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!

“Well it’s a lot more than that,” she said, still wringing her hands nervously. “We sleep together every night now. We make love. Christine makes love to me, and I make love to her.” She stopped pacing and stood looming over me, hands on her hips.

I wanted to stand up, but something made me stay in this position.

“Well, what about us?” I croaked eventually.

“Yes, well that’s what we need to discuss,” she told me. “Christine and I feel that it’s not fair for me to throw you out. It’s not your fault. And I still believe there’s a place for you in the relationship.”

“What? What kind of place?” I thought maybe I should stand up, but there was no strength in my legs at all.

Laura crouched down next to me and put her hand on my knee. She suddenly became a bit more sympathetic.

“Poor baby,” she said softly. “Look, I know it’s a bit difficult to get your head around it. But if you’re prepared to make some adjustments then we can really carry on the same way we did before, can’t we?”

“What do you mean by adjustments?” I asked.

“Well with you being so far away I really do get frustrated, and Christine can be there for me in the week when I need to unwind. And I can be there for her. The sex is fantastic!” I looked into Laura’s eyes, and saw that she was totally serious. But then she added in a whisper…

“Well, she’s not as good as you with her tongue, if you know what I mean. Nowhere near as good actually.”

Laura leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek. She stood up from her crouch and went back to the chair.

“So we need to talk about how this is going to work, and lay down some ground rules for you, OK?” she demanded.

Thoughts were racing through my mind. Laura was my girlfriend – my fiancée for goodness’ sake. OK, maybe I just asked her to marry me because I thought she’d finally let me screw her, but I thought the relationship was going amazingly well until a few weeks ago.

I looked across at her. I realised again how beautiful she was, and wondered again what she saw in me. Maybe a better looking guy would have left her if she tried withholding sex from him. Maybe I was just desperate enough to stay with her on the faint chance she’d give me more than a hand job. But she was nice to be around too. She was funny, and interesting. She was so much classier than the girls I normally kicked around with. An image of my old girlfriend, Joy, sprang into my head – pretty, yes, but a total slut. Never any problem with sex but I always felt slightly grubby afterwards. With Laura I always felt that I should try and be a better person for her. I obviously wasn’t doing very well at that.

She was sitting and looking at me, her lovely, hazel brown eyes gazing into mine. I wanted to go to her, but I didn’t want to be looming over her. I slipped off the couch on my knees and shuffled the three feet or so to her chair. I realised how pathetic I looked, but at that point I couldn’t care less. But as I crawled over to her, I saw a faint smile appear on Laura’s face. Her eyes seemed to become more interested.

But as I got close to her, I realised I had a problem. I couldn’t reach her hands; her crossed legs were in the way. One of her slinky black boots was tapping the air just a few inches from my face. For some reason I paused and became fascinated with the soft creak of the leather, and the tiny wrinkles as her ankle flexed.

Laura seemed pleased that I was in that position and she reached out with the boot and stroked the pointed toe along my cheek. I heard the creak of the leather more clearly in my ear and had to swallow to stop my mouth from gumming up. Somehow I knew I shouldn’t touch her.

“Laura…please…I don’t want you to leave me,” I managed to say. “I don’t really know what more to say, but we’ve been together for over a year and we’ve been so happy and I think that has to count for something, doesn’t it? I’ve tried to understand – you know the thing about us not making love.”

Laura had slid the boot back and was now pressing the sharp heel into my cheek. I didn’t want to flinch or move away, that seemed wrong. I tried to carry on with my pleas.

“W…well it wasn’t easy for me and I hope you can admit that I’ve really tried hard. I know you’d like me to be here all the time, but I can’t be. I would if I could but you need to tell me what I can do to make this right!”

I put as much passion as I could into my words. Laura stayed silent for a few seconds, looking past me at the wall. Her boot was now on my shoulder, using me as a footrest.

“Well that’s very encouraging actually,” she said in a matter of fact tone. “I think you’re going to approach this with the right attitude. I think if you can stay focused on those feelings you’ve just expressed you’re going to get through this OK.”

She lowered her leg, and reached out to take my right hand in both of hers.

“Look, there’s something I want to show you because you’ll probably see it sometime this weekend anyway,” she said. She slipped back one shoulder of the long cardigan, and undid the top three buttons of her blouse.

At first I thought this looked promising, but then I stared at her breasts with horror. On each milky breast was a criss-cross pattern of red marks. They didn’t seem to be scratches; it was like somebody had drawn deep red lines on her skin with a felt pen.

“Oh my God, what happened?” I asked incredulously.

“Stay calm,” she said quietly. “Christine did this, and before you over react let me tell you that I asked her to do it. It’s a punishment that I really love.” Laura reached over to the sideboard and took something in her hand. She held it up for me to see. It was a thin plastic stick about a foot long. It looked like the kind of thing you buy in a garden shop to secure young plants.

“She uses this on me. She pulls back, and lets it flick my breasts again and again.” Laura was looking me right in the eye to try to gauge my reaction as she demonstrated the effect on her hand.

“And you asked her to do it – you enjoy it?” I asked. I tried to keep my tone as level as possible, but the thought of Christine hurting Laura was making me furious.

“No. I don’t just enjoy it John. I love it,” she said slowly, emphasizing the word ‘love’. “You need to understand that while she was doing this to me I actually came. I was masturbating for her, and I came really strongly, as she was actually hitting me. It was incredible.”

As a man I have to admit that the first thing I got from that description is that I’d begged Laura on many occasions to masturbate for me and she’d always refused. I didn’t think that would be a tactful thing to point out at this stage – see I’m not a total pig! I thought I’d phrase from her point of view.

