Fantasy Vs Reality

When I was a wee young Squeaky I had this really great fantasy about what a 24/7 D/s dynamic would look like. It was epic, it was awesome, and if you applied it to my life it would look something like this:

The kinky fantasy of 24/7
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there lived a Squeaky and her most perfectly domly Domly Cookie. Their house had a lovely dungeon filled with really bitchin' sex toys and stuff. They were independantly weathy so neither of them had to work and they could play all day long. The kids were all in boarding schools so kinky play could happen All The Time. And there was an army of kink-friendly servants who saw to all the mundane vanilla crap that needed to be done on a daily basis.

Squeaky and Cookie never got sick, they never had bad days, and Cookie's beaty arm never ever got tired. Rope never bit into the wrong spot, limbs never fell asleep, and both of our story's heroes were mind readers so accidents and bad things never happened. And when they did it was totally OK because Cookie was the Dom and that's all that mattered.

It was a really great life (for Cookie) and made for really epic wank fodder (for Squeaky).

But then this thing happened (I'll call it "life") and my wank fodder awesomeness kinda evaporated and it started to look like this:

The reality of 24/7
Poor Cookie had to go to work so sometimes he was too stressed or tired to play.
The kids had this annoying habit of being around all the time and demanding attention and shit so the kinkiness had to be turned down to this really low-key sort of Leave It To Beaver thing.
Sometimes Squeaky got sick and grovelling or non-stop BJs were really low on her list of priorities.
They were sort-of broke quite often so there wasn't a dungeon or a plethora of sex toys and quite often when there was enough money for these things a car would inconvienently break down.
Quite often grocery shopping had to be done, bills needed paying, and the dog needed her tummy rubbed.
Once in a while when Cookie and Squeaky had the energy and the kids were at Grandma's they would get to play... But mostly when that happened all they wanted to do was order pizza and watch Netlix.
Sadly Cookie couldn't be Super Uber Domly all the time and poor Squeaky didn't get to be tied up and beat on a daily basis, sometimes not even on an every-other-day basis or weekly basis.
Because this is real life and real life isn't the 24/7 super-kinky nothing else exists but play and sexings and BDSM fantasy of bad erotica and porn.
Poor Cookie and Squeaky had to fit their kinky fun in when they could and try to make a dynamic that fit around the demands of everyday life.
Poor, poor Cookie and Squeaky all stuck in a world that doesn't revolve around their every kinky whim.
Such is life.

Just something to keep in mind if you're a newbie- There's a difference between fantasy where anything is possible and reality when you have to fit kink in when you have time, money, or inclination. It's not always going to be cages and canings and all the other sweet stuff and to expect anything else means you're setting yourself up for serious disapointment when life rears its demanding head.