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 6: Discovering Anna’s Stress Level, Looking at Chastity Cages, Learning About FLR
When Anna came back, she said, “I was going to go into work for a couple of hours, but this is more important. I called in to let them know I wouldn’t be there so we can spend some time seeing if we have a solution to this problem. I will call in to the office again when we are done.”
I smiled broadly. There was hope after all. We moved into the living room with fresh cups of coffee and sat on the sofa. The panoramic view of the city skyline always had a calming effect, as if the vast expanse of the horizon could shrink our problems into insignificance. Today, though, I doubted it would be enough. Still, the sight of the clear blue sky helped me breathe a little easier.
I looked at Anna, and despite the comforting atmosphere of our conversation, she still seemed tense, her shoulders carrying an invisible weight.
“How are things going at work?” I asked gently.
She paused, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Why do you ask?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “You’ve been bringing a lot of work home lately. Earlier, you had to call in, which isn’t like you. And honestly, for the past couple of weeks, you’ve seemed unusually stressed—beyond the stress I’ve caused, I mean.”
Anna sighed heavily, her fingers tracing an invisible pattern on the arm of the sofa. “Well, you know I’m up for full partner.”
“Yes, and that’s incredible. You deserve it,” I said sincerely.
“It is incredible,” she said, but her voice lacked enthusiasm. “The problem is, there are two other attorneys being considered as well. You can imagine the politics involved. At least one of them is actively trying to sabotage me. Files have gone missing—important ones—and I know I didn’t just misplace them. On top of that, there are ridiculous rumors going around that I’m having an affair with one of the younger attorneys.”
I knew I shouldn’t feel this way, but the mention of a young, probably handsome attorney stirred a pang of jealousy deep inside me. Knowing how I had been treating Anna over the past months only amplified that feeling, sending a sharp ache through my chest. Rationally, I knew she would never cheat on me, but emotionally, the fear lingered. And if she did… well, could I even blame her?
This wasn’t the time to dwell on such thoughts, so I pushed them firmly from my mind and focused on being the supportive husband she needed me to be, especially now.
Anna continued, “He’s a nice guy, Jason. Smart, hardworking, and he’s got a family—a wife and two kids. I’ve been mentoring him because I see so much potential in him, and yes, we’ve gone out to lunch a few times and had meetings together. But it’s all professional. People love to gossip, though, and the whispers are starting to affect my reputation. If those rumors gain traction, it could cost me the partnership.”
I could see the tightness in her jaw and the faint crease in her forehead as she spoke. Her voice was steady, but the frustration underneath was undeniable.
“So, yeah,” she added with a sigh, “I’m stressed. Between work politics, these baseless rumors, and now everything we’ve been dealing with here… sometimes it feels like I could give it all up. I am afraid that I am going to just blow up at work, and that would ruin everything.”
I felt a deep pang of guilt in my chest. I had added to her burdens, piled my own failures on top of her already overwhelming stress… and worst of all I hadn’t even recognized it. I had been sitting in my room watching porn and jerking off. Disgusting couldn’t possibly describe how I had been acting.
“I’m so sorry, Anna. I’ve only made things worse. Is there anything I can do to help?”
Anna’s lips curved into a small, weary smile. “Maybe you can give me one of your incredible massages when we have some time later in the week. Honestly, that would help more than you know.”
“That’s easy,” I said, smiling back at her. “I’ll put it on my schedule—priority one.”
“Thank you,” she said softly, squeezing my hand.
For a moment, we sat quietly, the sounds of the city filtering in through the window.
“So,” I said, breaking the silence with a small grin. “Where were we? Oh yes, I was baring my evil soul.”
Anna let out a soft laugh—a real laugh, one that lightened the heaviness in the room. And just like that, the tension between us eased, if only slightly.
We were still navigating rough waters, but at least we were rowing in the same direction.
“Yes, you were admitting that you’re a total screw-up,” she said with a teasing edge.
“As much as I want to deny that, I can’t,” I said, leaning back slightly. “Saying I’m sorry feels like tossing a pebble into the ocean and expecting it to make a wave.”
Anna laughed softly, her eyes brightening for a moment. “Where did you get that? Or did you just make it up?”
“I made it up,” I said with a sheepish grin. “It was pretty good, wasn’t it?”
“Actually, yes. It is a good metaphor. Go on,” she said, her voice softer now, more inviting.
I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts. “Anyway, I’m prepared to do whatever it takes to fix this. Please don’t divorce me,” I blurted, my voice trembling slightly despite my effort to stay composed. I had to fight back tears.
