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 basement and is windowless, if you don’t count a small panel of glass in the door required for fire safety reasons. In this tiny office, Amy and I shared a desk, her one side and me the other. It was in this cramped space that Amy and I would meet up each morning and decide what area of research we would tackle that day.
I arrived at just after nine to find Amy already there. She looked up at me, almost expectantly. “Good morning, pet,” she said. “Everything okay I hope?”
“Sorry?”
“You know? Did Laura have words with you?” I could see she was attempting to look serious, while barely suppressing a grin.
“Er… yes, she did have words with me, if you must know, Amy.” I felt myself going red and I hoped she wouldn’t push me to reveal the consequences of Laura having words with me. “But why did you have to tell her that I had asked… er… about you know what?”
“Spit it out, pet! You asked me what underwear I was wearing. Don’t be shy.”
“Yes, but why did you tell her? Was it to get me in trouble?”
She shook her head. “Girls have to stick together, pet. She had to know. Has she kicked you out?” I could tell from the expectant expression on her face that she was hoping I would say she had.
“No! Of course not!” I replied, defiantly.
“Ooooh! She must be a soft touch.” Her face revealed disappointment, but she quickly perked up. “Well, if she does boot you out, you can always move in with me, pet. I would love to take care of you.”
“Are you trying to break up my relationship with Laura?” I asked.
“Nooooo!” she replied, indignantly, trying to look offended by my question. “I’m just saying if she were to kick you out, then you could move in with me. Don’t try to overanalyse what I said, pet.”
I stared at her suspiciously, and I’m sure her face flushed a little. “Amy, I’m perfectly happy living with Laura,” I explained, as firmly as I could.
“I know you’re in a Female-Led Relationship with her, pet. That’s what Laura called it—an FLR. I’d guessed it, obviously—it wasn’t hard from all the clues you dropped, so I reckon you wanted me to find out. Is that right, pet?”
“No! It was supposed to be a secret!”
“Not now,” she grinned. “Not after Laura confirmed it to me. She didn’t think it had to be a secret.”
She paused to take a swig of coffee from the mug in her hands. “You could live in an FLR with me, if you had to. But I wouldn’t make you dress like a clown,” she giggled, “although I love the idea of you wearing knickers. That properly turns me on.”
“Well, as I’ve said, living with Laura suits me, Amy.”
“I understand, really I do,” she insincerely replied, while rolling her eyes. She paused for a few seconds before going down a different road. “You’re very good looking, pet. Do you find me attractive, as well?”
What trap was she setting now? “No! Yes! No!” I stammered. “I’ve told you, I’m with Laura and we’re in love.”
She smiled sweetly at me. “You sound confused, pet. And you do find me attractive, don’t you? Come on, tell the truth.”
“Er… yes, of course I find you attractive, but I have self-control and willpower, Amy.”
She laughed. “Self-control and willpower? Pull the other one, pet. Why would you have to wear a chastity cage if you have self-control and willpower? Don’t pretend you wouldn’t want to shag me if you could.”
“Despite what you might think, Amy, men do not go around shagging every attractive girl they come across. Chaos and carnage would result.”
“Hmm… good point, but that doesn’t stop you admiring other girls, surely?”
“No, it doesn’t, but looking and acting are different,” I answered, choosing not to expand on my thoughts.
“Hmm? You might be able to do things with me that you can’t do with Laura,” she explained. “Like having sex any time you want—within reason, of course.” Her pupils were becoming dilated, and her nipples were starting to push against her top. “What do you say, pet? You’re not Laura’s prisoner, are you? You have freewill, yes?”
“Yes, of course I do, but I’m devoted to Laura and I never want to leave her.”
“Well, you might if—” At that moment, there was a sharp tap on the door and our supervisor walked in.
“Morning, both,” James announced in his customary, friendly manner. “How are things going?”
The signs of Amy’s arousal faded, as James quizzed us on our progress and suggested new avenues for us to explore.
oooOOooo
After half-an-hour, James left us, and we knew it was time to head over to the library. “Turn around,” instructed Amy, as I stood up. “Now bend over!”
What was she planning? Surely, she wasn’t going to spank me—or worse. “Good boy, pet,” she announced, while giving my bottom, still sore from the caning, a gentle pat, “no VPL today.”
I felt myself redden, while she smirked. Then she asked, “Have you got a pantiliner in your pocket today, pet?”
“No,” I replied, adamantly. I had made a point of double-checking before leaving the flat, because I wasn’t going to make that mistake twice.
“Then you’ve got room for these!” She reached into a desk drawer and passed me a pantiliner and a tampon. “Go on! Shove them in your pocket!”
