My Journey Into A Loving Female Led Relationship: Chapter 17

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 17 Turning The Keys Over To Anna, Apron with Exposed Chastity Cage, Jason commits to Anna… forever.

That night, we slept in separate beds again. Though the cage was becoming more bearable, sleeping on my stomach due to my sore backside made it challenging.

Friday morning, I was up early, preparing breakfast when I turned my head and watched as Anna walked into the kitchen. Since she wasn’t going to work, she was still wearing her night outfit, which consisted of a silk camisole with matching panties. I immediately felt the impact in my cage.

I felt her behind me as I went back to cooking. Her first move was to inspect the welted marks across my backside.

“It doesn’t look any worse,” she said softly. “I hope it doesn’t scar.”

“It feels about the same,” I replied honestly. “But I don’t care if it scars. If it does, it’ll just remind me of you.”

She frowned slightly. “No, you’ve got such a cute little ass. I don’t want the skin to be marred. I’ll have to research how to avoid scarring.”

Her hand reached around in front of me and lifted the hem of my apron. “Oh, you still have the cage on?” she asked, capturing it with her hand. She lifted the cage gently, her fingertips cool against my sensitive balls.

“Is it uncomfortable?”

“It can be,” I admitted. “But they say you get used to it after a while. I’m getting there.”

“Well,” she said thoughtfully, “I’ve decided I like the idea. It’s a mix of punishment and control, and I think I can really get into it.”

“I’m committed,” I said firmly. “I won’t take it off unless you tell me to, no matter how uncomfortable it gets. This one should work until we get a custom-made cage. I’ll measure myself and order one in a few days.”

“Good. Just make sure it doesn’t cause any problems with your skin,” she said. “But honestly, I don’t like it when you cover it up. I want to see it… it’s exciting to know what you’re giving up for me.”

I said, “Well, I don’t want to get hot grease on naked thighs, or especially my little guy.”

She raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a sly grin as she reached into the junk drawer and pulled out a pair of scissors. “I have an idea. It’ll protect everything… except your little guy, unfortunately. At least it solves most of the problem.”

When I saw the scissors, I exaggerated a look of horror. “Are you going to cut it off so it doesn’t get burned?” I teased.

She laughed, a genuine, amused sound. “Not yet. For now, I’ll just make it more… visible.”

With a few quick snips, Anna cut a neat hole in the front of my apron. She then reached through and pulled my caged penis and balls out into the open.

“There. Problem solved,” she said with a triumphant grin before firmly cupping my exposed balls in her hand.

“It solved the problem for you, but it kind of defeats the purpose of an apron,” I said.

“Maybe,” she replied, her smile teasing. “But I love how vulnerable it makes you look with you balls exposed like that. Most people don’t realize just how much power those little things hold over a man and how delicate they are. It doesn’t take much to bring one to his knees.”

Before I could respond, she gave my exposed balls a light smack. Though it was barely more than a tap, a sharp, immediate pain shot through me, amplified by the cage and my complete exposure. I gasped involuntarily.

“Sorry, did that hurt?” she asked, her voice dripping with mock innocence, her grin betraying her intent.

“No, not at all,” I shot back sarcastically, still wincing.

She giggled softly, clearly enjoying my discomfort. “Back to work,” she said, spinning me around with a playful force and landing a smack on my already-sore ass. I couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped me. Without missing a beat, she turned back to the table and sat down with her newspaper and settling in as if nothing had happened.

I served her breakfast and opted to stand by the counter with my coffee rather than sit at the table. Watching her eat, flipping through the paper, was mesmerizing. Anna is breathtaking… far beyond what I deserved. Her face, her hair, her eyes, her figure all of it captivated me. And somehow, since we’d started this journey together, she seemed to have become even more beautiful. Nothing had changed physically, yet she glowed in a way that felt undeniable. Whatever we were doing, it suited her perfectly.

I could feel my caged penis try to stir, the pressure was both frustrating and exhilarating.

Anna glanced up, catching my gaze. “What are you staring at?” she asked, her tone light and playful.

“My beautiful wife,” I answered without hesitation.

“It’s not polite to stare,” she said, a small, knowing smile on her lips.

“I can’t help it. If you promise to stop being so gorgeous, I’ll promise not to stare,” I teased.

She chuckled softly and returned to her newspaper, completely at ease.

As I stood there looking at her, I knew it was time to hand her the keys. This was more than a moment; it was a crossroads. Handing her the keys to my cage wasn’t just symbolic, it was transformative, a commitment beyond even our marriage. It was trust and surrender wrapped in one. There would be no turning back, for me or her.

Heart pounding, I picked up the keys from where I’d left them on the counter. I’d placed them on a thin chain, imagining she might want to wear them if she chose.

I held the keys out, dangling them before her. She didn’t take them right away. Instead, she looked up at me, her gaze piercing, her intensity rooting me in place. It was as if she was trying to let me change my mind.

“You know what this means, don’t you?” she asked, her voice low and steady, a gravity to her words that sent a shiver down my spine.

“That you own my sexual parts… and that means me,” I said quietly, my voice trembling slightly.

“Yes. Forever. I will own you forever,” she replied, her tone firm and certain. “You’ll only be let out for cleaning or maintenance. You may never climax normally again.”

Her words hung heavy in the air. A shiver ran down my spine, and I felt a flicker of fear mix with something else… excitement, devotion, surrender. I suddenly felt lightheaded as the gravity of my commitment and her declaration settled in.

But I had thought this through, a hundred times, maybe more. I had known this was the path we were walking, and I had made my choice.

I nodded, my voice steady despite the lump in my throat. “Yes, forever, if that is what you want. I accept.”

