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 5
Anna’s voice was soft in the darkness, her lips warm against my ear as she whispered, “It’s okay, baby. I still love you with all my heart. I didn’t marry you because you had the biggest equipment. I married you because you were the right man for me. Today was important… for both of us. I pushed you to your limit, and you bent, but you didn’t break. You are exactly what I want. What I need. You did everything I asked today, and more.”
I swallowed hard, my throat thick with emotion. “Yes,” I murmured, my voice trembling.
It was now obvious that the little incident on the deck where she had relieved herself in front of me… and then had me clean her with my tongue… that was part of this plan as well. I didn’t know the significance of it, but it was another test and I had obviously passed it.
She smiled against my skin. It all came together when she whispered, “Remember the lyrics? Everything you take, you make it better?”
A small sob caught in my throat. “Yes.”
She pressed closer, her arms tightening around me, holding me as though she never intended to let go. “I have taken you,” she whispered, her voice rich with conviction, “and I have made you better, and therefore you made me better. I wanted you to understand who you truly are. What you are.”
Her gaze burned into mine, her words claiming me as deeply as her actions ever had. “You are my special, deeply submissive man. And I will have you forever. I will challenge you forever… at every opportunity. You will do and experience things you can’t even imagine. Each time, we will learn more. We will grow and be better. You, in your submission. And me, in my desire to lead us to places we’ve never been. This is our journey, yours and mine. Forever.”
“Yes,” I breathed. I had tears in my eyes.
And for the first time, I didn’t just say the words—I felt it, deep in my bones. For the first time, I truly believed it. I was hers, forever.
We fell asleep in each other’s arms, both of us naked, skin to skin. But while Anna drifted off easily, I lay awake for a long time, my mind turning over everything that had happened. What had changed in me? I was still the same man… yet different. I knew it would take time to fully understand, to process how deeply I had surrendered, how much she had shaped me. But Anna wasn’t going to give me much time to dwell on it. I knew when we got home there would be more challenges… if they didn’t come before that… which they did.
The following morning, I woke before her, slipping carefully out of the sleeping bag so as not to disturb her. I stepped outside with a blanket around my naked body, savoring the crisp morning air, the hush of the wilderness, the golden light filtering through the trees. I made myself a cup of coffee and sat down, letting the silence settle over me like.
I was naked… and caged, just as Anna wanted, but it didn’t feel strange. It felt right, natural. This was how nature intended it, at least for me, unguarded and free.
I was just about to head inside to get Anna’s coffee when I heard movement behind me. I turned, and there she was, standing in the doorway, still naked, her skin aglow in the soft morning light. She had never looked more radiant, more at peace.
It stole my breath.
“Good morning, sweet man of mine,” she said, her voice warm, affectionate. And she meant it. I was hers now, more than ever.
I smiled. “Good morning, love of my life.” It sounded corny, but Anna didn’t seem to mind.
“I’ll get your coffee,” I offered, starting to rise.
“It’s heating,” she said with a small smile. A moment later, she retrieved it, slipping under my blanket, and onto my lap, our bodies close, the quiet intimacy of the morning wrapping around us.
“How are you feeling?” she asked, taking a slow sip.
I exhaled, glancing at her before looking out over the trees. “Good. Yesterday was intense, but I understand why you did it… what you wanted… needed from me. You once told me, ‘You complete me,’ like in that movie. But I think it’s the other way around. It’s you who completes me.”
Anna tilted her head, considering my words. Then she said, “Jason, life is like a giant puzzle of relationships, responsibilities, everything we take on, all the pieces forming the bigger picture. We’re like two pieces of that puzzle… in the middle. And now, our pieces don’t just fit together… they’re glued together, perfectly.”
She reached over, lacing her fingers through mine.
“If we had never met, maybe we would have found happiness with someone else,” she continued. “But maybe we wouldn’t have. Maybe our pieces wouldn’t have fit quite right, and that’s why so many marriages fail. But you? You’re my perfect piece.”