“But you never asked me to do anything like that for you, Laura, I would have…”

She squeezed my arm as she interrupted me. “Don’t be silly, darling,” she said gently. “You’re much too submissive to carry it off. With Christine I know she’s in control. She’s strong. It’s so clear to me now, Christine explained it to me. I told her about our relationship and she explained that you must be incredibly masochistic to let me withhold sex from you the way I have been doing.”

“You don’t withhold sex – we have sex all the time…” I spluttered. Laura burst out laughing.

“Is that what you tell yourself John?” she said, mockingly. “No you silly thing, we don’t!”

She got up from the chair and stood over me. She fastened her blouse and slipped the dress back over her shoulder. I didn’t know it then, but that was the last time I would see her breasts all weekend. She was so close that I could feel the heat of my breath reflecting back from her crotch. Her perfume filled my nose, and there was the very faint, tangy scent of her pussy too – even through the dress. She was clearly getting very aroused by this.

“You allow me to withhold this, don’t you?” she asked softly, sliding both hands down to her crotch and massaging it slowly through the material. I stared, like I was hypnotized, and nodded dumbly. Was she going to masturbate in front of me?

“And I don’t even give you blow jobs, do I?” she teased. I shook my head slowly, my face slack like an imbecile.

“I…I love it when you let me tit-fuck you,” I offered, hopefully. She’d only offered that twice in the year or so we’d been physically intimate. One of those was for my birthday.

“Oooh. I love that too, baby. But after Christine’s punishment last night I’m afraid they’re too sore for any of that tonight.”

Her voice was sympathetic, but I could also hear the sarcasm.

“What about between your thighs? Please Laura?” I was really begging now. Laura eased over so that her thigh brushed my cheek. She rocked back and forward against me for a few seconds.

“Hmmmm. Yes, you like that too, don’t you? It’s a lovely treat for you, I know, sweetheart. But it’s so messy. It’s so much trouble for me. And more importantly, Christine loves to kiss me there, between my thighs on that really soft skin. I’m not sure she’d like the idea of all your smelly spunk dripping over me, do you?” she giggled.

Suddenly the thought that Laura hadn’t been enjoying those sessions hit me like a brick. She seemed so excited. Christ knows I’d given her enough pleasure with my mouth. She really loved me going down on her – and I knew that wasn’t faked because she’d ask me for it, and I’d do it willingly. But when it came to her giving me pleasure, I always seemed to be the one doing the begging.

“Did you hear my question, John?” she asked. “I said I don’t think Christine would approve, would she?”

“I…I suppose not,” I said, feeling rather pathetic.

Well I supposed I couldn’t really get any more pathetic, so why not just ask for it?

“Please Laura; I’ve been waiting for weeks to see you – since before Christmas. I’m bursting, honestly. Please!”

Even I was cringing as I heard myself.

Laura was holding my head in her hands now. She stepped astride me and guided my nose into her crotch. The smell of her suddenly swept over me. I reached out and put my hands on the back of her thighs. She quickly took my hands and brought them away.

“Don’t do that!” she ordered, then more softly, “we wouldn’t want you getting over excited, would we? I think we’d better limit our touching from now on.”

“I’m sorry Laura,” I said, miserably. I drank in the scent of her pussy and tried to press my cheek against her legs.

“No!” she said firmly. “Stay still. You need to learn to be more obedient, do you understand John?”

“Yes Laura,” I said, my words muffled in her crotch.

Laura started to slowly grind herself against my face. I just knelt there, helpless and tried to offer the right resistance as she pushed.

She was panting now. She reached under her dress and slid down her tights and knickers until they dangled around her boots. Then she sat back in the chair. She wriggled into position and pointed at her crotch.

“You can get on with it. But don’t touch me with your hands unless I give you permission,” she gasped.

If there’s one thing I think I’m good at its eating pussy. I’ve had a lot of practice with Laura, and she was never slow to offer guidance as I was “working” on her. Within a few minutes she was moaning and writhing from my efforts. I pulled back to speak.

“I’m sorry Laura, but I need my hand to,” she cut me off.

“Then do it for fuck’s sake!” she said angrily, then more softly, “quickly John, pleeeease!”

I have this trick. Well I guess it’s pretty well known to a lot of other folks too, but I like to fool myself that it’s mine. It works like a charm on Laura. At some point as I feel her building up to a climax I insert two fingers into her pussy and curl them upwards to put pressure on a particular place on the upper wall of her vagina. I know some people call it the G-spot, and other people claim the G-spot doesn’t exist, but for Laura, when I do it just right, she goes off like a rocket. And this time was a good one. She was already well on the way, and literally the moment I applied gentle upward pressure she arched her back, thrust her hips towards me and grunted.

“Oh shit! Yeeeesssss!” she cried, and shuddered for a few seconds, gasping for breath.

But there’s more. I knew she’d just had a pretty good climax. If I can catch her just right it’s possible to bring her to a second, and even more climaxes almost right away. One time I think I managed five in a row until she begged me to stop. I ignored her stupid instructions about not touching her. I needed to grab the back of her hips and push hard into her with my face to get this to work. She was also grabbing the back of my head and pushing it as hard as she could. It throws me off my game a bit having my head dragged this way and that. Anyway I was determined to do this, and with a lot of quick tongue work I felt the tension in her body peaking again, and…

“Oh God! Fuck yes, that’s it! Ohhhhh!” she was screaming, but quietly.

I had to admit, this was a bit unusual for Laura, she almost never swore. I rather liked the dirty talk. What the heck, I went in for number three. It took a minute or so of work because Laura was getting tired now, and she tried to push me away rather weakly, but sure enough I caught her just right. The third climax wasn’t as strong as the first two, but it seemed more prolonged. Laura groaned and shuddered for about ten seconds and then her body just went limp and fell back into the chair.

