I had been surprised by Laura's relaxed attitude towards my latest act of stupidity, which had been to allow Amy to view my knickers and chastity device. Laura's opinion had been that if I wished to humiliate myself in front of others that was up to me, just as long as I didn't get myself arrested. Nonetheless, Laura's acceptance of what I had done didn't help me feel any less concerned about seeing Amy the next day. Amy...

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...

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...

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...

Mary and Wayne sat in silence in the lounge as they watched Wayne’s wife Wendy leave for her date with Mary’s husband Mike. Strictly speaking, it was not a date, as it had been agreed that Mike would not touch Wendy. However, it was understood that Wendy would get plenty of attention from strangers on the date. Mary was starting to regret having dressed quite so provocatively; she could see it was making Wayne uncomfortab...

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...

“Dot, are we really going to do this?” Holly seemed suddenly unsure as she looked up at the fluorescent purple sign that hung above the door. It read Velvet Verve; it was the bar where, ten years ago, they had met their husbands. “You bet babe… We did not come all this way not to.” “Dot, we only live a couple of miles away.” “That is not the point, Holly. I have not squeezed my big fat frame into this ten-year-old little...

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 six years ago that I met Helen, then a thirty-seven-year-old widow with an eighteen-year-old daughter, Alice, in the sixth form at a private school, soon to sit her A-Levels. Seven years before that, Helen had lost her husband, and Alice her father, in a tragic car accident. Helen had struggled to bring up Alice on her own. The struggle wasn't a financial one, as Helen had benefitted from a substantial life insuran...

It was the first Saturday of the month, a day that my wife, Amanda, refers to as "my time of the month." Amanda, of course, also has "her time of the month," but the expression has a different meaning for her than it does for me. However, it amuses Amanda to pretend we both have to suffer about once a month, albeit in different ways, and usually at different times. I looked at my watch and it was precisely 3:30 PM, meanin...