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...

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...

As I travelled back home, I was nervously excited to know what tasks Helen had set me, but, as she had instructed, I didn’t look until I was in my flat, whereupon I ripped open the envelope. Inside was a folded sheet of paper, from which drifted the delightful fragrance of the perfume Helen had worn that evening. My fingers were quivering as I opened the paper up to read what it said. It held simple, yet worrying, instruc...

It was Sunday evening and Simon was sitting on the sofa, phone in hand, reflecting on what he had just done. He had decided—impulsively—that he could not tolerate further humiliation at the hands of Sarah and her neighbour, Claire. They had pushed him to his limits and beyond. The thought of going into the office, the following morning, in a ridiculously short skirt, stockings, a transparent blouse, lacy underwear and wha...

I left home last month to do another four weeks at work. As always the time away from you was hard but it does provide us with many extra advantages that most people do not have available to them. This is where our story starts: While I was away, our anniversary came and passed. I had flowers and a gift delivered to you, but I was not there to celebrate our special day with you. After I returned home we fell into each oth...

It was Monday morning, and Simon had spent an embarrassing weekend with Sarah making him dress completely in female clothing and punishing him with lines, not to mention adding further days to his chastity clock. He had also had an awkward encounter with a young neighbour and then, to top it all, had learnt that his former girlfriend, Emma, had destroyed his passport and driving licence, meaning he couldn't visit the bank...

Simon had not had a good start to his first full day with Sarah in that he was now locked in a chastity device with no knowledge of when he might be released. Whilst the thought of being caged in this way had always appealed to his submissive side, the reality of what it might entail was now concerning him. Would he be able to cope? With this weighing on his mind, Sarah had sent him downstairs to prepare breakfast and he...

Sarah, or Miss Jones as Simon was now expected to address her, drove them to her house. Once there, Simon was instructed to remove the remaining bags from her car and take them around the back to the garden shed, where they were added to those already there. Two or three trips were needed, but once everything was inside the shed, she locked the door with a hefty padlock, leaving Simon wondering when he would see any of hi...