It was a warm, early summer's day when the Browns, as I later discovered they were named, moved into the single-story house next door. Looking down from an upstairs window of my two-story dwelling, I saw a large moving van pull up outside, followed by a Nissan Rogue. Two burly workmen clambered out of the truck and looked as if they were waiting for instructions from the occupants of the auto. Mr. Brown stepped out to tal...

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...

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...

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...