to me, the things he is going to make you watch while he does them to me. His voice reverberating through my mind, around the room as he tells you what he is going to do to me.

And this does it to me.  It opens me. 

A voice, his words, the sound of the deep and sexy voice that has such an hypnotic effect, it enters into my head and opens me up more to him.  And he is talking and fucking. 

And you are watching still.

And without him touching me further, his words are forceful and strong, commanding and compelling, they are another implement in our pleasure, another tool in a box of so many. They penetrate my body, my mind.

And I come.

To the sound of his voice. To his words.  

And I am fucked, physically, emotionally, verbally.

My body shakes. The dampness of my skin against his from the forceful way he has taken me, he runs a fingernail down my spine, it is wet, I am wet.  And I feel naked, empty, open.

And still you watch.

He whispers into my ear, moving me down to my knees before him.

"Tell me how much you like my cock" He says. His words penetrating into my mind once more, infiltrating into the depths of me.  My own body reacting to the desire and longing from his words.

I kneel before him. His cock is hard, large, thick, I love the way the veins stand out, how it stands perpendicular to his body from where it is so hard from arousal. And as I touch it, while looking at you, I smile.

"I love it . . .I want to suck it and taste it and feel it . . ." I reply, still watching you.

You know how much I like to suck cock and yet you know that it has been so long since I have done so with yours.  And as I lean forward to take his cock in my mouth, my eyes do not break from your gaze.  I can tell that your cock is hard without being able to see it. I know that you are sat there wishing this were your cock being taken into my mouth.  I know that in the depths of your mind that you wish it was your mouth the cock was forcing its way into.  I know you are desiring, lustful, fervent, and that you are invaded by the words, aroused by what you have seen played out before your eyes.

I tease you with my eyes while I tease him, touch him, taste him.

I am taken to a place of ecstasy and surrender.  He grabs my hair, forcing himself deeper into my mouth, his grip on my hair is hard and harsh but it makes me groan from desire and want him all the more.  I am gagging now as he fucks my mouth, my eyes are no longer locked on you, they are locked on this beautiful cock and the body behind it.  And it is fervent and frenzied and it is rough and hard. And there are tears in my eyes and upon my face as he forces himself deep into my mouth and my throat.  And he is fucking me deeper and harder and I am gasping, gagging, choking, struggling for breath. And your breathing is shallow. And in the distance I hear you moan.

His voice unlocks me. Breaking the hold that he has on me.  Taking me away from the place I had drifted to. I do not hear what he says, but know that he has spoken to you.  You are blushing, humiliated at the words that he has thrown at you.  Seeing you there, like that, arouses me deeply.  I feel the hunger rising, the desire building at your discomfort, at your humiliation, yet knowing that will go straight to your cock.  Just as it goes straight to the depths of me.

He pulls me to my feet by my hair.

"Do you know how wet she is?" He asks you.  You nod, your eyes glazed with longing, with your own desire and arousal.

"I am going to turn her around and I am going to slam my cock deep into her. Hard. You love the sound of my balls slapping against her ass, don't you?"

His words, his voice and your reaction goes straight to my cunt. His words alone orchestrating the build up of another orgasm. 

And he pushes me over to the chair, where he fucks me hard, and I hear your moan as I groan at him entering me.  You are sat there watching him, watching his cock, watching me.  And I cannot get enough of him, and I want him to come in me and on me so he is there for longer, so I can feel him long after he has taken me. So you can taste him upon me long after he has gone.  And his words reverberate around inside me, and his cock is pounding into me.

And he is talking and fucking.  And you are watching. And longing. And wishing.

And I come at his words. And I come as he comes.  And as he comes he is still talking. Still fucking. And you’re still watching.

And he talked. And he fucked. And he talked while he fucked.  His voice, his words, echoing around inside the mind as he continues to whisper in my ear.  

And I beckon to you with a glance.  

There is no talking. 

There is no fucking.  

It's your turn now.

When the fantasy becomes a reality . . .

"Walking away from everything" ~ how apt.

 My last blog entry HERE  is about my thoughts in terms of acceptance within an FLR that the fantasy of the male submissive is often very different to that of the female, but also often very different to the reality.

And this leads on from there in some respects, in that one thing that I am  no longer amazed or surprised at, is just how easy it is (for some) to run in the other direction at the first sign that the reality isn't like their fantasy. 

That when the reality is being truly felt, when it is not fantasy but a reality that it seems all too easy for the person to say "it's not for me". 

Life has issues.

It does for everyone. 

