It was our first full day at the cottage, and Abigail had already cajoled Bluebelle into making me wear nothing but panties while in the house and garden. I was realising that Bluebelle, despite her apparent fierceness, appeared ready to acquiesce to Abigail's suggestions, no matter how outrageous they were. Would there be a bust-up between the pair at some point? Where would I stand if that happened? But this was not the...

The journey to Cornwall with my “owners”, Bluebelle and Abigail, took four hours, and, as instructed, I kept quiet while hoping that one of them would say something to me that might allow me to speak. But it was almost as if they'd forgotten I was there. Nonetheless, they chatted non-stop with one another, which at least allowed me to gain some knowledge of where we were going and what I'd be doing. Eavesdropping, and joi...

Bethany was as assertive as usual. “But we don't know anything about archaeology,” I protested. “They're giving instruction. Two days of tuition,” she retorted. “You and I are doing this. Okay?!” “What are we going to learn in two days?” I argued. “People do three-year degree courses in archaeology!” “You'll love it, I promise!” she declared. “What's more, it will be fun cuddling up in a cosy tent at night and enjoying so...

I was browsing the university's chatroom, looking at the Wanted Board, when I saw something that caused my penis to give a painful twitch: Two female 2nd-year students wishing to spend summer vac in splendid opulence in cottage in remote part of Cornwall seek live-in “slave” to make dream come true. Suit obedient girl who is a workaholic. If interested, send PM to Bluebelle. Was this ad for real? Who was Bluebelle? What d...

My mistake with the widget codes had not only earnt me a spanking and a detention from Miss Taylor, but also a further five days locked in my cage. Moreover, this extension included a weekend, and I found that especially difficult to manage without seeing Miss Taylor and without being subjected to her rod of iron. And by the time I returned to the office on Monday morning, I was almost crawling up the wall with sexual fru...

I couldn't believe my luck! For me, it was a fantasy come true. Miss Taylor, my attractive young boss, had discovered my secret crossdressing and submissive tendencies. Furthermore, she had decided I should wear a chastity device, a long held dream of mine. It was on order, and we were awaiting delivery. oooOOooo Two days later, I was summoned into her office. “Please lock the door, Mr Blakely,” she advised, in a sultry v...

After a disturbing nightmare, where I was visited by a hybrid of my boss, Miss Taylor, and my former teacher, Miss Smith, I had resolved to wear panties and tights to work, pretending to myself that I was being directed to do so. Wasting no time, I'd ordered what I needed and, two days later, I arrived back home to find there had been a delivery. Frantically, I tore the package open, and seven pairs of white cotton pantie...

It was a shock! A travesty! Surely, with twenty years' service, the past five being in the position of deputy, I should have been the obvious choice to be made Head of Logistics when Bill Swinney retired. But, no, instead the directors had appointed this young woman, Hannah Taylor, straight from university with a degree in English Literature—a subject of unfathomable benefit to an engineering company. Furthermore, apart f...

With me still wearing my twin sister's jism-filled panties, we went downstairs and joined our mother, helping to unpack her shopping, and then peeled the vegetables for dinner. If my mother thought I was standing strangely, keeping my distance from her, and was unusually quiet, she was too busy to comment. But it was a relief when the smell of curry spices permeated the air. With George away at college, it was just the th...

I'm Jack, and Charlotte is my seventeen-year-old twin. Obviously, we're not identical twins, yet we are remarkably alike in appearance, so much so that, from behind, it is sometimes difficult for strangers to tell us apart, my long hair undoubtedly aiding this confusion. It might be thought that being so similar in how we look, we might be closely matched in temperament, but nothing could be further from the truth. Charlo...

Several weeks passed without me hearing from my ex-wife, Sue. As far as I was aware, she was still on the game and sharing a small caravan with her new husband, Kevin, whom Sue had once told me was addicted to gambling and alcohol. It was not a happy life she was living but, on the other hand, I knew from experience that she was not an easy woman to live with—she was bloody marvellous between the sheets, but her explosive...

Another sleepless night awaited me, my sexual frustration building relentlessly. I needed release, but would Emma grant it? Other than her delivering a large bag of her lingerie for me to wash, I heard nothing from her for a couple of days. Usually the highlight of my week, handwashing her undies proved to be poor torture, caged as I was. Common sense told me not to sniff, but I couldn't resist, which obviously exacerbate...

Despite my plight, the thought of Emma controlling my ability to have erections or to ejaculate was arousing me. Consequently, I had very little sleep that night due to the throbbing of my penis within the tight constraints of the chastity device. Three times, I had to go into the kitchen to press a bag of frozen vegetables against the cage to cool my ardor! But I knew that if I was to visit Nicole, and we were to engage...

It had been several weeks since I'd last heard from my ex-wife, Sue, but I was sure she had not given up her life of prostitution. Consequently, I thought it likely she would again contact me at some point to inveigle me into allowing her to use my house to entertain a client. The call came on a Friday evening. “Hello, knobhead!” she quipped. It might not be a term of affection, but I knew she meant nothing by that insult...

Two years ago, I was still a married man. I was a forty-year-old senior curator at an archaeological museum. Outwardly, I was stern and aloof, respected but feared by my staff, but inwardly, I had strong desires to be obsequious towards women because of unsated submissive tendencies that I'd held from a youthful age. At that time, I was stuck in an increasingly loveless marriage, longing to try some kinky stuff with my wi...