My name is John, though I go by rgjohn, and I’ve written a few erotic books and some content for Literotica. When Emma read my work, she suggested I write about loving, female-led relationships—a genre she’s passionate about. It’s been a while since I’ve written, but a fan recently reignited my interest by asking me to turn his detailed journal into a story. Initially skeptical, I found myself captivated by his account of a Female-Led Relationship (FLR), a concept I hadn’t explored before. With a mix of curiosity and research, I’ve decided to craft a multi-part story spanning over 20 chapters. If you are just starting, you should begin your journey back at chapter 1.
Chapter 7: Discovering Chastity Cages, and Possibility of a Spanking
Some time later, Anna returned from her office. I was guessing that she had done more research on the subject at hand. By then, I was deeply engrossed in researching chastity cages. The realization had hit me hard: I needed something drastic, something concrete, to help me break free from my inability to control my urges. Chastity cages seemed like a plausible solution, but the sheer variety of options—materials, designs, locks—was overwhelming.
I was still scrolling through product reviews, trying to make sense of it all, when Anna walked up behind me. Her arms slid over my shoulders, her touch soft yet grounding.
“What’re you looking at?” she asked, her voice low and curious.
Her touch felt like a lifeline, pulling me back from the spiral of overthinking. My chest tightened with emotion, but I dared not assume forgiveness or approval just yet. Still, her warmth, her presence—it gave me hope.
Anna’s cheeks were faintly flushed, her eyes alight with curiosity and just a hint of mischief, convincing me that she hadn’t just been talking on the phone to work colleagues. A half-smile played at her lips, caught somewhere between amusement and intrigue.
“Chastity cages,” I said, attempting to sound casual, though my voice cracked slightly.
“Oh,” she replied, her smile widening. “I just read about those. Are you seriously thinking about getting one? They sound like something out of a medieval torture chamber.”
Her words carried a teasing edge, but her tone was laced with genuine interest. It wasn’t dismissal; it was exploration. And in that moment, I realized we were stepping further into this world—together.
“Well, they sort of are,” I admitted, “but they’re surprisingly popular based on the volume and number of them online. The problem is, there are so many to choose from. It’s confusing.”
“Are you going to get one?” she pressed.
“I think I have to,” I said firmly.
She raised an eyebrow, her tone light yet teasing. “But those things won’t let you get hard—and I kind of like your little boner.” She giggled softly, her humor easing the tension and reminding me again that we could now talk about my ‘little’ problem openly.
“Well,” I said, smiling, “you’d have the key. You could let it out anytime you wanted.”
“Or not,” she quipped, her grin mischievous.
“Exactly,” I said, playing along.
Anna’s expression turned thoughtful. “That’s giving me a lot of power,” she said, her voice serious now.
“I want that,” I said. “I can’t do this on my own. If we go through with this, we both need to embrace our roles completely and take them seriously.”
She studied me for a moment. “It is hard to believe that you are serious about this?”
“I am deadly serious,” I replied. “I think this could work for us. And that includes the cage.”
Her brow furrowed slightly. “So, you can’t take it off yourself?”
“Well, that is a problem. Most cages have locks, but they aren’t foolproof. The only way to make it completely secure is with a Prince Albert piercing.”
“What’s a Prince Albert?” she asked.
“It’s a piercing that goes through the penis and locks the cage in place,” I explained.
Her eyes widened. “Oh my God, that sounds awful!”
“Yeah, it does,” I admitted, “but it’s an option if nothing else works.”
“Would you really do that for me?” she asked softly.
“Yes,” I said without hesitation.
“Wow,” she murmured.
“Yes, wow,” I said. “You’re worth it. I don’t want to lose you. When this all started, I was in such a dark place… I even thought about ending it all.” I knew immediately that I shouldn’t have said that. I didn’t want to scare her… but that is what I did.
Her face froze in shock. “You didn’t?” she gasped.
“I did,” I confessed, tears welling in my eyes. “But I couldn’t imagine leaving you like that.”
