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 26, Sally Comes To Stay At The Condo for A Few Days
Sally arrived at the condo shortly after dropping Anna off at the airport. I was nervous to say the least. When she walked through the door, pulling a large suitcase behind her, I couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. I hadn’t expected her to bring so much.
But what really caught my attention was what she was wearing. Sally had on a crisp white blouse, fitted snugly across her ample chest, with the faintest outline of her curves visible beneath the thin fabric. It was clear she wasn’t wearing a bra and I could see that she actually had nipples rings poking through the blouse. That was new. I had a hard time pulling my eyes away. The blouse was tucked neatly into a short black skirt that ended mid-thigh, accentuating her toned legs. On her feet, she wore a pair of glossy spiked high heels, the sharp click of each step echoing lightly across the wooden floor.
She paused inside the entryway, her hands resting confidently on her hips as she gave me an amused smile. “I don’t think I will ever get over you being naked at home all the time… but I like it a lot. You are looking very fit, by the way.”
I smiled and my face colored a bit, and as much as I didn’t want it, my penis pulsed in my cage. “Thank you,” I said, “Anna has me on a strict exercise program now.”
“Well, don’t just stand there gawking. Are you going to help me with my suitcase, or are you going to stare at my tits all day?” she said playfully.
I snapped out of my momentary daze and quickly moved to grab the suitcases. As I bent down to lift one, I couldn’t help but notice the faint scent of her perfume… a delicate mix of vanilla and something floral lingering in the air. She always smelled nice.
“Looks like you packed for a month,” I joked as I hauled the suitcase toward Anna’s bedroom.
She laughed lightly. “Oh, you know how it is. A girl likes to have options.”
There was something about her tone, a mix of playfulness and confidence that set the stage for whatever the next few days might hold.
I led her to the Anna’s room and left her there to unpack. When she came back out a while later she took a seat on the sofa. “Would you like a glass of wine?” I offered, trying to ease the sudden awkwardness I felt as she smiled at my nakedness again. It was one thing to be naked in the house with Anna there, but entirely another with just Sally. She was the only other woman that had seen me naked and caged since I met Anna.
“That sounds lovely,” she replied with a warm smile.
I brought her a glass of wine, set it down on the table, and returned with a basin of warm water. Kneeling at her feet, I set the basin down gently.
“What’s this?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Whenever Anna has had a long day, I usually give her a foot massage before dinner. But if you’d prefer not—”
“Oh no, Jason,” Sally interrupted with a grin. “Please, carry on. I know you do a wonderful job with foot massages. I could get used to this.”
I carefully placed one of her feet into the warm water and began massaging with deliberate care. Sally leaned back into the sofa, letting out a small sigh of contentment.
“This feels like a luxury spa, and the view is amazing,” she said as the stared out at the incredible view from the floor to ceiling windows. The sun was going down and the red clouds and blue tint to the sky spread across the horizon.
“There is also an amazing view inside this room,” I replied, referring to her obvious beauty.
“Thank you Jason, that is so sweet,” she said.
When I glanced up, I realized that Sally was not wearing panties. I had seen her pussy plenty of times, but it still shocked me that she had apparently been at work dressed this way.
“Jason, my feet are down there, and my eyes are up here,” she said with a naughty smile when she saw where I was looking. I think you deserve ten demerits for looking up my skirt.”
Unlike Anna, Sally was obviously still allocating demerits. I said, “I’m sorry. I may be caged, but I am not neutered… at least yet.”
She laughed and then sighed as I began to massage her foot. “So you always do this for Anna?” she asked, her curiosity piqued.
“Yes. Sometimes it’s just a foot rub, other times I’ll give her a full pedicure.”
Sally raised an eyebrow. “You’re serious? You do pedicures too now?”
“Yes, ma’am. If you’d like, I can give you one before dinner,” I offered.
Her smile widened. “Yes, for sure. I was just going to schedule one. You are full of surprises, Jason.”
As I finished massaging her feet, I brought out my pedicure kit and asked her to choose a color. She picked a bold, classic red, matching her fingernails. I worked carefully, filing them, removing her old polish, and painting her toenails with precision.
“Jason, you’re a rare find. Seriously, where do women find men like you?” Sally said with genuine admiration.
I paused, considering her question. “I don’t think you find them. I think they’re shaped by women who know what they want and aren’t afraid to demand it.”
Sally nodded thoughtfully. “That makes sense. And do you still enjoy this? Serving Anna like this?”
