As mentioned in my story My Journey Into An FLR, here is a continuation which delves deeper into an episode that stands out in Jason and Anna’s shared history—a camping trip they embarked on to mark their anniversary. While some elements draw from truth, this narrative leans heavily into the fictional, offering a more vivid retelling of their adventure. During their stay in the wilderness, the couple encountered two women whose presence would, unbeknownst to them, enrich and solidify their relationship. The new friendships blossomed, influenced by a chemistry that neither couple could deny. Intimacy and adventure interwove, blurring the line between friendship and something more far more daring. Their time together explored the boundaries of trust, freedom, and love, setting the stage for nineteen immersive chapters that chronicle profound discoveries, and emotional revelations. If you haven’t read the Journey, I suggest you do before starting this new story. New to this story? Start with Chapter 1! Thank you for reading! – RG John
Part 10
“Jason?” Anna said, her voice cutting through my focused efforts. I didn’t answer right away as I was focused on Molly’s reaction to my massage.
“Jason,” Anna said again.
“Oh, sorry,” I said.
“Pay attention,” Anna said, her tone firm but playful. “Sandra asked why you don’t want to be released or climax.”
“Oh. Right.” I hesitated, gathering my thoughts, searching for the words that could bridge the chasm between their understanding and my reality. “It’s hard to explain to a woman, and even harder to explain to other men. But for me, a climax is… an ending. It’s a moment of release, and then the excitement, the tension, the focus… it all vanishes for a while. But when I’m locked and denied, I stay in a constant state of heightened arousal. It’s like I’m living on the edge of a precipice, like I could climax at any moment, but I never fall. That feeling fades a bit when Anna’s away, which gives me a little time to recuperate from all that sexual tension. But the second she returns, the second I hear her voice or smell her perfume, it all comes rushing back, stronger than before. It’s… electric… almost indescribable.”
Sandra shook her head slowly, still trying to process it. “That’s hard to wrap my head around.”
Anna smiled. “Like I said, Jason isn’t typical. But every relationship is different. You find your rhythm, what works for you. It’s not about copying someone else—it’s about building your own version of control and connection.”
“Have women in your club actually found men like him?” Molly asked, her voice returning to her earlier question.
Anna leaned back, swirling the wine in her glass. “They’ve found men with the potential. That’s the key. You don’t find them ready-made. You find a man who is devoted, perhaps a little lost, a man who craves direction even if he doesn’t know it. A man who gets more satisfaction from giving pleasure than receiving it. They exist. We have workshops on communication, on finding the right equipment, on negotiating rules. We had one member, Caroline, whose husband was completely vanilla. She started slow, introducing the idea of service. Now, he does all the cooking and cleaning and gives her foot massages every night. They haven’t even gotten to a cage yet, but the power dynamic has completely shifted. He’s happier than he’s ever been because he finally has a clear purpose: making her happy.”
I finished with Molly’s shoulders, my hands gliding to a stop. She let out a long, contented sigh and slumped in her chair, utterly relaxed.
“That was heavenly, Jason. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Molly,” I said softly.
“My turn,” Sandra said, already shrugging out of her top, revealing bare breasts. “I want you to focus on my lower back. The hike was brutal on it.” She leaned further forward.
As I knelt beside her, Anna spoke again. “The men aren’t the only ones who need training, you know. The woman has to learn to be in charge. To be demanding. To accept service without guilt. That’s the hardest part for many women. We’re taught to be givers, nurturers. Learning to simply take, to command, is a skill. It’s a muscle that needs to be exercised.”
I poured the warm oil onto Sandra’s lower back, my hands following the slick path. Her skin was smooth and hot from the fire. As I worked, she squirmed slightly.
“So, Anna,” Sandra said, her voice slightly muffled by her arms. “You’re the expert. If I’m starting this… what’s the first step? I might have someone in mind. An old friend who has had a crush on me since high school. He’s always said he’d do anything for me… he was just unreliable and lazy.”
Molly looked surprised.
