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...

It was Christmas morning and Eric and I were both dressed as Sugar Plum Fairies, as part of some ridiculous stunt that my sister and Zoe had plotted to humilate us, while seemingly making my mother believe it was just a high-spirited jinx. On top of that, the evil pair had forced Eric and me to share a single bed, using handcuffs to ensure we spent the night in an intimate embrace. Could things get any worse? We all troop...

We were approaching Christmas, a time of year that I usually love, but this year was different. Laura had decided that we each owed it to our own families to spend the festive days with them, rather than she and I together. “After all, poppet,” she had explained, “you and I can spend all year together, but your Mum and my parents will be dreadfully upset if they don't see us. You do agree, don't you?” “Er... I suppose so,...

My sister, Phoebe, and her best friend, Zoe, were having the time of their lives, tormenting and humiliating me, while supposedly keeping me company while Laura was away. They were making up rules as they went along, and it was inevitable that I would fall foul of them. Right now, they had me kneeling, painfully, on a coir doormat, just in my bra and knickers, and gagged with the thong that Zoe had been wearing the day be...

My sister, Phoebe, and her friend, Zoe, were looking after me for the weekend—babysitting they called it. They were both intent on humiliating me and making me suffer, allegedly for my crime six years earlier of searching through Phoebe's underwear drawer. I say allegedly because I now think Phoebe, assisted with unbridled enthusiasm by Zoe, simply enjoys the power she has over me. Both girls become visibly excited when t...

The weeks were flying by, and Laura and I had settled into our respective roles in a female-led relationship. I had learnt what I had to do to please Laura and to meet her expectations, whatever those were. In return for my obedience, she generously rewarded me in ways that gave me blissful sexual relief, but never so excessively that I lost the urge to serve and obey her. A particularly bright star above our little world...

I was sitting in what Laura called detention, writing lines, in her make-believe classroom. And I had just let my stool scrape over the wooden floor, making a dreadful sound, not unlike fingernails scratching on a blackboard. Instantly, I knew I had done wrong. I had violated one of Laura's—Miss Smith's—school rules. She put her book down with a thud, walked over to me, grim-faced, and smashed the tawse onto the desk in f...

Having survived a traumatic caning, largely delivered by my sister with attempted guidance from Laura, events settled down for a while. The frostiness that had marked the time before my punishment was lifted, and Laura was on friendly, loving terms with me, whilst always making sure I knew my place, which often meant my lips being between her legs. Her appetite for sex remained insatiable, but my rewards for giving her mu...

Laura had already embarrassed me in front of my sister, not only making me strip to my underwear and showing her my chastity device, but also explaining to Phoebe the rationale for making men wear female undies and denying them sex. Yet I knew that this was only the start of a morning of intense humiliation for me. Laura was determined that I should be thoroughly punished for what I did to my sister six years ago, and Pho...

It was after dinner one evening that events took a devastating turn. Laura and I were sitting, side-by-side, watching television, when my phone rang. The caller display read “Phoebe”. It was my sister! Instinctively, I panicked and declined the call. “Who was that, poppet?” asked Laura, innocently. “Er... nobody, Miss,” I replied, feeling my cheeks flush. My reply had alerted Laura's sixth sense. “What do you mean by that...

Oh my God! My life was changing at a breathtaking speed. Yesterday, there had been two momentous upheavals. The first was that I had handed in the keys to my own flat and taken up residence in Laura's, sleeping for the first time on an airbed alongside her. This arrangement had its upsides—for a start, she had made a point of getting undressed for bed in front of me. When it suits her, she has no modesty. Obviously, she w...

I was instructed to report back to Laura's flat the next morning, which was Sunday. After another restless night, I showered and then got dressed, putting on a pair of knickers. Despite my nervousness, my penis started to become excited inside its cage. My mind flitted back to a time when I was sixteen and my sister, Phoebe, had caught me in her room, rifling through her underwear collection. I had been drawn there by cur...