Laura and I met at a party when I was twenty-two. She was two years younger than me and in the final year of a biology degree at the city’s university, while I was completing a postgraduate qualification in medieval history at the same university. The party had been organised by a mutual friend and there were loads of people there, most of whom I didn’t know. Our eyes had met across the room, and I was instantly attracted...

Our next date marked a milestone in our relationship, because Laura invited me to her flat for dinner. She even cooked it, and very good it was. However, whilst she enjoyed a glass of Prosecco, she expected me to drink tap water. (“You'll be driving later, poppet,” she reminded me.) I helped her clear up after the meal and, without being asked, I washed the dishes. Then I made us both a cup of coffee, which I took into th...

Back home, I had a troubled night, my mind buzzing from recalling the powerful climax that I had delivered to Laura. Just thinking about it again caused my entrapped penis to swell, resulting in pain. Then, when I did eventually drift off to sleep, I was awoken in the early hours by my morning glory struggling inside my cage, forcing me to get out of bed and take a cold shower to dampen my ardour. How was I going to cope...

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...

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...

Oh my God! My life was changing at a breathtaking speed. Yesterday, there had been two momentous upheavals. The first was that I had handed in the keys to my own flat and taken up residence in Laura's, sleeping for the first time on an airbed alongside her. This arrangement had its upsides—for a start, she had made a point of getting undressed for bed in front of me. When it suits her, she has no modesty. Obviously, she w...

It was after dinner one evening that events took a devastating turn. Laura and I were sitting, side-by-side, watching television, when my phone rang. The caller display read “Phoebe”. It was my sister! Instinctively, I panicked and declined the call. “Who was that, poppet?” asked Laura, innocently. “Er... nobody, Miss,” I replied, feeling my cheeks flush. My reply had alerted Laura's sixth sense. “What do you mean by that...

Laura had already embarrassed me in front of my sister, not only making me strip to my underwear and showing her my chastity device, but also explaining to Phoebe the rationale for making men wear female undies and denying them sex. Yet I knew that this was only the start of a morning of intense humiliation for me. Laura was determined that I should be thoroughly punished for what I did to my sister six years ago, and Pho...

Having survived a traumatic caning, largely delivered by my sister with attempted guidance from Laura, events settled down for a while. The frostiness that had marked the time before my punishment was lifted, and Laura was on friendly, loving terms with me, whilst always making sure I knew my place, which often meant my lips being between her legs. Her appetite for sex remained insatiable, but my rewards for giving her mu...

I was sitting in what Laura called detention, writing lines, in her make-believe classroom. And I had just let my stool scrape over the wooden floor, making a dreadful sound, not unlike fingernails scratching on a blackboard. Instantly, I knew I had done wrong. I had violated one of Laura's—Miss Smith's—school rules. She put her book down with a thud, walked over to me, grim-faced, and smashed the tawse onto the desk in f...

The weeks were flying by, and Laura and I had settled into our respective roles in a female-led relationship. I had learnt what I had to do to please Laura and to meet her expectations, whatever those were. In return for my obedience, she generously rewarded me in ways that gave me blissful sexual relief, but never so excessively that I lost the urge to serve and obey her. A particularly bright star above our little world...

My sister, Phoebe, and her friend, Zoe, were looking after me for the weekend—babysitting they called it. They were both intent on humiliating me and making me suffer, allegedly for my crime six years earlier of searching through Phoebe's underwear drawer. I say allegedly because I now think Phoebe, assisted with unbridled enthusiasm by Zoe, simply enjoys the power she has over me. Both girls become visibly excited when t...

My sister, Phoebe, and her best friend, Zoe, were having the time of their lives, tormenting and humiliating me, while supposedly keeping me company while Laura was away. They were making up rules as they went along, and it was inevitable that I would fall foul of them. Right now, they had me kneeling, painfully, on a coir doormat, just in my bra and knickers, and gagged with the thong that Zoe had been wearing the day be...

We were approaching Christmas, a time of year that I usually love, but this year was different. Laura had decided that we each owed it to our own families to spend the festive days with them, rather than she and I together. “After all, poppet,” she had explained, “you and I can spend all year together, but your Mum and my parents will be dreadfully upset if they don't see us. You do agree, don't you?” “Er... I suppose so,...

It was Christmas morning and Eric and I were both dressed as Sugar Plum Fairies, as part of some ridiculous stunt that my sister and Zoe had plotted to humilate us, while seemingly making my mother believe it was just a high-spirited jinx. On top of that, the evil pair had forced Eric and me to share a single bed, using handcuffs to ensure we spent the night in an intimate embrace. Could things get any worse? We all troop...