My hands we still around her hips and I leaned forward and rested my head on her tummy. I could hear her heart thumping, and some gurgles from her tummy too!

Her hands were relaxed on my head now, stroking and caressing me.

She was out of breath, but managed to gasp, “How do you do that John? You’re a magician, you know that? You really need to show Christine!”

No fucking way, I thought. I will never show that bitch my party tricks. It occurred to me that my prowess in oral sex might be the only reason Laura hadn’t ditched me. I thought about that for a few seconds and I decided that was just fine by me. The longer I could stay around, the more chance I would have of winning back Laura and getting rid of Christine. Laura might be making up some weird new rules in this relationship, but if I just walked away from it I knew I’d never get Laura back.

After a few minutes of resting, Laura stood up in front of me and began to rearrange herself. She slid up her panties and tights and tugged up her boots.

“Ewww,” she said. “I’m soaking down here. Stay exactly where you are, I’ll be back in a sec,”

She sauntered out of the room leaving me kneeling in front of the empty chair. I was totally confused. What could I do to try and win Laura back? Christine had her all week, whereas I got an occasional weekend.

Laura came back into the room and flopped down in the chair. She crossed one long, shapely leg over the other, which left her left boot hovering inches in front of my face. She sat there in silence, idly twisting her ankles. I listened to the soft creak of the leather and stared, and stared.

“You like these boots, don’t you?” she asked softly. She reached forward and tapped the toe of her boot against my cheek. It felt rather humiliating.

“Yes Laura,” I replied, my mouth suddenly dry.

“I mean, you really like them. I’ll bet you think about me wearing them, don’t you?” She began to trace small circles on my left cheek.

“Don’t you?” she pressed, giving my face a tiny push with the boot as punctuation. I sat there passively.

“Yes Laura, I do actually,” I admitted.

There was a pause. She uncrossed her legs and placed one booted leg on each of my shoulders. The creak of leather was loud in each ear now. She squeezed her legs together and twisted my head, and then she resumed her legs crossed pose.

“Do you actually wank off while you’re thinking about me in these boots?” she asked with a mocking tone.

In fact she knew perfectly well that’s what I did. We sometimes had phone sex that ended up with her describing what she was wearing, and often emphasizing the boots. Until now I’d loved those phone calls.

“Yes Laura, you know I do,” I said quietly.

She giggled now. “That’s right! You wank off when we have our sexy phone calls,” she placed an emphasis on the last three words as though in her opinion they were anything but sexy to her.

“That’s so sad, so pathetic, wanking all on your own. Maybe you should wank off right now. After all you’re right here looking at me. It’s got to be a lot better than a phone call.”

“But I wanted to…” I stammered.

“John, you’re the one who says he’s fucking desperate! Well if you’re really that desperate get your dick out and start wanking. Now!” she ordered.

I was already hard as a rock at this point anyway. I kneeled upright and fumbled my jeans open.

“Oooh. What a big boy!” chuckled Laura. “Come on then, let’s see you perform for me.”

My dick was already dripping with precum so I didn’t need any lubrication. After a few strokes Laura uncrossed her legs and pressed one of the boots into the gap between my legs.

“You need to aim for this boot with your come. Make sure you get it, I don’t want any on the carpet, or there’ll be trouble,” she warned.

I adjusted my aim and carried on wanking. Laura placed her other boot on my shoulder again and rubbed the shiny leather along the side of my face. She lifted it off and placed the stiletto heel over one of my nipples. I was only wearing a T-shirt so she could easily see the little bulge. She pressed the heel into me as I leaned into it and I felt a delicious tingle in my loins. She continued grinding the heel, and I worked on my cock for a minute or so before Laura took the boot away and spoke again.

“I’m getting bored with this now! I’ll give you until ten to come or I’m walking away,” she said in a low, threatening tone.

I looked up into her eye and she gave a quick, false beaming smile before clicking her fingers.

“Come on!”

“Please!” I gasped.

I frantically redoubled my efforts and focused on her sitting in front of me. God she was so lovely!

“Ten…nine…eight…” she counted flatly, looking down at her nails and appearing as disinterested as possible.

“…seven…six…five seconds, you’d better hurry!”

I was gasping now with the effort, but then felt the familiar pressure building.

“Four…three…two…”

The cum spurted out of my cock and along the length of Laura’s boot. It wasn’t my biggest or finest orgasm, but under the time constraints I thought I’d done well.

“Oh wow, that was so close! Get it all out now,” she ordered. “Wipe yourself off on my other boot here.”

She lifted her other boot and used it to scrape along my now receding cock. I wiped the dollop of spunk that was on my hand onto it also. Gosh she was making a mess of those boots. That was probably a polishing job for me later. But that was no problem, I was always happy to polish Laura’s boots.

“Good boy,” she chuckled. “That should keep you quiet for now. Moaning about tit jobs and thigh jobs indeed, you need to show a bit more gratitude, don’t you?”

“Yes Laura. Thank you,” I mumbled, still trying to catch my breath.

“Well you’d better start by cleaning the jizz off these boots, hadn’t you?” she said sharply.

“Yes Laura, of course. Would you mind passing me that box of Kleenex please?” There was a box of Kleenex on the sideboard about a foot from her left hand.

“Tissues?” she cried. “I don’t think we need to waste perfectly good tissues, do we?”

She’d placed both feet together in front of me and was leaning forward into my face.

“W-well did you want me to fetch a washcloth?”

Laura raised a hand to her forehead and sighed.

“The boy’s an idiot. No, I do not want you to fetch anything. Use your tongue, stupid!”

