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 10: Personal Boundaries Fall, Intimate Talk, Bathing Anna, Pleasuring Her
Once we were done with the computer, we went out hiking at a state park to get some exercise. Anna wore a pair of tight safari pants, that hugged her butt like a second skin, and matching top. I wore jeans and a tee shirt.
When we got to a remote area where there were some large boulders, she took my hand and pulled us behind them. I was shocked when she unceremoniously pulled her pants down.
“I have to pee,” she said.
To say I was surprised would have been an understatement. I don’t think I had ever watched her pee. I felt excitement coursing through me. Unfortunately, she didn’t let me watch.
“Turn around and keep a watch out for people. You haven’t earned the right to watch me pee, yet. I know you would like that you little pervert,” she said with a smile.
I turned my back but my little penis grew hard anyway when I heard her peeing. Everything about her was turning me on.
When she was done, she said, “Give me your tee shirt.”
“Huh?” I returned.
“I don’t have anything to wipe with,” she said.
“I shivered and took my shirt off and handed it to her. She made me turn around again. A moment later she was handing me my shirt back. When I put it on, there was a wet spot on the chest and I could smell her. My penis throbbed in my sweats. I guess I was a little pervert.
I said, “I need to go too.”
I was surprised when she got a big smile on her face and said, “Okay, I will help you.”
My face turned beet red and I said, “I’m a big boy, I can do it all by myself.”
“If I am going to be in control of that little thing between your legs then I can do what I want with it, right?” she said.
“Uh, yes, I guess so,” I answered reluctantly. Obviously, this wasn’t what I had in mind when I talked about control.
I started to open my pants when she stopped me, slapping my hands away. Then I was mortified as I watched her pull down my zipper and reach in and pull out my almost hard penis.
I was struggling to understand what Anna was thinking. This was uncharted territory for us. She had always been extremely private about certain things, she wouldn’t even let me into the bathroom while she peed, let alone involve me in anything related to her personal routines.
Then, a realization struck me with startling clarity. I recalled a section I had read about FLR dynamics, which emphasized the importance of stripping away a man’s privacy, especially in the early stages of the relationship, while simultaneously safeguarding the woman’s. The reasoning was blunt yet irrefutable: a man, particularly one with a history of poor self-control, couldn’t be trusted to handle solitude responsibly.
Anna understood this about me all too well. She knew my struggles with masturbation, how it had eroded the foundation of trust between us. In hindsight, her actions were methodical, almost surgical, as she dismantled the barriers I had erected barriers that shielded my vices and perpetuated dishonesty. Piece by piece, she stripped away the privileges I had abused, leaving no room for loopholes or excuses.
The loss of privacy was no accident; it was deliberate and calculated, a reflection of her role in recalibrating the balance of power in our relationship. And while I bristled at the discomfort of it, I couldn’t deny the logic. This wasn’t punishment, it was accountability. By reclaiming control, Anna was forcing me to confront the consequences of my past behavior, and in doing so, she was laying the groundwork for something stronger, something better.
As we stood there with Anna holding my now hard penis she said, “Your little penis will have to go down first, I suppose.” She gave my erection a playful tap.
“Yes, but I can’t really pee this with you holding me like that,” I replied, trying to sound composed. “It won’t go down if you keep touching me.”…
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“Then, a realization struck me with startling clarity. I recalled a section I had read about FLR dynamics, which emphasized the importance of stripping away a man’s privacy, especially in the early stages of the relationship, while simultaneously safeguarding the woman’s.”
This is excellent and talked about often enough. I agree … the stripping away of a man’s privacy is essential in all forms of FLR. How it looks is unique to every relationship. In ours, it means that I am often completely nude while we are alone in the house.
I don’t know if you’ve ever been in the military, but one of the first things they do is systematically strip away your sense of privacy. During my time, there were no toilet stalls, just toilets lined up side by side, forcing everyone to abandon personal boundaries. This lack of privacy was paired with rigorous discipline: grueling physical activity, endless push-ups, running, cleaning toilets, or standing for long stretches holding your weapon over your head. Each task was designed to test and humble you.
Perhaps one of the most striking and symbolic acts was the head shave (and taking away your civilian clothes). For many, hair and clothes serve as a form of self-expression, a protective layer of identity. Stripping that away left you feeling exposed, vulnerable, and maybe humiliated. None of this was arbitrary; it was deliberate. From what I have read, in an FLR, having the man naked while at home leaves him exposed and vulnerable.
In the military, every step was part of a calculated process to break you down, to dismantle the person you thought you were, and then rebuild you in the image they required… a better man.
Interestingly, this process isn’t exclusive to the military. Many women, particularly in female-led relationships, employ a similar principle when reshaping their partners into better husbands, fathers, and lovers. It’s about deconstructing old patterns, breaking through resistance, and guiding them toward becoming the man they want and need. As you will see in future chapters of the Journal, everything that is done to Jason… removing his privacy, caging, pegging, denial… is leading to a new and better man.
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