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
Chapter 3
As I knelt there, looking up at Anna, I realized that there was no place I would rather be. This was where I belonged… at her feet, her pussy right there, wanting… waiting.
My hands found her hips, steadying her as she began to grind against me, slowly at first, then with more urgency. Her breath hitched, then quickened. The soft moans spilling from her lips told me everything I needed to know… this had become about more than cleaning. This was about service. Worship. Pleasure.
“Yes…” she gasped, her voice breathy and low. “Just like that…”
She rocked harder, her rhythm intensifying as my tongue worked deeper, faster. Her thighs trembled, her fingers tangled in my hair, and I held on, doing everything I could to keep up as she surrendered to wave after wave of pleasure.
Her climax hit hard, her body shuddering as she pressed down into my mouth, using me. She didn’t stop as another orgasm rolled in on top of the first, and she let out a long, satisfied cry that echoed off the hills and valley’s.
Finally, her breathing slowed. She stepped back, her body glowing, eyes full of heat and satisfaction. I looked up at her, my face slick, my breath ragged, my heart thundering.
She cupped my chin gently and gave a small nod. “Good boy,” she murmured and then giggled. “I liked that… and something tells me that won’t be the last time.”
I shivered at the implication… eager, overwhelmed, and totally hers.
Then she tilted her head, eyes narrowing with playful menace. “But don’t think for a second you’re off the hook. You’re still getting your discipline.”
And in that moment, I knew it with complete clarity.
She owned me.
And there was nothing I wouldn’t do for her.
We had a light meal of MREs inside the tower cabin before moving out to the deck. I remained naked, as Anna preferred, while she stayed comfortably dressed. She allowed me to bring a towel to sit on, which I appreciated… raw wood and bare skin don’t mix well. We settled in with our legs dangling over the edge, arms resting on the railing, watching the sun drift lower in the sky, sliding toward the jagged silhouettes of distant mountains. The peace of the moment was almost overwhelming. The air was warm, edged with crispness, the view was breathtaking, and the company was perfect.
As the horizon blushed in soft hues of orange and pink, Anna broke the silence with the same casual authority that always managed to make my heart skip.
“Oh, I almost forgot,” she said calmly. “Go down to the woods and pick out a handful of switches. I didn’t bring any punishment tools, so since we’re out in nature, I’ll use what it gives me.”
My mouth fell open as I turned to look at her. Discipline? Here? On our honeymoon? I should have known that Anna wouldn’t forget my discipline. I almost opened my mouth to protest, but Anna’s tone carried no uncertainty… it was a simple fact, a given, as natural to her as breathing.
Seeing my stunned expression, she continued, “Find some good birch ones… I’ve heard they last longer. Oh, and while you’re down there, go to the cabin, use the facilities and prepare yourself. Then bring up my strap-on.” Her eyes twinkled with calm amusement. “I intend to peg you after I discipline you. I was thoughtful enough to bring your equipment. And don’t forget the lube.”
I didn’t know she had even brought the strap-on. Her words landed like a stone in still water… rippling through my mind, reminding me that this honeymoon wasn’t an escape from our dynamic, but a celebration of it. Discipline. Service. Submission. These weren’t paused for romantic getaways. They were part of the romance. She did it because she could. And because she knew I needed and loved it.
I said, “Can I at least put some clothes on? The mosquitoes will be out in force soon.”
She smiled and said, “I have a solution for that.” She got up and went into the cabin, coming back in a minute with something in her hand.
“Here, put one on your wrist,” she said.
“What is it?” I asked.
“They are called ‘Coiled Mosquito Bracelets’. They are supposed to keep mosquito’s away for up to ten days.”
“Do they work?” I asked.
“I have no idea, but a friend said they were great,” she said.
“Can I have two?” I asked.
She laughed and handed me a second one for my other wrist. “Are you afraid that your little pecker will get bitten?”
