My Journey Into A Loving Female Led Relationship: Chapter 21

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.

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Chapter 21 Sally Lets Jason Pleasure Her With His Mouth, Tells Her About Tease And Denial

Anna’s eyes sparkled. “Well, Jason’s tongue is right there if you’re interested.”

Both Sally and I froze. I didn’t think I heard her correctly. Our eyes were wide with shock.

“I couldn’t,” Sally stammered. “I couldn’t cheat on Chris.”

Anna smiled slyly. “Come on Sally, it wouldn’t be the first time. I remember quite a few times you cheated on him in college. I am not sure about afterward.”

Sally’s face turned red and she couldn’t deny that something had happened, even after they were married. Anna would find out.

“Besides, it’s not cheating if it’s just his tongue,” Anna said. “There’s no emotional connection between the two of you, and Chris never has to know.”

Sally bit her lip, hesitating. “I don’t know…”

Anna leaned in closer. “He’s amazing, and he really gets into it. In fact, he has a special little thing he does for me.”

“What?” Sally asked.

Anna leaned over and whispered something to Sally and I surmised from her shocked look what it was about.

“Oh my,” Sally said with a giggle.

“He likes doing it, so don’t worry,” Anna said.

Sally groaned softly. “Oh my God. Fuck it. It’s been too long since I’ve had a good pussy eating… and Chris is pretty worthless with his mouth. Yes. I’d love it.”

Anna grinned. “Right here or in the bedroom?”

“Here is fine,” Sally said, already slipping off her pajama pants quickly and spreading her legs.

I sucked in my breath as Sally revealed herself. She was clearly excited. Her pussy was beautiful… shaven and glistening with juices. I looked at Anna just to confirm that she really wanted me to do this. She nodded.

Determined not to disappoint Anna, I resolved to give Sally the best experience possible. Gently, I lifted her legs and placed them on my shoulders. She was already moaning softly in anticipation. I began by kissing her thighs, slowly working my way upward, teasing her skin with my lips and tongue before moving back downward to prolong the moment.

When I was done with her thighs, I moved to her center. I started slow, licking the soft skin without venturing inside. Occasionally, I nibbled on her outer lips or sucked them lightly into my mouth, eliciting sharp gasps from Sally.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, he is good,” she gasped, her voice filled with pleasure.

Finally, I moved lower, dipping my tongue into the pool of juices at her entrance. Slowly, I pushed my tongue inside, exploring her opening. Suddenly, and much sooner than I anticipated, Sally began to climax.

“Fuckkkkk, fuckkkkk,” she cried out, her thighs clamping around my head as she held me tightly against her pulsing core.

I kept my tongue moving, guiding her through the waves of pleasure until her breathing began to steady. Then, I continued, starting a slow journey upward, licking ever so slowly, flicking my tongue as I moved. Each time I neared her pleasure center, I paused and retreated, drawing out her anticipation.

When I reached the top, I pulled back and flicked my tongue gently around her clit. Her hips bucked wildly into my face, and her moans grew louder. She was desperate for more.

Finally, I reached up, spread her lips, and revealed her pleasure button to my eyes and my tongue. I pressed my tongue against it firmly, and Sally immediately climaxed again. Her body convulsed as I gently lapped at her sensitive button, helping her ride out the intense contractions.

As her breathing slowed, I didn’t stop. Instead, I teased it even more with the tip of my tongue, circling and flicking it lightly again.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me… fuck, fuck,” she gasped as another orgasm tore through her.

This time, I didn’t pull back. I kept working on her, building her up again. I lost track of time and the number of climaxes she had as I slipped into a trance-like state, like I often do with Anna, my focus entirely on pleasuring her. The rest of the world disappeared. I could feel her body against my face, taste her juices on my tongue, and hear the sounds of her cries of pleasure… they seemed far away. My caged penis throbbed painfully, straining against its confines, but I ignored it, this was for her pleasure, not mine. Still, I surrendering myself completely to the act.

