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...

The spectre of Dave the postman still haunted my thoughts. So far, he had not made a further play to join in what he called our games, but he had been on annual leave for two or three weeks, which was a blessed relief. Nonetheless, Laura and I were sure that he still held hopes of impregnating me. Laura, contrary to what readers might think, was always protective towards me. She knew I was strictly heterosexual and wherea...

“Model?” I heard myself saying. “Yes-s, pet—m-model,” Amy slowly repeated, slurring her words. It was Saturday afternoon. We had had lunch and Amy and Laura had consumed a bottle of Prosecco between them, with Amy having the greater part. Now, sitting side-by-side on the sofa, staring up at me, they had started a second bottle. I could tell from their amused expressions that they were in a teasing mood, Amy probably more...

I was struggling to come to terms with my new cage. It seemed so much smaller than the old one, and there was no room for expansion. I was often in discomfort and frequently in pain. Yet I knew I had to tread carefully with Laura. Telling her it was too tight always led to the same conversation. “When will this trial end?” I would ask. “Soon,” she would reply. “But we need to give it a fair go, don't we, after spending al...

Laura and I were inside Madame Cage's shop, a back street emporium selling anything and everything associated with BDSM. I was there to be fitted with a new—and smaller—chastity device, but, so far, the occasion had proceeded no further than Madame Cage making derogatory remarks that worried me and embarrassed Laura. Madame Cage was an intimidating woman, so much so that I thought even Laura was feeling subdued in her pre...