I smiled and said, “I am more concerned about my balls. It would be a lot of work for a mosquito to find my penis under this cage… but my balls… well they are right there for the taking.”
She laughed.
Finally, I sighed, accepting my task. With one last glance at Anna… serene, composed, and smiling faintly. I made my way down the steps. I looked up at her and saw her smile down on me and then wave.
Back at the cabin, I gathered what she had requested, my hands trembling slightly with the weight of what was coming. The process wasn’t as easy as being home in my own bathroom, but I had no choice. Once prepared, I turned toward the woods to begin my second task.
I glanced up at the tower as I entered the trees and saw her watching me from above again. She gave me another little wave… cheerful, almost playful. She was enjoying this… me, naked and obedient, moving through the wilderness in search of implements for my own punishment.
The forest was dense but manageable, the ground uneven but familiar beneath my boots. I kept an eye out for thorny vines, though a thought crossed my mind… Anna might not mind if I returned with a few strategically placed scratches. It would only add to the effect.
Almost as if summoned by the thought, a low-hanging briar branch snagged me just above my cage, raking across my lower stomach. I hissed through my teeth, stumbling back with a sharp curse. Looking down, I saw a thin red line stretching from just above my caged penis all the way to my upper thigh. Like briars do, it left behind a neat trail of tiny blood droplets, already beginning to bead on the surface of my skin.
I didn’t have anything to wipe it away with, so I left it. Part of me almost welcomed it… the sting, the blood… it felt like a badge of honor. Or maybe I hoped Anna might see it and take pity on me.
But deep down, I knew better.
Pity was not in her nature. She would just tell me to “man-up”.
Birch trees stood tall among the pines, their pale bark easy to spot in the dimming light. Their thin, flexible branches seemed almost too perfect, like nature itself had designed them for her purpose. A rebellious thought crossed my mind… maybe I could gather just a few, and hope they wore out quickly. But the idea died as soon as it formed. If I brought back a meager bundle, she’d send me right back out. Probably in the dark. No, it wasn’t worth it.
I chose twelve slender, springy birch switches, stripping the leaves as I went. Each one seemed to hum with potential in my hand. I gave one a test swish through the air, and the sharp whistle it made sent a cold shiver racing up my spine.
That sound alone made my pulse quicken. My stomach tightened.
Discipline was coming. Using switches was something I had never experienced, but I instinctively knew they would burn like fire.
And she would make sure I felt every bit of it.
Carrying the bundle of switches back up the hill, I felt a strange cocktail of emotions… nervousness, embarrassment, and, despite myself, a flicker of excitement. The thought suddenly struck me: what if an unsuspecting hiker came along? There I was, completely naked except for the cage locked around my penis and my boots—scratched, switches in hand. That would be a hell of a sight.
As the tower came into view, I spotted Anna on the deck, arms folded, her silhouette framed by the warm glow of the setting sun. She looked serene, confident, completely in control. She still wore her shorts, but she was now topless, her bare chest catching the light like something out of a dream.
The sight of her waiting for me… and the knowledge that the switches in my hand were about to become instruments of my discipline, sent a ripple of both fear and desire through me. It reminded me why I’d chosen this path, why I’d submitted to her in the first place. This wasn’t just about pain or obedience… it was about trust, about giving myself over to her completely.
The bond we shared ran deeper than kink.
Still, as I climbed the final rungs of the tower, heart pounding, I knew the day was far from over.
Anna glanced at the sky as I approached. “Let’s hurry,” she said evenly. “We’ve got about an hour and a half of light left.”
Then her eyes fell on the thin red scratch running across my stomach. She immediately let out a giggle. “What happened there?” she asked, as if she didn’t already know.
By now, the blood had trickled downward… fine droplets crossing my lower abdomen, streaking along the skin of my caged penis, and tracing a line down my thigh. I tried to play it cool, putting on my best tough-guy act.
