Our FLR Is Our Treasured Secret
My Lady and I were introduced to each other by a mutual friend who knew us quite well and thought our natural Domina/submissive personas would be an interesting mix. We knew about each other, via our friend, for quite a while before we actually met. The chemistry was certainly right although she kept me at a distance for a few months until she was certain that my desire to serve her was genuine.
Her intelligence inspires and motivates me to this day. I’ve always felt comfortable around strong creative, confident women, preferably left-leaning, and my Goddess is all of that and more. Our relationship has endured because we enjoy discussing the nature of it often, finding ways to make it better. We’ve never let it stagnate, not for a day. I’m grateful that she has allowed me to be completely honest with her. It’s safe for me to tell her what I need to. This comes with trust …and probably time… and an abundance of feminine wisdom, which she has decided to share with me.
I did have a previous long-term FLR, although we didn’t refer to it as that – and it was mostly during the pre-computer age, or early stages of it – and it was also her high intelligence that initially attracted me. I should also mention that we are still very good friends and I remain obedient to her, which she enjoys, although she uses her power wisely. I also want to say that I am writing this with my Goddess’s permission and encouragement.
Although I’m certainly attracted to the physical beauty of a Goddess I am serving, it is without question her high intelligence that inspires me to serve her well over a long period. The erotic power of a dominant woman’s creative intellect should not be underestimated. It’s really the flipside of the spiritual power of the Feminine Divine, which I wake to every morning and am permitted to worship.
I might have mentioned this before, can’t remember … my earliest recollection of my true submissiveness to a supremely dominant woman -I would have been about 10 – was seeing Elizabeth Taylor in ‘Cleopatra’ … I wanted to be one of the slaves serving her as if their lives depended on it, which, of course, they were.
My Lady prefers not to be titled Mistress largely because we don’t live a Femdom lifestyle, at least not in the classic sense, and she feels that the title is more befitting of a Professional Dominatrix, which she isn’t. She doesn’t wear leather and she doesn’t carry a whip. Such is her skill as a dominant leader she has no need for symbolism, affectations or costuming that she finds cumbersome, uncomfortable and completely unnecessary for eliciting my unconditional obedience, service and attentiveness. Mostly we simply call each other by our first names.
I am permitted to call her Goddess, which she loves, as it befits her position in our relationship and enhances her expectations that she will be served and worshipped by me. I use the title ‘Lady’, with her consent, as a special way of referring to her when writing about particular episodes of our FLR. I’ve told her that it keeps me reminded of her elegance and her wonderful feminine power and that I find it useful when writing about her. She has encouraged me to keep it. Her lover calls her mainly by her first name, although he does also use more traditional terms of endearment: Darling, Sweetheart, etc.
In public, with friends or strangers, we refer to each other by name. To loudly identify her as Mistress would kind of defeat the purpose of our FLR, which is to exist unobtrusively, out of the spotlight as it were. I think if we were out somewhere and we overheard, “Oh, look, they’re in a Female-Led Relationship!” we’d probably feel like there was more homework to do. The fact that she can observe me serving her to her satisfaction and honoring her every wish without other people straining their necks to catch a glimpse is probably what makes our FLR beautiful.