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 18: Anna Increases Her Dominance, Song “Go On, Take Forever,” Anna Gives Jason A Blowjob, Jason Explains Why He Didn’t Enjoy It
Later that day, Anna handed me a floor scrub brush and some cleanser. “Start with my bathroom,” she ordered. She walked me in and pointed to the floor.
I knew that the bathroom floor wasn’t really in need of a scrubbing. She was making her point very clear. I would do what she said or else. I dropped to my knees and began scrubbing around the toilet. The work was tedious, and the hard floor quickly made my knees ache. I heard her approach, and when I glanced up, she was standing in the doorway, her arms crossed, leaning casually against the frame. Like always now she was wearing a tiny top, emphasizing her breasts, and a pair of skimpy panties. She knows what that does to me.
“How’s your ass feeling?” she asked, a hint of amusement in her tone. “It looks beautiful and perfect from here.”
“Well,” I replied, pausing to rub my sore knees, “the pain in my knees is helping me forget about the pain in my ass. Could I use a mat?”
She considered for a moment. “You can fold a bath towel and use that. Now get back to work.”
With that, she left, her shoes tapping softly against the floor as she returned to her office. I hazarded a quick glance at her ass as she left. When she turned around and caught me, she just smiled. I knew I was allowed to look at her all I wanted, and that thrilled me.
That evening, we made love again… the closeness an ever present comfort to me and I knew we were doing okay. Later, as I sat on a cushion to ease the pain of my bruised backside, I couldn’t help but smile. The bathrooms sparkled like never before, and I felt a strange sense of satisfaction… despite my aching knees.
Then she left to return to the privacy of her bedroom. I was called in later to take care of her, as she casually read a book, at least until she couldn’t take it anymore and climaxed… several times.
For the next month, life settled into a comfortable routine. I was disciplined weekly, sometimes harshly, depending on the number of demerits I’d accumulated. Each day, Anna removed the cage to inspect me, tease me, and deny me sexual release. Occasionally, this led to a ruined orgasm, but more often, it was simply a way for me to learn control and stay perpetually aroused. In all that time, I had zero climaxes. Anna, on the other hand, had dozens and dozens… maybe a hundred.
The custom-made cage I ordered had not yet arrived, so I continued wearing the smaller, temporary one. Over time, the cage began to feel like an extension of my body. While it wasn’t entirely comfortable, I learned to live with the minor discomfort.
Strangely, I noticed changes in myself, both mentally and, perhaps, physically. I no longer craved sexual release in the way I once had. I couldn’t believe it, but I actually started to enjoy the feeling associated with denial. It wasn’t that my desire had diminished… far from it. My sexual desire for Anna had grown exponentially and was constant and all-consuming… there was hardly a moment I didn’t think of her. And when she was in visual sight, I couldn’t stop looking at her. They say men think of sex about 20 times a day… I thought about Anna more than that, and it wasn’t even close.
One evening, as we snuggled together after making love, Anna said, “I have to admit, I love our new relationship. I can see how much we’ve both changed, for the better. It feels like we’re closer than we’ve ever been. How do you feel about it?”
The question was easy to answer now. Of course, we’d checked in with each other before, but this time I felt ready to truly articulate my thoughts. I had done some soul-searching, and I finally understood how I felt about everything.
“Anna,” I began, “I’ve always known, from the day we met, that you were the best thing that ever happened to me. That hasn’t changed. My feelings have only grown stronger.”
She smiled, her eyes warm. She didn’t say anything and let me talk.
“It’s more than that, though,” I continued. “Something inside me has shifted, and I’ve been trying to put it into words. There is one word that we have spoken several times on this journey… it is ‘forever’. I want all of this to be forever, everything. I think that sums it all up. There’s a country song I love that captures how I feel about you now. I memorized the lyrics, and I’m going to put them on a plaque so we can hang them on the wall, if you’ll let me. The song is called “Take Forever.”
I recited the lyrics:
“‘Pretty quick we were in deep, we were in love, in over my head, but my mind was made up.
Took a few months of time and a half to save up a little coffee can cash, to take a chance, take a knee and promise you all of me.
So, take my T-shirts, take my time, all the best days of my life—Sunday mornings, Friday nights. Take all the covers on the bed, take my heart, girl, take my breath… Everything you take, you make it better. So go on, take forever.
So, this is it, take it in. When the world gets hard, girl, remember this feeling we’ve got—how strong it is. Life can take a lot, but it can’t take this.