Anna’s eyes filled with tears too as she hugged me and placed her warm cheek against mine. “Jason, promise me you’ll never think that way again—no matter what.”
“I promise,” I said. “It was fleeting, but it scared me. I never want to feel that way again. You can leave me if you have to, but I’ll never leave you.”
She kissed me gently, her lips warm against mine. Then she spun my chair around and perched on my lap.
I groaned.
“Did I hurt you?” she asked, concerned.
“No,” I chuckled. “I just finally got my ‘little thing’ to calm down.”
She laughed, shifting her weight playfully. Her movements reignited my arousal.
“What are you going to do once it’s in a cage and you start getting hard?” she teased.
“I’ll have to will it down—or suffer,” I said with a wry smile.
“Poor baby,” she cooed, one of her favorite comebacks now. She kissed my ear, and I knew that she could feel the stirring in my groin. It was rather embarrassing.
“See? That’s exactly the problem,” I said, half-joking. “I’m too easy to excite. And when I’m with you, I can’t control it.”
“The cage doesn’t fix that, though,” she pointed out.
“Well, it does if you never let me out,” I said.
“”Never? That’s a long time, you can’t be serious?” she questioned.
“Well, it might be necessary to let me out for maintenance reasons as you will see in the research,” I said.
She giggled. “I see our dilemma. If I let you out, you might fall back into your old habits.”
I liked her use of the word, “our”.
“Exactly,” I said.
We turned our attention to the screen, scrolling through endless options for chastity cages. Anna’s curiosity grew with each design, her questions becoming more pointed.
“Some of these look painful,” she remarked. “And what’s with the ones where the penis disappears?”
“They’re called full-enclosure cages,” I explained. “Probably uncomfortable even without an erection.”
We laughed together, but I could sense her growing fascination. When I mentioned cages with electronic locks and remote controls, her eyes lit up.
“Wait,” she said. “You’re saying I could control it from my phone? And send little shocks? Even from work?”
“Yes,” I said cautiously, almost reluctantly.
Her breathing quickened. “I like that idea,” she said, almost to herself.
“I thought you might,” I replied, smiling nervously. “But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I don’t even know if any of these cages actually work.”
“What happens if you take it off and you know, take care of yourself?” she asked.
“Then there has to be punishment,” I said simply.
She laughed. “What, like a spanking? That sounds like fun,” she joked.
“Not necessarily for me. If it’s done right, it wouldn’t be fun or sexual,” I said. “It should be real punishment.” Then I added, “Now that I think of it, it could relieve you of some of the stress from work.”
Anna laughed and said, “Be careful, don’t tempt me.”
“So you would have total control over my sexual parts,” I said.
Her eyes widened slightly, but she didn’t dismiss the idea. “That would give me a lot of power.”
“It will,” I said.
Her breathing quickened again as I showed her a page with paddles, canes, and whips.
“Wow,” she murmured. “That’s a lot to choose from.”
I said, “That’s the problem with cages and disciplinary equipment.”
Anna scrolled to another site describing various discipline technique and equipment. She paused at the spanking site.
As Anna scrolled through the website on spanking and discipline, she got a strange look on her face. She turned to me. “How do I know if I’ll like punishing you?” she asked.
“I don’t think you have to like it, you just have to do it. But I guess you’ll have to find out how you feel about it when you actually do it,” I replied. A little shiver ran down my spine.
Suddenly, she smiled and glanced at my dresser. Walking over, she picked up one of my hairbrushes, smacked it against her palm a few times, and said, “Maybe we don’t have to wait for equipment. What if I wanted to spank you right now? You know you deserve it.”
I was shocked, to say the least. I swallowed hard and stammered, “Uh… well, uh, I suppose I’d have to let you do it.”
Anna’s smile widened. “No time like the present then.”
“Really? You want to spank me right now?” I asked, amazed.
“Get up and take your clothes off,” she ordered.
There was a look in her eyes I’d never seen before—a mesmerizing mix of excitement and curiosity, laced with something deeper, something commanding. I couldn’t quite define it, but it made my pulse quicken.
Continue to Chapter 8
