My Journey Into A Loving Female Led Relationship: Chapter 38

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 many chapters. If you are just starting, you should begin your journey back at chapter 1.

Chapter 38: Anna Takes Out Job Frustration On Jason, Second Meeting With Michael

For the rest of the week, Anna carried herself differently. There was a new bounce in her step, a lightness to her movements, and she was in an exceptionally good mood. She made good use of my mouth nearly every day, more insatiable than ever. As Friday drew closer, her demands only intensified. She was ravenous. And I was more than happy to oblige.

That Friday, Anna arrived home early from work. The moment I saw her, I knew it had been another rough day. Her posture was tense now, her expression unreadable but edged with frustration. I wasted no time, quickly bringing her a glass of wine and kneeling at her feet, prepared to massage away the stress.

But she stopped me.

“Over the punishment stool. Now.”

I sucked in a breath, my stomach tightening. I didn’t protest. This wasn’t the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last that she had come home in such a mood. It didn’t happen often, but it was always memorable. When Anna had a bad day, she needed an outlet, and I had long accepted that role. Normally I got my weekly maintenance spanking on Saturday, so this was unusual… this was more for her than for me.

She secured the restraints, which meant this was going to be intense. I braced myself. Then, without another word, she took off her blouse and unhooked her bra, leaving her naked from the waist up. That was never a casual decision as she only did that when she wanted complete freedom of movement, when she didn’t want anything to restrict the power behind her swings.

Since she had abandoned the demerit system, I never knew how many strokes I would receive. She never told me.

As usual, she started with the paddle. The large mirror on the wall gave me a perfect view of her standing behind me. Her chest rose and fell with deep, steady breaths, her excitement unmistakable. Her face was stern, but she was gorgeous… even when she was in this kind of mood. I watched as she raised the paddle, her beautiful breasts shifting slightly with the motion, then, splat, it connected with my flesh. I moaned, my body jerking against the restraints, but I kept my eyes on her.

Each strike sent a ripple through my skin, a sharp burst of pain that deepened with every impact. And yet, despite the burning agony, I couldn’t help but watch her… the way her breasts moved with each motion, the way her skin began to glisten with sweat as she settled into a slow, methodical rhythm.

I lost count at fifteen. My vision blurred with tears, my breath hitching as I struggled against the rising pain. When she finally paused, I saw her step forward, inspecting my swollen, red flesh. Her expression was unreadable, but I knew what she was considering… whether she should, or could, continue.

I heard her settle onto the sofa, the quiet clink of her wine glass as she set it down, then picked it up again. Her breathing was still heavy, her mind likely replaying whatever had upset her so deeply at work. I remained where I was… still bound, still exposed… my ass burning.

Then, she got up and left the room.

She was following the doctor’s orders, allowing time between the paddle and the cane to ensure the session remained within safe limits. I waited, the skin on my ass hot and stinging, my muscles tense with the anticipation of what was to come.

An hour passed before she returned.

I heard her before I saw her. The soft sound of her bare feet on the floor. I saw her in the mirror when she took a position behind me. She was naked now as she tested the cane. And then, a moment later, I heard the swish of the cane slicing through the air before I felt it. My body tensed instinctively.

My ass was still raw, swollen, the earlier pain dulled but far from gone. And yet, the moment the first lash landed, the fire reignited, sharp and searing.

Tears welled in my eyes again, and this time, I didn’t even try to count the strokes.

It didn’t matter. I slipped into my subspace where I still felt the pain, but it was muted by my acceptance.

Whatever had happened to Anna that day… whatever had pushed her to this level of frustration, it had to be big. And I understood. I knew that she wasn’t angry at me, nor was she out of control. She was frustrated and needed an a way to unwind.

This was my role. She earned the money… she took the stress of the daily grind, and I was her outlet. It was almost as if I needed this as much as she did. For me it was about cleansing, about submission, and, most importantly, about my love for her. I was here to absorb her stress, to take whatever she needed to give. Most people would not understand this, but these sessions only made me love her more, and I knew she felt the same way.

When the last strike landed, which I recognized by her “lover’s bite” strike, she released me from the restraints and led me over to the sofa. I was relieved when she didn’t put me on the punishment chair… today, I had earned a different kind of aftercare. She had me lie across her lap, and she smoothed the prescription balm onto my swollen skin. She whispered sweet things to me… how much she loved me, how much she appreciated me.

It calmed me, but I still winced at first, but the cooling relief quickly soothed the sting. When she was done, I retrieved a towel, and we sat together on the sofa, side by side, her tension from earlier slowly melting away.

“Jason, I’m sorry I had to do that,” she said, exhaling heavily. “It was just such a terrible day at work. Two of my best attorneys at the firm quit—stolen by another firm. They were carrying five cases each, and I had to spend the entire day canceling cases, scrambling to reassign them. It was humiliating. It wasn’t even my fault, but I got read out for it anyway. I was so mad I could have eaten nails.”

“It’s okay,” I said, my voice gentle. “I understand completely. I know you didn’t want to meet Michael while you were in such a bad mood. I hope you’re feeling better now.”