So take my hand and hold on tight. Don’t your name look good with mine?
I’m gonna love you my whole life. Everything you take, you make it better. Go on, take forever.’”
When I finished, I saw tears streaming down Anna’s cheeks.
“That’s beautiful,” she said, her voice trembling with emotion. “It’s perfect. I love you so much.” She kissed me passionately, her hands cradling my face.
Then she pulled back, looking deep into my eyes. “You’re an amazing man. I don’t know if I deserve you.”
I smirked playfully and said, “I know.”
She slapped my arm lightly and laughed. “Can I do something for you?” she asked, sliding her hand toward my groin.
“That wouldn’t be right. It would violate our agreement,” I said, shaking my head.
Anna looked into my eyes with determination. “I make the rules, and I can break them. Tonight, I’m going to do something for you that I haven’t done in a very long time.”
Reaching up, she removed the key from around her neck and unlocked the cage. My penis sprang free, the sensation of being released both strange and exhilarating, as always.
Without hesitation, Anna dropped to her knees in front of me. Lowering her head, she took me into her mouth. The warmth and skill of her movements made me gasp, my body reacting instantly. I looked down at her beautiful face, her eyes meeting mine with an intensity that was both tender and commanding. It was almost surreal to believe that she had me in her mouth.
Unfortunately, like always, the sensation was overwhelming, and it didn’t take long before I was on the edge. I instinctively tried to pull her away, but she held firm, determined. She continued until I climaxed completely, releasing into her mouth… and she didn’t stop until I was completely empty.
The climax was intense… more powerful than I expected, but as it subsided, I felt… off. It wasn’t the satisfaction I’d imagined. Instead, I was struck by a strange emptiness, as though something vital had been taken away. Maybe there were other men who felt this way… or maybe it was just me.
Anna’s brows furrowed slightly as her smile faded, her expression was a mix of curiosity and uncertainty. “Are you okay?” she asked, her voice soft but tinged with concern.
“I’m not sure,” I admitted, exhaling slowly. “I’ve never felt like this after… finishing.”
“Wasn’t it good?” she pressed, her eyes searching mine.
“It was incredible, amazing,” I said truthfully. “But now that it’s over, I feel… empty. It’s hard to describe, but it’s not a feeling I like.”
“You don’t like the afterglow?” she asked, her head tilting slightly in confusion.
I shook my head. “Men don’t really experience afterglow the same way women do. For us, it’s like flipping a switch. The desire shuts off completely. The satisfaction is there, sure, but the craving, the intensity, it’s just… gone. And I think I finally understand something I didn’t before.”
“What’s that?” she asked, leaned in slightly.
“I think I get why men in Female-Led Relationships embrace teasing and denial,” I said, my voice steadying as the realization solidified in my mind. “Climaxing ends the tension that keeps a relationship exciting. In most relationships, that tension fades over time because of routine and predictability. But when a FLR includes denial, it keeps the excitement alive, the fire burning. And it’s not just for the man, I think it affects the woman just as much. Knowing she controls all of it, that she dictates the pace and the outcome, must be just as exhilarating. The teasing, the denial, even the discipline excite her in a different way, but they keep both partners engaged. Both are critical in the relationship.”
Anna’s lips pressed into a thin line as she absorbed my words. Her brows drew together slightly, a flicker of intrigue shadowing her initial hesitation. “I’m still not sure I completely follow.”
We sat down, and I reached for her hand, threading my fingers gently through hers. “It’s hard to put into words,” I admitted, my voice soft. “It’s something you have to experience to truly understand. Teasing and denial… it’s not just about control. It’s about the hunger, the craving, that every man feels for a woman he desires.”
I exhaled, trying to make her see what I felt so deeply. “The feeling of always wanting you, always yearning for you, is so much more powerful, so much more fulfilling, than the fleeting satisfaction of release. It’s like falling in love all over again. That churning in your stomach, the rapid heartbeat whenever you think of your partner… it’s indescribable. But for most, that intensity fades as the newness wears off, taking the spark with it.”
I tightened my hold on her hand. “But in a true FLR, where male release is denied for a period, or even ‘forever,’ that passion doesn’t fade. It deepens, grows stronger, more profound. I feel the same way about you now as I did when we first met. That urgency, that rapid heartbeat, that undeniable pull… it’s still there. Maybe even stronger than before.”
