My Journey Into A Loving Female Led Relationship: Chapter 27

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.

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Chapter 27: Doctors Visit, Part 1

I was in my office when Anna came home from her annual doctor’s visit, her face glowing with a satisfied smile. “My physical went great,” she announced. “I think I love my doctor even more after this visit.”

“Why’s that?” I asked, intrigued by her enthusiasm.

Her smile turned mischievous. “I found out she’s in an FLR with her husband. We didn’t have much time to talk about it today, but I scheduled another appointment with Dr. Olsen… for both of us.”

“Both of us?” I asked, my brow furrowing. “Why?”

“When was your last physical?” she countered, raising an eyebrow.

I hesitated. “I don’t know… maybe a few years ago?”

“You haven’t had one since we’ve been together,” she said firmly.

“True, but I can find my own doctor,” I replied weakly.

“No. You’ll see mine. Dr. Olsen is going to be your new primary care doctor too,” she said, her tone leaving no room for debate.

“I’d rather have a male doctor,” I muttered under my breath.

“Not your choice. I scheduled an hour-long appointment for us next week,” she stated briskly.

“An hour? Why so long?” My apprehension grew with every word.

“Because it’s a physical, and your health is important to me,” Anna replied, her voice calm but resolute. “Besides, we’re also going to discuss our relationship. She’s an expert.”

“I thought we were doing okay,” I said hesitantly.

“We are, but I want to ensure I’m doing everything right. She’ll help me understand more about male anatomy and ensure you’re healthy too. It will confirm, or help me to modify, what we are doing from a medical standpoint, which is important.”

I knew better than to argue further. “Okay,” I said, trying to keep the dread out of my voice. Like most men, I hated going to the doctor, for any reason.

Anna wasn’t fooled. Her sharp gaze narrowed and I knew my ass would feel the result.

I opened my mouth to protest but quickly closed it again.

“You were going to say something, weren’t you?”

“No, ma’am,” I said quickly.

Anna handed me a stack of forms. “Fill these out. You’ll need them for the blood tests. Oh, and Dr. Olsen mentioned she might do a sigmoidoscopy and a prostate exam, so clean yourself appropriately.”

“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath. I knew what a prostate exam was, and actually had one, but a sigmoidoscopy? That was new to me.

“What’s a sigmoidoscopy?” I asked nervously.

“It’s a procedure where they use a small camera to check your rectum and ensure everything is healthy,” Anna explained matter-of-factly.

“My butt’s fine,” I said, trying to lighten the mood with a nervous laugh.

“Well, she’s the doctor. If she thinks it’s necessary, it’s happening,” Anna replied firmly.

I swallowed my complaints and simply said, “Okay.”

The days leading up to the appointment were nerve-wracking. My anxiety wasn’t just about the physical exam but also about the intimate discussions Anna had planned with a female doctor. The day before Anna had used the cane and paddle on me… leaving my ass red and welted. I was embarrassed to know that the doctor would see the results.

“It’s time to go,” Anna called out on the day of the appointment.

I stepped into the living room hesitantly. “Can you unlock me?”

Her sharp gaze pinned me in place. “Absolutely not. She needs to see the cage and ensure it fits properly.”

“It fits fine… it’s perfect,” I mumbled.

“This isn’t a debate,” she said sternly, clearly tired of my resistance.

At the clinic, the waiting room was empty. Anna signed us in while I sat down, wincing, my leg bouncing nervously.

“Settle down. It’s just a doctor’s visit,” Anna said, placing a firm hand on my knee to still it. “You are like a little kid.”

“Where are all the other patients?” I asked, glancing around.

“It’s the last appointment of the day. These sessions are scheduled differently since each one lasts an hour. It’s her side-practice… something she loves doing for FLR couples. Eventually, she wants to make her practice exclusively FLR-focused,” Anna explained.

I jumped when the nurse appeared. “Mr. and Mrs. Bradley? I’m Amanda Swanson, Dr. Olsen’s nurse. Please come in.”

In the examining room, Nurse Amanda measured my height, weight, temperature, and blood pressure.

“Your blood pressure’s a bit high,” she noted.

“I’m just nervous,” I admitted.

She smiled kindly. “That’s normal… white coat syndrome.”

Then she took several vial’s of blood and put them into a container. Did I say I hate needles?

Then she said, “Take your clothes off Mr. Bradley. You can put on the blue gown if you like, or you can remain naked. I assure you that you don’t have anything we haven’t seen.”

I looked at Anna, my face bright red. She just nodded and mouthed, “Naked.”

With the nurse busy with her computer input, I quickly stripped naked and didn’t put the gown on. It was then that I remembered that I still had marks from my discipline yesterday… they were pretty fresh.

Then the nurse came back over to me. My face turned even redder at her gaze, running from top to bottom. “He seems to be in pretty good shape. And the cage looks like it fits pretty good. I will check that in a minute.”

Anna smiled and said, “The cage is custom fit, and I have him on a strict diet and exercise regiment. He got out of shape early in our relationship.”

“Perfect. You can’t imagine how out of shape some of our FLR patients are. The doctor really chastises both partners when she sees that. She is very into health and fitness.”