Anna’s eyes lit up. “Perfect. The willing but clueless type. Sometimes they are the ones that need someone to give them direction. You start with a conversation. You don’t mention chastity or control. You talk about needs. Your needs. You tell him you’re feeling stressed, that you need more support. You ask him to do something for you. Something simple. Cook you a meal. Give you a massage. The key is how you receive it. You don’t gush with thanks. You accept it as your due. You give quiet, appreciative approval. You make him feel good for serving you. You make him crave that approval.”
My hands moved up Sandra’s back, over her shoulder blades, my fingers massaging her tight muscles. She shivered.
“And the cage?” she asked.
“That comes later,” Anna said. “That’s not a first step normally. We were different because Jason wanted it. It was a symbol of his complete surrender to me. When a man is at a point where his own orgasms are less important than your happiness, when he begs you to take control because he can’t trust himself… then you introduce the lock and key. And you make it a ceremony. A transfer of power.”
I could feel the tension in Sandra’s body, but it wasn’t from the hike anymore. It was a different kind of tension, one of excitement and nervous energy. She was imagining it, picturing herself in Anna’s role, holding the key.
“Wow,” Sandra said, the words lingering in the air as she shifted slightly, her hands resting loosely in her lap. There was a subtle tension in her posture, a combination of curiosity and a trace of apprehension. She glanced between Anna and Molly, clearly trying to piece together the implication of everything she had just heard and felt up until now. “There’s a lot more to this than I realized,” she added thoughtfully. “We’ve got some serious reading to do when we get home.”
Anna’s smile widened. “If you join us, you will not only see, but you will participate.”
“I like that,” Molly said. “I get goose bumps just thinking about it.”
“Me too,” Sandra added right away.
Molly let out a breathy laugh. “Fuck… that is hot. I wish one of my studs was here right now. I’d fuck his brains out.”
Anna glanced at me. “Unfortunately, none are present.”
The words stung a little, but she wasn’t wrong.
As I glanced down, I saw a damp spot darkening the crotch of Sandra’s hiking shorts. Between the massage and the conversation, her arousal was written in wet cotton. I realized when I saw them undress and then dress again, there were no panties. I was so used to not seeing Anna with panties, it didn’t occur to me that her and Sandra didn’t have any to put back on.
“You are going to spoil us. We are really going to want what you have,” Sandra said.
Anna laughed. “Women deserve it. And they’re not the only ones getting something from this. You love serving me, or anyone I ask you too, don’t you Jason?”
“Yes,” I whispered. She was right. Despite the ache in my ass, despite the heat building in my caged cock, there was nowhere else I wanted to be. I thrived in this space… in service, in tension, in submission. This vacation was getting better and better.
Molly glanced over her shoulder. “So has he served ‘other women’ often?”
“Yes, but not a lot. A couple of times for demonstrations purposes at FLR meetings, and I have a good friend, Sally, and he has done everything with her that he has with me.”
“Really, you let him… you know… use his mouth on another woman?” Molly asked with great curiosity.
“Yes. I have shared his talented mouth with Sally,” Anna said.
“What else can your boy do?” Sandra asked with great curiosity.
Anna smiled. “Almost anything. Cleaning, cooking, massage, errands, chores… pegging, foot worship, obedience training. He’s my Swiss Army knife with a chastity cage.”
Everyone but me laughed at that. It wasn’t entirely incorrect.
As I was on my knees, cleaning up the area, I glanced up to see Molly casually adjusting the damp fabric between her thighs. She wasn’t trying to hide it. Yet, the crotch has slipped between her pussy lips. Her eyes met mine and held. She couldn’t hide the excitement.
Anna smiled at my discomfort. She continued. “Having a submissive in a FLR is not all about sex,” Anna said, swirling the wine in her glass. “It’s about devotion. Surrender. Clarity. I’m never confused about where I stand in this relationship. I lead. He follows. I love him, and he proves his love for me through obedience. Is there anything that you wouldn’t do for me, Jason?”
“No ma’am… if there is, I haven’t found it yet,” I answered sincerely.
Sandra turned to Anna. “Did you always know you wanted this?”
