From the very first, she didn’t like my sub. The truth is that she doesn’t like or trust men very much. She admits now that she was jealous of him. I juggled her dislike for him and his mistrust for her for years. I almost gave up but I wanted both of them in my life. It took some doing but now she sees that he is part of me.

Whenever she visited, she wanted me to put him in his cell. She didn’t even want him near to do routine chores. She said that she felt like we were putting on a show for him if we were affectionate. Finally, in desperation, I bought my sub, Butler, a cage with spikes. I explained that if we did anything in front of him that stimulated his maleness, he would instantly feel a very sharp pain in the offending part. That mollified her so that she allowed him to serve us dinner, etc.

Slowly, she realized that I was right. She kissed me in front of Butler as a test only to see him quickly turn away. He would have been discreet anyways but he also was encouraged by the fact that watching would be painful. Soon it began to be a game for her to see if she could hurt him by triggering a male response in him. She grew to enjoy hurting him in this way even if she never learned to like him.

Another joy of having her visit is that it encouraged both Butler and me to carefully stay in our position of Mistress and servant. When alone, it was hard to maintain these roles. However, with Heather in the house, we both kept more strictly to what we were trying to accomplish.

Since Heather’s breakthrough about Butler, she has been an enormous help. Often, she has been a source of great ideas of how to draw him deeper into our FLR. She has come to care that I get the full benefit of owning a slave. She doesn’t have an ounce of mercy for him.

For years she refused to have anything to do with him unless I was there but eventually she saw he was useful. Now, she sees it as a favor if I allow her to borrow him when I’m out of town. It may be the most evil thing I do to him. It still gives makes me a shiver when I think about it. I own a man that I can lend like one lends one’s car or a garden tool. All he does for her while I’m gone is clean and garden from morning until night. I know that she stays within the bounds that I have set concerning his treatment and discipline.

I like lending him because I don’t want him to have a break while I am out of town. I want a woman I trust to keep her high heel shoe on his caged crotch. Of course, I keep the keys to his cage with me. I love the torn lost look in his eyes as I leave him with her almost as much as I love the look of grateful relief I see flood him when I return. Even living within the restrictions I have placed on her, I’m afraid she is not very nice to him when I’m not there.

I love the whole ritual of picking him up at her home when I return. She always gives me a report of how he did. It feels like picking up a pet that sometimes misbehaves. I can see how happy he is to be back with me. Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

My way is not the only way but it works for us. I want women to come together and support each other! The fastest way I know to put your FLR on track is to include another woman to keep you strong.