“F’n branch caught me,” I muttered. “Could’ve gotten my balls.”
Anna laughed—deep and delighted. “Oh, that would’ve been perfect,” she said, her eyes twinkling. “Maybe one day I’ll use something like that on your little useless balls. They would make such sweet instruments of torture.”
I winced at the thought… and that she had called my balls useless. Of course, she was not entirely wrong.
“I think I want you over the railing. Ass out,” she ordered.
I positioned myself, unprepared for what to expect from switches. However, I was sure I had endured more… and would have no choice but to endure this as well.
A moment later, I felt her presence behind me. I heard the soft clatter of switches hitting the deck, followed by the unmistakable swish of a single switch cutting through the air. An instant later, a sharp, searing pain lanced across my ass. I gasped at the sting… far more intense than I’d expected. It had circled my far side ass cheek and bit into my skin… much like the lover’s bite that Anna was so fond of. My knees buckled slightly, and behind me, I heard Anna giggle.
“Wow, that’s powerful. I barely even touched you,” she mused, running her fingers over the welt, tracing its ridges with deliberate curiosity. “A perfect red stripe… already raising little blood spots like on your stomach. Oh, look at this one.” She pressed a fingertip to the deepest spot where the tip had dug in, watching my reaction as she tilted her head in fascination.
I jumped and gasped.
A slight smile flickered across her face before she spoke. “Not as striking as a lover’s bite, but still… an unexpected gift from the switch. Beautiful.”
I moaned knowing the first strike was just a test. She now knew that she could swing harder and get more painful results.
She stepped back and resumed her work, striking harder, methodically, moving the switch up and down my ass, leaving little space untouched. The sting built with each stroke, layer upon layer of sharp, buzzing pain, until several of the switches were worn out. She dropped those and picked up another.
The feeling was different from the paddle or the cane… less of a deep, aching throb and more like a relentless swarm of bee stings, but nonetheless impossible to ignore. The ones at the tip were most noticeable. I knew I’d be feeling this for a long time.
Then Anna moved to the other side so that the bite would be more pronounced on the other cheek, and giving her fresh skin to mark. She was relentless and diabolical with her disciplines and wouldn’t stop until she was ready.
“That was your maintenance discipline. Now, for your disobedience earlier,” she said, selecting a fresh bundle of birch switches.
I moaned loudly, trying to keep my knees from buckling.
This time, she wielded several at once, their combined bite igniting my skin with an even sharper intensity. I moaned, my body twisting involuntarily, my ass squirming under the relentless punishment.
When she finally paused, I caught my breath, my skin aflame. I could hear her heavy, excited breathing. She was enjoying this.
“Oh, I love the look of your ass all striped like that,” Anna murmured, admiring her handiwork. She traced a finger over the reddened welts, rubbing the fine droplets of blood into my skin. She stepped back with a satisfied smile. “I should be able to get a couple more out of this bunch of switches.”
I was relieved when she laid the rest of the switches down. She was done, for now, or at least I hoped so. I knew better than to move from my position, however.
“Now for the fun part. Stay where you are.”
She disappeared into the cabin, and when she returned, she was already wearing her strap-on—the familiar seven-inch cock jutting from her hips, swaying confidently with each step. She locked eyes with me as she slicked it generously with lube, her smile widening at the look of raw anticipation on my face.
“Is that no longer virgin ass ready for another good fucking?” she asked.
“Yes,” I more or less whispered. That was all I could manage.
Then she stepped behind me and spread the cool gel over my sensitive entrance. I flinched at the chill, but then her fingers began to work their way inside, slow and insistent pushing deep until they could go no further. I moaned, instinctively pushing back, welcoming her touch.
She chuckled softly. “You do like this now, don’t you?”
It wasn’t really a question. She already knew the answer.
I answered with another needy moan, my body already surrendering.
