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 11: Making Love, Not Sex, Foot Massage and Bath, Pleasing Anna With My Oral Skills
Later we sat on the sofa together watching some Hallmark chick flick. As soon as I sat down, I was reminded of my blistered ass. I sighed and suppressed a moan.
Anna leaned her head against my shoulder, her silky shorty sleep shorts and matching top catching the light as she shifted slightly. She felt soft and warm against me, and I savored the intimacy that had become so natural between us, even if it was a new dynamic.
“Have you noticed that most of the Hallmark shows have the women in charge?” she asked, breaking the comfortable silence.
I paused, considering her observation. “No, not until you just mentioned it. But you’re right. It’s mostly women taking the lead.”
“Hmmm,” she mused, her voice tinged with amusement. “One would think the producers are in FLR’s themselves, wouldn’t they?”
“Yes, for sure,” I said with a grin.
As the show ended, Anna shifted, sitting up slightly. “Take off your clothes,” she said, her tone casual yet firm.
Without hesitation, I obeyed, standing and removing everything. She remained dressed in her sleep pajamas consisting of a pair of shorty silk shorts and a lose silk top with spaghetti straps. Her outfit accentuating her natural elegance. It felt strange being completely naked while she was clothed, but I was quickly learning that such situations were becoming the norm in our evolving relationship.
I returned to the sofa, sitting beside her as she snuggled against me. My arm wrapped around her shoulders instinctively, and she leaned into me with a contented sigh. This closeness was new for us. Before, we’d watch movies with a casual snack, sitting near each other but rarely this close. Now, this shared intimacy felt deeper, more meaningful.
I lightly stroked her arm, savoring the moment.
Occasionally, I kissed her ear, her neck, and finally her lips, whispering softly, “I love you.” She didn’t say the words back… not yet… but that was okay. I understood. After everything we’d been through, rebuilding trust and connection would take time.
Then, to my surprise, her lips met mine again, soft and tender, before growing more passionate. Her kiss filled me with gratitude and made my heart swell and, predictably, my body reacted. My penis throbbed despite my best efforts to suppress the response.
“See how nice making love without sex can be? The FLR documents were right,” Anna said, her voice low and warm.
“I do,” I replied with sincerity, but with my penis showing signs of life. I didn’t want it, but nature does what it wants.
It was true. This closeness felt satisfying, although not in a purely sexual way but deeper, more meaningful. I never imagined sitting on the couch, simply talking and touching, could feel so sensual and emotional. Yet, here I was with my beautiful wife, just loving each other. Something inside me was shifting, something profound and intangible. I couldn’t define it, but I knew I liked it.
Unfortunately, my penis always wanted the attention. As soon as Anna’s hand rested on my thigh, a light and casual touch, my body responded quickly. My arousal stirred despite my efforts to stay calm. Suddenly, with a mischievous glint in her eye, Anna used her thumb and middle finger to flick the head of my penis, like she had done at the park. She was having none of it.
“Ouch!” I yelped, startled by the sharp sting.
She giggled, clearly delighted by my reaction, as my erection deflated almost instantly.
“Problem solved,” she said, smirking.
I chuckled nervously, rubbing the sore spot. I wondered if I was going to have a bruise there to match my ass. Her playful yet commanding nature was growing more obvious everyday. I knew she was like that at work, but I had not often seen it at home. I was beginning to think that she was going to be perfect for our FLR.
“You shouldn’t be hard when we’re just spending time together like this,” she said, her tone light but firm.
“I can’t help it,” I replied, trying to explain.
“Well, I suppose that’s where the cage will come in handy,” she said with a knowing smile. “Now, let’s focus on making love without you being hard.”
“That is going to be hard to do?” I said with concern.
“You will get another flick, if you don’t stop it,” she warned.
I moaned and did my best to force my penis to stay soft. I was mostly successful. For this reason alone, I knew I needed the cage.
“See, when you focus on me, on pleasing me… that’s love-making. It doesn’t have to be about penetration or your arousal.”
“Okay,” I said, still trying to wrap my head around the concept.
She leaned closer, her voice softening. “So, are you really going to wear a cage for me?”
“Yes,” I said earnestly. “I truly intend to, as soon as I find one that works.”
“That seems like a big thing to give up,” she said thoughtfully.
“It is,” I admitted. “It’s probably the biggest thing I’ve ever committed to. But you and our marriage are worth it.”
“But isn’t it going to be really uncomfortable? Like, what about when you get… you know, morning erections?” she asked with a knowing smile.
“I’ve thought about that,” I said. “I know it will be uncomfortable, but I also know I won’t be able to stop my old habits unless I take a drastic step. From what I have read, after a while the morning erections don’t come as often.”
She studied my face. “So you are really willing to give up something you’ve done for most of your life… you know, masturbation? For me?”
“Yes,” I answered without hesitation, though deep down I knew this would be a challenging journey.
“Hmmm,” she murmured, as if trying to gauge my sincerity.
Then Anna said, “Would you mind giving me a foot rub? Maybe that will get your mind off your penis.”
I almost said, not likely, but I smiled, eager to please her. “Sure. Why don’t I get some warm water, wash your feet, and then use some hot oil for the massage?”
“That sounds wonderful,” she replied, her voice tinged with anticipation.
I quickly got a basin of warm water and her favorite massage oil, returning to the living room with everything in hand. Sitting on the floor before her, I gently picked up one of her feet. Looking up at her, I placed a tender kiss on the top and then the bottom of her foot. The simple act of devotion sent a rush of arousal through me, and I felt my little penis stir to life. I hid it from Anna, using the water basin. Still, I started to kiss up her leg. She looked down at me and shook her head before tapping me on the head firmly. “Focus,” she said.
My face turned a bit red and I put my head down and went back to work.