Anna paused, then shook her head. “No. Not at all. As I said, we both stumbled into it. But once I saw how powerful it could be, how deeply fulfilling, I knew I’d never go back. I’m more loved, more satisfied, and more in control of my life than I ever was before. And Jason? He’s more centered. More calm. Yet, more alive.”
There was a long silence, warm and weighty.
Sandra broke it. “I think I want this. I don’t even know what it all means yet, but I feel it.”
Molly nodded. “Same. This is… electric. It makes regular relationships feel like old fashion and inflexible.”
Anna leaned back in her chair, letting the cooler late afternoon sun touch her bare skin, looking quite proud of herself and me. “Well then, ladies. Welcome to the rabbit hole.”
They laughed together, and for a moment, it felt like something sacred had happened, an initiation of sorts, something unspoken but undeniable.
“I can rustle up some dinner, if you ladies are hungry,” I offered.
Molly raised an eyebrow. “Out here? What kind of dinner can you fix at a cabin in the middle of nowhere?”
Anna smiled knowingly. “Jason’s a great cook. He even took a culinary course a while back. He can make something out of nothing.”
Sandra looked skeptical. “How? There’s nothing fresh here.”
I smiled and looked at Anna and saw her nod that I could answer. “We found some canned goods in the pantry. That’s all I need.”
Sandra wrinkled her nose. “That stuff’s probably years old.”
“It’s fine. Still good,” I assured her. “In my culinary class, there was a survival cooking section where we had to work with worse. Anyway, if I had a few spices, I could make it even better.”
“We’ve got some spices left from our ration kits,” Molly said. “Not much, but better than nothing.”
“Perfect,” I said. “I’ll make you a beef stew you’ll love.”
Sandra laughed. “Where are you going to get beef? Going out to kill a bear?”
I grinned. “Trust me—I have my ways.”
What I didn’t say was that I’d brought along a stash of beef jerky meant for trail snacking. Chewy, yes—but with a slow simmer and the right touch, it could turn into something special.
“This I’ve gotta see,” Molly said, intrigued.
We all moved inside, and I got to work. Cooking for three beautiful, half-naked women was no easy task. Fortunately for me, they put their top’s back on.
I dug through the cabinets and found a decent selection of canned vegetables—carrots, potatoes, green beans, even a can of tomatoes. I slipped the beef jerky from my backpack discreetly, not wanting to spoil the illusion. It would soften just enough with time and heat.
“Hey,” Molly called, “we’ve got some French bread too. Would that help?”
“Absolutely. Perfect addition,” I said. “You ladies relax. Dinner’ll be ready in about half an hour.”
They settled onto the seats in the kitchen, sipping their wine and chatting freely. I half-listened as I stirred the stew, added spices while captivated by the rhythm of their conversation. Sometimes it was playful—about men, sex, and the varying quality of both. Other times it turned serious, touching on divorces, disappointments, and how hard it was to find someone worth surrendering to… or leading.
As the sun dipped lower, I lit a kerosene lamp and hung it up, giving the cabin an almost romantic glow. There was a slightly chilly breeze wandered in through the open door. The scent of stew filled the room, mingling with wine and the warm, earthy smell of skin. The ladies stepped out onto the deck to watch the sunset, wine glasses in hand.
From my spot in the kitchen, I could see them leaning over the railing in a perfect row… gorgeous asses silhouetted against the golden sky. Their shorts hugged their hips, separating and dividing their ass cheeks, and from where I stood, their asses made a stunning lineup. All three were beautiful, but of course, Anna’s was my favorite. Still, the vision in my mind of them all completely naked, bent over that railing while I knelt behind them, using my tongue on each of their asses in turn was almost unbearable.
I blinked hard and gripped the spoon.
Focus.
If I let that fantasy take over, I was going to ruin dinner—and that would definitely earn me another trip to the railing, but not the good kind.
By the time the stew was finished, the scent was thick and rich, the jerky softened into savory, tender pieces. The canned vegetables had absorbed the flavor beautifully. I sliced the French bread, warmed it on the edge of the stove, and plated everything as carefully as I could. Presentation mattered—even here.