This might have been the time to refuse and then explain to Laura what had happened. Instead, I meekly took the two items from her and pocketed them. She looked chuffed that I had obeyed her. “I can see why Laura loves being in charge of an FLR,” she mocked, while smiling smugly.
oooOOooo
We spent the rest of the morning in the library, each of us working on our own piece of research. I was worried what was going to happen at lunchtime, but Amy told me that she had brought sandwiches and would eat them in our office. This was her usual practice, yesterday being an exception.
But this meant I was able to join Laura in the refectory at lunchtime. We both arrived at exactly one o’clock and after getting our food and drink, we sat together at the same table.
“How’s Amy been?” enquired Laura, with a sly smile.
“She tried to trap me into saying I fancy her. I think she wants me to move in with her.”
“What?! No way! She can’t be serious. But you must find her attractive, muffin? She’s very pretty.” Oh, no! Was Laura playing the same game as Amy, laying out bait for me to snatch?
“Yes… er… I suppose she is, but you’re the only girl for me,” I replied.
“Yeah, but we can still look at others, can’t we? Look at that hunk over there,” she said, discreetly pointing at a muscular young man, more than six feet tall with deep brown eyes. “I think he’s gorgeous. I’m getting damp just thinking what it would be like to jump into bed with him.”
“But…”
She reached over, and placed her hand over mine. “I’m not saying I would bed him, but I can imagine what it would be like, can’t I?”
“Yes, I guess so,” I nervously responded.
I chose to change the subject. “And another thing. Amy’s expecting me to look after her tampons and pantiliners,” I whispered.
“Uh?”
“I’ve got them in my pocket,” I added, in a hushed tone.
“Oh, my God,” she laughed. “She’s got control over you, hasn’t she?”
“Should I give them back to her?”
“Noooo! You keep them. It arouses me to think you’re carrying sanitary supplies around, even if they’re not mine.” She was laughing.
oooOOooo
I went back to the office after lunch to meet up with Amy so we could make our way to the library. She stared up at me from the desk. “What colour are they, pet?” she asked.
“Sorry?”
“What colour?” she repeated.
“I don’t know what you mean?”
She smiled at me, with that deceptively sweet smile she had perfected. “What colour are your knickers? If you can ask me about my underwear, then I can ask you about yours.”
“But… but you trapped me into asking about yours.”
Amy smiled confidently and ignored my response. “I want to know, so show me.”
“No!”
“Yes! Otherwise, I will tell Laura that you’ve… er… I don’t know—you’ve behaved inappropriately again.”
“You wouldn’t? That’s blackmail!”
“Is it?” she grinned. “I could come up with something truthful, like you’ve never objected to me patting your bum! I’m sure Laura would have expected you to have told me to stop, but you haven’t.”
She was right. I wasn’t comfortable with her patting my bottom, but I had never voiced an objection. However, quite possibly, if she knew, Laura would be as angry with Amy as she was with me.
“And the other day, in the library, you brushed against my breasts, when pulling down that big book.”
I was shocked! “I don’t remember doing that,” I truthfully exclaimed.
“You don’t, pet? And then a second time, when putting the book back? You really don’t remember? Once might have been an accident, but twice?”
“No! I… I can’t have done that! I’m very careful” I protested.
“Then you must have done it subconsciously—twice. I’m sure Laura will be sympathetic because accidents happen. Brushing against a woman’s breasts—twice—must happen to you all the time. Stupid of me for thinking otherwise.”
She stared at me, as I tried to weigh up the pros and cons of doing what she asked. Would she tell a downright lie to Laura, to get her own way? Quite possibly, she would!
Detecting my hesitation, she urged, “Come on, show me. Where’s the harm? After all, locked up you can’t do anything. You can’t be unfaithful to Laura. Eh? We’ll go into the toilets. The undergrads are in a lecture so it’s not likely we’ll be disturbed.”
“No, we mustn’t. It’s not right.”
“The loos are gender-neutral so nothing wrong with us going in together. Come on, pet.”
Defeated, I followed her the short distance to the toilets where we went into the large disabled cubicle and locked the door. The block was empty, as Amy had predicted, so she felt no need to lower her voice. “Drop your jeans… please, pet,” she pleaded.
I dithered, but she held me with an unblinking, wide-eyed stare, resembling a sad puppy. Then, feeling I had no option, I undid my jeans and slid them down, revealing my sheer white satin knickers.
“Wow! I like those,” she uttered, excitedly. “They look expensive. Did Laura buy you those?”
“Er… yes, she did,” I answered, feeling myself going red.
“Does she wear the same colour and style?”
“Hmm… yes, she likes us to coordinate. We’re… we’re both wearing white today.” What was I saying?!