I thought about that for a long moment, letting it settle in my heart. Then I squeezed her hand and murmured, “And you’re mine.”
“I am,” she said.
“Understand this,” Anna said, her voice calm but firm. “As we spoke about last night, there will be more challenges. More tests. Not to prove your love, or your devotion, or your submissiveness—but because I love that. I need that. I love challenging you, pushing you, helping you grow. And in doing so, I grow too. There might be times you will question in your mind what I want you to do, but you will do it because you know it pleases me.”
She paused, letting her words settle before continuing.
“Challenging you keeps me sharp. It forces me to stay creative, present, and alive in our relationship. I refuse to let things become stale or mundane. That’s what kills most marriages—routine, comfort, autopilot. They get stuck in a rut and never climb out. I won’t let that happen to us.”
I nodded slowly, her words hitting deeper than I expected.
“I’m glad you won’t,” I said. “And I’ll do my part too. I’ll do my best to rise to your challenges. I’ll trust that everything you do—even the hard things—is to make me better. To make us better.”
What I didn’t realize at the time was that the challenges on this trip were just beginning.
Later that morning, Anna suggested we head down to the falls to take our showers. I thought it was a great idea until she added, with a teasing smile, that I was to remain completely naked except for my cage and boots.
I opened my mouth to protest, but one sharp look from Anna silenced me before a single word escaped.
Nervous didn’t even begin to describe how I felt as we set off, towels and soap, blanket and snacks in a back pack, but not a shred of clothes. I had nothing in front to shield me should we come upon some campers, or even a Girl Scout or Boy Scout troop. Anna, on the other hand, Anna was totally dressed, wearing a tank top, shorts and boots, and a backpack. All I had to protect me was my tiny chastity cage. To say I felt vulnerable would have been an understatement.
Every rustling leaf, every distant sound sent a fresh wave of anxiety through me. What if we did run into someone? What the hell would I do? And to make matters worse, my ass was still well welted and very red from last night’s discipline, a vivid reminder with each step I took.
I pleaded with Anna, whispering desperately, “At least let me wrap a towel around my waist. It’s kind of chilly out here.” It was a lame attempt.
She shook her head. “No. And if you question me again, I will find a birch and use it on you. In fact, come here.” She took a step off the trail and waited.
I moved over to her tentatively.
“Bend over,” she said sternly.
I moaned and wanted to beg, but I didn’t and bent over, presenting my already swollen ass to her.
“This will teach you not to complain,” she said, and raised her hand and smacked my ass hard. I yelped, but didn’t stand up. I bit my lip as she smacked my ass about ten times. The pain that had lessened came back with force.
When she allowed me to stand up, I wanted so bad to rub my ass, but I knew better.
And that was the end of it.
We had continued down the trail for a few more minutes when or the right, coming down an adjacent trail I noticed some movement and I stopped in my tracks. We were close to the falls, so there was no going back, or even hiding.
As luck would have it, two women appeared at the fork of the trail ahead, walking toward the falls and us. They looked to be in their early forties, fit and well-prepared, with larger backpacks than ours slung over their shoulders. Clearly, they were more experienced hikers. One was blonde, the other brunette. Even from a distance, I could tell they were both attractive, well-built women, their confident strides making that obvious.
I froze. My face flushed deep red, my breath catching in my throat.
“There’s someone coming,” I gasped.
Anna saw them too and said calmly, “You’re right… looks like we have company.”
The women stopped about thirty yards away, their eyes widening as they took in the sight before them.
The moment stretched unbearably. Just when I thought I might collapse from sheer embarrassment, Anna spoke, completely unfazed, as though this were nothing more than a casual encounter in a park.
“Hi!” she called out cheerfully. “Beautiful day for a trip to the falls.”
She smiled easily, as if nothing unusual was happening, while the women continued approaching. With the overhanging branches, I doubted they’d seen me clearly at first.
Instinctively, I tried to step behind Anna, hoping to at least shield my caged penis from view.
But Anna shifted, deliberately keeping me exposed. “This is my husband, Jason,” she announced, her voice light but purposeful. “And I’m Anna. We decided to take a little trip to the falls for our second honeymoon..”