I stepped out onto the deck. The ladies were still watching the last colors fade from the sky.
“Dinner is ready,” I said.
They turned, smiling, their cheeks flushed from wine and sun. Anna gave a small nod, and they followed me back inside, still glowing with that raw, untamed energy that had been simmering between us all day.
I set three plates on the table and Molly and Sandra sat down. Anna motioned for me to stand beside her as she took her seat. She reached up and lovingly rubbed my still sore ass. “Oh, I almost forgot I have to put some cream on Jason’s ass so his rear doesn’t get scarred. Who wants to do that after dinner?”
Both ladies raised their hands and smiled broadly.
Anna said, “We can draw straws or you can each take one cheek.”
The ladies laughed and decided that they would each take a cheek.
“This smells amazing,” Sandra said, picking up her spoon and dipping it into the stew.
Molly took a bite and let out a low moan. “Holy fuck. You made this out of canned food? Where did you get the beef?”
I smiled. “Told you I had my ways.”
Anna sipped her wine and didn’t touch her food right away. She glanced at me instead and smiled, then looked at the others.
A quiet hush followed as they began to eat. The only sound was the wind outside and the faint crackle of a fire I set in the stove to keep the chill out of the room.
“Thank you, Jason,” Anna said, her voice soft but strong. Clearly proud of me. The ladies joined her.
“You’re welcome,” I returned.
I poured wine into their glasses, and retreated to the counter to clean up. I wasn’t offered a plate… Anna rarely did in FLR company. That, was part of the ritual. My nourishment came later, after everyone else’s satisfaction.
As they ate, the mood shifted again, less casual now. There was a weight to their glances, an edge to their laughter. The conversation turned sensual, almost conspiratorial. Anna leaned back, eyes on Sandra and Molly.
“You’ve now seen just a glimpse of what this lifestyle can offer,” she said. “Structure. Pleasure. Power. And a man who understands his place.”
Molly’s voice dropped. “And we’ve barely scratched the surface.”
Sandra nodded slowly. “It’s more than I expected. But it feels… right.”
When the meal was finished, I cleaned up the dishes and silverware, placing them in the water pail to carry down to the cabin for washing later.
Anna stood and clapped her hands lightly. “Now then, ladies—who wants to be the first to rub cream into Jason’s poor little butt?”
Molly raised her hand without hesitation.
“Perfect,” Anna smiled. “Jason, over her lap.”
I walked over, heart thudding, and eased myself down across Molly’s thighs. As I did, my bare shoulder brushed against the soft swell of her breasts, and I felt a jolt in my cage. I loved her breasts—full, round, with nipple rings, impossible to ignore.
Anna knelt beside me with a damp rag and gently wiped away the dried blood streaking my cheeks. Her touch was clinical but still caring.
“Oh, did we do that?” Molly asked facetiously. She giggled and so did Sandra.
Then Anna handed the jar of cream to Molly.
I winced as she began rubbing the cool ointment onto my swollen, welted ass. She tried to be gentle, but the marks were fresh and the sting still alive under my skin. When Molly finished, I was guided over to Sandra, who applied the cream to the other cheek with slow, focused movements.
Once the cream had been applied, Anna rose with a glint in her eye.
“Now, ladies, I have a surprise… that is, if you’re interested. Tonight, I’m going to let you tease and deny Jason. You won’t have to wait to join the club.”
I gasped, and my caged cock instantly responded, pressing forward in its tight confinement.
Molly and Sandra looked at each other, wide grins spreading across their wine-warmed faces. They weren’t drunk—but the long day of sipping had left their eyes glassy and their inhibitions noticeably softened.
“Me first,” Molly said eagerly.
Anna laughed. “I expected nothing less. We’ll have Jason sit on the table, and you two can sit on the benches on either side. That’s how we used to do his maintenance back when we still did it by hand… before the strap-on took over.”
“Let’s get going,” Anna said.
To Be Continued
