My Journey Into A Loving Female Led Relationship: Chapter 7

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 7: Discovering Chastity Cages, and Possibility of a Spanking

Some time later, Anna returned from her office. I was guessing that she had done more research on the subject at hand. By then, I was deeply engrossed in researching chastity cages. The realization had hit me hard: I needed something drastic, something concrete, to help me break free from my inability to control my urges. Chastity cages seemed like a plausible solution, but the sheer variety of options—materials, designs, locks—was overwhelming.

I was still scrolling through product reviews, trying to make sense of it all, when Anna walked up behind me. Her arms slid over my shoulders, her touch soft yet grounding.

“What’re you looking at?” she asked, her voice low and curious.

Her touch felt like a lifeline, pulling me back from the spiral of overthinking. My chest tightened with emotion, but I dared not assume forgiveness or approval just yet. Still, her warmth, her presence—it gave me hope.

Anna’s cheeks were faintly flushed, her eyes alight with curiosity and just a hint of mischief, convincing me that she hadn’t just been talking on the phone to work colleagues. A half-smile played at her lips, caught somewhere between amusement and intrigue.

“Chastity cages,” I said, attempting to sound casual, though my voice cracked slightly.

“Oh,” she replied, her smile widening. “I just read about those. Are you seriously thinking about getting one? They sound like something out of a medieval torture chamber.”

Her words carried a teasing edge, but her tone was laced with genuine interest. It wasn’t dismissal; it was exploration. And in that moment, I realized we were stepping further into this world—together.

“Well, they sort of are,” I admitted, “but they’re surprisingly popular based on the volume and number of them online. The problem is, there are so many to choose from. It’s confusing.”

“Are you going to get one?” she pressed.

“I think I have to,” I said firmly.…