Prologue

 

 

I'm odd. I like being dominated by women. I like the humiliation, the submission, and the pain of that kind of relationship. And I've submitted to being locked away in a chastity device, with several different Mistresses as the key holder. How does that happen? How the heck did I get into all this? Well I started pretty young.

I took my A-Levels (the exam we UK folks take at 18 to enter into higher education, like university). I was going out with a girl called Joy at the time, and she wasn't a very good influence on me. I cocked up my exams, and instead of going straight to university at 18, I had to settle for a place in a teacher training college instead. That college was in Northampton, which is about 50 miles North of London. Just before I left to go to college, I found Joy sleeping with another man, and we broke up.

As one door closed, another opened. At college I met a beautiful lady called Laura, who is about 18 months older than me, and was then in the final year of her training to be a teacher. We started going out, and we got serious. But Laura was coming off some kind of reborn Christian kick, and really wanted to 'save herself' for when we got married. As a healthy 18 year old male, I just wanted to screw her because she was absolutely gorgeous. Of course we compromised by me doing exactly what Laura wanted. We did stuff like mutual masturbation, and I gave her oral sex, which she very much enjoyed. But she balked at the idea of giving me a blow job, much to my disappointment. She even made me wear cycle shorts in bed so I wouldn't try to make love to her "by mistake".

I was OK with our relationship, I suppose. Frankly I knew that Laura was out of my league, and I thought I could eventually tease out a more sexual side of her, given time. But I quickly realised that the course I was on at the college in Northampton was a disaster for me. I knew I needed to get into a proper university.

Laura's brother, Colin, worked at Loughborough University, and suggested I apply there. I did, and they said they'd accept me for a course beginning the following year. That meant I'd lose a year in the meantime, and I'd have to drop out of the teacher training college, but it seemed to me that it was the best way to go. I returned home to Merseyside and got a job in my Dad's factory to earn some cash while I was waiting to go to Loughborough.

When Laura graduated, she found a teaching job at a school in a village near Nottingham, which was relatively close to where I'd be at university. I'd be able to see Laura most weekends.

I started my course at Loughborough, and things seemed to be going well enough between us.

Laura shared a house with Christine, another young teacher who worked at the same school, and the two girls seemed to hit it off. When I first met Christine, I thought she was very pretty, although quite plump, but apparently this was because of some stress with her family and she hadn't been eating healthily. Laura was a fanatically healthy eater, and took it as a personal challenge to help Christine to get back on track.

Just before Christmas, Christine's father, who'd been ill with cancer, passed away. It was a devastating time for Christine, obviously, and to make matters worse the headmaster of their school invited Christine out for a meal "to cheer her up" - but ended up making a very unwelcome pass at her. Laura felt she really needed to support Christine through these two crises.

Laura suggested that she should spend some time with Christine up in Yorkshire over the Christmas holiday, and also invited Christine down to Gloucestershire to spend time with her family for New Year. So I hadn't seen Laura for three or four weeks over that holiday. Imagine how anxious and frustrated I was that first weekend visit in January. Little did I know, but something had changed.

Chapter One

We Need to Talk

 

 

I arrived at Laura's house just after five pm. Laura and Christine usually left school at about four thirty and it was only a fifteen minute walk back home for them. I rang the doorbell and after a few seconds Christine opened the door. She was wearing plain black trousers and a demur salmon pink cardigan, with a white T-shirt underneath it. It was five o'clock on a Friday afternoon, after a hard day at school, and yet she was perfectly made up. She looked lovely actually.

"Wow Christine, you look fantastic," I blurted out without thinking. "I know it's probably rude of me to ask, but how much weight have you lost?"

Christine smiled proudly, and stepped back for me to enter. "Well I think it's a nice compliment, thank you John," she said. "Actually I've lost about thirty pounds so far - that's since October though, when I went on the 'Laura diet'. She's just upstairs fixing her face, by the way. She said she'll be down in a minute. Would you like a cuppa? The kettle's just boiled. Happy New Year by the way!" She leaned forward and gave me a peck on the cheek.