As hard as it was not to look between her legs, I met her eyes and spoke honestly. “I do. I didn’t understand it at first, but now I can’t imagine living any other way. I love her so much that every little thing I do for her feels like a privilege. My heart races every time she walks into the room. I can’t stop thinking of her.”
Sally’s expression softened. “That’s beautiful, Jason. I hope one day Chris and I can have something even half as deep as what you and Anna share.”
“It takes time,” I said gently. “But I know Chris loves you. You’re making progress from what Anna tells me.”
Sally sighed. “Yes, but sometimes it feels like we’re moving backward.”
I hesitated before speaking. “Would it help if I talked to Chris? I could explain things from my perspective, you know, how this dynamic has changed my life and strengthened my relationship with Anna.”
Sally considered this for a moment before nodding. “That might actually be a great idea.”
“I’ll run it by Anna, but I think it could help,” I said.
Sally said with a twinkle in her eyes, “So, I know a lot of about your relationship, but I don’t know everything. What all do you do for Anna beyond the obvious.”
“As you may know, Anna and I have a formal agreement that outlines all of my duties and responsibilities. I’ll show you the agreement before you leave,” I said.”
Sally laughed. “That’s Anna, always has to have everything under control and documented.”
I nodded, knowing she knew Anna well. “It is actually an important document, and you should consider one. Anna and I both signed it,” I said.
“What about Anna’s duties and responsibilities?” she asked, leaning back into the chair.
“She doesn’t really have many duties or responsibilities to me. Obviously she has a responsibility to bring in the money, which, honestly, is a pretty big responsibility. She also takes care of my needs with regard to keeping me excited and motivated.”
“I like the idea of a formal document. I’ll ask Anna to draw draw up one for Chris and me.
I went back to focusing on her painting her toenails. It required a lot of concentrations.
She watched me and laughed lightly, the sound warm and genuine. She sighed and said, “This is like a resort hotel.”
“Better,” I said with a smile. “You have your own personal servant.”
“You’re absolutely right,” she said with a satisfied grin.
I finished up her pedicure, sat the utensil’s aside and said, “After I do Anna’s feet, I generally take care of her other needs.”
Sally smiled broadly and said, “Maybe I should take a shower first.”
“Not necessary,” I said and reached up and boldly spread her legs. I figured I might get demerits for being so bold, but it would be worth it… I was more than ready to put my mouth to work.
“Oh my,” she said as I buried my mouth between her legs. I brought her to several climaxes before I left her to recover and went to start dinner.
An hour later, I had dinner about ready. The aroma of the roast filled the air, and the soft glow of the candles added a touch of intimacy to the evening.
I called Sally and when she walked in, she had on a shorty Kimono type robe that was loosely tied at the waist… most of her tits were on display, and it barely covered her pussy. She got a curious look on her face when she saw me scurrying around to get dinner on the table. “Do you really enjoy being a servant? A naked one at that.”
I thought for a moment and then said, “I suppose you could say I am a servant… with benefits. But, the simple answer is yes, I do enjoy it. I didn’t know where this FLR thing was going at first, but I know I love it now. I am so in love with Anna that sometimes I can hardly stand it. My heart feels like it’s going to jump out of my chest every time I see her. I bet my heart rate is well above average when she’s around. I can feel it.”
Sally’s eyes softened. “I want love like that.”
I wasn’t sure what to say so I didn’t answer. I finished getting dinner ready as Sally relaxed on the sofa with a glass of wine. After dinner as Sally watched TV, I started to clean up.
“I think I’ll go take a bath now, I want to try out that amazing tub,” she said, stretching slightly.
I hesitated before offering, “I can help you with that, if you’d like to wait until I’m done.”
“Help me with my bath?” she asked. She tilted her head, curious. “How does that work?”
“Well… I normally draw the bath, light candles, set out towels, and then help wash Anna, when she allows it,” I said, feeling a bit sheepish.
“Really?”
“Yes, and then I… uh… help with her… personal grooming.”
Sally leaned forward, her eyes twinkling. “I remember Anna talking about that. What exactly do your do for her in that regard?”
“I shave her,” I admitted, my face warming slightly.
“Her legs?” she asked.
“Yes, and anywhere else she needs,” I said, my voice quiet.
Sally let out a soft laugh, her smile wide. “Holy cow, I’ll wait until you’re done cleaning up then.”
When I finished tidying up, I spotted Sally in the living room, comfortably engrossed in a book. Without hesitation, I slipped into the bathroom to prepare her bath. The tub was already steaming hot by the time I set the last candle in place. A bottle of wine rested in an ice bucket, with a single glass already poured sitting on the tray.
