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...

Following my caning from Jessica, and Mandy's spanking, the three of us had enjoyed a pot of tea with some biscuits. It was all so typically English, cups of tea being the answer to everything, but, in this case, it seemed to work, and our differences were healed. Mandy and I had seen a new side of Jessica, and, despite our painful experiences, I felt neither of us regretted her strict approach. And, of course, we'd both...

After Mandy had “forced me” to make love to her using a strapped-on dildo, I was left with a guilty conscience, knowing I had been disloyal to Jessica. Mandy had sworn me to secrecy, but I was uncomfortable with the knowledge I had. My sleep that night was troubled, and I was up early. I heard the postman push something through the letter box. It was a padded envelope, bearing just my first name and my address, written in...

On getting home from Jessica's friend, Mandy, I immediately changed out of her ex-boyfriend's clothes and put some of my own on. That evening, I was still in a state of shock yet buzzing with excitement. I found it hard to believe that Mandy, on our first meeting, had allowed me to pleasure her using a dildo gag. What's more, she had had no issues with me seeing her naked or touching her. Needless to say, she had sworn me...

My beautiful but devious nineteen-year-old neighbor had cornered me. She had decided I needed to be punished for the absurd crime of calling her “Em”, rather than “Emma”. The punishment she'd imposed was for me to paint her father's wooden shed, convincing her dad it had been my idea—a friendly, neighborly gesture, so to speak. Her dad, Grant, had even phoned to thank me, and he was so overjoyed that I was in no position...

For the second night running, my sleep was disturbed by my encounters with Jessica. On consecutive days, she had required me to pleasure her with my mouth, and, on the second occasion, the blindfold had slipped, and I had seen her gorgeous pussy for the first time. She had not been pleased but absolved me from blame, despite telling me I should have shut my eyes. Nonetheless, I didn't get the impression that she wished me...

I had difficulty sleeping on Sunday night, my brain replaying the events of the previous afternoon when Jessica had allowed me to worship her pussy and had then rewarded me with a hand job. This marked a new direction for our relationship, and I was sure that it would not be long before she was again desirous of my attention. Of course, she had locked me up again, reminding me that I was still in a submissive relationship...

Well... as I explained last time, Sue, my ex-wife, gave up the game and moved in with me. We established some rules for living together, and we enjoyed some riotous sex, much as we'd done when we'd been married. And then, history repeating itself, we started arguing and, as suddenly as it had all begun, so it ended. One evening, we had a blazing row, and she stormed out, intending to return to live with her husband, Kevin...

It was Sunday, and I was still feeling tired from my exertions the previous afternoon, when Jessica had made me spend two hours moving logs, an utterly futile activity imposed as a punishment. But, afterwards, she had allowed me to worship her toes, while also awarding me the privilege of looking up her skirt as I did so. I'd not expected to see her again until Monday, so it was a surprise to receive a message from her on...

Jessica had fined me £40 for not keeping my house clean. As I was running short of cash, she agreed that I could pay off my fine by doing her bidding for two hours, and I was expected to report to her house at 1 PM on Saturday. I was therefore surprised when I heard her letting herself into my house at 10.30 AM that day, with the key I'd given her. I got up from my armchair and went to greet her. She looked pleased to see...

“Thank you,” I said, “I'll be there in half-an-hour to collect it... Okay! Yes, I see... the keys will be in the locked cabinet... Yes, I've still got the code from last time.” I put the phone down, pleased that the dealer had serviced my car but a little annoyed that it had taken so long. It was now 8 PM, and, being an autumnal evening, it was dark already. The garage was located in the town's red-light district, so not...

As well as preventing me from looking online at porn, Jessica had now insisted I was locked into a chastity device. She was taking control of my life! The next morning, she again dropped in on her way to work. “Now, how's the cage going?” she asked, once I had invited her inside. “I'm still finding it difficult, Miss. I don't think I'll ever get used to it.” “Of course you will, stop being so defeatist. It's still early d...