I recoiled back in horror. There was no way I was going to lick up my own spunk.

“Go on, lick it off!” she ordered. She was almost shouting now, with her right index finger pointing rigidly at the stream of grey, congealing spunk sliding slowly down her boot. I still sat there motionless, unable to meet her eyes.

“You’ve got five seconds to start licking. If not, you are on the next bus back to Loughborough,” she coldly.

I looked up into her eyes then and I knew she meant it.

“Five…” she began.

“OK, OK,” I said dejectedly. “OK I’m going to do it, Laura, just…just give me a second to get my head round it!”

Even so I wasn’t sure that I could. I’d never, ever tasted my spunk – and I certainly hadn’t tasted anyone else’s. Never. Could I do it?

“I don’t see any licking. Four!”

I leaned down and tried to stick my tongue out as far as it would go. As I approached the boot I caught a whiff of the spunk and thought I might start to gag. But I forced it out of my mind and started to lick.

The taste wasn’t what I expected. It really wasn’t very strong, but it seemed to linger somehow. And it seemed to coat the roof of my mouth somehow. It wasn’t that bad really, but I knew I’d be doing a lot of mouthwash in about five minutes’ time.

“Keep going!” Laura said, obviously trying to suppress a giggle. “I want every drop cleaned off. Then you can go and polish them properly. And Christine has some of her boots and shoes you can clean while you’re at it.”

I don’t know how long it took me –quite a while it seemed. But Laura was not only patient – she was determined that I would not miss a single drop of spunk. When she was satisfied she pulled my head up by my hair.

“That’s enough, sweetheart,” she said softly.

I was exhausted – mentally and physically. I looked up at her face, and saw she was smiling and looking over my shoulder at something behind me.

I turned to see that Christine was sitting on the arm of the sofa near the lounge door. How long had she been there?

Christine smiled at me and winked.

“Nice wank, Tiger,” she quipped. “I’ll bet your mouth feels a bit claggy at the moment. If you fancy a drink your tea’s still here.”

She pointed down to the floor where I’d left my tea ages ago. “It’ll be a bit cold though,” she said, and the two girls burst out laughing.

Laura and Christine watched TV most of the evening. To be fair it’s pretty tiring teaching school kids and I didn’t want to push Laura too hard just yet. I was still desperately embarrassed about the masturbation scene earlier. Laura and Christine had clearly planned the whole thing. I felt so humiliated.

When Laura and I headed up to bed at about 11:00pm the first thing she told me to do was put on a pair of the tight cycle shorts that she always asked me to wear when we slept together. Except normally we did something like a mutual wank, or I gave her oral sex before she made me put them on. There was clearly no chance of any more of that tonight.

Soon after we started sleeping together Laura took to wearing one-piece swimsuits to bed. She had about five different costumes, most of them black slinky designs that I found very sexy. But they were specifically to prevent “unauthorized access” for me during the night. Tonight she wore a high neck design that completely hid her breasts as well.

Before I could raise the question of Christine, Laura kissed me goodnight on the cheek and switched off the light. I snuggled into her as usual and she gave me a hug. She stroked my crotch through the cycle shorts. I was very hard again and her fingers spent a little time squeezing and playing. Then she whispered, “I feel nice and safe with you wearing those, thanks love! Night night.”

I slept off and on that night – from about 6.30am I was wide awake, desperate to talk to Laura about Christine. I really felt that I needed to step in and do something. Finally at 8.25 am Laura woke up with a long lazy stretch. She rolled over towards me and rubbed herself against me. I could feel my dick straining in the cycle shorts, and I slid my arms around Laura’s body. She dipped her head under the bedclothes and her mouth found my left nipple. She sucked on it gently for a few seconds, then bit down harder. I shuddered with pleasure, and felt her hand slide along my crotch.

“Gosh, who’s a big boy?” she murmured from under the clothes. I felt my hands stroking along her back, then she turned around and squirmed her bottom into my groin. I reached around and stroked her breasts through the rubbery lycra of her swimsuit. I kneaded them gently for a minute or so, and then she moved my hand away.

“Look John,” she said. “Christine feels that you shouldn’t really be mauling me like you do.”

She spun around again to face me, and looked up into my eyes with that puppy dog look I can’t resist. Her hands went down to my nipples and twisted them firmly. I gasped.

“She feels that it’s not dignified. That’s why she punished my breasts so hard on Thursday night. She was trying to make them too sore for you to have a tit fuck last night.”

She leaned forward and kissed me on the mouth. I was lost for words. What the hell was going on here?

“That’s complete bollocks!” I spluttered. “She can’t do that, it’s not fair! She can’t come and barge into our lives and break us up.” I put as much conviction as I could into the words, but I could see in Laura’s eyes that she’d already decided.

“I know, love, but I think it’s more like I invited her in actually. And I think she’s got a point about the touching. There’s no way I want you to fuck me, until we’re married that is. But I want you to be able to keep your frustration under control. Take your hands away, there’s a love,” she whispered, nibbling my ear. Her fingers were still working on my nipples. My dick was now throbbing hard after missing its treat the previous night. I could feel juices dripping out of it inside the shorts. It had been so long since I’d seen Laura. Wanking to sexy phone calls really wasn’t a good substitute.

“P-please Laura,” it was a croak, or a whisper. I could even feel a tear welling up. I wanted to beg Laura to let me touch her.

“No, Christine knows best,” she whispered into my ear. “I think you need to accept that sweetheart.”