I turned just as Sally entered, still wearing the short robe.
“Would you like me to help you further, or should I leave?” I asked softly.
She gave me a warm, knowing smile. “You can help. I don’t have anything you haven’t seen already.”
She opened her robe and dropped it to the floor at her feet. Her breasts had always been striking, but now, adorned with the delicate glint of nipple rings, they were mesmerizing. The jewelry suited her perfectly, both physically and in spirit.
“Stop gawking. They’re just tits with some jewelry,” she teased with a laugh.
“They’re gorgeous,” I murmured, still captivated.
“My tits or the rings?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Both,” I admitted. “When did you get the rings?”
“About a month ago,” she said casually, “so be careful. “I’m still getting used to them. Chris is crazy about them. He’s going to get a ring of his own soon… though he doesn’t know it yet.”
I blinked in surprise. “What kind of ring?”
“Well, technically, it’s not a ring—it’s called a ‘Prince Albert,’” she smirked.
I gasped again. “I am familiar with them. Seriously? I thought you two were not doing that well.”
“He is resisting way too much. In fact, he’s been slipping out of the cage, and jerking off,” she said. “I caught him doing it. Once he gets the piercing, there’ll be no more escapes.”
“Has he agreed to this?” I asked, still trying to process what she was saying.
“No,” she said with absolute confidence. “But he will, if he wants any attention from me.”
She laughed, a slight flush coloring her cheeks.
I could help scanning Sally’s body. Anna had the more striking figure, but Sally’s body was still stunning… her waist impossibly slim beneath the weight of her generous curves.
I neatly folded her robe and then helped her step into the tub, handing her a glass of wine when she was settled.
Kneeling on the bath mat beside her, I picked up a sponge and gently ran it over her, the candlelight flickering across the water and casting soft shadows on her relaxed, contented face. As she sank deeper into the warmth, I continued to wash her, taking my time, lingering in the quiet intimacy of the moment.
She didn’t need me to shave her, which was a small disappointment. I took special care with her new nipple rings. When I was done, I helped her out and as she stood on the soft bath mat I slowly dried her, taking my time with all her delicate areas… receiving giggles and sighs.
“I’ve never had anyone dry me… well, since I was a small child. I like it,” she said.
I smiled and said, “I am to please.”
When I was done, still on my knees on the mat, I asked if I should leave and she said no with a smile. When she went over to the vanity to do what women do in front of mirrors, I took a big risk and joined her, dropping to my knees behind her and kissing her ass cheeks. Instead of reprimanding me she giggled and wiggled her butt. I was pretty sure I knew what she wanted. I grew bolder and spread her cheeks. She gasped as I pleasured her rear with my mouth. She reached down and rubbed her pussy as I did it, and climaxed several times. I quietly left her to recover with her chest lying on the counter trying to catch her breath. There was a satisfied smile on my face.
Later that evening, after we had spent some time talking about general things, Sally took me to the bedroom, I pleasured her with my mouth multiple times until I exhausted her, which left me in a constant state of arousal. I was surprised that she didn’t discipline me that evening, but she said she was tired and retired early.
The next day she was a bubbly as ever and ready to go. Sally carried herself with an air of quiet confidence, her playful side shining through during our interactions. She had developed her own approach to discipline and teasing, one that was both firm and undeniably skillful.
Sally only disciplined me once but it was intense. She was relentless and made sure that I would remember it for a long time. She used a paddle and then the cane, like Anna… giving me more strokes than she usually did, unless it was for something egregious. Then she sat me on the punishment chair for a good hour. I would have the marks for days.
It seemed that Sally enjoyed teasing and denying me as much if not more than Anna did. I lost count of the number of times she brought me to the edge over the three days… she was relentless. As much as I loved the process, it was almost too much as I was really dragging by the time the three days were over.
Each evening, we’d spend time talking over dinner, sharing stories about our lives and discussing her progress with Chris. Not surprisingly, she never mentioned her parents.
By the end of the third day, we were both visibly drained, but in a good way. Sally had a glow about her, a satisfied ease in her movements and a lightness in her voice. I, on the other hand, felt both physically and emotionally spent, yet deeply fulfilled. There was a sense of accomplishment in knowing that I had met her needs, that I had contributed to her happiness in a way that felt meaningful.
As she prepared to leave on the final day, Sally turned to me with a soft smile. “Jason, I can see why Anna trusts you so deeply. You have such a rare and beautiful devotion, it’s really something special.”
Her words stayed with me long after she walked out the door.
Continue to Chapter 27