But if you are able to truly embrace the FLR, if you're able to be truly open and forthcoming in those issues or problems, with the one you are with, the dynamic is established in such a way where it can lift the pressure that may be apparent, that it can help when things are tough.  It can only do that if you allow it to, if you let it, if you're open to it.

Of course it won't do that if things aren't shared, if things are kept hidden or if a silence covers everything. 

It isn't just this way in FLRs.  It is the same as any relationship, regardless of whether it is vanilla, FLR or D/s, if you are open, if you share things, you can work through these things together in the "partnership" that exists.  You have the ability to have someone help you through, a neutral form of help, of guidance from someone who is there and wants the best for you.

Of course the reality is often different from reality, I've never pretended otherwise. 

But, what I have always said is important is for the openness and transparency which allows the dynamic but more so the relationship to grow, so that it can deal with any issues that may come along, whether it be health, personal, financial or any other issue, there is a way to work through it, with positivity and more so with guidance,  extra help and support to work through whatever may be occuring. 

However, for some, it is just easier to say "I can't do this" and head off in the other direction, and for the head to be buried in the sand, when the reality is, it isn't the dynamic that is causing the issues, it isn't the dynamic which is making life difficult, instead it could or can be the dynamic which can give you the positivity to resolve issues, to work through things, to have a positive outcome in the future.

There were times that I did ask the boy about whether the fantasy was what he wanted as his reality and I gave him (albeit foolishly in hindsight) the benefit of the doubt when he said that it was, when he said that it was what he wanted.  I gave the trust in his words and the commitment of them.  It leaves the declaration of "feelings" and "friendship" all so very empty, all so very meaningless.

I am not upset nor angry. 

Disappointed? Yes perhaps.  

I may wish that I had listened to the doubts, but life is an onward journey. 

I know the path I am walking. 

But as of now, the path for myself and "the boy" is a separate one.

Life is a journey. I know what I want. That hasn't ever changed.  I know what my reality is.

The reality didn't meet the fantasy. For him.

The boy.

Is no longer the boy. 

I wish him well.

FLRs ~ accepting the reality over fantasy.

Take this artwork above by Sardax

A scene depicting what is for many a fantasy view of Femdom, submission. Leather, rubber or PVC clad Females, males naked, gagged, crawling around or being led by a leash.  Physical punishments being given for any single wrongdoing. 

A wonderful fantasy indeed. 

I think there are many things within which many of us would be drawn to, things which are a part of our fantasies, things which do at times become or are a reality.

But, in reality it is just a fantasy view. 

While it maybe appealing, while it may be a hot fantasy for many, realistically is it a reality?  Is it something that can be achieved at that level within a relationship, existing in that way 24/7.

Realistically probably not.

While dynamics and relationships do exist to that extent, do exist 24/7, the "fantasy" cannot. 

It isn't physically, mentally or emotionally possible to maintain that level of "fantasy" 24/7.  The "daily grind" of life would itself play a huge part in that.  So, as such, it is often something that remains a fantasy. Something that may be played out in "scenes", for exploring, but not something that is a way of life, merely a part of it.

The dynamics of Femdom and Female Led Relationships can and are a way of life.  They are a reality, but they are a reality in a different way and it is possible for such a dynamic to exist 24/7.

They can. They do.

For many.

So, many people, many male submissives particularly have unrealistic expectations. They come wanting that level of fantasy as part of a D/s or a female-led relationship and then complain when it is nowhere near to being achieved.  Lose the fantasy and the reality becomes achievable.  The reality of having a female led relationship. The reality of submitting to another.  The reality of giving up control and of another taking that control.  All of it is a reality.

Acceptance plays a BIG part of any relationship.  It is a big part of FLRs too.  But it is something that can be difficult.  Especially if it is accepting things which may be different than the fantasy you hold, especially if it is accepting a change in lifestyle, a change in the way things are.

It is about accepting that there are many circumstances which play a part of daily life, and that those circumstances take the fantasy and make it a reality. They make it the way we actually live. 

It is about accepting that in many circumstances that there is a distinct lack of a shared fantasy between the submissive and the female.  And it is important in any relationship or dynamic to move forward that the acceptance is found. 

So what is this lack of shared fantasy?

Many men will come into such a relationship with an unrealistic fantasy, just like is depicted in that artwork by Sardax shown above.  They come with wholly unrealistic expectations, wants and desires about a Femdom relationship or indeed an FLR.  The fantasy floating them towards the strict leather clad Dominatrix whielding her whip, demanding subservience and oral servitude, while making them do household chores, cuffed, collared and very little else. (of course fantasies may vary, but it is the unrealistic fantasies to which we are referring here)

Reality is often very different. 