When Sally thought I was done, I lifted her legs higher and moved my tongue lower. I found her rear hole and began to tickle it.

“Oh fuck, he’s doing it,” Sally gasped. “I never… oh… no ones ever…” she hissed. As I pushed my tongue inside, she started to climax again, bucking her hips so much I had to hold on in order to continue licking her, forcing my tongue as deep as it would go. Sally went over the top several more times before her hips fell back to the sofa.

At some point, Sally stopped moving, but I didn’t notice right away. I was too lost in my rhythm, in the sensations and the moment.

I felt Anna’s hand on my shoulder and I realized Sally was limp. Anna was holding her in her arms, gently stroking her hair.

“She passed out,” Anna said calmly, smiling with a gleam of satisfaction in her eyes. “Thank you. I’m proud of you. Now, go get a cold washcloth.”

I could tell from the gleam in her eyes that she was proud of me.

I hurried to the bathroom, splashing cold water onto a washcloth. Catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I saw my face was completely coated in her juices. I quickly grabbed a towel, wiped myself clean, and returned to the living room.

By the time I got back, Sally’s eyes were fluttering open. She looked dazed, her expression one of pure disbelief.

“What the fuck happened?” she murmured, her voice weak.

“You passed out,” Anna said with a satisfied smile.

“Holy shit,” she said. “Fuck, that’s never happened to me before. Your husband almost killed me.”

“He can do that,” Anna replied, throwing me a wink.

Sally laughed. “I can’t believe how good that was. I’ve never experienced anything like it. You’ve got a gem there, Anna.”

Anna laughed and said, “Get us some more wine, Jason.”

I hurried to the kitchen, grabbed two glasses of wine, and brought them back. Anna and Sally accepted. Sally was now sitting upright, looking more composed.

Sally glanced at my caged penis, then said, “I think every man should be caged if they’re like your husband.”

“I agree,” Anna said. “It’s amazing how much a man can change when you restrict his climaxes. Jason is so attentive now. It’s like he gets excited just seeing me, no matter what I look like. I could have my hair in curlers, wearing an old robe with a face mask on, and he’d still look at me like I’m the most beautiful woman in the world. What woman wouldn’t want that?”

“So this is what a female lead marriage looks like?” Sally said.

“Well, it is for us,” Anna confirmed.

“But isn’t it cruel to lock him up and never let him have a full release? I know what you two have said, but I don’t know if I could do that,” Sally said, her brow furrowed with concern. “I mean, I gotta have my cock.”

Anna smiled gently, her tone firm yet understanding. “You have to shift your mindset. Remember, Jason was the one who suggested the FLR in the first place. He did his research on chastity cages, discipline, the whole dynamic. He decided this was what he wanted,” she said, glancing down at me for confirmation.

I nodded silently. There wasn’t anything more I could add.

“He convinced me it would be the best thing for both him and our relationship,” Anna continued. “I’ll admit, it wasn’t an easy adjustment. I always believed in an equal partnership, and the idea of locking up his penis felt… well, foreign. And discipline? That was something I never imagined myself doing.”

“I don’t know if I could do that… you know, spanking or whatever,” Sally said.

“Sally, you are a lot like me in many ways. I am betting you could get into it. The power, the control… it turned me on in a way I never expected. That said, I would never have done it if Jason hadn’t wanted it first. This FLR thing only works because of mutual trust and consent. The bottom line is, he doesn’t want to be released, and now I wouldn’t do it, even if he wanted it. I know what is best for him… and me.”

Sally shook her head in amazement. “It really seems to work for you guys. I’m going to have to figure out how to explore this with Chris.”

Anna nodded. “The truth is, he has to initiate it.”

“How do I make that happen?” Sally asked.

“I’m not sure,” Anna said thoughtfully, “but as I said earlier, I have a lot of information that might help you get started.”

“I absolutely do want to learn more,” Sally said.

“If you really want to try a FLR, Jason and I are more than willing to help,” Anna said to Sally.

“Let me think more about it,” Sally said.

“Fair enough,” Anna said. Then she changed the subject.

