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...

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...