The female is unlikely to share this fantasy.  The female is likely to have her own fantasies, and it is often unlikely that while similar fantasies may exist, they will not always be shared, they will not always cross over.

And as such, this is where difficulties often begin. The male with his unrealistic expectations and fantasy. The female on a totally different page.

And this is where accepting becomes important.  Accepting that the fantasy isn't achievable as a reality.  Accepting that their own fantasies are likely to be very different from that of their female dominant.  Accepting that in this case, it is the female who is leading the relationship and as such, the fantasies of the male may not become a reality, they may not be what the female wants or wishes within the dynamic.  And so, it is about accepting that this is the way forward if they want their female partner to take the lead, or if they are within an  FLR.

Many may try to "push" the relationship in a way so that his fantasies are met.  Such "pushing" may be considered as "topping from the bottom", it may be considered as the submissive trying to force the hand of the dominant. But, it is more than likely to lead to the female resenting the male submissive and can make it very difficult to build and establish a positive, healthy female led relationship.

Having such fantasies, such wants or needs can be overwhelming and can make you want to push for those needs to be met.  But, this isn't about you, this isn't about the submissive fantasies, while it doesn't mean that you should forget your wants, desires or fantasies, it is important that the submissive be able to accept the differences, accepting that the fantasy isn't a reality or even more so, that the fantasies are not shared. 

I do not want a submissive who only gives of themselves in "play" scenarios, who want to be dominated only sexually or in the bedroom.  I do not want a submissive who expects me to dress a certain way, act a certain way, just because it is part of their fantasy. 

Their fantasy, isn't my reality. 

Yes I have fantasies of my own, and I will make a lot of my own (and indeed the submissives fantasies) become a reality, but I do it on MY terms, in the ways that I want to, as the female leading the relationship.

There are many aspects to an FLR, many things that the submissive (and indeed the female in charge) need to learn, it isn't all about household chores or oral servitude, it isn't all about fetish, kink and punishments. 

It is about much more than that. 

It is about the submissive making the life of the female dominant easier. 

It is about taking on chores and tasks which will free up her time so that she has more time, which makes her life easier.  This in turn makes her happier and giving more time for her to do what she wants or needs as well as being able to have less stress to in turn focus on the relationship and what she wants and needs from it.  In turn the submissive is happier as his needs are met in servitude, in worshipping and devoting himself to his dominant and doing all the things that she wants or asks of him.

It is about the dynamics of Domination and submission. It is about all of the wants, desires and needs of the individual. And of course, it can be about the fetish and the kink . . .no-one is saying these things are not a part of the reality of an FLR or D/s.

The demands of work, family and homelife, the demands of daily living and the daily "grind" are everyone's reality and it is these normal things that we all have to do on a daily basis which bring the reality to the relationship, it is these things (amongst others) which prevent that 24/7 leather clad Dominatrix fantasy from being a reality. 

And it is those which carry these fantasies, these "fantasists" which in turn say that 24/7 dynamics cannot exist. Of course with such fantasies and expectations it is very unlikely they can or would, but it doesn't mean that a 24/7 relationship of D/s or FLRs cannot exist.

They can.

They do.

Accept that fantasies are a part of who you are, accept that your needs, wants and desires are a part of who you are but also, accept that they may not be shared wants, needs or desires.

And it is about accepting those differences and learning to accept the female partner on her terms.  Accepting HER fantasies, her preferences, accepting the way SHE wants to take the relationship.  After all, it is her leading the relationship.

Accept that she doesn't want to wear leather to the supermarket leading you around on a collar and lead.  Accept that it is her wishes on how she treats you and if it isn't what you had in mind, this is HER way and it is about accepting that the fantasy you may have isn't the reality.  But accepting what the reality is, if this is the relationship and dynamic that you want as a submissive.

Accept her fantasies.  Accept her desires. Accept her wants.  Accept that they are likely to be different from yours.  But accept that her fantasies, her desires her wants as the foundation of the dynamic and the relationship that you're having.

It doesn't mean that your fantasies are forgotten, there are many ways they can be explored together.  Communication is key.  But accepting that you are likely to come into this relationship, this dynamic with different thoughts, different fantasies is key.

Acceptance is not easy. Especially if you have certain expectations of "how it should be" or that things should be a particular way.

But a female led relationship is just that, it is led by the female, it is led by her fantasies, her wants, her desires and it is a case of  bowing down to her decisions to the way that she will lead the relationship and accepting this as the way it is.