The nurse bent over and suddenly a key on a chain fell out of her blouse.

Anna said, “Oh, are you in an FLR?”

“Oh yes,” Amanda said. “I wasn’t when we first got married five years ago, but then I came to work here, and that changed me totally. I think it is a necessity for all marriages.”

I saw Anna smile and nod.

Then the nurse handed me a urine sample cup, a tissue, and gestured toward a curtained area. “Please provide a sample.”

Instead, I instinctively moved toward the bathroom, but she stopped me. “No, FLR men aren’t given bathroom privacy during visits. Some misuse the opportunity, even when they’re caged.”

I hesitated, my face flaming, but Anna’s firm tone left no room for argument. “Do it now.”

I heard the nurse whisper, “He has a cute butt… and it looks especially good with the stripes on it. They look fresh.”

“Yesterday,” Anna said with a smile.

My face reddened further.

When I returned, Amanda took the sample and labeled it. Then Anna handed her the key to my cage. Nurse Amanda removed it briefly, inspected it, and then locked it back on. I was glad to have it back on as my penis stared to expand. “The doctor will want to see the cage on.”

“He’s rather small,” Anna remarked casually.

My face flushed with embarrassment.

“It’s common in FLR relationships,” Nurse Amanda said with a small smile. “Many women embrace FLRs for this reason alone. It is also why many of our wives have lovers.”

Anna face lit and she said, “If I am not too forward, do you have a lover?”

“Oh yes. I have several actually,” the nurse said.

“Oh my,” Anna said in surprise.

The nurse winked and smiled at Anna. She said, “It is one of the many benefits of an FLR. The doctor and I will be back in a few minutes.

I saw the look on Anna’s face and I shivered as the name, Michael, popped into my head.

The door opened, and Dr. Olsen walked in confidently. Tall, blonde, and striking, she exuded authority. Amanda followed her into the room.

“Hello again, Anna,” the doctor said warmly before turning her attention to me. “And you must be Jason.”

She scanned my chart. “Your blood pressure’s a bit high.”

Anna nodded. “He’s very nervous.”

Dr. Olsen smiled at me. “No need to be. I congratulate both of you for embracing an FLR. I believe it’s the key to healthier, happier marriages. My husband and I have been in one for years, and we’re deeply happy.”

Anna beamed at the validation.

“Alright, Jason,” Dr. Olsen said, switching to a professional tone. “Let’s get to work here.”

Even though she was a doctor, I still felt incredibly embarrassed. Here I was totally naked, with three fully dressed women staring at me… well maybe not staring at me, but you know what I mean. I felt vulnerable, humiliated, and strangely excited.

“I see he is caged, wonderful. I feel it is critical in FLR relationships. We will check closer for any chafing and such,” she said as she lifted my cage and moved it around so she could see the point of contacts with my skin. “Looks good. We will remove now.”

Anna took the key from around my neck and handed it to the doctor. The doctor said, “I have a new key. She pulled the key to her husband’s lock from inside her blouse. It was a shiny silver one and appeared to be inlaid with diamonds.

Anna said, “Oh that is gorgeous.”

“May I,” Anna asked.

“Sure,” the doctor said and leaned over to let Anna palm the key.

“This was obviously special made,” Anna said.

“Yes, my wonderful husband got it for me last year for my birthday. I love wearing it and often wear it outside my blouse when we go out.

“I know what you mean. I like wearing the key … and sometimes outside my clothes. You would be surprised how many women have made comments about it,” Anna said.

“Oh, I know it is a good advertisement, and when someone asks about it, it gives me the opportunity to have a discussion. I have turned a lot of women onto FLR. It is really our duty to do that. It will make a better world … and better men,” Dr. Olson said.

I felt a little embarrassed that I didn’t have a special key for Anna. I decided to get her one.

The doctor said. “Okay, let’s get back to the physical.”

The doctor removed my cage and set it on the counter. The nurse picked it up and went over to the sink and began to clean it. Then the doctor did the typical doctor things like listening to my heart and lungs and tapping my knee for reflexes.

“Nice physical appearance. It looks like he exercises regularly,” she said.

Anna said, “Yes. He had gotten out of shape and I put him on a program… and he is practicing karate again. It has really improved his appearance and stamina.”

“Good. I hate to see out of shape women or men. We have such a health crisis in this country. Something needs to be done,” she said.

“Anna said, “Yes, I just saw an article about how 70% of children are overweight.”

“It’s a tragedy.” She shook her head in dismay. 

Dr. Olsen sat on her rolling chair which put her level with my private parts. Then she examined me, inspect my penis and testicles. She carefully lifted and examined the head and shaft before she palpated my testicles, feeling for abnormalities. I started to get hard and suddenly she flicked her finger like Anna does. I yelped and my penis started to shrink immediately.

Anna laughed and said, “That is exactly what I do when he gets hard without permission.”

The doctor smiled and said, “Good. You can also do it to his testicles and get the same results. It’s amazing how vulnerable men are in this area. A little squeeze or a hit can be debilitating. If more women understood this, there’d be far fewer cases of assault. Just remember, if you ever use this area for discipline, be very careful. You can cause permanent damage, especially if you plan to have children.”