She turned to me, her eyes softer now. “That’s why I love you so much,” she said as she glanced up at our plaque. “It’s not just me that makes things better… you make things better for me. You’re like my rock, my stability. You always know the right thing to say and do.” She squeezed my hand. “Thank you.”

Then, after a moment, she added, “Since you handled this so well, I’m canceling next week’s discipline.”

“You don’t have to do that,” I said automatically. Most people would think I was crazy for arguing against it, but they wouldn’t understand. These sessions weren’t just about punishment. They were cathartic for both of us. In addition to showing her love for me, it was a way to atone, to correct the mistakes I always made. For Anna, it was release, a way to channel and expel her stress.

“No,” she said, shaking her head. “You have the week off.”

I smirked slightly. “Does that mean I get double the following week?”

She smiled back. “Well… we’ll see how things go.”

A moment later, I was on my knees, gently opening her legs. As always, after disciplining me, Anna was soaked. Knowing that… knowing how much it excited her… always made the pain worthwhile. It was a reminder that my suffering had a purpose, that it fed something deep inside her.

The moment my mouth found her wet pussy, she moaned, her fingers tangling in my hair, holding me firmly in place. There was no hesitation, no restraint… she took what she needed, grinding against my face as waves of pleasure overtook her. Her body shuddered as she came, once, then again, and again, her thighs clenching around my head, refusing to let me go until she was completely satisfied. I loved that Anna had the capacity to climax multiple times… I don’t think we had found a maximum yet, although I had tried.

When she finally released me, I pulled back, gasping for breath, my face drenched in her arousal. I grinned up at her, my lips glistening, my heart swelling with the satisfaction of having pleased her.

Anna smiled down at me, still catching her breath. “That,” she murmured, “is exactly why I keep you around.”

“And I thought it was my excellent cooking,” I quipped.

“You are a great cook, but your ability to take my wrath and come back stronger is what makes you special, and I love you for that,” she said.

I stood, my ass sore, but my mind was at peace. “We’d better get your bath going,” I said. “I laid out an outfit for you tonight. I hope you like it.”

Doing this was my way of showing her that I had accepted her taking a lover, and all that entailed. It was still hard on me, but I no longer feared it. It was part of a natural progression of our marriage and, unfortunately, necessary. Because she had chosen Michael, it had been easier to accept. He and the situation was safe… at least as safe as any cuckold relationship could be.

She smiled and kissed me before leading me to her bathroom, where I treated her like the queen she was.

Tonight, this second meeting with Michael felt even more significant than the last. Both of us were filled with anticipation. In the bathroom I took care of bathing and preparing her, making sure her pussy and legs were as smooth as they could be. Then, once that was done, I performed what had become a sacred ritual: as she stood at the vanity applying her makeup, I knelt behind her, opened her ass cheeks and pressed my tongue to her rear, savoring her, pleasuring her. It was a special privilege, one she granted me often, and more times than not, she climaxed right there, gripping the counter, shuddering against my mouth. She didn’t tonight as I had taken the edge off with my mouth earlier. She was saving the rest of her climaxes for Michael.

This week, the outfit I had picked out for her was even more provocative than before… more risque’. It was a stunning blue dress, low-cut with delicate spaghetti straps, no bra beneath, leaving the luscious swells of her breasts tantalizingly visible. She didn’t seem to mind that the faint marks from last week’s passion were still there, subtle reminders of Michael’s lips on her skin. The dress barely reached mid-thigh, skimming just above her sheer thigh-high stockings. If she so much as bent forward, the lacy top’s would be exposed… an maybe her panty covered ass.

I helped her slip into a pair of panties, and as I did, she smiled.

“These are for you and Michael,” she teased. “Like the first time, I’ll be taking them off in the restaurant and giving them to him. Then I am bringing them home to you. But they will be a little more… uh… wet.”

I now knew exactly what she meant. The thought made my breath hitch, my cage tightening uncomfortably.

“I don’t think we’ll keep going to a restaurant… it wastes too much time. From now on, you’ll fix me a light dinner. And when I get home, I want you kneeling, waiting, and ready at the door.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I answered with a smile, my heart racing.

Like the first date, I was a nervous wreck. I paced the floor, waiting for every text… holding my breath as I opened them. She didn’t disappoint me. Like she had done the first time, she kept me informed of their evening, but this time, her texts were even more explicit. She sent five messages, each one more graphic than the last, describing how incredible Michael was, how his cock filled her so completely, how deeply he fucked her, how much he stretched her. She told me how it felt when he climaxed inside her, how warm and overwhelming it was, and how much she loved knowing that I would be waiting at home, ready to clean her when she returned.

She knew she was driving me crazy. My poor, caged penis was throbbing, aching, dripping uncontrollably. More than once, I had to wipe away the moisture leaking from the tip of my cage, each text leaving me more desperate than the last.

When she finally text that she was just minutes away, I scrambled to the door, dropping to my knees. My pulse pounded in my ears as I waited, my entire body tense with anticipation. And then, at last, the door opened.

Anna stood before me, breathtaking and ravaged again, just as she had been the week before. She stepped inside, pausing in front of me, her scent… his scent, drifting down to me. She didn’t say a word. She didn’t have to.

