I was instructed to report back to Laura's flat the next morning, which was Sunday. After another restless night, I showered and then got dressed, putting on a pair of knickers. Despite my nervousness, my penis started to become excited inside its cage. My mind flitted back to a time when I was sixteen and my sister, Phoebe, had caught me in her room, rifling through her underwear collection. I had been drawn there by cur...

With my bottom still throbbing from my recent caning, I returned to my own flat for the night. Lying alone in bed, on my stomach for comfort, I replayed the events of the day. What had been intended as a friendly and romantic gesture, laying a hand on Laura's shoulder, had backfired. I had misjudged the situation and had paid the price with three strokes of the cane. The irony is that she had been right about my motives w...

Back home, I had a troubled night, my mind buzzing from recalling the powerful climax that I had delivered to Laura. Just thinking about it again caused my entrapped penis to swell, resulting in pain. Then, when I did eventually drift off to sleep, I was awoken in the early hours by my morning glory struggling inside my cage, forcing me to get out of bed and take a cold shower to dampen my ardour. How was I going to cope...

Our next date marked a milestone in our relationship, because Laura invited me to her flat for dinner. She even cooked it, and very good it was. However, whilst she enjoyed a glass of Prosecco, she expected me to drink tap water. (“You'll be driving later, poppet,” she reminded me.) I helped her clear up after the meal and, without being asked, I washed the dishes. Then I made us both a cup of coffee, which I took into th...

Laura and I met at a party when I was twenty-two. She was two years younger than me and in the final year of a biology degree at the city’s university, while I was completing a postgraduate qualification in medieval history at the same university. The party had been organised by a mutual friend and there were loads of people there, most of whom I didn’t know. Our eyes had met across the room, and I was instantly attracted...

My life continued along a familiar path for the next few weeks. Helen and Alice both continued to boss me around and to punish me when they considered I had failed. When Helen was at work, Alice would often spend her lunchtimes with me, always seeking to torment me in some way. Yet there was a growing fondness between us. She knew where to draw the line and always stopped short of cruelty. I was aroused by the way she lik...

Alice and I continued to run 5k a couple of times a week. I was always dressed in her old school uniform, while she was attired in something more like what other runners were wearing. It was mortifying that my short gym skirt was forever flipping up, revealing my gym knickers. I did try to persuade Alice that I would be better off wearing shorts, like her, but she would have none of it. “Surely, it must be embarrassing fo...

After pleasuring Alice with my mouth on Monday, I didn’t spend any time alone with her for three days, but the memory of that experience remained vivid, and just recalling it led to my penis swelling inside its tiny cage. It was lunchtime on Thursday when I expected to be next alone with Alice, and, during that morning, as I busied myself with my chores, I frequently became distracted and aroused, anticipating what might...

The next two weeks passed relatively uneventfully. I learnt how to do my housework faster and better, although in return Helen became more critical of my output, so I found myself being told off or punished for what seemed like trivial mistakes. I became increasingly familiar with the kitchen corner and wall, and it was not unusual to have to spend thirty minutes or so each evening writing out lines as a reminder of what...

Sunday was a quiet day, a day when I got to relax. The weather was still good, so at lunchtime Helen cooked a BBQ for the three of us. Helen was drinking Prosecco and Alice was keen to have some, which is perfectly legal in the UK for someone aged eighteen. “OK,” decided Helen, “but only one glass.” “Can Julie have some as well?” enquired Alice, which I thought was nice of her. But Helen answered, “No, of course not! What...

The next few days of my new life as a housekeeper at Helen's house were busy, but otherwise uneventful. Helen was at work, and Alice was out with friends for much of the time. I wondered if she told them about me but, if so, there was nothing I could do about it, although I thought Helen wouldn’t approve of such gossip. I worked my way through the massive house, thoroughly cleaning each room. By Friday, I’d completed the...

Work-wise, I had an easy start to my new life. Having arrived at midday on a Saturday, the rest of that day was spent learning the layout of the large house and what my role was. Then, the following day, Sunday, was a free day, so I spent the time in my room or the garden, sometimes in conversation with Helen. Alice was away for the weekend and didn’t return until Sunday evening. As I was allowed to do, I chose to wear ma...

In the four weeks since it was agreed I would move into Helen and Alice’s house, I’d achieved everything required of me, including putting my flat on the market, placing most of my possessions into storage, selling my car, getting used to the chastity device, buying four plain white bras, getting my ears pierced, and meeting Alice for the first time. It had been a hectic period getting everything completed, and, at times,...

I was relieved when the visit was over. We were all going back to Helen’s house for dinner, so we left the zoo and walked to the bus stop. Fortuitously, given how events were about to unfold, we were the only people waiting for a bus. I thought I’d have another attempt at making conversation. “My favourite animals were the chimps. I love watching chimps, so what’s your favourite animal, Alice?” I asked. That move backfire...

I was waiting in trepidation to hear from Helen about when I’d be seeing her eighteen-year-old daughter, Alice, for the first time, and exactly what story Alice had been told about who I was, and what I would be doing. Alice and I needed to get on if we were to share a house, so my creating a good impression at this meeting was of critical importance, otherwise the hopes for my future were in jeopardy. The phone call from...