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.

Chapter 19: Bar Fight, Anna Explains FLR to Sally, Sally Gets A Foot Massage

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.

I looked around and it seemed that no one really noticed. I wondered what Anna, or Sally, would say when someone asked what the key was for. I’d probably never know.

I didn’t have time to process that because that’s when the night took a turn.

Two large, visibly drunk men had taken an interest in Anna’s single friends. Their approaches started as awkward flirting but quickly turned intrusive. The women’s clear attempts to brush them off went unnoticed or ignored.

I leaned toward Anna and whispered, “Maybe we should leave.”

She shook her head slightly. “Let’s give it a minute.”

But things escalated. The men grew louder, their behavior more aggressive. At that point, I knew I couldn’t sit back.

“Hey, guys,” I said calmly, stepping between them and the women. “I think it’s time to move along. These ladies clearly aren’t interested.”

One of the men turned his bleary eyes toward me, sizing me up. “Who the hell are you supposed to be? Their babysitter?”

The other one laughed. “Get lost, buddy. This doesn’t concern you.”

Anna placed a hand lightly on my arm… she had changed her mind. “Jason, let’s go.”

I shook my head. “It’s fine. I’ve got this.”

The first guy sneered and took a step closer. “You really want to play hero tonight, little man?”

I could smell the alcohol on his breath, rancid and sharp.

Before I could respond, his hand shot out, slapping me across the face. The sound made the bar go quiet. I tasted blood in my mouth, but I didn’t react… not yet.

When he reached back to hit me again, I caught his wrist mid-air, used my leverage and twisted it sharply. It forced him down to his knees. A loud crack echoed, and he screamed. His wrist and possibly his thumb was broken.

The second guy lunged at me, but I sidestepped and delivered an elbow strike straight into his ribs. He staggered backward, clutching his chest and gasping for air.

The bouncers arrived moments later, hauling the two men outside while the crowd murmured in shock.

When I turned back to the group, Anna and her friends, along with everyone else in the room, stared at me in opened mouth stunned silence.

“Jason… how… what the fuck just happened?” Anna asked.

I wiped the corner of my mouth where the slap had cut my lip… it wasn’t bad, however. “I’m sorry. They weren’t listening.”

Sally leaned closer. “Where the hell did you learn to do that?”

“Karate,” I replied, shrugging. “Started when I was seven, stuck with it for years. Honestly, I held back. It could have been a lot worse for them.”

Anna was still wide-eyed. “Why didn’t I know this about you?”

I managed a small smile. “I didn’t think it was important.”

Anna looked more perplexed than anything.

“Do you want to head home?” I asked.

Anna nodded, and Sally agreed. The other two women decided to continue to party, eager to keep the night going, maybe at a different bar. I left to get the car.

When I returned to pick them up, I stepped out of the car and opened the door for the ladies. I could feel a shift in the way they looked at me. There was a newfound respect in their eyes. Yet, despite their admiration, the whole experience still left me feeling slightly embarrassed. Deep down, I was still the same shy guy who once struggled to ask a pretty girl out on a date. No amount of heroics or bravado could change that.

After dropping the single ladies off at another bar, we began driving Sally home. But Anna had other plans.

“Hey, Sally,” Anna said casually, “is your husband expecting you home tonight?”

“No, I told him I was staying with one of the girls,” Sally replied.

“Then why don’t you come stay the night with us?” Anna suggested.

Sally hesitated. “Oh, I wouldn’t want to impose…”

Anna shook her head. “Nonsense. We have a guest bedroom, or, if you’d rather, you can share my bed. Jason doesn’t sleep in there anymore.”

Sally’s eyebrows shot up slightly, though she didn’t seem entirely surprised.

“It all part of our FLR,” Anna added smoothly.

I kept my mouth shut, knowing this wasn’t my conversation to join.

When we arrived home, Anna and Sally disappeared into the bedroom, giggling softly. Before closing the door, Anna turned to me and said, “Get us some wine.”

I nodded and headed to the kitchen. As I poured the wine, my thoughts swirled with confusion, curiosity, and anticipation.

“Should I… get undressed?” I called out hesitantly.

Anna appeared briefly in the doorway, her expression unreadable. “Not yet. We are going to take a shower first. You take one too and then put on your sweats.”

Her words caught me off guard. Not yet. I wasn’t sure what she meant, but I didn’t question her. 