“That’s so cool! And does she have the matching bra?”
“Er… yes, she does.”
“But I know you don’t wear a bra, pet. I think you should.”
I could have chosen to lie, but it seemed pointless, so I explained, “I have to wear one in the flat, but not in public.”
“Oh,” she replied, “Well, that’s better than nothing, I suppose, but I’ll have to see what I can do to get that rule changed.” She stared down again at my knickers, suddenly saying, “Wow! I can see your cage! It’s bright pink!” My vividly coloured chastity device, pressed against the satin, was showing through the delicate material. “Let me feel it,” she urged.
Before I could object, she was fingering the device, through the satin. What’s more, her close attention to this aspect of my anatomy was causing me to become aroused. I was feeling discomfort from a swelling down below.
“Show me it properly,” she demanded. “I want to see it in its full glory.”
“No!” I cried, but I had barely got the word out before she had grabbed either side of the waist band of my panties and yanked them down. Instinctively, I put my hands in front to cover myself up.
“Naughty boy!” she screeched. “I want to see it. Where’s the harm?”
Reluctantly, I moved my hands out of the way, and she dropped down onto her knees for a closer inspection. Her face was barely a foot in front of my genitals. “Wow! I’ve never seen one of these before,” she muttered. “Well, not in real life, anyway. Only in pictures. You look excited, pet. It can barely contain you! It could split apart at any moment.” She was teasing me, and that was further fuelling my excitement.
She started fingering the small padlock that secured the device. “I suppose Laura has the key, pet?” she said, in a quizzical way.
“Yes, yes, she does,” I replied, as firmly as possible.
“That’s a pity,” she replied, sullenly. “You standing there, and me down here on my knees. Just that flimsy little padlock in our way. Can you imagine what might happen if we had the key?”
“Don’t even go there,” I replied.
“Oh, I wouldn’t let you cum, pet, if that’s what worries you. But I would tease you mercilessly!” she laughed.
“Stop talking like that, Amy. I’m faithful to Laura.”
“You don’t have much choice, do you, being locked up?” she grinned. As she did so, her hands moved behind me, fondling my buttocks. Her fingers detected the still fresh wheals from my caning the previous day.
“What?! Turn around,” she ordered. “Wow! You’ve been caned, haven’t you? I don’t believe it. Is this what Laura meant by having words with you, pet? Oh, my God!” She let out a shriek of excitement.
“Yes, you got me into a lot of trouble with your mischief making, Amy.”
“Did I pet?” She continued to fondle my stripes before standing up and swivelling me around. “Never mind! You deserved to be caned, for what you did, didn’t you? No harm done, eh?”
No harm done! What was she saying? But she continued, “Laura is very strict with you, isn’t she? I wouldn’t be that strict, if you were mine, pet. You’d have to be very, very naughty to get caned like that… I think a bare bottom spanking would have been more appropriate.”
I sensed she was getting turned on again but, fortunately, she brought the discussion to an end. “Get dressed, pet—we need to get back to our research.”
I wasted no time doing what she said and was never keener to get over to the library. I was embarrassed by what she had done, but also aroused.
oooOOooo
I was concerned by how eager Amy was in trying to break up my relationship with Laura. When Laura and I arrived back at her flat that evening I felt compelled to put her in the picture. “I’ve had a difficult day with Amy, Miss. Very difficult.”
“Oh?”
“She seems determined to split us up, Miss. She’s trying to get me to go and live with her.”
“Are you sure, poppet? Maybe, you’re reading too much into what she said? She’s probably teasing you.”
“I don’t think so. But I have a confession to make, Miss. I’m very sorry…”
Laura’s ears perked up. “What have you done now, Stevie?” she sighed, as she resigned herself to hearing my latest blunder.
“She… she persuaded me to drop my jeans and show her my knickers. And then she saw my cage,” I gulped. I knew I was on thin ice and Laura might explode.
“What?! How on earth could she persuade you to do that, eh?”
“I… I don’t know, Miss. It… it just happened!”
“For crying out loud, Stevie, things like that don’t just happen. You must have consented and gone along with this.”
“Er… well, yes, I suppose so, Miss.”
“You suppose so! I don’t know what to say. I can’t believe you would be so stupid. First you ask about her underwear, and now you show her yours.” Laura shook her head in disbelief.
“I’m very sorry, Miss, but I’ve owned up straight away.”
She gave a gasp. “This is getting ridiculous. You’ve made a complete fool of yourself.”
“Yes, Miss. Sorry! I know I need to be punished for being stupid.”