“Christine! Bloody Hell Laura, is Christine running our relationship now?” I was actually crying now. Laura had pushed me down on my back and was straddling me. She was still working on my nipples – pinching hard now and making me wince. I didn’t dare to tell her to stop in case it was the last time she touched me. She sat right over my dick – working up and down slowly. Too slowly to get me off, but plenty enough to keep me on the edge.

“OK, you need to calm down a bit,” Laura said gently. “I’m going to get dressed and pop out to the shops in a bit. You and Christine can have a chat, one to one. I was going to send you over into the corner for you to have another wank, but I think you’re too cheeky for that. You need to start accepting the new rules John, and then you’d be surprised what nice things can happen to you. I bet you’d like me to send you to that corner right now for a nice wank where you can’t make too much of a mess, wouldn’t you?”

“Send me for a wank?” I croaked miserably. “But what happened to us making each other happy?”

“But you do make me happy, sweetheart! You gave me a fantastic set of orgasms yesterday!” she said, pinching my nipples again. I was so desperate to come now.

“And what about me? Don’t I get something in return?” I demanded.

“You selfish bastard!” Laura said, frowning. “Christine said you’ve got no idea of gratitude. I let you wank over my boots, didn’t I?” she asked, sharply.

“Yes, but I would have…”

“It’s all about you, isn’t it? ‘I want this’, ‘I want that’. God, Christine really has you summed up,” as she spoke Laura had been pressing her thumb nails into my nipples. It was agony, but it was beautiful agony. She was sitting in just about the right place for me to press upwards into her. I eased upwards and felt exactly the right pressure. The delicious pain in my nipples was going to help too. I was nearly there…

Slap! Laura hit me on the left cheek with a pretty good whack! She leapt up off me, using my stomach to press on, and almost winding me. The orgasm I thought was just building disappeared in a flash.

“You dirty swine!” she cried. “You were trying to wank up against me then! Admit it!”

I managed to draw a breath and said, “But Laura, please! I was only trying to...”

“No, that’s enough excuses! You haven’t heard the last of this.”

She slid off the bed and headed towards the bathroom. I lay there, wondering what the hell was going on, and then got up myself and waited my turn for the shower. I would need it. The inside of my cycle shorts was a sticky mess. In fact, all mess and no satisfaction.

When I came out of the bathroom I saw Laura finishing off in the bedroom. She was wearing jeans, a white cotton shirt and black ankle boots. I remembered they were amongst the dozen or so pairs of boots and shoes that I had to polish last night. I was in the army cadets at school and I like to think I have very high standards when it comes to boot polishing. But Christine came in three times while I was working, and made me re-do half of the stuff I’d already cleaned. There wasn’t a mark on any of them – she was just asserting her new authority.

I stumbled down the stairs and into the lounge. Christine was there reading a magazine, and Laura came in behind me. She went over to Christine and they kissed.

“Morning, my darling,” said Christine, “I missed you last night. The bed felt so empty without you. You look really sexy by the way. Those jeans are fab.”

“Thanks lover. Missed you too. I like that skirt a lot. It makes me want to kiss your bottom!” Laura replied with a chuckle.

Christine was wearing a brown linen pencil skirt and a cream silky blouse, dark brown sheer tights and claret red high heeled shoes. The skirt was rather sexy, I had to admit. And the blouse was showing off her ample bosom rather nicely, I thought. I wondered if I’d be able to breast-fuck those one day if I was a good boy…

“Bye – see you in a bit. Just off to the local shops,” said Laura as Christine saw her out. I heard the front door close and Christine came back into the room with a smile on her face. “OK John, I think we need to have a bit of a chat, don’t you?” she said.

Oh shit, another “we need to talk” moment!

“Well yes, I think we do,” I began firmly. “I mean I know we’ve got a bit of a strange thing going here, but those marks on Laura’s breasts…” she didn’t let me finish.

“Will fade in a couple of days unless I repeat the punishment of course. I know she’d love me to. So let’s get one thing clear right now. There’s nothing you can do at this point so you’d better get used to it. If it came to a decision – you or me – who do you think Laura would choose? You?” she scoffed. “Dream on. You don’t even make love to her, you pathetic piece of shit. She needs to be submissive in a relationship, and that’s what I give her. And you? Well you need to be even more submissive than she is, or this isn’t going to work, is it?”

I was speechless. I didn’t know what to say in response. This was a side to Christine that I’d certainly never seen before but what she said made some sense. I wasn’t giving Laura anything really. Christine was still waiting for her answer.

“Well? Is it?” she asked sharply.

“Errr. I suppose not…”

“What did you say? How did you address me? Stand up!” she was shouting now.

I scrambled to my feet, almost falling over as I tried to get out of the armchair. Christine strode across the room to me, and suddenly had her right index finger almost touching my nose. I recoiled in fear.

“I think you’d better start getting used to this new situation now,” she said, suddenly very quiet. “From now on when you step into this house you will adopt the role of our submissive – our slave, do you understand me? No messing about with the lovey dovey crap. When you step across that doorway you are a slave – Laura’s slave, my slave. We are your Mistresses, do you understand?”

“Jesus Christ Christine, can you hear yourself?” I gasped. “Slave? Mistresses? What the fuck are you talking about?”

I seriously thought that Christine might slap me the way Laura had done earlier. What would I do if she tried? I’d been brought up to respect women, and the idea of trying to defend myself physically against one was…well it was just too fucking weird.

But Christine just smiled.

“Oh John!” she said slowly. “Poor, submissive, pathetic, under-achieving John.”

She lowered her hand and moved very close to me. Her breasts were actually brushing my chest. I could tell she was deliberately pressing them against me, perhaps wanting me to yield ground. Her perfume was subtle, and rather pleasant. Her deep brown eyes looked up into mine.

“What do you think you have to offer a girl like Laura?” she asked quietly.

