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 20: Jason Explains His View of FLR, Anna Has Jason Show His Cage And The Results of Discipline, She Tells Sally How Good Jason is at Using His Mouth
“Holy fuck. This is wild. So his cock is locked up, and he never gets to put it in you?” Sally asked incredulously.
“That’s true,” Anna said. “We stopped having sex with his penis long before he got the cage. And I don’t suck him off either.”
“You don’t like sucking cock?” Sally asked.
“I do, or I used to, but with Jason being small, it’s not that enjoyable. Besides, I’ve chosen not to reward him like that anymore, except on special occasions. Though, I do miss it sometimes, even if he doesn’t,” Anna admitted.
Sally didn’t pick up on the last couple of words, but laughed and teased Anna, “Maybe you should find one of those lawyers you work with who has a big cock and suck it. You know, like that guy Michael you always talk about.”
I saw Anna’s face flush red, and it surprised me. There was that name again. For a moment, I wondered if the thought had crossed her mind.
“I’m sure there are plenty who would let me,” Anna said with a sly smile. “Maybe one day, if Jason’s really bad, I’ll punish him by sucking someone else’s cock.” She turned to me with a playful grin, but there was an edge to her tone that made me shiver.
“What do you do, if you two don’t fuck… I mean, just with an artificial cock, that seems crude?” There was a look of total disblief on Sally’s face. “What pleasure do either of you get?”
“Jason can answer that,” Anna said, turning to me.
I took a deep breath and said, “First, other than using the strap-on, I get to use my mouth on her as much as she wants. So, I get to pleasure her with my mouth and hands and the strap-on. Most importantly, I get to have her in my life… she is my life. I feel sexual excitement all day, every day, especially when I’m around her. That feeling never leaves me. My pleasure comes from giving her pleasure. Before, when I climaxed, I’d quickly lose interest in her pleasure. It’s just nature, and that’s a big problem for men.”
“Tell me about it,” Sally said sarcastically, rolling her eyes.
“Exactly,” I continued. “Think about it. Say you suck off your husband. Once he climaxes, he’s done. He won’t want to pleasure you anymore… he certainly can’t fuck you for a while at least. But if he never climaxed, he’d always be motivated to make you happy. Over time, he’d start doing it because he genuinely enjoys your pleasure, and not because he expects to get him off in return.”
Sally frowned. “I still don’t get it. That sounds crazy.”
Anna chimed in, “Jason used to do things just for physical pleasure, like fucking me or getting his penis sucked. Once he wasn’t allowed to climax, he had to learn that his pleasure comes from my pleasure. Now, he can’t enjoy it any other way and doesn’t want to. Right Jason?”
“Yes, exactly.” I added, “It’s hard to understand unless you’re in a relationship like ours. For example, if I hated eating her but did it anyway, she’d get pleasure, but I wouldn’t. Under the old way of thinking, since I didn’t enjoy it, I wouldn’t do it, at least not without a lot of cajoling. That’s how many marriages fall apart. But now, I eat her because she gets pleasure, and that gives me pleasure, too.”
“I’m still not there,” Sally said, shaking her head.
Anna smiled knowingly. “I have a lot of documentation you can read. Maybe it will help you understand.”
“Okay,” Sally replied, still skeptical.
Anna turned to me. “Tell Sally about what you don’t like about our FLR. For example, do you like being caged?”
I hesitated, then said, “Yes and no. It can be uncomfortable at times, and I used to miss climaxing… though now it’s hard to even remember what a real climax feels like… except recently.” I shot Anna a playful smile.
Anna grinned. “I did suck Jason off for the first time in forever. He was a really good boy recently. But he didn’t like it.”
“You’re shitting me… he didn’t like it?” Sally said.
“I can explain that too you later,” Anna returned.
I chuckled and continued, “But honestly, I think the cage is the key to everything. It changed my whole mindset. Before, I was rude and entitled, thinking I had a right to climax whenever I wanted. The cage taught me discipline and respect.”
“All men think fucking or getting off is their right. If they can’t get it from someone, they do it themselves,” Anna said. Anna made a hand motion as if jerking off.
Sally nodded knowingly.
I said, “Exactly. Most men are chronic masturbators. I was. It’s a waste of sexual energy, serving only themselves. After climaxing, I’d lose interest in anything else, especially her pleasure. Then I’d jerk off again, hours later or the next day, falling into the same cycle. There wasn’t even time to truly desire her, or anyone else.”
I paused and added, “But by being denied that release, I’ve learned to appreciate the constant sexual excitement that comes from not climaxing. I’m always aroused. Not because my penis is always hard, but because the excitement is in my mind now, not just my body. Women can climax multiple times and still feel sexual. Most men can’t.”