Anna studied me for a long moment, then tilted her head slightly, a slow smile forming. “So, what you’re saying is… the more I deny you, the more obsessed you become?”
A rush of warmth surged through me at her teasing tone. “Something like that.”
Her thumb grazed over my knuckles, a deliberate, thoughtful touch. “And you think that excites me too?”
I nodded. “Yes. Maybe in a different way, but yes. The control, the anticipation, knowing exactly how much I want you and that you have the power to grant or withhold it has to be intoxicating… in my humble opinion.”
She didn’t respond immediately, but the spark in her eyes told me she was beginning to understand.
Her eyes softened as the weight of my words settled over her. “But… doesn’t being denied drive you crazy?”
I chuckled softly. “That’s the thing… it’s supposed to. For men, once we climax, everything just stops. But with denial, it’s like being in a constant state of anticipation. That energy, that need, it doesn’t fade. It’s exhilarating. It’s like living on the edge of desire all the time. If I had to compare it to something… it’s like reaching a higher state of awareness. If I were a Buddhist, I’d probably call it Nirvana. But being in that state all the time.”
Anna’s lips slowly curved into a thoughtful smile. “That’s… actually really profound.”
“I think the concept FLR is profound and its foundation is in female control of the man’s sexual release. Once you have that, it changes everything,” I said softly, leaning closer and pressing a tender kiss to her hand. “And I wouldn’t trade the feeling I get from teasing and denial for anything in the world.”
A spark flickered in her eyes as her smile grew. “You know… I think I get it. It does excite me to tease and deny you and especially disciplining you, something that really surprises me. The thought of those things keeps me excited, knowing that I control it… that I control you.”
“You got it, I think,” I said with a confident smile. “But to make sure, let me show you.”
Anna looked curious as I took her hand and led her to the bedroom. Moments later, my head was buried between her legs. She was already wet from our conversation and the lingering thrill of dominance from earlier. Her moans filled the air as I worked my tongue and lips with practiced precision. My caged penis strained against its confines, pulsing with frustrated arousal. She climaxed quickly, her body trembling beneath me.
Instead of staying between her thighs, I lifted my head and looked into her eyes. “How do you feel?” I asked softly.
“Amazing… wonderful,” she gasped, reaching for my head, trying to pull me back down.
I resisted momentarily and said, “You see? You’re still in bliss, and there’s no downtime. Now, you’re ready again.”
“Yes,” she confirmed breathlessly, tugging me back between her thighs.
I resumed my work, but after each climax, I paused and asked, “How do you feel now?”
Eventually, she let out an exasperated sigh. “Fine. Now get back to work,” she ordered, her tone playful yet commanding.
Obediently, I continued working the entire area with my mouth and tongue. Over time, I brought her to six intense climaxes, each one leaving her breathless and trembling. Finally, she pushed my head away, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
“Why did you stop me?” I asked with a teasing smile.
“Because I’m exhausted,” she said with a laugh, looking at me like I was a clueless child.
“But what if you weren’t exhausted? Could you still climax?” I asked, my curiosity genuine.
She paused for a moment, overcoming her irritation from my continued questions. “Yes, sure. In fact, I can still feel little tremors in my pussy.”
I nodded thoughtfully. “I’ve never felt that way, at least not before I was caged and denied. For the past couple of months, before I climaxed tonight, I felt like that all the time. And now that I’m caged again, I’ll get it back, but I probably couldn’t climax again until tomorrow. But because I am caged again, my penis is pulsing inside the cage, and even when it’s not trying to get hard, I can still feel that sexual excitement, that yearning. My penis doesn’t have to be hard to feel good.”
Anna’s expression shifted as realization dawned on her. Her lips parted slightly, her brows lifting as if a light had just clicked on in her mind.
“It seems like, in some ways, what you’re feeling is better than what I feel,” she said slowly, her voice thoughtful.
“Yes, it might be, but I can’t imagine how you feel right now,” I agreed. “There are no spectacular highs or crushing lows when I am denied. It’s a constant feeling of excitement and yearning. When I used to have releases, that is just what it was, a release… the excitement was released, gone. But now, I never lose it.”
The silence stretched between us for a moment before her face broke into a look of pure understanding.
“Wow. I get it now,” she said softly, her voice filled with awe.
I leaned forward, kissed her gently on the lips, and whispered, “I am going to sleep and have sweet dreams of you. Good night.” Then I stood, smiled at her one last time, and headed to my room.