Life with Laura was passing quickly—and delightfully. Christmas was well behind us, but the memories of my ordeals in the hands of my vengeful sister and the sadistic Zoe remained in my mind, particularly being “forced” to satisfy Zoe using a dildo gag. It had been both humiliating and highly arousing at the time, but subsequently I had been wracked with guilt. I had never disclosed to Laura what I did, but the guilt had...

Having fallen into the trap of asking Amy about her underwear, and being caned by Laura as a consequence, I was not looking forward to going into university the next day. I also knew that Amy was now fully aware that I was in a submissive relationship with Laura, and she seemed keen to exploit this knowledge. While Amy and I spent much of our time in the library, we also shared a pokey little office. It's located in the b...

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...

My love for Laura was growing, and similarly her love for me, but this reciprocation did not mean that we were no longer in an FLR. Laura was still in charge, and she called the shots. Despite now having many months of experience under my belt, I could still make mistakes, and one evening provided a good example. We had got back from university. I immediately removed my shirt and put a bra on, to meet one of Laura's rules...

Spring was here and the days were getting warmer. Life with Laura had settled into a routine and was not one I would swap for anything else. She was always strict, but she was fair, and never cruel—at least, not in my eyes, although I assume most men would see denial of erections and sex to be a severe form of maltreatment, not to mention not being allowed to touch her without her permission. However, I had quickly come t...

It was now Sunday morning, and I had woken up in pain from a nocturnal erection. These were a rare occurrence nowadays, as I had become more accustomed to being locked up, but I had been dreaming about dress shopping and hair removal and flaunting around in a dress. As I processed the pain, willing my penis to give up its pointless endeavours, my scrambled brain couldn't decide if I was terrified or excited about what awa...

Sunday with Laura, and our guest Amy, had been a mixture of excruciating embarrassment and painful arousal. Being made to worship Amy's toes and then being rewarded with a flash of her damp panties, had been a new and completely unexpected experience. Made even more so by me being attired in a sundress, with full make-up, blonde wig, and painted fingernails and toenails. Waking up early on Monday morning I was once more s...

I was settling into a routine with Amy at university, all with the consent of Laura. Calling Amy “Miss” was now a habit, and once or twice, I had embarrassed myself by calling her that in front of an unsuspecting James, much to his amusement. I had also got used to showing her what knickers I was wearing each morning, and I knew it gave her great satisfaction in humiliating me in that way. And once or twice a week, she ex...

Despite my devotion to Laura, I still felt a sexual attraction towards Amy which she was always keen to exploit. Her latest taunt had been to give me a pair of her panties to wash, which I quickly discovered were heavily soiled with semen. There, in my hands, had been her most intimate of garments, containing undeniable evidence that she had had unprotected sex with someone. What's more, it was humiliating proof that she...

“What do you mean, you've got a sore, Stevie?” I reddened as Laura quizzically stared up at me. Her using my name was always a warning sign, none more so than when she placed stress on the word. She was sat on the sofa, and I was stood in front of her, looking down at her. Towering over her, as I was, it might be thought I was in the position of dominance. Far from it; instead, I felt like a naughty boy reporting to the h...

“That could not have gone any worse,” I whispered to Laura. I had just had the most embarrassing consultation with my GP, Dr Sam Payne. Not only did the doctor turn out to be a woman, not a man, as I had expected, but she had correctly deduced that I was usually locked into a chastity device. And then, to top it all, she had accidentally found my scarlet panties. Feeling dazed, I had left the consultation room and rejoine...

We were now in mid-summer and, against all odds, the weather in England was hot and dry. There was no air-conditioning in the flat so it could get stuffy. So much so, that I had voluntarily chosen to wear one of my sundresses at home, as it was cooler than being stuck in leggings and jeans. Me embracing a dress had thrilled Laura, who had responded by buying me a couple of miniskirts and some new tops. She had also made i...

We arrived back at the pub, entering directly into the garden. The summer sunshine had brought out a lot of people, all keen to sit outside. Luckily, there was one table free, and, even luckier, it was away from the other tables so would afford us some privacy. My bottom was still smarting from my recent spanking, and my penis still twitching from the exchange between Laura and Amy, where the former had threatened to puni...

“You idiot, Stevie!” bellowed Laura, her face screwed up in incredulity. We had just returned from our country walk and pub lunch. A seemingly innocuous affair, except I had been dressed as a girl, I had been spanked in front of Amy for disobedience, and then we had encountered my GP, Dr Sam Payne, and I had ended up under the table worshiping her mucky feet. Other than that, it had been an uneventful day! On getting home...

Life was good and was moving on apace. Laura had passed her final biology exams and was now working towards a doctorate, while Amy and I continued with our own post-grad history studies. Within the constraints of our FLR, the three of us got on well and strong bonds were being formed. Nonetheless, there were a couple of dark clouds on the horizon. One was the spectre of Dave the postman who had discovered some of our secr...