Sally nodded slowly. “Okay, I think I’m starting to understand a little more.”
Anna said, “So, you don’t particularly like the cage, but you know it keeps you in a high state of arousal, and you like that.”
“Well, that is mostly true, but I do like the cage because it represents you… I feel like your hand is on me all the time. So, I do like it now,” I said. I saw Anna smile and my heart skipped a beat.
Sally sighed. “This is still hard to believe.”
Anna added, “You should know Jason was the one who suggested the cage in the first place.”
“Really?” Sally asked, surprised. “Why on earth would you do that?”
I explained, “I knew I couldn’t stop masturbating on my own, and the cage was the only way to do it. I tried about ten different ones before I found the one I’m wearing now. It is the smallest one yet and is custom made for me.”
Surprisingly, Sally blushed and hesitated. “Can… can I see it?”
Anna laughed. “Sure! Jason, take all your clothes off. He’s required to be naked around the house anyway… unless we have guests.”
Sally’s eyes opened wide in shock.
I was just as shocked and started to say, “We have guests.” But the look from Anna stopped me.
“Why naked?” she asked.
“Because I like to see him naked and know that he’s caged. He can’t get hard, no matter how much I tease him. It’s a power thing. Besides, I make him do it because I can. Its about control,” Anna said with a smile.
My face turned beet red. I had never shown anyone but Anna the cage, or ever been in front of two women while naked. I hesitated.
“Now, Jason,” Anna said firmly.
I stood up, and pulled my shirt over my head, and then paused for a moment. I saw a look of appreciation in Sally’s eyes as she scanned my muscular chest… it had taken a lot of work… at Anna’s encouragement. Then I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my sweats, and pulled them down. I didn’t have underwear on and suddenly my cage was on full display. Before I said anything, Sally leaned in to get a closer look. It felt like I was being inspected… and I supposed I was.
“Holy fuck, that’s amazing,” Sally said. “But it looks like it would hurt.”
“It does if I try to get hard or do something physical, but most of the time, I hardly notice it. It is part of me now,” I said.
“Fuck a duck, that’s so small you can barely see your cock,” Sally said bluntly.
Anna corrected her. “We call it a penis now. It would have to be a lot bigger to qualify as a cock.”
Sally laughed. “Oh. I guess Chris has a penis, too, then.”
“Most men do,” Anna replied with a chuckle. “Most men are about five to five and a half inches.”
Sally said, “Except black men?” Then her face turned red and she giggled.
Anna looked shocked, and so was I. “Are you speaking from experience?” she asked.
“I’ll never tell,” Sally answered.
Anna’s eyebrows rose. She would find out, of that I was certain.
Sally changed the subject and said, “I love that he is entirely shaved. I’ve always hated pubic hair on men. I wish I cold get Chris to shave. Can I… uh… can I touch it?” Sounding uncharacteristically shy.
Anna laughed. “Go ahead. It won’t bite.”
Sally reached out and cupped my balls and the cage. She tilted it to look at the sides and underneath. My penis twitched, straining against its restraints.
“Holy shit,” Sally whispered. “This is wild.”
Anna said, “Look at the opening. You can see his penis expanding because you’re touching him. But it can’t actually get hard. And now, he is starting to drip.”
“Oh yes, I see that,” Sally said, leaning closer. “Do you ever let it get hard?”
“Yes, of course,” Anna replied. “There are maintenance routines that require his penis to get hard. If we never allowed that, he might lose the ability to achieve an erection, and I wouldn’t want that.”
“What kind of maintenance?” Sally asked, her curiosity clearly piqued.
“I’ll show you in a bit,” Anna said with a wink.
I couldn’t believe what was happening. I couldn’t believe that Anna was actually letting Sally fondle my caged penis, but it was right there in front of me. My face turned a deeper shade of red as more of my fluid began to appear.
Sally giggled. “Oh, I can feel it moving, and he is really starting to dribble. He’s getting excited.”
Anna smirked knowingly. “He’s always excited. What you’re seeing is just the physical manifestation of it.”
Anna turned to me. “Jason, what else don’t you like about our new life?”
Sally kept my balls and the cage cradled in her hand, waiting for my answer.
I took a deep breath and decided to be honest. “The discipline spankings. ”
Sally already knew about the spankings. She looked at Anna and said, “How often does he get punished?”
“He gets punished at least once a week for any offenses he’s accumulated. He earns demerits throughout the week, and on Saturdays, we settle accounts. It’s rare for him to have a week without at least a dozen or so.”