"Gosh, sorry, yes Happy New Year to you too. Tea would be lovely Christine, thanks so much," I replied. Christine seemed more cheerful than of late. I hoped she'd got over the two horrible experiences of a few weeks ago. She was certainly looking so much better and more confident.

I shuffled into the lounge with my bag and flopped down on the sofa. It had been a decent bus ride over. No delays, and there was a nice old chap I'd been talking to on the bus that had passed the time. Seemed to be a local history buff, and had been telling me all about the villages we went through on the journey. It was pretty interesting.

Christine came through with a mug of tea. "I'm right, it's milk and one sugar, isn't it?" she asked uncertainly.

"It is indeed. Lovely," I saw that the tea was quite orange in colour. 'Builders' Tea' we call it. I love it much better than the weak and wazzy stuff Southerners drink. Christine is from Yorkshire, and it's clear that she knows how to make a decent cuppa. I took a sip of the hot liquid.

"Ooh. That's proper tea that is!" I said. "Thanks."

Christine gave me another smile and told me she'd leave me in peace. Two minutes later Laura came through the door. There was a waft of perfume ahead of her, and she breezed over and dragged me out of the sofa. She threw her arms around me and gave me the biggest hug, and I hugged back. I thought I was going to suffocate.

"Ooooh!" came a muffled noise from my shoulder. "Oh John, I've missed you so much!"

"I missed you too, darling!" I told her.

She lifted away and we kissed. That went on for a while and it was very nice, very nice indeed.

She was wearing a long grey woolen cardigan with a white blouse underneath, black skirt, matching opaque tights and black high-heeled boots. It was probably what she'd been wearing at school I thought - one of her "sexy teacher" outfits. She also had her "professional" makeup on, with a red-brown lipstick that I found extremely sexy.

Laura pushed me back down onto the sofa. I expected her to sit down next to me, but instead she perched on the armchair opposite. She sat upright, and crossed one leg over the other in quite a stern pose I thought. The dress was actually quite short, but the thick opaque tights kept her decent. And the view of her boots was nice.

"OK, I know you just got here, but we need to talk," she began.

As a man I always wonder what these words are supposed to mean. We talk all the time, of course. But having been in a relationship for over year now, I am gradually picking up on these female phrases. "We need to talk," actually means "I am going to tell you something that you really don't want to hear."

I was right.

"Wh-what about?" I asked, cautiously.

"As you know, a few weeks back Christine had those two terrible things happen to her with her dad, and then that creep of a headmaster. We don't need to dwell on it, but she's feeling a lot better now. At the time I was happy to be as supportive as I could, and the two of us became very...close," she said. It sounded like she'd rehearsed the lines.

She paused to see if I was processing this. "Errr OK," was all I could think of to say. Up to now Laura hadn't really said anything unexpected, but what did she mean by "close"?

She took a breath and carried on.

"A couple of weeks ago I started spending most nights in Christine's bed. It wasn't the first time - well you know that because you were here then when she was upset. At first I slept with her because she needed the company. She couldn't get to sleep on her own."

She paused again and frowned; presumably at my rather vacant expression.

"Anyway," she continued, squeezing her hands together nervously. "I slept in her bed to keep her company, and I hadn't seen you for a while and I think I was a bit frustrated. And there was stuff going on at school that I could talk about with Christine," she paused, and then blurted out. "Well we ended up kissing. And it's happened again - a lot actually."

She paused again and looked at me expectantly.

"Well, are you going to say something?" Laura stared at me, obviously waiting for some reaction. I leaned towards her and had to clear my throat before I could speak.

"Well I'm not sure what to say. Why are you telling me this?" I asked.

"Why?" she exclaimed. "Why am I telling you I've just started a lesbian affair with my housemate?"

"Hang on a minute!" I said, holding a hand up. "You didn't say that - you said you'd just kissed a bit."

Laura stood up. She started to pace in front of me, the sound of her tights swishing with each step she took was incredibly erotic. I wondered if I was having some kind of "man's dream" - my girlfriend is bisexual and she might let me watch!