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...

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...

“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...

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...

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...

“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...

“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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...