With trembling hands, I reached up and slowly pushed her dress upward. My breath caught in my throat when I saw her panties. Like last week, they were soaked, but this time the crotch piece was larger and covered her pussy more completely. There was no leakage. The soaked panties clung to her drenched folds… outlining her lips and the crease between. I leaned forward and placed a kiss on the wet fabric. Anna moaned. My fingers shook as I hooked them in her panty waistband and slid them slowly down, my eyes locked onto hers.

Still kneeling, I brought the damp fabric to my lips, staring up at her as I took my first, reverent taste.

Anna gasped, her body shivering. I saw her knees weaken as I licked the crotch of her panties, savoring the mingled flavors of sex and dominance. There was more of his seed on the crotch this time.

“Fuck,” she whispered, her hand reaching for my head, fingers gently tangling in my hair. She watched me with wide, hungry eyes.

I finished my task obediently, licking every last drop from the fabric before she suddenly grabbed me, her fingers tangling in my hair again. She pulled my mouth directly to her pussy, right there in the foyer.

With a sigh of pleasure, she lifted one leg over my shoulder, pressing me firmly against her soaked pussy. I moaned against her as Michael’s cum gushed out of her, my tongue lapping eagerly as she ground against my face. Her body shuddered, thighs clenching, and within moments she was coming hard, her fingers digging into my scalp as she rode the waves of pleasure.

One orgasm.

Then another.

Then another.

By the time she was satisfied, she was breathless, spent, but still not finished with me. She practically dragged me to the bedroom, where she had me lie on her bed. A moment later she straddled me, and sat on my face. Michael’s cum continued to gush out of her and I eagerly swallowed. She climaxed on my mouth and I paused to let her recover, then I went right back to work, worshiping her body until she could take no more.

I pulled her now naked body to me, and gently kissed her lips… lips that had undoubtable been wrapped around Michael’s cock. I reclaimed them as mine.

We finally collapsed into sleep, exhaustion wrapped around us like a warm cocoon.

I woke up later than usual again… it was near 11 AM. I was spooning her from behind, my arms wrapped around her possessively.  When she stirred, she turned in my embrace, her sleepy eyes meeting mine. For a moment, she simply stared at me, her expression soft, unreadable.

Then, with a lazy smile, she whispered, “I love you.”

She kissed me. I told her I’d get her coffee, and then, if she was willing, I wanted to hear more about her night.

A few moments later I was back with a steaming cup of coffee in hand. Anna sat up against a pillow, propped comfortably on the bed. She looked refreshed, gorgeous. I crawled onto the mattress beside her, sitting cross-legged, my pulse quickening with anticipation.

“So, you had another good night with your lover?” I asked, looking at the knew suck marks that seemed to Michael’s signature. I already knew the answer, I just wanted to hear her say it.

“Oh God, yes,” she exhaled. “He’s amazing. I swear his cock has to be even longer than seven inches.” She paused, letting that settle. “We had dinner, of course. A cozy corner booth, just the two of us, tucked away. He had tipped the waiter for this specific table. He sat beside me, so we were mostly hidden. I slid my hand under the tablecloth, ran it up his thigh, and found his cock. He got hard immediately.”

My breath caught. Obviously she had been too busy to text me when this happened.

“After the drinks came, I lifted my hips and slipped off my panties… they were soaked already. I balled them up and handed them to him just as the waiter returned to take our order. He had them in his hand as he spoke to the waiter, ordering for both of us.”

“That had to be insanely exciting,” I murmured.

“I was so worried I’d have a wet spot on the back of my dress,” she admitted with a grin. “I had to slip the napkin between my legs.”

“I know how wet you get,” I said, my voice low.

“Then it got really crazy,” she continued. “I reached over, unzipped him, and Jason, I actually took his cock out of his pants.”

“Oh my God,” I gasped.

“Yes. Oh my God is right,” she said, eyes glinting. “I knew I shouldn’t have done it, it was crazy, but I’m just crazy for this guy… I bent over and took his cock into my mouth.”

“Fuck,” I breathed. “I can’t believe you did that… in a restaurant.”

“I know. Neither could Michael. He makes me mad with desire… almost uncontrollable.” She shook her head in disbelief. “That’s why we shouldn’t go to dinner anymore. I’m afraid I’ll lose control again.”

“Did you…?” I hesitated, my heart hammering. “Did you… you know… suck him off… you know, right there?”

“No,” she said, her lips curling into a wicked smile.

“Michael warned me in time that the waiter was coming back. I barely had time to sit up straight. My lips were still wet, and he could barely speak. I am pretty sure the waiter knew something was up.”

“Wow,” I exhaled.

“Anyway, we barely touched our food. We practically ran over to the hotel.” She looked at me knowingly. “And you know the rest from my texts.”

“Thanks for sharing that,” I said, my voice thick with emotion. My poor caged penis was straining against the metal the entire time.

She leaned in, touching my face. “No, thank you for being my special partner. You’re the best and I love you so much.”

I smiled with pride.

To Be Continued