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 16: Aftercare, Jason’s Acceptance of Discipline, Jason Explains How He Feels Being Denied.

I was incredibly relieved that the discipline had stopped. On the other hand, I realized that I deserved every stroke, and more.

“Get up and service me. Now,” she commanded.

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Her tone was no longer angry but firm and filled with need. At first, I couldn’t move. My limbs felt like jelly, and my mind struggled to process her words.

“Now,” she repeated sharply. “Or you’ll get double the next time.”

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That spurred me into action. Slowly, I shifted off the ottoman. My legs wobbled, and I couldn’t find the strength to stand. Instead, I crawled to her on my hands and knees.

She had scooted to the edge of the loveseat, her pussy already glistening. Without hesitation, I dove between her legs.

She was soaking wet… flooded, even. The moment my tongue touched her, she let out a loud moan and began to climax. Her swollen clit throbbed under my tongue as I sucked and licked, driving her over the edge again and again.

Despite the lingering pain radiating from my backside, I felt myself straining to harden within the confines of the cage. The intensity of the moment, the rawness of it, had pushed us both into a kind of sexual frenzy. I lost track of how many times Anna came, each climax rolling seamlessly into the next. My trapped, aching penis was now drooling helplessly onto the cool tiles below me.

Her hands gripped my hair tightly, pulling me closer, her hips bucking against my face with desperate need. My entire world narrowed to her pleasure. Her scent, her taste, the trembling of her body, it consumed me. I gave myself over completely, driven by a single, unwavering desire: to satisfy her… to say I was sorry. The burning pain in my ass faded into the background, eclipsed by the raw intimacy of the moment.

Anna’s legs wrapped around my head, holding me firmly in place as she rode out another peak. Even as her grip loosened and her thighs relaxed, I didn’t pull away. I stayed there, my tongue and lips continuing their worshipful work until another series of shuddering climaxes overtook her. My face was soaked with her juices.


Anna finally collapsed back against the sofa, her legs splayed wide and her chest heaving with exertion and her eyes had drifted shut. For a moment, she looked completely at peace, almost as if she had fallen asleep. I laid my head gently on her bare thigh, closing my eyes and letting the stillness of the moment wash over me. My tears dripped onto there bare leg.

Fifteen minutes passed in silence, broken only by the sound of our breathing. Then, in a low, almost dreamy voice, Anna murmured, “Fuck, I needed that so much. I guess I got a little carried away. Are you alright?”

“It’s okay. It’s okay, I’m alright, really,” I said softly. “I’m sorry, this was all my fault.” My voice was hoarse, but steady. The intensity of the experience had been overwhelming, but in a strange way, I felt grateful. And relieved that she had cut the punishment short.

“Let me see,” she said, propping herself up slightly. Her eyes scanned the marks on my backside with a flicker of concern. “It’s not that bad. Just a couple of areas where the cane cut a little deeper. I’m sorry too. I let myself get out of control again.”

….As an aside, several weeks later Anna made an admission to me… it was that breaking skin during discipline was a significant turn-on for her. I tucked that knowledge away and brought it up during an intimate conversation later. I suggested that, since it excited her so much, I’d be okay with her doing it intentionally on occasion. She was initially hesitant, but with some encouragement, she agreed to try it as long as I remained comfortable with it.

I assured her it would feel like an act of love, akin to a lover’s bite. We agreed she would vary the spots to avoid lasting marks. During our next maintenance session, she introduced it into our routine. The effect on her was immediate; she was noticeably more aroused afterward, which I didn’t think was possible…

Anna didn’t acknowledge my apology, but that was okay. I said, “It’s okay… the… the important thing is, do you feel better now?”

Anna froze for a moment, her expression softening as she stared down at me. She seemed genuinely surprised, startled that I was more concerned about her well-being than my own.

It hit me then, as the silence settled between us: I was truly changing. Just a few weeks ago, my first instinct would have been self-pity or indignation. My first thoughts would have been about me… about how much it hurt, about whether I was being treated fairly.

But now… none of that seemed to matter.

All that mattered was her. Her happiness, her satisfaction, her peace.

“Why did you do that? Why did you provoke me when you knew I was tense and angry?” Anna asked softly, her voice carrying the weight of exhaustion and lingering concern.

“Because you needed it,” I replied without hesitation.

“What? You really wanted me to punish you?” she said, her eyes widening with surprise.

