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...

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...

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...

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...

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...