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.
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.”…