“Yes, and no… I just knew I needed to do something. It was probably stupid, and I know I went too far. I was totally insensitive to what you were going through. I guess I really struck a nerve,” I said.

“From the looks of your ass, I would say I struck some nerves too,” Anna said with a wry smile.

“I’ve done that before… you know make you mad so you will spank me. It always changes your attitude. You let all the pent-up anger and stress pour out of you. Look at you now, you’re like a rag doll,” I said gently, offering a small smile in return.

“That’s crazy, Jason. Do you know what I could have done to you with that cane if I hadn’t cut it short?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

“I thought I knew,” I said calmly. “But I think in the end,” (using the word “end” as a double entendre intentionally)  it was worth it. Besides, you were going to punish me for losing my job anyway… sooner or later.” I smiled faintly and added, “You needed this. You needed to let it all out on someone safe. Better me than your bosses at work. We can’t have two unemployed people in this family.”

Anna’s expression softened. She reached out, cupped my face in her hands, and kissed me tenderly on the lips. “Thank you. You are a wonderful person, my husband, but don’t ever do that again.”

“I won’t,” I said sincerely.

I heard a small sigh escape her lips, as if the weight of her job and responsibilities had settled back onto her shoulders.

“Let me get you some cream,” she said with a weak smile, already rising to her feet.

“No, that can wait,” I said firmly. “I want you to make love to me. Let’s sit on the sofa and just be together. We both need it.”

She hesitated. “You want to have cuddle after that?” She looked truly confused.

“Yes. I want to make love. I want you to hold me and I want to hold you,” I said, tears still misty in my eyes.

Her eyes widened briefly before softening with understanding. “Oh,” she said quietly. “I understand now.”

It was an important moment and one that would define our relationship. She needed care, and so did I. For different reasons, but with the same psychological and emotional benefits.

We rose together, and she got a few towels before guiding me to the sofa. I winced as I sat down, but I refused to let the pain overshadow this moment.

As she settled beside me, I whispered, “I’ll recover from this beating, just like I always do. Don’t feel guilty. I’m a strong man. My years of karate training taught me how to withstand pain, and I think it served me well today. I could have stopped you if I wanted to. But the truth is, this was as much for me as it was for you.”

I pulled her gently into my arms and said softly, “I love you so much.”

She rested her forehead against mine, her eyes glistening with emotion. “I love you too. But it’s strange… that you can say that after what I just did.”

“My love for you is exactly why I did it,” I explained. “And your love for me? That’s why you didn’t cast me aside. It’s why you agreed to my desire for an FLR. I wanted this, Anna. And now I know…I need it. Maybe with just a little less force,” I joked.

“But let’s forget all this for now,” I said, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. “Let’s just… make love.”

Anna nestled into me, her body fitting perfectly against mine. We lay there in the stillness, wrapped in the quiet intimacy of gentle touches and whispered breaths. Her fingers traced slow patterns across my chest, while I softly caressed her neck.

After about an hour of hugging and caressing, I broke the comfortable silence. “So, what’s the plan for Saturday? Going to a flea market again?” I teased.

Anna laughed, the sound light and musical… the first real laugh I’d heard from her all evening. “I think you’d rather have another beating than do that again.”

“Uh… not really,” I replied with a grin. “But there are definitely other things I’d rather do.”

“Like what?” she asked, her voice taking on a playful edge.

“Well,” I began hesitantly, “maybe we could stay home Saturday and talk. Then later… maybe I could, uh… watch some football?”

She raised an eyebrow, her smirk both amused and teasing. “What, you’re going to ignore me and watch football all day?”

“Okay, okay, just one game,” I said quickly, holding up my hands in mock surrender.

Her smirk softened into a warm smile. “Deal.”

I pressed on, feeling bold. “Can you take a break from your work? I’ll make you a nice breakfast, and we can try out some more of the cages to decide which ones we like best. Then I’ll give you a massage, and maybe we could have a picnic at the park… or whatever else you want to do.”

“I don’t have that much left to do. Maybe a couple of hours. But I will make time for us,” she said, sealing our agreement with a soft kiss.

After a moment, her eyes twinkled with mischief. “Speaking of cages, let me have a look.”

I grinned and stood up in front of her. Anna pulled me closer between her legs, her warm hands reaching out to cup the cage encasing me.

“Is it comfortable?” she asked, her voice soft but inquisitive.

“Actually, it kind of is. I’ve been wearing it off and on for a few days… just not when you were home,” I admitted.