I could smell the tea she’d been drinking on her breath, and a hint of toothpaste. She was wearing a similar shade of lipstick to Laura’s usual colour. I wondered if they shared them. Her lips were thinner, less full than Laura’s, but her face was very pretty. I’d never really looked at her that way before. My mind returned to her question, but I suspect she assumed I wasn’t going to answer.

“Nothing to say?” she asked, rather kindly. “I know how you feel John. I was a dumpy little thing when I first met her. I thought she was the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen. I think I loved her from that first moment, and when she turned out to be such a good friend, I started to imagine there really could be something more between us.”

She smiled, and reached up a hand to stroke my hair. She smiled more widely when she saw me flinch.

“That was when I decided to take her away from you,” she whispered.

I felt a pain in my chest, and realised I’d stopped breathing. I took a conscious breath inwards, and felt slightly dizzy. Christine’s hand was on my cheek, her fingers were cool and soft.

“So if you had nothing to offer her before, you have less than nothing to offer now, isn’t that right? I am right, aren’t I John?” she spoke so softly it was almost mesmerizing.

I nodded slowly.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered. “I know you’re feeling cheated. It must hurt, even though you’ve put nothing into your relationship for the past year. You’re a slob, a loser John. What are you?”

“A loser,” I said softly, sounding drunk. I’d spoken without even thinking.

Christine smiled and nodded. I actually felt the heat from her breasts pressing on me now. I wanted to touch them so badly.

“So I want to give you a gift John,” she told me. “I want to give you the chance to be good at something for once in your life, something that will make Laura very happy.”

She paused. I waited, but she wasn’t going to say any more. With incredible difficulty I managed to form some words. I had to concentrate to swallow before I spoke.

“Wh-what kind of g-gift?” I stammered.

Christine ran her thumb over my lips gently. I felt the hardness of her thumbnail press on my mouth. Without thinking I opened it and she slid her thumb into me. I sucked it gently for a few seconds, my eyes closing. It was strangely comforting.

“John, you know that if I choose to, I can finish your stupid little relationship with Laura tomorrow. So from now on you do what I say, and when it comes to limits, I’m the one that decides, not you. You’re going to tell me right now that you understand, and you will address me properly, or so help me God I’ll make sure Laura throws you out on your pathetic fat arse. So what’s it going to be?” Despite the cruel words, she’d continued to speak in a gentle, soothing voice.

I was stunned. On the one had I was appalled and truly terrified by what Christine was saying. On the other hand I had the biggest hard on I could ever remember. Inside I was incredibly aroused by this forceful woman who now had her thumb in my mouth, and her nose about a millimeter from my face. She removed her thumb so I could answer.

“Oh Christ, yes Christine…” I said, my voice trembling.

“Mistress Christine! Get it right, you little shit!” she whispered forcefully.

“M-M-Mistress Christine, yes I’m sorry…”

“Shut up now,” she said, smiling. “Slave does not say anything without permission. Slave does not do anything without permission. Slave will just obey, keep quiet and only speak when slave has permission. Understand? You may reply.”

“Y-yes Mistress Christine,” I automatically dropped my eyes in respect, only to find I was looking right at Christine’s ample cleavage. This time I did feel a whack to my left cheek and staggered back, amazed. Christine had a look on her face as though I’d just farted in church.

“My God, are you a pervert as well as a loser? Who told you that you could stare at my chest? Do I look like a whore to you?”

“No Mistress…” slap again.

“That was a rhetorical question, moron! You are really not very good at this are you? Don’t you dare say a word!”

She took a deep breath and placed her hands on her hips. She began to pace up and down in front of me.

“Right. Listen carefully. You have an enormous amount of work to do to make this work. Slave will not look me in the eye, but will also not stare at my tits! Slave will lower its head and look at the floor unless slave is doing something useful for me or for Mistress Laura. Understand? Now you can answer.”

“Of course, yes Mistress Christine,” I spluttered. My head was bowed like I was praying. I could only catch glimpses of her out of the corner of my eyes. I had no idea if she was going to take another swing at me, and frankly I was scared.

“Very good,” she said.

She reached out and lifted my chin. I flinched as she touched me. She burst out laughing.

“Wow you really are a maggot aren’t you? You’re scared of me. In fact you’re not even good enough to be called slave – I’m going to call you maggot.” She drew the word out like a playground taunt, and leaned forward so that her lips were almost touching mine.

“You’re scared! Scaredy cat, scaredy cat!” she sang. I could feel her hot breath on my lips. The tips of her fingers held my chin and as I breathed in her perfume I felt a wave of submission wash over me. A tear dripped out of my left eye and I sniffed reflexively. She saw me crying and beamed with delight.

“God this is going to be so fantastic!” she said, turning away from me with a flourish. My eyes locked onto the tight swell of the skirt on her buttocks. I noticed there were seams down the back of her tights – well stockings I now assumed.

“Listen maggot if you play along with this you are going to have the time of your idiotic little maggot life. If you wimp out, you lose Laura, and you lose the chance to be more turned on than you ever thought possible.”

She moved back towards me, and I immediately dropped my head, eyes to the floor.

“Brilliant! You’re learning,” she giggled softly. “Maybe you deserve a reward. What could that be? Wait, I know!”

She took a few steps back and I found myself staring down at her shoes.

“Get on your hands and knees right now maggot and kiss my feet. Move!”

I almost fell as I tried to get down on my knees as quickly as possible. I was on all fours, my head right down and, rather tentatively I started to kiss the toes of her shoes. Were these clean? I wondered. The only smell I could discern was leather and polish, and I seemed to remember polishing the same shoes last night.

