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.
We got through the week without me provoking Anna into a spanking, although I still had demerits I had yet to cash in. It was Friday, so my ass had healed well enough that she could discipline me without fear of causing more harm than was necessary. I sat at the breakfast table as usual. It was our time to align schedules and discuss our agendas to avoid working at cross purposes for the following week.
Anna was focused on her calendar, flipping through appointments and jotting down notes. As I watched her, I couldn’t help but notice how her work attire had subtly shifted. I’d already noticed how she dressed more provocatively at home, but now it seemed she was bringing that same energy to the office.
She wore one of her typical tailored suits, but the pants seemed tighter, hugging her hips and thighs in a way that made it impossible not to notice. I wondered if she had taken her clothes to a tailor. She had her suit jacket over the back of the chair and was wearing a white blouse. Her blouse, normally buttoned high to her neck, had three buttons casually undone. It wasn’t overtly revealing, but if she leaned forward at just the right angle, someone might catch a glimpse of the soft slopes of her breasts.
And then it hit me... she wasn’t wearing a bra.
Anna had never gone to the office without a bra before, at least not that I knew of. It was a subtle but powerful choice, one that sent my mind racing. Was she trying to impress her bosses? Or… was it for someone else?
I pushed the second thought away almost immediately. I didn’t want to entertain that possibility, but the unease lingered in the back of my mind.
Anna glanced up from her calendar and caught me staring. She smirked slightly, as if she knew exactly what I was thinking, and then turned her attention back to her notes without saying a word.
Whatever her reasons, one thing was clear: Anna was changing. And I was still trying to catch up.
“Okay, let’s see… I have a business dinner next Wednesday night, so I’ll be home late. I’m also having lunch with Sally on Thursday,” she said.
“So, no dinner at home Wednesday?” I clarified.
“Correct. Oh, and I want you to install a program on my computer this weekend that mirrors everything you look at on your computer and phone.”
“Okay, I can do that,” I said, though the thought made me nervous.…