Her brow furrowed slightly. “Why not when I was home?”

“I didn’t want to distract you while I was rotating cages to see which one fit the best,” I said honestly.

She ran her thumb gently over my exposed and protruding balls, her touch sending a shiver through me. “Isn’t it going to hurt when you wear it with clothes? You know, with the material rubbing against your balls?”

“Not really with clothes,” I explained. “But if I’m not careful and cross my legs the wrong way… yeah, it can send a jolt. I’ll just have to ‘man spread’ all the time. That’s kind of why we do it, isn’t it?”

Anna laughed loudly, her head tilting back slightly. Then, with a wicked glint in her eye, she gave the cage a playful shake. “I like it. And look… you’re dripping.”

“Because of you handling it,” I shot back with a grin.

“Oh, so it’s my fault?” she teased, giving the cage another shake, this time with a gentle tug that pulled a soft moan from me.

I met her eyes, my voice low and steady. “Let me pleasure you again.”

“I thought we were making love, not sex?” she said with a gentle smile.

“We can make an exception,” I returned.

“Are you trying to kill me?” she asked, her grin wide and eyes shining with amusement.

“Only with love,” I replied smoothly.

Her smile softened into something warmer, and without another word, she pulled her top over her head, revealing her beautiful bare breasts and leaving her naked.

I leaned forward, my lips finding her neck as I began kissing a trail downward. My tongue traced soft patterns across her collarbone before I reached her chest, lavishing her with slow, deliberate affection. Anna’s soft moans filled the air, her hands weaving into my hair as I worshipped her breasts with my mouth.

When I finally pulled back, our eyes met, both of us breathing heavily, our faces flushed. I grinned mischievously.

“Now,” I said, my voice low and gravely, “I want to pleasure that sweet pussy again.”

Anna’s laughter bubbled up again, but it was quickly replaced by a soft sigh of pleasure as I began to fulfill my promise.

When I was done, I counted fifteen climaxes already today. My wonderful wife was insatiable, and so was I, but now I could deliver the pleasure she so desired and needed. Since starting the FLR, I had climaxed exactly once, while Anna was approaching at least a hundred. It wasn’t a competition. It was me getting my pleasure by pleasuring her. It had now become my focus, and I found more fulfillment in her satisfaction than in my own release.

When we could move we went into the bathroom so Anna could put cream on my wounded backside. After examining the welts more thoroughly, she decided we needed something better than the cream she had. She volunteered to go to the store to consult with a pharmacist.

A while later, she returned with a new cream designed to numb the pain and promote healing. I made dinner while she took her usual bubble bath. Later, we made love on the sofa again. My little guy started to stir in his cage, straining against the confines. Anna giggled as she shook it gently and said, “That’s not going to get fully hard anymore unless I allow it.”

“That’s fine with me,” I said sincerely.

“Really?” she asked with disblief.

“Yes. I haven’t earned a release and I am not sure I want one. I like this feeling,” I said.

“You like to feel frustrated?” she asked skeptically.

“I don’t really feel frustrated. I feel excitement … well not exactly excitement. I feel … I don’t know how to say it. I feel love, contentment maybe. I can’t really explain it yet. I want to climax, but I don’t want this feeling to end, even for a minute,” I said.

“That’s amazing,” she said.

We spent the rest of the evening again watching chick flicks, which, in my opinion, was almost worse than the spanking. Eventually, she surprised me by suggesting, “Why don’t you sleep in my bed tonight?”

“No,” I replied, shaking my head. “It’s against your rules.”

“Well, I make the rules, and I can change them,” she said with a hint of defiance.

I looked at her earnestly. “Listen, if you do this, it’ll only be because you feel guilty about spanking me.”

“Beating,” she corrected.

“Beating,” I echoed. “But if you let me back in your bed because of guilt, it won’t be for the right reasons. When you truly want me there again, then you can order it, and I’ll gladly come.”

She paused, considering my words. “Okay, you win,” she said reluctantly. “But you get ten demerits for disobeying me.”

“I accept that,” I said with a slight smile.

Later, in her bed, I pleasured her to multiple climaxes. She seemed to have an endless capacity for pleasure, and my caged erection throbbed painfully, but it was a pain I welcomed.

When she fell into an exhausted sleep, I headed back to my bed and even with the pain I fell into an exhausted sleep as well.

Continue to Chapter 17

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