My beautiful but devious nineteen-year-old neighbor had cornered me. She had decided I needed to be punished for the absurd crime of calling her “Em”, rather than “Emma”. The punishment she'd imposed was for me to paint her father's wooden shed, convincing her dad it had been my idea—a friendly, neighborly gesture, so to speak. Her dad, Grant, had even phoned to thank me, and he was so overjoyed that I was in no position...

Jessica had fined me £40 for not keeping my house clean. As I was running short of cash, she agreed that I could pay off my fine by doing her bidding for two hours, and I was expected to report to her house at 1 PM on Saturday. I was therefore surprised when I heard her letting herself into my house at 10.30 AM that day, with the key I'd given her. I got up from my armchair and went to greet her. She looked pleased to see...

As well as preventing me from looking online at porn, Jessica had now insisted I was locked into a chastity device. She was taking control of my life! The next morning, she again dropped in on her way to work. “Now, how's the cage going?” she asked, once I had invited her inside. “I'm still finding it difficult, Miss. I don't think I'll ever get used to it.” “Of course you will, stop being so defeatist. It's still early d...

Jessica had installed parental control software on my phone and laptop. I could no longer look at porn, and I started wondering what she would do next. Nothing happened for a couple of days, and then she messaged me early one morning. Jessica: “Rise and shine, Frank, I'm coming round. I've something for you.” What was she up to? Just minutes later she was at my front door, and I welcomed her in. “Hello, Frankie,” she said...

It was a warm, early summer's day when the Browns, as I later discovered they were named, moved into the single-story house next door. Looking down from an upstairs window of my two-story dwelling, I saw a large moving van pull up outside, followed by a Nissan Rogue. Two burly workmen clambered out of the truck and looked as if they were waiting for instructions from the occupants of the auto. Mr. Brown stepped out to tal...

Jessica had manipulated me into buying a pair of her panties and then masturbating into them three times in twenty-four hours. She had then told me that I was not to wank again until she gave me permission. I was humiliated, and common sense should have caused me to step away from her, yet, like a moth is unable to resist being drawn to a light, so I felt compelled to comply with her demands. Without doubt, she knew how t...

As we had agreed, that afternoon I met Jessica in her garden and gave her the money to compensate her for having to call in an emergency plumber. She was genuinely thankful, and we were sat, side-by-side, on a bench. For a good while we chatted casually with one other, drinking our beers, and then the conversation took a more serious turn. “I'm sorry I almost lost my temper earlier, Frank. It was so wrong of me. Daddy say...

I was a fifty-five-year-old widower when I first encountered Jessica, who had recently moved into the house next door. She was much younger than me and could only be in her twenties. I knew she was out of my league, both in terms of age and looks. Not that I was ugly, but I was no picture either, though I did try to keep myself fit with regular exercise. Jessica also kept herself trim, but, in contrast to me, she was a pi...