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 22: Anna Lets Sally Perform Tease and Denial On Jason, Jason Uses His Mouth on Both Women All Night, Sally And Jason Have a Heart to Heart.
“Let’s get started.” Anna patted the space on the sofa between her and Sally. “Come here, Jason, and sit with us.”
I hesitated, unsure of what was about to unfold, but I obeyed. Sitting between them, my thigh brushed against Sally’s bare skin, sending an involuntary shiver down my spine. My emotions wavered somewhere between excitement and intimidation.
Sally’s gaze fell to my caged penis, and she let out a soft chuckle. Reaching down, she gave the cage a light, teasing squeeze. “Poor little thing, all locked up,” she said with a mischievous grin. She was clearly enjoying herself.
Anna leaned in, her voice calm but commanding. “Why don’t you unlock the cage so we can begin teasing and denying him properly?”
Sally’s eyes lit up. “Oh yes, I have a key.” She giggled and reached into her top, pulling out a small key hanging from a chain.
I noticed that she’d been wearing it all day, and I’d seen it more than once. Still, seeing her hold it now sent a rush of nervous anticipation through me. I assumed that she would take it off once she got home… or face questions from her husband.
With deliberate movements, Sally lifted my caged penis, slid the key into the lock, and turned it. The mechanism clicked softly, and a moment later, she removed the cage, leaving the ball ring in place.
My freed erection sprang out like a pop-up greeting card, eliciting a playful laugh from Sally. “Well, look at that,” she said, amused.
“He’s an anxious little guy, isn’t he?” Sally said.
“It’s been a couple of days since he has been teased and denied,” Anna returned.
“Do I take that off too?” she asked looking at the ball ring.
“You can do it either way, but let’s just leave it, that way we don’t have to squeeze his little balls back into the ring,” Anna said with clear amusement.
Sally giggled. He’s about the same size as Chris… around five inches.”
Anna nodded. “When we started, he was 5.5 inches. He’s a little under five now.”
“Wait, it’s shrinking?” Sally asked in surprise.
“Yes, long-term confinement can cause some shrinkage,” Anna said nonchalantly. “They say it comes back, but it doesn’t matter, he doesn’t need it for penetration anymore.”
“Wow,” Sally murmured. “So, you’re never letting him inside you again?”
“No, not unless we decide to have kids,” Anna replied with a shrug.
Anna handed Sally a bottle of lube. “Here, why don’t you take his little guy into your hand? Just hold it gently because he’s very sensitive right now. We don’t want an accident, do we Jason?”
“No,” I said right away.
Anna giggled. “An accident requires discipline.”
Sally smiled and wrapped her fingers around me. I moaned softly, and a bead of pre-cum dripped from the tip. “Oh, look, he is dripping already.”
“I call that his little penises’ tears,” Anna said. “It’s crying because it knows he will not be climaxing tonight, or maybe ever again.”
“Never?” Sally said in surprise.
Anna just shook her head rather sadly. “It is probably not in the cards for him.”
Anna explained, “Stroke him slowly. When he says ‘hold,’ stop immediately. The goal is to eventually let the fluid dribble out without spurting. Dribbling is the key word. It won’t give him pleasure but will activate his prostate and testicles.”
I winced. “I don’t think I can do this. Maybe we should wait until tomorrow.”
Anna’s eyes narrowed. “You don’t make the rules. Either you control yourself, or Sally and I will cane your ass until you learn.”
Sally’s eyes opened wide in surprise… and excitement. I now feared that she would make me climax in order to use a cane on me.
I clenched my jaw as Sally began to stroke me, her touch slow and deliberate. It only took a few strokes before I gasped, “Hold.”
Sally immediately stopped, giggling. “This is fun.”
Anna nodded approvingly. “Good. Wait a moment, then go again.”