Anna looked at Sally with a smile. “Would you agree that Jason’s been a good boy today. And in FLR, good boys deserve rewards.  Don’t you think he deserves a reward?”

My ears perked up at her words, and Sally grinned. “Yes, absolutely.”

“As I mentioned earlier, one of the things you have to do with a caged lover is maintenance,” Anna explained.

“Maintenance? Like discipline?” Sally asked.

Anna shook her head, her expression firm yet thoughtful. “You will have to wait a bit on that,” Anna said. “Of course, discipline is important, but maintenance goes beyond that it’s also about his physical health. The prostate and testicles require regular stimulation to stay functional. They produce testosterone, sperm, and other vital chemicals. Without some form of release, a man’s levels can drop due to factors like age, diet, environmental conditions, or inactivity. Stimulating the system helps maintain balance. But perhaps the most critical aspect of maintenance is keeping him in a heightened state of arousal all the time. This is key to ensuring his focus remains on you, and you alone. I can’t emphasize this enough: his arousal is everything. We call the process ‘tease and denial.’”

Sally leaned forward, clearly captivated. “So, what does that look like in practice?” she asked.

Anna smiled knowingly. “For Jason, I make it a point to tease him regularly. I’ll stroke him for about 15 minutes, at least a few times a week, sometimes longer, depending on my mood or how many days it’s been since his last maintenance session. This routine keeps his body active, stimulating testosterone production and maintaining overall health.”

“Do you ever let him finish?” Sally asked, her curiosity piqued.

Anna laughed. “No, not in the way you’re thinking. I bring him right to the edge, over and over, but I never allow a full release. Denying him signals his body to keep producing sperm and hormones, which is the primary goal. Occasionally, I will allow a ruined orgasm to release some fluid, so he doesn’t get ‘blue balls’, but even then, it’s controlled and deliberate. The real focus is on the stimulation and maintaining that delicate balance.”

Sally tilted her head. “I heard men can get blue balls, but I never really thought it was true. Explain to me again why you don’t let him climax fully?”

“Jason and I just recently had that conversation after I gave him a blowjob. Basically he doesn’t want a full release, because a full orgasm disrupts the process,” Anna explained. “It leaves him lethargic and less focused on pleasing me. The goal is to keep him in a constant state of arousal and euphoria, where he’s always excited to serve me. That’s the magic of this system.”

Sally nodded slowly. “That makes sense. But what’s a ruined orgasm?”

Anna smiled. “First, it is not really ruined, per se. It’s when the orgasm is cut short. Instead of a full release, the fluid dribbles out, and dribble is the key word. The sensation is minimal, barely a fraction of what a full climax feels like. He stays unsatisfied, so the arousal continues. It’s effective and keeps everything working as it should without disrupting the balance. So he releases some prostate fluid and some sperm, which helps with ‘blue balls’. But, because it is not a full and satisfying climax, we have to use ice on his penis because his erection won’t go down.”

Sally laughed loudly.

Anna continued. “As I explained, just the other day, I insisted on giving him a full blowjob. It was a big mistake that I only came to realize when Jason told me how he felt afterward. He didn’t like it!”

“That’s crazy. I know what you said, but I can’t believe any man wouldn’t want a  blowjob?” Sally stated again.

“Well, let’s not get hung up on that now. Jason can explain it later and do a far better job. Right now, I can show you a major part of how this all works.

“This so interesting… and exciting,” Sally said, her curiosity growing.

“As I said, maintenance is critical to keeping the process going,” Anna explained. “It took me a long time to perfect it, and just as long to train Jason. He had to learn to identify exactly when he’s at his peak, when he’s just seconds away from climax. That’s when he has to tell me to hold. I decide how long the teasing goes on, and sometimes I’ll take him to the edge ten times in a single session. That’s a bit extreme and completely exhausts him, but it’s effective. If he messes up and doesn’t warn me in time, there’s a severe caning waiting for him. Let’s just say he’s become very in tune with his body,” Anna said with a sly smile.

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