I glanced at Anna, who seemed intrigued by the warning. Amanda gave me a sly smile, and I shuddered.

Dr. Olsen applied a little extra pressure, and I let out an involuntary yelp, making all three women laugh.

“See what I mean?” she said, smiling at Anna.

Anna chuckled. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

The thought of anyone intentionally striking me there filled me with dread. I’d taken accidental hits during karate matches, and I never wanted to experience that again.

“Everything appears to be in order so far. Has his penis shrunk at all since you confined him?” Dr. Olsen inquired, her tone clinical yet curious.

“I haven’t taken precise measurements, but it seems to have diminished slightly. When erect, he used to be five and a half inches; now, I’d estimate he’s closer to five,” Anna replied, her voice matter-of-fact despite the unusual nature of their conversation.

My face flushed with embarrassment at the clinical dissection of such intimate details.

“That’s perfectly normal,” Dr. Olsen reassured. “Shrinkage tends to continue over time. In my own experience, my husband lost two inches over the years… and he wasn’t very long to begin with.”

Anna giggled softly. “It hardly matters, really. I haven’t allowed him inside me for what feels like ages, and probably never will again… unless we decide to try for a baby.”

Dr. Olsen nodded approvingly. “Good, PIV is not necessary in a FLR marriage. Now, tell me… how do you derive pleasure?”

“Mostly with his mouth… he’s exceptionally skilled. But I also have a strap-on that he uses on me,” Anna admitted.

“That isn’t the ideal substitute,” Dr. Olsen observed thoughtfully, “but there are alternative solutions we can explore. We can discuss those privately.”

My eyes widened at her suggestion… only one other solution immediately came to mind.

Anna’s smile deepened, laced with anticipation. “I’d like that.”

Dr. Olsen continued warmly, “And remember, you don’t have to let him inside you to conceive either. There are many other ways to get pregnant. We can go over those options in detail when you’re ready.”

The doctor inspected my backside and immediately noticed the marks from my latest discipline.

“Oh, nice,” she remarked. “I see you’re disciplining him using a rod and the paddle.”

“Yes,” Anna said, pride in her voice. “I like the combination. It’s very effective.”

Dr. Olsen nodded. “It’s an excellent way to do it, but discipline requires precision and control, especially with the cane. Never administer punishment when you’re angry, it can get out of hand. Always calm down before starting a session.”

Anna nodded. “I learned that the hard way, or rather, Jason did. Early on, I playfully swatted him with a spatula while he was cooking breakfast. His reaction, combined with a few bad days at work, led me to go overboard. His ass was black and blue for over a week. I felt terrible afterward.”

“That’s a common mistake among beginners,” Dr. Olsen said kindly. “It’s not always about the number of strokes but where and how hard you strike. Control is key. But having said that, a few bruises never killed anyone. They are hard to avoid. I particularly like them… they are a physical reminder of the male’s place in an FLR.”

Anna giggled and said, “I make sure I’m calm now before starting. I’m still learning.”

“Good. I’d recommend a professional dominatrix for training,” Dr. Olsen suggested. “Many of my FLR clients consult one for counseling or practical guidance. Some take their husbands to see how it is done. Some send their husbands directly if they’re too timid or lack the time to administer discipline themselves. Here’s her card.”

Anna accepted the card. “Thank you. I love doing it myself, but there could be value in watching someone else… a professional do it. I’ll definitely consider that.”

I felt my brow breaking out in a cold sweat.

Then Anna paused and asked, “Is it bad that I love the discipline so much? I get so excited and need to be pleasured by Jason right afterward.” 

The doctor smiled knowingly. “No, not at all. In fact, it’s neither bad nor unusual. I love it too. You’re a strong, professional woman, just like me. For so many years, women were relegated to second place, especially in the business world. Even now, we still answer to male bosses and navigate spaces dominated by men. It’s easy to feel powerless. 

“That’s one of the reasons FLR exists. Discipline is essential, not just for structure, but for the power it gives us. Even women who don’t naturally enjoy it often recognize its necessity. That’s why dominatrices exist, but taking control ourselves? That’s something different. That’s real power. And power is always exciting.” 

Anna exhaled, relief washing over her. “Thank you. That makes me feel so much better.”

“However, it’s also important to care for the skin on his buttocks,” Dr. Olsen continued running her fingers across the welts. She pressed down and I groaned. “His skin is still soft and pliable. You want to keep it that way. Corporal punishment can toughen the skin over time, requiring more strokes for the same effect. This creates a cycle that can lead to scarring. A good prescription cream will help prevent that. And if you’re planning a long session, I suggest spreading it out over a few hours to allow swelling to subside. Also, vary your instruments… paddles, whips, and rods each have unique effects.”

“Thank you, that’s very helpful,” Anna said sincerely.

I nodded silently, grateful now that Anna wanted us to see the doctor. We were both learning a lot.

“Now, for what all men hate… the prostate exam. Up on the table, Mr. Bradley, hands and knees.”

To Be Continued