“Well, show me what you're wearing then,” ordered Daisy the moment she opened the door of her apartment. She had a cheeky expression on her face, which I remembered from the hospital. “What? Here?” I replied. I was standing in a communal corridor. Indeed, at that moment another attractive woman, of similar age to Daisy, walked past and smiled at Daisy, whispering, “Nine o'clock?” Daisy nodded in response but turned her at...

“It's... it's my todger... it's stuck,” I mumbled, unable to make further eye contact with the elderly doctor, let alone his pretty nurse, a blonde girl in her mid-twenties with a cheeky face, pert breasts and a cute bum. “Sorry?” asked the doctor. “I don't understand. Do you, Daisy?” I quickly flicked my eyes towards Daisy and, in that split second, I knew without a shadow of a doubt that she understood perfectly what I...

After a day of cleaning Hannah's flat and discovering she lived with a friend, Maisie, I returned home tired and frustrated. I couldn't get it out of my head that Hannah and Maisie were both going on hot dates that evening. Moreover, they were both going to get fucked. But were they? Was it possible they were making it all up to increase my frustration? They were both psychology students, so they were well-equipped with g...

I was exhausted after a long day with Hannah, which had included her taking me shopping for bras and panties, and then spanking me for breaking a rule that I wasn't even aware existed. Despite knowing that the following day I would be cleaning her flat, I slept like a log, for the first time not even waking up for an attempted nocturnal erection. oooOOooo Luckily, I set an alarm for Sunday morning as I couldn't afford to...

Hannah had become envious of my expensive silk underwear, allegedly because it was better than what she was wearing. She had cajoled me into agreeing to buy myself plain, high-waisted, white cotton panties, such as many women wear. And, to add to the “fun”, she had also decided that I should wear a bra inside the house. My sensible suggestion that we purchased my new underwear online had been rejected out of hand—she had...

It was Saturday afternoon, and I was now alone in my house, Hannah having left. The buoyed up feeling I'd had in her presence had dissipated, and I knew that it would be a week before I saw her next—and therefore a week before I would be unlocked. How would I, someone addicted to self-pleasuring, cope for a week? I had absolutely no idea! But I did know she would be keeping tabs on me. For a start, she was now expecting m...

Following Hannah's visit on the Saturday, I slept fitfully that night but still awoke the next morning with a strong erection. It wasn't long before I spilt my seed into my hands, as I excitedly remembered the way she had humiliated me the day before. But, as I came down from my climax, sanity began to return. Being dominated by her had been mind-blowing, yet, deep down, I knew that being submissive towards Hannah wasn't...

“Whose are these, Mr Benson? You naughty man!” Hannah, my nineteen-year-old cleaner, was standing in the doorway of my lounge. She had a wry smile across her face, and her right forearm was pointing upwards, as was the index finger of her right hand. And dangling from the end of that finger was a pair of pale-yellow panties. “They were under the bed,” she explained, “showing I do clean under there, despite what you might...

Time was passing quickly, and it was now more than two weeks since I had had any sexual release. I was almost crawling up the wall in desperation. Bluebelle held the physical key to my cage, but it was possible that Abigail controlled the metaphysical one. I had to persuade Abigail to convince her girlfriend that I needed to be unlocked, just for a short while. The opportunity came as I was painting the landing. Abigail c...

Over the next couple of days, my life as a “slave” settled into a pattern. I had to work hard, cleaning the house, redecorating the spare bedroom, tending to the garden, popping down to the village shops and generally doing whatever the girls wanted. My bras had arrived, along with inserts, and Abigail had patiently spent an hour or so training me how to do one up by stretching my arms behind my back. It took many attempt...

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...