In the four weeks since it was agreed I would move into Helen and Alice’s house, I’d achieved everything required of me, including putting my flat on the market, placing most of my possessions into storage, selling my car, getting used to the chastity device, buying four plain white bras, getting my ears pierced, and meeting Alice for the first time. It had been a hectic period getting everything completed, and, at times,...

I was relieved when the visit was over. We were all going back to Helen’s house for dinner, so we left the zoo and walked to the bus stop. Fortuitously, given how events were about to unfold, we were the only people waiting for a bus. I thought I’d have another attempt at making conversation. “My favourite animals were the chimps. I love watching chimps, so what’s your favourite animal, Alice?” I asked. That move backfire...

I was waiting in trepidation to hear from Helen about when I’d be seeing her eighteen-year-old daughter, Alice, for the first time, and exactly what story Alice had been told about who I was, and what I would be doing. Alice and I needed to get on if we were to share a house, so my creating a good impression at this meeting was of critical importance, otherwise the hopes for my future were in jeopardy. The phone call from...

As I travelled back home, I was nervously excited to know what tasks Helen had set me, but, as she had instructed, I didn’t look until I was in my flat, whereupon I ripped open the envelope. Inside was a folded sheet of paper, from which drifted the delightful fragrance of the perfume Helen had worn that evening. My fingers were quivering as I opened the paper up to read what it said. It held simple, yet worrying, instruc...

It was six years ago that I met Helen, then a thirty-seven-year-old widow with an eighteen-year-old daughter, Alice, in the sixth form at a private school, soon to sit her A-Levels. Seven years before that, Helen had lost her husband, and Alice her father, in a tragic car accident. Helen had struggled to bring up Alice on her own. The struggle wasn't a financial one, as Helen had benefitted from a substantial life insuran...

It was the first Saturday of the month, a day that my wife, Amanda, refers to as "my time of the month." Amanda, of course, also has "her time of the month," but the expression has a different meaning for her than it does for me. However, it amuses Amanda to pretend we both have to suffer about once a month, albeit in different ways, and usually at different times. I looked at my watch and it was precisely 3:30 PM, meanin...

It was Sunday evening and Simon was sitting on the sofa, phone in hand, reflecting on what he had just done. He had decided—impulsively—that he could not tolerate further humiliation at the hands of Sarah and her neighbour, Claire. They had pushed him to his limits and beyond. The thought of going into the office, the following morning, in a ridiculously short skirt, stockings, a transparent blouse, lacy underwear and wha...

Sarah decided that Simon had had enough time away from his chores for one day, and so, despite Claire being keen to see him in his new outfits and to teach him how to apply makeup, Simon spent the rest of Saturday working in the garden. As he knew from experience, gardening is a never-ending task and there is always something to be done. At 7 PM, just as the light was starting to fade, Simon was called in for dinner. As h...

Simon came back downstairs, after his shower, with his mind still muddled. It was only 10:30 AM, yet already his world had been turned upside down--again. He had woken up that morning being submissive to one gorgeous woman, Sarah, but now she was joined by an equally beautiful girl, Claire, who had quickly demonstrated a natural talent for domination. What's more, rather than spend the morning receiving fashion advice fro...

It was Saturday morning, and Simon hadn't slept very well. As he had expected, his penis had woken him up early as it experienced its morning glory, although he did sense that his truculent organ was slowly learning that nocturnal erections serve no purpose other than to cause pain. What was troubling Simon more today was having been told that Sarah's neighbour, Claire, would be coming around to give him fashion and make-...

Simon stood naked in Sarah's bedroom, awaiting, he hoped, a handjob as a reward for drafting a new and undated letter of resignation. His cage was still locked in place and his penis was becoming impatient as he watched Sarah reach into the drawer of her bedside cabinet. Was this where she hid his key, he wondered? No! His stomach dropped as he saw she had withdrawn a pair of handcuffs. "Lie on your back on the bed," she...

It was Monday morning, and Simon had spent an embarrassing weekend with Sarah making him dress completely in female clothing and punishing him with lines, not to mention adding further days to his chastity clock. He had also had an awkward encounter with a young neighbour and then, to top it all, had learnt that his former girlfriend, Emma, had destroyed his passport and driving licence, meaning he couldn't visit the bank...

It was Sunday morning, yet there was no chance of a lie-in for Simon. He had set his alarm for 5:30 AM, as instructed, but had not factored in nocturnal erections, which negated the need for an external clock. At 4 AM, he had been sharply woken up by the most agonising pain imaginable--his penis was desperate to expand to its full length and girth, while the stainless steel bars of his chastity device were equally determi...

Simon had not had a good start to his first full day with Sarah in that he was now locked in a chastity device with no knowledge of when he might be released. Whilst the thought of being caged in this way had always appealed to his submissive side, the reality of what it might entail was now concerning him. Would he be able to cope? With this weighing on his mind, Sarah had sent him downstairs to prepare breakfast and he...

Sarah, or Miss Jones as Simon was now expected to address her, drove them to her house. Once there, Simon was instructed to remove the remaining bags from her car and take them around the back to the garden shed, where they were added to those already there. Two or three trips were needed, but once everything was inside the shed, she locked the door with a hefty padlock, leaving Simon wondering when he would see any of hi...