Anna’s expression shifted, startled by my words. “Why would you think I would throw away everything we’ve built because of your—how should I put this—your ‘little’ problem?”
I shrugged helplessly. “I just… I don’t know. What I’ve been doing feels so disrespectful. I thought maybe you’d had enough.”
Anna sighed and shook her head, her frustration evident but controlled. “Jason, give me some credit. We’ve been together for two years, and most of that time has been… well, blissful. You’re still a good man with a problem. But I still think you’re one in a million.”
Her words hit me like a wave from that pebble, and for a moment, I couldn’t speak. My throat tightened, and I felt tears well up in my eyes. I had underestimated her strength, her love, and her commitment to us.
“Thank you for saying that,” I finally managed, my voice cracking slightly. “You are the most incredible woman I’ve ever met, and you just proved it again.”
Anna reached out and placed her hand over mine, her touch warm and reassuring. In that moment, I felt the first glimmer of real hope—a belief that we could not only overcome this challenge but come out stronger on the other side.
“Thank you for saying that, it means a lot to me,” she said sincerely. “So, where do we go from here?”
I said, “Well, it is really on me at this point. As we have discussed, my inability to control my masturbation is the key to this problem. I put a list of some of the website that I have been looking at on your desk. If you have time now, I would like you to look at them. They have to do with female led relationships, ‘FlR’s. I think it might be of some help, if not a solution,” I said gently, standing up. “I’ll clean up in the kitchen while you do.”
“So you think some websites are going to get us out of this?” She looked rightfully skeptical.
It sounded stupid and silly even as I said it. My enthusiasm deflated a bit. Still, it had to be better than nothing.
A feeling of embarrassment washed over me. “I know it sounds like I am grasping at straws, and maybe I am, but I would love if you would at least look at it.”
“So the websites are about female led relationships? I like that sound of that,” she said with a bit of a smirk.
“I think you will at least find some food for thought,” I said. “We can discuss when you come back, if you have time.”
She glanced at the persistent bulge in my sweatpants.
I smiled, though it took effort. I loved that she was still interested in me that way. I acknowledged it by saying, “I need to learn to resist the urge, and there’s no better time to start than now.”
I was encouraged when she kissed me, her lips lingering on mine, before reaching down to gently squeeze me. I was a little disappointed that she didn’t mention what happened last night, but also realized that she had much more important things on her mind.
“Careful,” I warned. “It can go off quickly in your hand.”
She laughed, squeezing playfully. “I know,” she said.
Those two words—so simple, yet so intimate—felt like a turning point. For the first time, we were addressing my struggles openly, without shame. It felt freeing, as if we’d crossed a bridge together.
She giggled once more before heading to her office to review the information I had left for her, her hips swaying with effortless confidence as she walked away. Watching her, I felt a surge of emotions—love, gratitude, and, naturally, excitement. Whatever challenges lay ahead, in that moment, I was certain I was the luckiest man alive.
Nearly two hours later, as I was finishing up in the kitchen, Anna emerged from her office. She had taken longer than I’d expected, and uncertainty crept in as I wondered if that was a good sign or not. But then she smiled—a warm, knowing smile that instantly melted my heart. As she walked up to me and pressed her body softly against mine, I knew it was a very good sign indeed.
I felt my arousal press against her, and she smiled.
“You’re still excited,” she teased, her voice light but her eyes sharp with awareness.
“That’s what happens when I don’t get off,” I said with a shrug, trying to sound casual despite the heat coursing through me.
She nodded thoughtfully, her expression turning serious. “I like that.” After a brief pause, she added, “Those websites about FLRs were incredible—eye-opening, even. I had no idea any of that existed.”
“It was the same for me,” I admitted. “It felt like discovering an entirely new world. But there’s still so much for us to discuss if we’re really going to walk this path together.”
“I think we need to address your ‘little’ problem with something rather…drastic,” she said, her tone deliberate, her words hanging in the air. “Are you truly committed to the changes this will require?”
“As committed as I’ve ever been to anything in my life,” I said firmly, meeting her gaze. “I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you happy, to keep ‘us’ strong. But I know I’ll have to prove that to you.”
“Good, I appreciate that,” she said with a small smile as she looked down and saw that there was a wet spot in my sweats. Just being around her made me excited. I loved that she didn’t chastise me.
“I’m going to make a few calls to the office,” she said, her voice carrying that familiar mix of authority and focus. “After that, we’ll sit down and talk about everything I’ve been reading about FLR. It’s… exciting.”
I sighed as she mentioned work. It was a double-edged sword—a necessary priority, yet an unwelcome interruption. The weight of what we were navigating pressed down on us both, but I knew it rested more heavily on her shoulders.