Sally repeated the process, and I fought desperately to maintain control. I tried to distract myself, thinking about anything other than the sensation… sports, spreadsheets, even the bar fight earlier. But my body had a mind of its own. Finally, after several cycles, I trembled as a steady stream of fluid began to dribble down my shaft.
“There it is,” Anna said with satisfaction. “He’s expelled his prostate juices along with a little sperm. Perfect.”
Sally’s eyes widened in fascination. “That’s incredible. He’s still hard! Can he do it again?”
“Yes,” Anna replied with a smile. “But let’s give him a moment to rest first.”
The women began chatting casually as I leaned back, gasping for breath, my eyes closed, my erection still throbbing and unrelenting in Sally’s hand.
When Sally started again, she was more confident, her strokes more deliberate. This time, I didn’t have to say “hold” as often. She brought me to the edge repeatedly, each time coaxing out more fluid while my arousal burned stronger. By the end, I released four times and was utterly drained but still hard, my body humming with need.
“You see how hard he still is?” Anna said, turning to Sally. “He’s expelled what he needs to, but he didn’t receive enough pleasure to lose his focus. That’s the key to maintaining his excitement and discipline.”
Anna ordered me to get some ice cubes in a towel, then she gently pressing it against my erection. The cold stung but gradually softened me enough for her to reapply the cage.
“So, that’s how you get him small enough to go back in his cage,” Sally observed, nodding.
“Yes, otherwise, it might stay that way all night, and and that is not healthy either.”
“All night, man I would love that,” Sally said.
Anna smiled as Sally slid the cage back on and locked it with her key. She said, “I love that click. It seems so powerful, like I have all the power in the world over his penis and balls.”
“With a cage you do have that power over a penis and balls… you basically own them. But more importantly you have total power over his sexual needs and desires.”
Smiling down at me, Anna said, “You did well tonight, Jason. But don’t think you’re off the hook, you’ve racked up twenty demerits today. And they have to be paid. Beyond that, it’s going to be a long night because my pussy still needs attention… and I think Sally’s does too.”
“He’s going to do it to us again?” Sally said with a wicked grin.
“We got him, so why not use him. His poor jaw is going to be sore. He’ll have to eat with a straw for a couple of days,” Anna said and both girls laughed loudly.
A few minutes later the three of us headed to Anna’s bedroom, me naked, with Anna still in her silky pants and top. Sally carried her pants, her naked ass swaying provocatively as she walked in front of me. I admired her sexy butt, knowing that Anna couldn’t see me ogling her. I felt my penis trying to get hard for the tenth time.
I wasn’t sure what time it was when I was finally allowed to retreat to my room. The night had been an intense experience… one filled with a whirlwind of emotions and physical exhaustion. I had dedicated hours to pleasuring both Anna and Sally, taking turns attending to their needs, ensuring their satisfaction. Several time they had turned over on their stomach’s at the same time, baring their ass for me. I knew what to do and we all loved it. They giggled and wiggled like teenagers at a pajama party.
I was exhausted before they drifted off to sleep and I went back to my room. Sally, I realized, enjoyed the full experience as much as Anna, and I took pride in knowing I had given them both my all.
When I woke up early the next morning, a deep sense of contentment settled over me despite the lingering fatigue. There was something fulfilling about being able to serve two strong, confident women so completely. My jaw was sore, and the area under my tongue felt raw, but it was worth it.
Yet, as I stood at the stove preparing breakfast, I couldn’t shake the lingering questions in my mind. Why had Anna allowed me to do all of that with Sally? They were incredibly close, yes, but I couldn’t quite reconcile it with Anna’s typically possessive nature. She didn’t even like it when I glanced too long at another woman, and Sally was certainly a woman worth glancing at.
Wearing my bib apron with my chastity cage visible through the gap, I prepared batter for blueberry pancakes. The cage kept me confined, my penis securely locked away while my balls hung exposed… a vulnerability Anna enjoyed seeing. I, on the other hand, was still wary of hot grease splattering where it shouldn’t.
