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...

Twenty-one out of twenty, and I grin, sipping my cognac. I write down eighteen. Lisette needs guidance, not hubris. Her wilfulness works against her intelligence. Is this how I should spend Saturday evening? Through the tall windows, dusk deepens into night, and I hear raucous strangers enjoying themselves below. I have no one. Sitting at my desk, I reach for the anglepoise lamp to illuminate it. The settee looks inviting...

I've been edging in my office for three hours, badly wanting to release tension and sexual frustration. One hand rubbed my pearl while two fingers of my other hand focused on my G-spot because the man I was chatting with denied my orgasm. I'm close to climax and have been begging him to permit me to cum. When he did, I followed and focused, only to be stopped pre-climax by a loud banging on my door. "Sophie, there's an em...

I heard the doorbell as I was waiting for the psychologist to arrive, so I answered and let him in. The doctor was maybe in his fifties or maybe low sixties, older than I expected, but he looked very professional. He was recommended by my friend Suzanne to help me with a particular sexual frustration I had. I'm Donna, in my late forties. My husband died in a car accident just over a year ago, and since then, I've had no s...