Both women stopped, eyes wide, staring straight past Anna and directly at me. Their mouths hung open in clear shock. It was obvious they had never seen anything quite like this.
They gave me a long, unreadable look before turning back to Anna.
“Congratulations,” the brunette finally said, still obviously shocked. “I’m Sandra, and this is Molly. We’re roommates and hiking buddies. We come out here now and then to recharge.”
“I get that,” Anna replied with a knowing smile. “Same idea here. We’re staying at the watchtower. My boss owns the place.”
I knew Anna was just making conversation, giving the couple a chance to absorb what they were seeing. I don’t think she wanted them to turn and head the other way. She was enjoying my embarrassment too much.
Molly raised a brow. “Oh… we didn’t know this was private property.”
As they spoke to Anna, by their eyes kept going to me… naked, caged, and red faced.
Anna waved it off casually. “No problem at all. It’s too beautiful to keep hidden from the world. You’re welcome to join us at the falls… and, if you’d like, later at the tower.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Anna didn’t even know these women, and yet here she was, inviting them back to our place. My body tingled with rising embarrassment as both women’s eyes continued to drift over me.
That’s when I realized… Anna had stepped away even more, leaving me completely exposed. Their eyes finally settled on my cage, and I saw it: the flicker of astonishment, curiosity, maybe even intrigue. Molly glanced sideways at Sandra, who shrugged with a small, knowing smile. I thought I heard her whisper, “Let’s do it. This should be interesting.”
Molly tore her gaze from me and said, “Sure, we’ll join you at the falls, if you don’t mind. But we don’t want to impose.”
“Not at all,” Anna replied smoothly. “We’d love the company.” Then, with that familiar look of command, she turned to me. “Jason, lead the way.”
I felt the heat rising even more in my cheeks, silently begging Anna to reconsider… but her expression was firm, unwavering. There was no escape.
Head down, I hesitated for a beat before stepping forward, moving with Anna and past the two women, keeping my eyes glued to the path ahead, doing my best to ignore the weight of their gazes burning into my back.
That’s when I heard it.
A soft gasp, almost in unison.
They had seen my switched, and now spanked ass.
“Oh…” they both murmured.
I could practically feel their eyes fixed on me, tracing every mark.
Sandra let out a low, appreciative whistle. “Well, that’s different.”
Glancing back, I caught Sandra’s gaze flickering between me and Anna, curiosity blooming into understanding. “There’s a story here,” Sandra said knowingly.
Anna’s smile never faltered. “Oh, there is,” she replied, light and easy, then gestured down the trail. “Come on, we’ll talk at the falls.”
Molly’s voice was laced with growing intrigue. “Okay, now I really need to hear this story.”
I forced myself to keep moving, my skin burning under their scrutiny.
Then, bold as could be, one of the women remarked, “Not to be too forward, but he has a really nice butt and a great build… even in the condition it’s in.”
I was completely shocked at her directness.
Anna giggled. “Yes, but he is rather small up front.”
My face flushed an even deeper shade of red.
Both women laughed, and one of them added, “Yeah, we noticed. You can barely see it! What the hell is that thing on him? Looks like some kind of medieval cage.”
“Exactly right,” Anna said with a grin. “Let’s get to the falls—I’ll explain everything.”
As we continued down the trail, I heard their voices behind me, light and casual, already chatting as if they were old friends. At first, I hoped, naively, that they weren’t talking about me. But it quickly became clear they were. What struck me, though, wasn’t just the teasing, it was how easily they were connecting. Their laughter mingled effortlessly, and I had the distinct feeling that Anna was relishing this rare opportunity for female companionship. More than that… I suspected she saw opportunity in this moment. There were not many people Anna had discussed our relationship with outside of the FLR group and it was apparent that she was enjoying this.
And that realization sent another shiver down my spine.