I quickly showered and changed into my sweats and brought the wine into the living room. 

Almost an hour later, the women emerged from the bedroom, having just taken showers and wearing matching outfits; Anna’s silk pajama pants and cropped tees that barely covered their breasts. Anna and Sally were about the same size except Sally’s breasts were larger. The way the fabric clung to their curves left little to the imagination, and with every movement, their bare breasts swayed subtly beneath the thin material. With Sally’s larger breasts, it would not have taken very much for her tits to pop free.

My cage tightened uncomfortably in response. 

They curled up on the sofa, their legs tucked beneath them. Anna casually tossed a cushion onto the floor at her feet and pointed to it. The silent instruction was clear. I set the wine on the table and sat cross-legged on the cushion in front of her. 

Anna smiled down at me. “I was very impressed with you tonight. I had no idea you had that talent.” 

Sally chimed in with a grin. “Shit, yes. That was incredible. Like something out of a Jack Reacher movie.” 

Anna laughed. “Jason has many talents, beyond the one I just discovered.” 

Sally raised an eyebrow, leaning forward slightly. “Oh, really? Like what?” 

“Well,” Anna began, her tone playful, “he gives an amazing foot massage. Why don’t you show her?” 

Sally didn’t hesitate. “Oh yes, my feet are killing me.” 

Without a word, I retrieved a foot tub with warm water, soap, a washcloth, and massage oil. Kneeling in front of Sally, I carefully lifted one of her feet and began to wash it. She let out a soft sigh, her head tilting back as she visibly relaxed. They chatted casually about this and that… I wasn’t listening.

When both feet were thoroughly cleaned, I poured warm oil into my hands and began massaging her soles, toes, and arches with slow, deliberate movements. Her soft moans of satisfaction filled the air as she melted into the couch. 

After a few minutes of bliss Sally said, “Oh, fuck, that feels amazing, but… what other talents does he have?” 

Anna’s smiled. “Well, he’s a great cook and pretty handy around the house, but more importantly, he’s improved himself… he is a changed person since we started our FLR. Tell Sally how you have changed, and what you like about it.” 

I took a moment to think careful about how I answered. “I like that I’m a much better person. I like how much closer Anna and I have become. And I love how we make love.”

“It seems like it would be hard to make love with a cock cage on,” Sally said.

Anna picked up on that and said, “How do we make love, Jason? Describe it for Sally.”

Sally giggled. “I think I know how to make love, thank you.”

“Probably not like this,” Anna replied confidently.

Sally raised her eyebrows. “Oh really?”

“Well, it has little to do with physical sex,” I said cautiously.

“How the fuck can that be?” Sally asked with a laugh, clearly skeptical.

My face was red when I said, “We have sex… I mean, I perform sex on Anna… with my mouth. But that’s not the same as making love. Making love is about kissing, holding, touching, and talking. It’s far more intimate.”

“Really?” Sally said, turning to Anna with a doubtful expression.

Anna nodded. “It’s true. Making love is about bonding, about baring your soul to the one you love. Sex is purely physical.”

“Like fucking,” Sally clarified.

“Well, yes. But we don’t fuck, or at least Jason doesn’t put his penis in me anymore,” Anna said matter-of-factly.

“What? Really? Never? You’re fucking with me now,” Sally said, her disbelief evident.

“No,” Anna replied calmly. “He hasn’t fucked me for about a year, and may never again.”

“A year? Never again? That’s crazy!” Sally said, stunned.

“It’s not as crazy as you think. You see, Jason,” Anna said, reaching down to touch my face gently, “has a rather small penis and also struggles with premature ejaculation. So, he never could make me climax. Although we do have penetrative sex… it’s with a life-like dildo.”

I could feel my face burning with embarrassment, but I kept my head down and continued working on Sally’s feet.

Continue to Chapter 20

rgjohn

I started writing erotic stories to bring excitement and pleasure to a world that could use more spice! Years ago, two of my steamy novels were published by a Canadian press, even making it to airport gift shops—how cool is that? While I loved seeing my books in print, I realized the real fun was in creating stories that spark connection and creativity online. Who knows? Maybe my stories are inspiring couples to explore FLR dynamics, with a cheeky wife making her husband read them as a playful twist (while caged, naturally—oops, did I say that?).