“Good morning,” came a soft voice from behind me.
I turned to see Sally entering the kitchen. Her terrycloth robe was loosely tied, her damp hair clinging to her neck and shoulders. Even without makeup, she had a natural beauty about her. The way her robe draped over her body made it impossible not to notice the gentle sway of her breasts as
she moved toward the table
I quickly averted my gaze, knowing that getting caught staring would likely earn me serious demerits later. Instead, I focused on her face… her striking red hair, creamy complexion, and the freckles that gave her a natural beauty untouched by the need for makeup.
“Coffee?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
“Yes, please,” Sally replied with a sleepy smile as she settled into one of the chairs.
“Is Anna still sleeping?” I asked.
Sally nodded. “She’ll probably sleep in for a bit. Last night was… intense.”
“For all of us,” I said with a smile.
Sally had smile on her face too. “Oh yes, you were there weren’t you?”
I laughed. “Would you like some blueberry pancakes and sausage?” I offered, grateful for the opportunity to focus on breakfast instead of the growing sexual tension that exuded from Sally.
“That sounds amazing,” she said, her eyes lighting up. “I’m starving.”
I chuckled. “Well, you did burn a lot of calories last night.”
Sally laughed softly. “We all did.”
I poured her a cup of coffee and set it down in front of her. There was immediate laughter from Sally. When I glanced at Sally her eyes were twinkling with amusement.
It hit me… she had noticed the cage sticking out from my apron. I’d become so accustomed to wearing it that I had completely forgotten about its visibility.
“Oh… sorry about that,” I said sheepishly. “Anna likes it when I wear this apron while cooking. She likes to see my caged penis at all times… that’s why she keeps me naked. It’s sort of our compromise.”
“I think it’s… cute,” Sally said with a sly grin. “But since you’re exposing something, maybe I should even the score. I noticed you’ve been sneaking glances at me.”
I froze, my face flushing crimson. It was true… I had glanced at her, albeit unintentionally, and now I was caught.
Before I could stammer out an apology, Sally casually shrugged off the robe from her shoulders, revealing both breasts. Her bare skin glowed softly in the morning light, and I could feel my confined penis attempting to strain against its cage.
Sally leaned back in her chair, seemingly unfazed by my reaction, her smile playful but kind.
I cleared my throat. “Would you like cream or sugar in your coffee?” I managed to ask, desperate to redirect the conversation.
“Black is fine,” she replied, still smiling. Then her tone turned more serious. “Mind if I ask you something?”
“Of course,” I said hesitantly. “May I sit down?”
“Sure,” she said, gesturing to the chair across from her.
I put the cooking aside, and slid myself into the seat, wincing slightly as I adjusted to the discomfort of the cage.
Sally studied me for a moment before asking, “Why did you ask for permission to sit down in your own home?”
“Technically it’s Anna’s home,” I explained. “Anna pays the rent. This is her space, not mine. Plus, that’s one of Anna’s rules… sometimes she likes me to stand so she can see the cage, or my ass, other times it’s just her way of signaling that she doesn’t want to be disturbed.”
Sally nodded thoughtfully. “You and Anna have such a unique relationship.”
“By most people’s standards, yes,” I replied with a smile. “But it works for us. We’ve never been happier.”
Sally returned my smile, her expression softening. “Well, I’m glad to hear that. It’s clear how much you love her, and how much she loves you. That’s what matters most.”
I nodded, a warmth spreading through my chest at her words. The conversation shifted to lighter topics after that, and I went back to cooking. I could feel Sally’s eyes on my still smarting ass. Soon, the kitchen was filled with the sounds of sizzling pancakes, soft laughter, and the clink of coffee mugs.
In that moment, I realized how lucky I was to have Anna, to have trust, and to have a connection built on mutual respect and love. Her sleeping in the bedroom, her best friend here with me gave me a warm feeling that was difficult to explain… but I liked it a lot.
Continue to Chapter 23
