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...

Jessica had installed parental control software on my phone and laptop. I could no longer look at porn, and I started wondering what she would do next. Nothing happened for a couple of days, and then she messaged me early one morning. Jessica: “Rise and shine, Frank, I'm coming round. I've something for you.” What was she up to? Just minutes later she was at my front door, and I welcomed her in. “Hello, Frankie,” she said...

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...

Jessica had humiliated me by “making” me masturbate into the knickers she'd sold me. Moreover, she had “made” me do it by humping the carpet. I had then spent the rest of the day wearing the cum-encrusted underwear, my jism glued to my short and curlies, causing twinges of pain so I could never forget what I had done. She had threatened to return to check I was obeying her, but she didn't come back, and I heard nothing mo...

Jessica had manipulated me into buying a pair of her panties and then masturbating into them three times in twenty-four hours. She had then told me that I was not to wank again until she gave me permission. I was humiliated, and common sense should have caused me to step away from her, yet, like a moth is unable to resist being drawn to a light, so I felt compelled to comply with her demands. Without doubt, she knew how t...

As we had agreed, that afternoon I met Jessica in her garden and gave her the money to compensate her for having to call in an emergency plumber. She was genuinely thankful, and we were sat, side-by-side, on a bench. For a good while we chatted casually with one other, drinking our beers, and then the conversation took a more serious turn. “I'm sorry I almost lost my temper earlier, Frank. It was so wrong of me. Daddy say...

I was a fifty-five-year-old widower when I first encountered Jessica, who had recently moved into the house next door. She was much younger than me and could only be in her twenties. I knew she was out of my league, both in terms of age and looks. Not that I was ugly, but I was no picture either, though I did try to keep myself fit with regular exercise. Jessica also kept herself trim, but, in contrast to me, she was a pi...

Keith was lying on the table in what appeared to him to be a veterinary clinic at the academy. He had been fitted into a new—and much smaller—chastity cage and was still suffering the effects of Emily stress testing it by displaying her boobs to him. As he processed the throbbing pain, he realised that Madame Isabella had entered the room carrying her stout leather tawse. The sight of that weapon had the effect of killing...

Madame Isabella, the owner of the Elite Pet Training Academy, was on the phone. Emily, her stunning young assistant, sat the other side of the desk, listening to a one-sided conversation. “Really, Mrs Bradshaw? I would have thought that Keith would have learnt by now the importance of obedience. I'm so sorry to hear that he's still resisting learning new tricks.” ... “Yes, of course, I agree with you that it would be wron...

Keith was at the Elite Pet Training Academy to learn a new trick. So far, he had only had dealings with Emily, the attractive twenty-year assistant to the proprietor, Madame Isabella. Emily had been nice to him, in her own way, but now he had been led into a room where he came face-to-face with Madame Isabella. She could be friendly, especially with Emily, but when teaching a refractory pet obedience then she was anything...

Madame Isabella, the attractive, fifty-year old proprietor of the Elite Pet Training Academy, put the phone down. “Emily! We've got another booking!” she called. Emily rushed in from an adjoining room. Aged just twenty, she was even more attractive and had only started at the academy two weeks earlier. But she was as keen as mustard and intent on showing her boss that she was dedicated to the job. “Yes, Ma'am?” Emily aske...

Laura, Amy and I had settled into a lifestyle that some might find strange, but which suited us. I was in a female-led relationship, bottom in the pecking order, beneath two stunning and demanding young women. I was sexually attracted to both girls, and whilst Laura was my true love, I was more than happy to service Amy and she took great delight in teasing me, often in the most flirtatious of ways. Laura showed no jealou...