She took the keys from my hand, her fingers brushing mine with deliberate intent. Anna’s lips curved into a small, satisfied smile. In that moment, the weight of my surrender shifted into something else… something powerful, something deeply fulfilling. It wasn’t just about giving up control; it was about trust, intimacy, and the unspoken bond that deepened between us.

For the rest of the day, I couldn’t stop watching her. It didn’t help that she only had on panties and a crop-top. Whether she was moving around the condo tending to her work or simply relaxing, there was a noticeable difference. Her step seemed lighter, her face more serene, as though a weight she’d been carrying had been lifted. Perhaps it was my imagination, but the change felt real and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride in knowing I’d contributed to that glow.

That night, we slept in separate beds again. The cage was becoming more bearable, though the soreness in my backside made sleeping on my stomach an uncomfortable challenge. Despite the physical discomfort, there was a strange contentment in the arrangement, a quiet acknowledgment of the new relationship we were building.

The next morning, Saturday, I was in the kitchen preparing breakfast as usual when Anna walked in. She looked even more relaxed than the day before, her energy almost radiant. Was it because of her day off, or because she now held the keys to my sexuality? Either way, the sight of her took my breath away. My heart swelled when I noticed she was wearing the chain with the keys around her neck. It felt like a silent proclamation of her role… a subtle yet unmistakable statement.

Without a word, Anna moved behind me and began inspecting my welted backside for the second morning in a row. Her touch was clinical but not devoid of care. The marks from the punishment had deepened, the red now faded into shades of blue and purple, the swelling still evident. Her gaze lingered, taking in the evidence of her discipline.

“Still swollen,” she murmured, almost to herself, before stepping back. “I suppose it looks better.” She sat down at the table with her coffee.

It occurred to me that her concern could be for more than one reason. It could be that she didn’t want to cause me any serious pain, which she probably didn’t, or it could be because she wanted to see how long it would take before she could discipline me again. Or, most likely, it was both.

“It hurts less,” I returned.

I had the apron on again and my caged cock and balls stuck out.

“Come here,” she said, and inspected my cage again. “I know I love keeping you caged. It is amazing how powerful that makes me feel. I think we will keep it on forever.”

There was that word again… “forever.” I shivered at her words, but, in truth, it is what I deserved… no it was what I needed if this was going to work. I knew I didn’t have the self control.

Anna said, “Now, I have been thinking about new rules for us… starting immediately.

“Uh, okay,” I said. I knew she needed to have everything under control and documented. That was the attorney in her.

Anna said, “You will move all your belongings to your office/bedroom, and that will now be your room. You’ll remain naked in the house at all times unless we have guests or I allow it. I want a detailed list of your household duties, and I will punish you for any infractions as I see fit. This arrangement is permanent or until I change my mind. But I kind of like having my own bedroom and bathroom. Do you agree to that?”

I knew she was testing me, trying to gauge my willingness and resolve.

“Yes, I do,” I said without hesitation, though a swirl of doubts lingered in my mind. I figured we could iron out any issues later.

Anna nodded. “I’ve been reading about the importance of having rules clearly laid out. I want you to draft an agreement containing everything we’ve already discussed, as well as any additions I make over time. The document should outline your acceptance of my authority and your agreement to my discipline, even if it’s more extreme than yesterday. We need clarity about our roles and what happens if you violate the rules. Of course, it won’t be a legal contract, but it will serve as a guide for us. Either of us can cancel it at any time, but you know what happens if we do.”

I knew exactly what she meant. So did she. But while the thought lingered heavily between us, I didn’t want to say it aloud. She, however, didn’t hesitate.

“This isn’t a game anymore, Jason. I no longer feel guilty about disciplining you, and I need you to understand that it will happen again. Beyond punishment, if you break our agreement in a significant way, there will be a serious price to pay, she said, punctuating her words with a sharp smack to my still-smarting ass.

I gasped and grunted, the sting flaring anew. I didn’t scream, but it hurt like hell.

I didn’t know what she meant by “a serious price to pay,” and I didn’t want to ask. I didn’t think it would ever happen anyway. Still, I shivered at the weight of what I was agreeing to. I knew that she was pushing my boundaries. However, I knew that if that “serious price,” was that she threw me out, nothing else would matter.

Anna fixed me with a stern gaze. “Do you agree? I want a verbal answer.”

“Yes,” I said firmly. “I agree to all of it.”

Seemingly satisfied, Anna jangled the keys in front of me. “I’ll keep one on a necklace and wear it.”

“What about the other one?” I asked.

“Hmmm, I think maybe I will give it to Sally for safe keeping,” I said.

I looked shocked but didn’t say anything.

“Yes, I will have Sally keep it,” she confirmed.

“Okay,” she said, sitting back. “Under the table now.”

Just like that, she was ordering me to eat her. I moved between her legs, positioning myself as instructed. Just as I was about to begin, she pulled my face up and added, “Oh, and no football today.”

“Why?” I asked, surprised.

“Five demerits for questioning me. Because I said so. Instead, you’ll clean all the bathrooms… especially the floors.

“May I ask what I did?” I ventured cautiously.

“No, you may not. I decide what goes on in this house,” she replied with a smirk. “Five more demerits.”

I knew exactly what she was doing… she was establishing her dominance. Deep down, I suspected she still felt some guilt over her actions the other night. By complying without protest, I was accepting that she might sometimes make mistakes. I would endure them as part of my commitment to her.

Strangely, I found myself loving this reaction. It showed that she cared deeply for me, and that knowledge filled me with an unexpected thrill. Despite the cage, I felt myself grow aroused, nearly climaxing at the thought of her authority.

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