When I glanced up again, I noticed a dreamy, almost blissful expression on her face. Encouraged, I lowered her foot into the warm water and began to wash it with deliberate care.
“Oh God, that feels amazing,” she murmured, almost moaning with pleasure.
As I worked, I couldn’t help but notice that Anna had leaned back on the couch, her legs slightly parted. Her shorty silk shorts had ridden up, offering me a tantalizing glimpse of paradise in the soft moonlight filtering through the room. I did my best to focus on my task, but the distraction was undeniable. I almost felt like flicking my own penis. Instead I used every trick I knew to keep my penis reasonable soft. It didn’t work.
Once I finished washing that foot, I moved to the other, repeating the same tender gestures. I kissed the top and bottom before gently lowering it into the water and cleansing it with as much care as the first. After drying both feet, I poured a small amount of the warm oil onto my hands and began to massage one foot, then the other, earning a series of contented moans from Anna. Each sound of her pleasure filled me with pride and satisfaction.
When I finished, Anna sighed contentedly. “You know, this is one of the things I want you to do regularly. In fact,” she added, a sly smile forming on her lips, “I want you to learn how to give me a proper pedicure to.”
I blinked, surprised. “Huh? Me? Really?”
“Yes,” she said, her tone firm but playful. “Learning how to do it is your assignment.”
“What exactly does a pedicure involve? Isn’t it just cutting nails?” I asked, genuinely clueless about the process.
Anna chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement at my ignorance. “It’s much more than that. You trim the nails, file them, clean the cuticles, and then paint the toenails.”
I laughed nervously. “I can’t even paint a wall without making a mess. Are you sure about this?”
Her smile shifted into a knowing smirk, one that told me this wasn’t up for debate. “I’m serious. Learn how to do it.”
“Okay,” I said, realizing there was no point in protesting. Her tone left no room for negotiation, and truthfully, the idea of pampering her this way had an odd appeal.
At this point, I had taken on a number of very personal duties for her, like shaving her legs and pussy, massaging her feet, and now pedicures. The thing was, I loved it. There was something deeply satisfying about being trusted with such intimate care.
“Well, why don’t we go all the way?” I suggested, my voice steady. “I can learn to give you full-body massages too.”
From the raised eyebrow and amused expression she gave me, I could tell she thought I was being cheeky. But I wasn’t.
“I’m serious,” I said firmly. “I’d love to give you total massages. I’ll even buy a professional massage table.”
Her look softened into a warm smile. “Okay, great. We’ll add that to your duties. And we’ll schedule them on different nights so you don’t have to rush.”
I couldn’t help but smile brightly, feeling a rush of excitement at her acceptance.
Anna leaned back slightly, her eyes locking onto mine. “I don’t know that much about this FLR thing yet, but I’m already starting to love it.”
The truth was, so was I. Every step deeper into this dynamic felt natural, fulfilling, and strangely right.
We spent the rest of the evening focusing on love-making without sex. Even though my evil penis kept trying to get hard, to my surprise, it felt deeply rewarding.
We spoke a lot about her work and the problems she was having with many of the attorney’s that she worked with. I listened closely, maybe more closely than I had ever listened to her. I actually found it fascinating. She told me things that happened or were happening at work that I never knew about. It gave me a far greater appreciation of what she had to deal with every day.
She surprised me when she took my hand and then gripping my softened penis gently in her other, led me to the bedroom. Apparently our love making session was leading to another sex session. Two in one day! She seemed to be violating her own rules now, but I wasn’t about to complain.
Of course, my arousal returned immediately, and I had to warn her a couple of times to loosen her grip to avoid an embarrassing “accident.” She complied, laughing softly at my predicament.
Once in the bedroom, she directed me to kneel at the foot of the bed. I was grateful for the position—it kept my body from pressing against anything that might push me over the edge. She lay back, spreading her legs, and I began kissing her thighs, teasing her the way I knew she liked. I pulled her shorts off, leaving her bare from the waist down.
She pulled my head closer, and I let myself become entirely focused on her. I worked with care, gently licking my way up to her smoothly shaved pussy. I savored the moment, enjoying the look, the aroma and suddenly the taste of her wet pussy. I worked my magic, making sure I didn’t miss a spot. Some of her orgasms seemed to blend into one another, her pleasure building into waves that left her gasping.
When she was satisfied, she shifted slightly and turned over on her stomach. I was surprised at first, not entirely sure what she wanted. Was she thinking about what I had done before?
I knelt between her legs as she spread them wider. Then I bent down and took a big risk, spreading her cheeks and used my tongue again. She climaxed twice more.
“Thank you,” she said softly, her voice heavy with satisfaction. Then she looked over her shoulder at me and added with a small smirk, “To the couch now. I need my rest.”
I nodded, accepting her command. As much as I was looking forward to the bed we’d discussed earlier, I knew the couch would have to do for now.
I glanced back and my heart skipped a beat when I saw her gorgeous backside highlighted by the dim lights in the room. Her legs were still slightly spread and I felt my penis growing hard again at the glorious sight. I knew that I would probably never have access to either opening again… at least with my penis, but it was mine for the having with my tongue and that was enough to make my penis rock hard by the time I closed the door.
For the first time, I decided to sleep naked. Anna hadn’t said anything about it, but it felt right. As I lay down, I reflected on the night. While much of this experience was new and uncharted for me, I realized how much closer it had brought us. I laid there with a sense of contentment, thinking of her and where this was all headed.
It took me a long time to fall asleep, but not because I was uncomfortable, but because I couldn’t stop thinking about her. My body wouldn’t calm down; my persistent arousal kept distracting me. I wanted to relieve myself, and I almost did, but somehow, I managed to resist. At that moment, I knew for certain: I needed a cage. There was no doubt in my mind.
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