When we found a suitable place, we set down our backpacks, and Anna spread our blanket across a flat, grassy patch. Sandra and Molly did the same, settling in comfortably like they’d done this a hundred times before. I could feel their eyes flicking toward me now and then, their curiosity lingering on my exposed, awkward presence.
Meanwhile, I stood there like a nervous bystander, no, worse, a fourth wheel, painfully aware of myself and wishing the earth would swallow me whole.
Molly broke the tension. “We brought some sandwiches for lunch. You interested?”
“Yes, that’s very kind of you. I didn’t have breakfast, and I’m starving,” Anna said.
It was obvious the women were shocked by what was going on, but Sandra casually pulled out sandwiches from her pack and passed them around.
I saw the ladies look at each other, wondering why I had not sat down.
Anna added, “He’s not allowed to sit until ladies have and I have allowed him to. He is in training.” Anna paused and said, “You may sit now Jason.”
I sat down quickly, wincing as the rough fabric of the blanket scraped against my welted, still-burning ass. Instinctively, I crossed my legs, a futile attempt to conceal my caged penis from view.
Anna handed me a bottle of water and one of the sandwiches. Meanwhile, Sandra uncorked a bottle of wine, and Molly poured generous servings. She offered Anna a glass, which she accepted with a bright, easy smile… then, almost too casually, added, “But Jason won’t be having any.”
Molly raised an eyebrow. “Why not?”
Anna smirked. “Because he’s driving.” Her tone was pure mischief; it was clear she was teasing.
“Oh, are you leaving today?” Sandra asked, genuinely curious.
“Nope,” Anna replied with a laugh.
There was a brief beat of silence, and then they all laughed. I forced a smile, but my cheeks were already burning again.
Leaning in a little closer, Molly didn’t waste any time and lowered her voice conspiratorially and asked, “So… what’s with the cage thingie?”
Anna didn’t skip a beat. “No need to whisper,” she said, waving a hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about offending Jason… he’s got pretty tough skin. As you might’ve noticed from behind.“
Sandra and Molly burst into laughter.
“We noticed that too,” Molly said, grinning broadly.
“Well,” Anna continued smoothly, “it’s a bit of a long story, but tell me—have you two ever heard of FLR?”
Both women shook their heads in unison. “No,” they replied.
“FLR stands for Female-Led Relationship,” Anna explained. “It’s a dynamic where the woman takes the lead in all areas of the relationship. There are different levels… from mild to… well, wild.” She gave them a knowing smile. “We’re on the wild side.”
Molly’s eyes widened with intrigue. “What does that mean, exactly?”
“It means,” Anna said, her voice as smooth as silk, “that I control everything.”
Sandra tilted her head thoughtfully. “I like the sound of that.” She glanced at Molly, and the glance wasn’t just casual—it was intimate. “Molly and I are both divorced,” she added. “We were neighbors, actually. We ended up separating and divorcing around the same time. We date, but honestly? Most men are jerks. We’d rather spend time together.”
Molly reached over and gently took Sandra’s hand. The way they held on to each other left no doubt in my mind that they were more than just friends.
Anna continued, effortlessly keeping the conversation flowing, explaining the principles of an FLR. Both women listened with growing fascination, asking plenty of questions.
Molly hesitated, then blurted, “So… with Jason, uh, like that… you know, caged, how do you… you know, do it?”
Anna raised an eyebrow, grinning. “You mean, how do we fuck with him caged?”
The women laughed again, but Molly nodded eagerly. “Yeah, exactly, how do you fuck?”
“We don’t,” Anna said simply.
Both Sandra and Molly blinked, caught off guard.
“Wait… seriously?” Sandra asked. “Do you have a boyfriend or something? Like… do you cuckold him?”
Anna smiled, and I saw her eyes flick toward me before she answered. “Not yet.”
My stomach twisted, my face going hot. I could barely process what she’d just admitted. Embarrassment swirled inside me, thick and suffocating, as the women’s eyes darted between Anna and me.
Everyone grew quiet for a moment lost in their own thoughts. The ladies heads had to be spinning. There was a lot to process. Anna let them have their quiet moment before anyone spoke again.
