Carol flashes her phone to me, showing me that her husband is calling. I take a mental photograph of her screen, needing to remember his face and number."Excuse me while I take this," she says politely.I nod my okay to her, pretending...
Femdom
The New Neighbour, Part 13
"Into chastity..."
My wife looked over to me.“That is so romantic, isn’t it, Peter?” she smirked.“Err, well, yes. Yes, it is Mommy,” I replied.Marian interjected: “You know, Caroline, we do have some spare ‘equipment’. We could always try Peter for size. What...
The New Neighbour, Part 12
"A dream reward, then a night out..."
At home, the Queening stool now became a regular fixture in our evening schedule. Once Caroline settled on my face for the evening, she would happily spend two or three hours, watching TV while I gently worshipped her nether regions....
The New Neighbour, Part 11
"The Queening stool arrives..."
Caroline surprised me with a warm hug when she returned from Mrs. Crawford’s ‘tea-party’.“The ladies thought you were such a good sport, Peter. And those curtseys! Wow, I could get used to that!” she laughed, “Here, Mrs. Crawford sent you a...
The New Neighbour, Part 10
"Exposed at the tea-party..."
As agreed, the next day, I was delivered to Phoebe’s salon. She spent a lot of time closely shaving my face and applying layers of makeup. I watched this process in the mirror and was astonished to see the way...
The New Neighbour, Part 9
"A day at the salon, with Jennifer..."
Working next door, as usual, the next day, Jennifer invited me into her private parlour for a little chat.“I discussed your financial ‘issues’ with Mummy yesterday. You may be surprised to learn that she was impressed with your domestic service...
The New Neighbour, Part 8
"My wife puts me in my place..."
For the next few weeks, I had to take care that my wife could not see my bottom. It was vividly striped with purple weals. The pain had quickly subsided, leaving a not unpleasant ‘glow’ but the evidence of my...
Over the next fortnight, I was called upon regularly by Jennifer to perform mundane tasks. I liked it best when she closely supervised my work. Allowing me perhaps a whiff of her expensive perfume, a glimpse of her sensational legs, a whispered...
The New Neighbour, Part 7
"A glimpse of stocking tops brings retribution..."
I retired to Jennifer’s kitchen, arranging crockery on a large tray and awaited our ‘guest’.She was late, of course, and I sat, restlessly, for almost half an hour before the door chime rang loudly in the entrance hall. I straightened my...