My sister, Phoebe, and her best friend, Zoe, were having the time of their lives, tormenting and humiliating me, while supposedly keeping me company while Laura was away. They were making up rules as they went along, and it was inevitable that I would fall foul of them. Right now, they had me kneeling, painfully, on a coir doormat, just in my bra and knickers, and gagged with the thong that Zoe had been wearing the day be...

The weeks were flying by, and Laura and I had settled into our respective roles in a female-led relationship. I had learnt what I had to do to please Laura and to meet her expectations, whatever those were. In return for my obedience, she generously rewarded me in ways that gave me blissful sexual relief, but never so excessively that I lost the urge to serve and obey her. A particularly bright star above our little world...

Laura had already embarrassed me in front of my sister, not only making me strip to my underwear and showing her my chastity device, but also explaining to Phoebe the rationale for making men wear female undies and denying them sex. Yet I knew that this was only the start of a morning of intense humiliation for me. Laura was determined that I should be thoroughly punished for what I did to my sister six years ago, and Pho...

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...

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...

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...

It was the nineteen eighties. Mark was twenty-four and was three years into his first professional job in computing. In those days, everyone in computing wore a dark suit with a white shirt and tie. Mark shared a house with two other, similar, graduates. One was a recently qualified history teacher, and the other a trainee chartered accountant. They were enjoying life and, after years of student poverty, they were now ear...