“A bit more enthusiasm please, maggot. This is your reward remember! You need to learn how to worship your Mistresses’ feet properly. You will use your tongue and you will lick every part of the shoe as though you love it dearly. Imagine you’re kissing our lips. You’ll need to imagine it, because it’s never likely to happen again. But you will be able to kiss our feet, so make sure you learn to enjoy it.”

After a tiny pause I thought “screw it” and began to kiss the shoes like my life depended on it. Christine laughed and began to take small steps around the room. I backed off.

“Did I tell you to stop?” she shouted.

I scrambled to chase her shoes around the floor on my hands and knees. Sometimes she’d pause, and then she’d take several steps expecting me to keep up. The game seemed to go on for ages when I realized somebody else was laughing along with Christine. I looked up and saw Laura leaning on the doorway, shopping bags still in hand.

“Don’t stop on my behalf,” she said, bursting out laughing again.

“I told you I’d get him trained, didn’t I love?” said Christine, walking over to give Laura a big hug and kiss. Again I thought “screw it” and scampered over to keep pace with Christine’s feet, kissing all the while.

“You can do these too while you’re down there,” said Laura, putting one booted foot forward. I eagerly transferred my attentions to hers.

“Don’t call him ‘darling’ anymore, my love,” said Christine, leading Laura into the middle of the room, and forcing me to scamper along. “It doesn’t really have a name. I was going to call it slave, but it doesn’t actually deserve that yet so I think maggot is probably better. Isn’t that right maggot?”

“Yes Mistress Christine,” I said between kisses.

“Maggot!” laughed Laura. “That’s priceless. I can’t believe you got him trained right away.”

“I think it’s a natural submissive,” said Christine. “Watch.”

She kicked me, fairly gently, in the side and thrust her shoe in front of my face. I stopped kissing Laura’s boots and transferred my attention back to Christine’s shoes.

“There – see? It’s definitely a natural submissive, but obviously not a very good one unfortunately. Anyone even remotely having some backbone would have stopped this by now. But it’s being drawn into it deeper every minute. It probably can’t admit it yet, but it loves every minute of this.”

Christine turned to Laura. “Did you manage to find what we need in the local shop?”

“I did. I hope it fits,” Laura replied. She reached into one of the shopping bags and brought out…a dog collar! It was a wide one too. The kind you see on bigger dogs, with lots of studs.

Christine reached down and grabbed a chunk of my hair. “Up you get, maggot, let’s try this on for size,” she said.

I staggered to my feet and stood in front of them. Automatically I dropped my head and looked at the floor.

“You see how I’ve trained it already?” asked Christine proudly. “Just this once you are allowed to raise your head otherwise we can’t get your new collar on.”

I lifted my head and looked at Laura, who was smiling from ear to ear. Her smile always lit up her face, it was so beautiful. I smiled back, and saw her chuckle.

“You’ve got boot polish all around your mouth you silly thing,” she said.

“Never mind that now,” said Christine, slightly irritated. She was wrapping the collar around my neck for size. “Yes that’ll fit. Let’s get these labels off and then it can go on properly.”

She buckled the collar quite tightly, and then clipped on a long lead chain.

“Now we can pull you along whenever we need to, can’t we?” said Christine proudly.

For the next few minutes the girls took it in turns to lead me around the house on the dog leash. Eventually they got bored with that and Christine led me into the dining room.

“OK maggot,” she said, pointing. “There’s a pile of ironing to do in the corner there. Get on with it. We’ve got school marking to do.”

While the girls worked their way through a small mountain of exercise books, I got out the ironing board and began to press their clothes.

I really hadn’t done much ironing before, and it probably took me twice as long as it should have done. It was quite nice to iron their underwear. I noticed that Christine’s clothes were mostly brand new – presumably because she’d lost so much weight. She might be a Queen Bitch, I thought, but she looked pretty hot these days. She really had a fantastic pair of breasts, and the way her hips curved in that pencil skirt! To think she was sleeping with my girlfriend! I tried to look on the positive side. Maybe they would let me watch!

After a couple of hours of ironing I’d completed the stack. I popped my head around the door but before I could say anything Christine cried, “Ooh yes please, two coffees would be lovely, just black for me.”

I bit back a sarcastic remark and headed back to the kitchen to make the coffee.

Lunchtime was not very pleasant for me, the girls ordered me to eat my meal standing up in the kitchen, while they ate in the dining room. Laura had decided to put me on a strict diet after I’d put on a few pounds. She wrote out a list of do’s and don’ts for me to follow – including a total ban on alcohol!

“I don’t know how successful I’ll be with that,” I joked.

Christine smiled, “Well I think you’d better be very successful. Tell it love.” She looked over at Laura.

“We’ve decided to weigh you every week now,” Laura announced. “You have a target to lose at least three pounds each week,”

“Three pounds is pretty aggressive…err Mistress,” I said. “What happens…?” I never finished the sentence.

“If you miss one week, then all your wanking privileges are revoked for one month,” Christine announced. “Of course, you can wank on your own, but there won’t be any wanking here, or while Laura’s with you. And no phone sex either.”

“If you miss two weeks target on the run, then that’s it,” Laura said.

“That’s what?” I asked.

“You never see me again,” Laura said sweetly.

The afternoon was better. Christine had another set of marking to do, so Laura and I were free to have a walk alone. I was determined to talk her out of this crazy situation. I was required to wear my slave collar, although Christine did lend me a scarf to cover it.

After fifteen minutes or so, Laura put me out of my misery. “Go on then,” she said. “I know you’re bursting to talk about me and Christine.”

“Well of course!” I cried. “It’s crazy! What do you expect me to do?”