A moment later, I felt the firm head of the cock press against me. That first push always sent a shiver through me, the sudden stretch catching me off guard, drawing a sharp intake of breath. But Anna didn’t hesitate. She knew exactly how far to push, how fast to move… she knew this ritual by heart now after having fucked me multiple times at home. Slowly, steadily, she eased forward until her thighs were pressed against my sore, welted ass. I sucked in my breath… I had every inch.
“You take it so easily now,” she murmured, running her hands over my hips. “I didn’t think it would happen this quickly… but I guess you’re just a natural. We might have to consider a bigger cock.”
I gasped at her words.
Then, I let out a long, trembling moan as she pulled back and slid in again, slow and deliberate. She gave me time to adjust, her pace patient and controlled. I gripped the railing tightly, my legs spread, heart pounding, as her rhythm gradually built. Each stroke was confident, purposeful, and each one drove deeper pleasure through me… radiating from my core, rising like a tide I couldn’t fight.
When she found the right angle, her cock brushing directly against my prostate, I gasped aloud, the tingling pressure instantly spreading through my body.
“Yes, baby, take my cock,” she purred, her voice low and thick with pleasure. “I love watching this. I love fucking you. It’s so beautiful. I wish you could see yourself.”
Then she paused and reached for something. I knew exactly what she was doing… capturing the moment, recording the sight of the thick shaft sliding in and out of my hole. She had never done anything like this before. A new shiver ran through me at the thought. I belonged to her completely… and she wanted to remember it. I wondered if she would ever show this to anyone… then the thought occurred that sometimes the FLR ladies brought video to the meetings to share. I shivered at the thought.
Her thrusts deepened, and soon I felt the steady drip of fluid inside my cage. Prostate pleasure built in waves, although there was no orgasm, no sharp release, but the warm, slow leak was its own kind of satisfaction. I looked down, watching the clear fluid drip steadily onto the rails and fall to the deck below. My penis remained as hard as it could get in the tiny cage, pulsing with unmet need, but I didn’t resent the ache. I loved the ache.
I lifted my gaze, and the view stretched out before me, wild, endless forest, painted gold and crimson by the setting sun. In that moment, with Anna inside me, commanding me, claiming me, I felt something close to transcendence. I wasn’t just surrendering to her… I was being completed by her.
There I was, bent over, a thick seven-inch cock sliding in and out of my ass, my caged penis dripping with what had become my only form of pleasure. My backside throbbed with heat, every sting a lingering reminder of Anna’s power over me.
Before me, the setting sun bathed the sky in a blaze of orange and gold, the perfect backdrop to this raw, visceral experience.
All of it… the aching pleasure, the searing heat, the overwhelming emotion, was because of my wonderful wife. Anna. The woman who had taken control of my body, my desires, my very existence. And I had never felt more alive.
Anna was like the nature surrounding us, untamed, fierce, radiant, and I loved her with everything I had. With everything I was. Words couldn’t reach the depth of it. I could only offer myself, again and again as the speed grew until we were both grunting. More fluid poured out of me and I could feel my prostate spasm deep inside. It felt like I was on the edge of a real climax, but it didn’t happen… it never did… it just left me wanting more.
When she finally withdrew, my body sagged a bit, but otherwise stayed still, trembling, humming with the echoes of her presence. Behind me, I heard soft, breathless sounds… her fingers working herself to climax as she admired the sight of me: well-disciplined, freshly pegged, completely claimed.
I imagined her eyes on me, drinking me in like a masterpiece she’d crafted with her own hands. My open, aching ass, her “boi-pussy,” as she called it, still pulsing from the fucking, the bright red stripes across my cheeks vivid and raw.
Tiny droplets of blood traced slow paths downward. The image in my mind was as beautiful as it was humbling. Another shiver rippled through me as I waited for her… waited to find out what was next. I knew it… it was my reward, access to her amazing pussy. In spite of the painful welts on my ass, and my stretched asshole, pulsing from the fucking it had taken, I was ready for anything.
