Finding Satisfaction

I’ve had a very strong submissive streak since my late teens. For years, I resisted this realization quite fiercely because the kind of daily life I lead makes it somewhat impractical to fully embrace. Rather than dwell on it here and exhaust everyone, I ask that you all be understanding and accept things as they are. Around twenty years ago, while reading the newspaper in bed one morning, I suddenly found myself confronting my feminine side—it was right there, impossible to ignore or escape. The result was that I had no choice but to yield; it felt like a force greater than me, so I surrendered. I suspect if I hadn’t, I would have been trapped until I did. That marked the beginning of this new reality: being half male and half female has taken a long time for those two parts to merge and integrate properly. Fast forward to now, I am longing for an FLR—a dynamic with an assertive woman who can guide me into chastity while I serve her. The obstacle is that my wife shows no interest in these things. She married one type of person and ended up with another; it’s hardly her fault. Divorce isn’t on the table. Whatever else I may be, I am not cruel-hearted, and since she loves me, leaving would feel entirely selfish to me. It might not be trendy, but having been raised to view divorce as a taboo, I find it unrealistic. You folks here seem to live in wonderful circumstances; if your accounts are accurate, you’ve found fulfillment and are lucky indeed. Yet consider that hundreds of thousands likely share this longing for the life you have. There’s really no need for anyone to reply; there doesn’t appear to be a quick fix for my own predicament—it just is what it is. Many thanks, To all the best, Trissie.