Sally turned her wide eyes to me. “So you don’t enjoy being punished, do you?”
“No,” I said. “The discipline isn’t for my pleasure… it’s to teach me. I know Anna enjoys it, but I never do. That said… afterward, if my cage isn’t on, I do tend to get an erection.”
“Wait, it excites you afterward?” Sally asked, her brow furrowed in confusion.
“Not during the punishment,” I clarified, “but afterward, sometimes, yes.”
“Why would you get hard after being punished?” Sally asked, baffled.
I sighed, trying to explain. “Like a lot of things we do, its hard to understand unless you are in a FLR. When I’m punished, it’s because I’ve disappointed Anna, and that hurts me emotionally. The punishment clears the air. Once it’s over, I know I’m forgiven, and the tension is gone. It’s like a reset. The excitement comes back because I know she cares enough to correct me and help me be better. It’s not about the pain, but about the release of guilt and the reconnection.”
Sally stared at me, still processing. “Do you spank him with your hand?” she asked Anna.
Anna chuckled. “No, never with my hand. That would hurt me. I have a variety of implements. As you know, I use a paddle or a hairbrush sometimes, but my favorite is the rod. It’s effective and precise.”
“Like a cane?” Sally asked, her eyes widening.
“Yes, exactly,” Anna replied. “I like to use the paddle to warm up his ass until it is a nice red. It makes it tender and makes the cane more effective.”
“This happens weekly?” Sally shifted in her seat excitedly, her interest growing.
“Usually,” Anna said. “But if something urgent comes up, I address it immediately.”
Sally’s cheeks flushed as she murmured, “I’d love to see that.”
Anna smiled. “That can be arranged. Would you like to see the results of his last punishment? He got a pretty severe spanking earlier today.”
Sally’s eyes lit up. “Oh yes, I’d love to see, can I?”
Anna turned to me, and with a resigned sigh, I turned around, exposing my marked backside to Sally. My face burned with embarrassment.
“Oh my God,” Sally gasped. “That looks like it really hurt.”
“You can see the older marks… the faded brown ones, from two days ago,” Anna explained. “The red ones are from today. Both probably still sting.”
So he got punished twice this week?” Sally asked.
“Yes, he did. He fucked up some reports that had to be filed with the court. That was pretty serious, so he got punished immediately, but that didn’t replace his normal weekly punishment.” Anna said.
Sally reached out without thinking and rubbed her fingers across one of the welts. I flinched slightly, startled more than hurt.
“It feels warm,” she murmured as she pressed the palm of her hand to my still burning cheeks.
Anna nodded. “Right after it is done, it is burning hot. Aftercare is important, however. I always apply a balm to prevent scarring. I love his cute butt too much to let it get permanently marked.”
“It is cute,” Sally admitted with a wistful tone. “Even with the stripes, or maybe especially with them.”
Anna grinned. “Discipline requires self-control. The first time, and even the second time, I spanked him, I bruised him badly. If you remember, that was the day he came to the market.”
Sally nodded. “I remember that.”
Anna continued. “He could barely sit for days, and the offense wasn’t even that serious. It taught me to be more measured. It took time to learn, but when necessary, I can still be pretty stern.”
“Why did the first one happen?” Sally asked, intrigued.
Anna laughed. “It was impulsive. Well, let me go back to two days before the market. One evening were talking about spankings while we were studying FLR online. Somehow I ended up with a hairbrush in my hand and the next thing you know I was blistering his ass. I think I gave him thirty hits.”
“Thirty-five,” I slipped in.
“Anyway, that was a pretty good spanking,” Anna said. “But then two days later, I did it again.”
“So you spanked him one evening and then just a couple days after, like the latest punishment?” Sally said.
“Yes, and that always makes the punishment much worse. Generally, I don’t want to do it again until he is mostly healed,” she said.
“He was making breakfast, and the spatula was right there. I swatted him on the butt in a whim, and it left a bright red mark, on top of what he already had. He overreacted and started yelling at me… which was very out of line. Things escalated from there.”
“It was my fault,” I added quietly.
“Regardless,” Anna continued, “I really went after him. By the time I stopped, his entire backside was swollen. It scared me, but mostly because I enjoyed it so much.”
Sally said, “I remember he was walking kind of stiff legged.”
“Exactly,” Anna said.
“So, you enjoy it?” Sally asked Anna, her voice low, with an excited tint.
“Oh, I do now,” Anna admitted. “Disciplining him is a power trip. And afterward, I’m so turned on that he always has to take care of me with his mouth.”
Sally squirmed in her seat. “Talking about this is making me so fucking horny.
