My Journey Into A Loving Female Led Relationship: Chapter 19

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.

The following evening, I accompanied Anna and her friends for a night of bar-hopping. I wasn’t excited about being out for the evening, but I knew my role well. I wasn’t there for the drinks, the conversation, or the entertainment. I was there because Anna wanted me there, wanted me close by her side... like a valuable possession. And truthfully, I wanted to be close to her, too... but I could do that without the crowd.

I wasn’t just her partner; I was hers. And I could tell that she felt that. I imagined that it would be pretty intense to know that you are owned someone, body and soul. It was a heavy responsibility, but that is what Anna thrived on. She needed to be in control, and I had willingly given that to her. For my part, I felt truly loved and valued.

And as I watched her laugh and shine in the glow of neon lights and lively conversation, I felt a sense of contentment and pride wash over me. I belonged to her... forever ... and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I was brought back to the present and I winced. My backside was still tender from the "maintenance" spanking Anna had given me earlier that morning. The fading marks from previous sessions mixed with the fresh ones, and every movement on the barstool reminded me of them... of her. On top of that, the snug cage I wore was an ever-present reminder of Anna's authority.

It wasn’t just physical; it was mental... now a symbol of commitment and restraint. Before my newest cage, I could actually take the cage off anytime I wanted, but now I couldn’t and I no longer wanted to. I could feel Anna’s hands holding me... holding my sexual parts like she owned them... because she did. When Anna took it off so I could clean myself, I felt more naked than ever. The cage had become a part of me.

I had gotten the new device several days prior. It was fitted for me. It was smaller but was pretty comfortable, and very difficult to get it off. There was no escaping it.

This was our third bar of the night. I was tired, uncomfortable, and more than ready to go home, but Anna seemed to be enjoying herself, and I wasn’t about to ruin her night.

Sally, however, was proving to be a complication. She knew about our relationship now... I wasn’t sure how much however. Anna had confided in her, and she seemed to enjoy pushing boundaries. Subtle touches, lingering glances, and sly comments left me flustered. After she had one too many drinks she leaned over and whispered, “I’m holding the second key. Look.”

I gasped and my eyes opened wide. I couldn’t believe that Anna had shared that or had already giving her the key as she had threatened. I looked at Anna and caught her eyes. She smiled and pulled her key from under her top. Both women left the keys out of their top and smiled at me... I felt my face blush.…