Laura paused to reflect. “No, Stevie, I’m not going to punish you. If you want to go around humiliating yourself in front of women that’s fine by me, provided you don’t get yourself arrested by the police! But it does sound like Amy was born to run an FLR. She’s got you doing anything she asks, no matter how embarrassing!”
I breathed a sigh of relief, while secretly thinking how accurately Laura had summarised Amy.
oooOOooo
Nothing happened at university for a couple of days and Amy didn’t ask me any personal questions. But I knew that couldn’t last. Suddenly, out of the blue, she asked, “How often do you get to make love to Laura?”
“That’s very personal, Amy,” I replied, trying to make out I was offended by the question.
“It’s a fair question and I’m curious. What’s the harm in telling me? It can’t be very often because you’re locked up.”
“No, it’s not very often.”
“How often?” she persisted.
“Very rarely… She gives me relief about once every two weeks, on average!”
“What? What do you mean?”
“Er… Laura unlocks me and gives me a hand job.”
“Uh?! So you don’t get to fuck her?”
“Er… no,” I replied, my face now crimson.
“Then why does she unlock you? Why not just milk you? I’ve been doing some background reading and milking seems to be the best option for men permanently locked up like you are.”
“I… I don’t know, Amy. Perhaps she gives me a hand job because it’s kinder. I don’t know! Can we change the subject?”
“You’ve never asked her?”
“No.”
“It’s not very kind locking a man up, is it? Okay, I find it very sexy and appealing, but it can’t be described as kind, can it? She’d be better off going the whole hog and milking you. I might mention that to her!”
“No! Please!”
“I do talk to her occasionally and she’s keen to confide in me. But you could suggest milking to her. Show some initiative, pet, and get in first, before I do.”
oooOOooo
Another few days passed with Amy not interrogating me, but I knew that this was the calm before the storm.
One morning, soon after we met in the office to work out our research strategy for the day, she suddenly said, “I’ve had an idea. About your cage!”
“No!” I retorted.
“You’ve not heard what the idea is,” she exclaimed, looking at me in astonishment. “Look, I fancy you and you fancy me. I don’t buy into all this crap about you being a one-man woman. Locked up like that, you must be desperate for sex.”
I looked at her, unsure what to say and searching my brain for a response. Before I could say anything, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a padlock. It looked identical to the one securing my device. I was stunned. “My idea, pet, is we break the lock you’re wearing and replace it with this one. I keep the key, but in return you get to fuck me once a fortnight! It’s a win-win-win! Laura gets satisfaction from thinking you’re locked up, you get to climax inside me, and I get fucked by the man of my dreams while also enjoying keeping him caged. What’s not to like?”
“No! I can’t do that, I’m loyal to Laura.”
“Why? It’s a one-sided relationship. She gets all the benefits. You get next to nothing.”
“No! It’s an FLR. It’s meant to be one-sided and it’s what I want. Besides, she would know the lock had been changed when she came to unlock me.”
“Aaahh!!” exclaimed Amy, triumphantly. “It’s obvious you’re tempted by my brilliant idea if you’re coming up with obstacles. Got you there, pet!”
“No! I’m just saying that what you think is a cunning plan is flawed. It wouldn’t work!”
“Laura would just think the lock was buggered. You must wear it in the shower, so no surprise if it corrodes inside. Anyhow, all we have to do is convince Laura that you never need to be unlocked ever again, because she can provide release by milking you. Yes? Then she would never know that the lock had been changed. That must be the ultimate FLR, pet. You’d be serving two mistresses! Wow, what’s not to like about that?”
“No!” I replied, insistently. “I won’t do it.”
Not for the first time, she feigned disappointment, given me her sad, puppy-dog expression. “You’ve let me down, pet. Don’t you see that I long to have you cum inside me? Most men would give their eye teeth to make love to me, yet the one man I really want is turning me away. How do you think that makes me feel?”
“I’m sorry, but no, Amy. That’s my final word.”
“Hmm… it might be your final word, pet,” she retorted, now smiling, “but it’s not mine.”
oooOOooo
At home, that evening, I explained Amy’s ludicrous idea to Laura. “I wasn’t tempted, Miss,” I assured her.
Laura laughed. “I trust you completely, sweetheart, but I can’t believe she was serious about changing your lock. She would have to be very naive to think I wouldn’t realise it’d been changed. She was pulling your leg!”
She paused to reflect further on what I’d told her. “All the same,” she added, “her idea that you should be milked is worth thinking about, don’t you reckon?”
I hated the thought. “It has to be your decision, Miss, but I do enjoy you giving me a hand job.”
Laura smiled. “I’m sure you do, sweetie, but you can have too much of a good thing. Do you know what your problem is? You’re sex mad!” She smiled coyly at me, while I squirmed.