“We expect you to submit to the new rules or you go. It’s that simple really,” she said with a smile.

“But do you really love her?” I asked. Christine had said she was in love with Laura.

“Of course not!” Laura said. “For fuck’s sake John, I’m twenty one years old, I don’t really know if I love you!”

I stopped dead in my tracks. Laura had been the first one to say it. She’d used the “L-word” before I had. And now…

“Well...maybe I do,” she said, noticing I was no longer by her side. “And I’m not sure about Christine either. I’m incredibly hot for her, I can tell you that but it’s not like you and me.”

I wasn’t quite sure what to think about that remark. “You mean…but why – aren’t you hot for me?” I asked.

“Don’t be silly darling,” she giggled. “You’re really very good at oral sex, it’s quite amazing. But even you keep telling me I’m out of your league. I think Christine has a point when she says you’re a loser. Name me one thing you’ve really done well recently!” She turned and started walking again with her long legs going at full pelt I almost had to jog to keep up with her.

“I suppose I have to ask myself if you’re worth keeping,” Laura said, staring straight forward. “Can I knock you into some kind of decent shape?”

“Y-yes!” I said, slightly out of breath. I silently cursed the fact that I did almost no exercise, while Laura had been quite sporty at school. And she took two or three exercise classes a week, with Christine by her side these days.

Laura stopped dead and I almost ploughed right into her. She spun around and looked at me quizzically. “Yes what?” she asked.

I very nearly said, “Yes Mistress!”, but I realised she was asking me to elaborate. I paused, trying to catch my breath.

“Laura, please!” I said. “I don’t know about this Mistress stuff, but please believe me when I tell you I’m going to try and be a better person for you. You want me to lose weight? Fine! I’m going to do it. I’m going to beat the fucking targets you set for me…”

I didn’t get any further as Laura drew her hand back and slapped me right across the cheek. I noticed a woman on the opposite side of the street look surprised, but then hurry on.

Laura pulled the scarf away from my neck and slipped her right index finger through the metal ring in my collar. She slowly drew me towards her until our lips were almost touching.

“If you ever swear at me again you little maggot,” she said quietly. “I will do something so disgusting you’ll wish you were dead.”

“I…I’m sorry…Mistress,” I whispered. “Look…people know you here…you’re a school teacher in this village Laura, you need to…”

She pushed me away with a disgusted look on her face. I quickly replaced the scarf and glanced around to see if anyone had been watching, but that one woman had turned the corner now and was out of sight.

Laura was twenty yards away now, striding out again. This time I did jog to catch up with her.

“I suppose your oral sex ability is about the only thing I’d miss,” she said as though nothing had happened. “But it’s just that Christine is so, well so assertive. She gives me something that you don’t. Our first night together was absolutely incredible. And it’s just getting better all the time.”

“So where do I fit in?” I asked.

“Well you don’t,” Laura laughed now, “not into me anyway!”

“Where do I fit into this…this relationship?” I bit back my anger.

“That’s up to you,” she said. “As far as we’re concerned there’s a role for you as long as you do exactly as you’re told. You have to be polite, obedient, and for the next few weeks you need to keep to your diet plan. I think we need to get you on a study program as well because I want you to finish in the top 5% of your year.”

“But what about my…my needs?” I muttered, rather embarrassed.

“Oh I suppose we need to think about letting you wank from time to time,” she said, “or else you’ll be horrible to live with. But we can get that out of the way pretty quickly like yesterday, for example.”

“So there’s no more intimacy between us?” I asked.

“Oh yes!” Laura said brightly. “You’ll be required to go down on me the way you always did, but I’m going to have to limit your mauling, and kissing me as I said last night. There’s no need for that. You need to think about your orgasms a bit like getting a boil lanced – it’s messy, but we need to do it, and we’ll get it over with as quickly as possible. Now let’s get back because I know you’ve got some studying to do.”

She crossed the lane and headed back to the little house she shared with Christine. For a moment I watched her stride away from me. What was I going to do?

Back at the house Christine made me explain the work I’d brought over with me as most of the time I never got around to doing extra studying. Christine and Laura had that part right – I was a bit of a slob. There were a couple of things I couldn’t ignore, and I’d been planning to try and do them on the bus on the way back the next day.

“No that won’t do,” Christine said firmly. “You really have to think about how you can improve the quality of your work, maggot.”

She picked up one of the text books – an organic chemistry reference. “I think you need to work through chapters 4 and 5. There are sample questions at the end of each chapter, I need you to do them all.”

“But…please, Mistress, that will take hours!” I moaned.

“Well it’s a good thing you’ve got hours, isn’t it?” Christine said, smiling. “Laura and I are going down to the gym. We’re booked in for an aerobics class, then a massage and a sauna. We’ll be at least two or three hours. I want to see answers to all these questions by the time we get back.”

Laura stroked the back of my head. “Oh, and I know you’re thinking we won’t know if you got them right or wrong. Well listen to this, I will randomly choose three of your answers and I’ll scan them and send them to my brother Colin. He’ll tell me if you’re right or wrong. If you don’t get them right, then you will be sorry, and you can take my word on that.”

Laura’s brother had done the same course as me, and now worked in the university Information Technology department. He hated me with a vengeance – and I had no idea why but it was through his recommendation I’d ended up at Loughborough.

The girls packed their gym bags and headed out and for the next three hours I waded through two turgid chapters on organic chemistry reactions.

When the girls got back I’d just about finished. I’d managed most of the questions, but I’d also realised there were huge gaps in my revision knowledge. I supposed I’d have to work on that.

The girls smelled lovely and fresh from their massage and sauna. Laura gave me a nice kiss and said that she and Christine were going to pop upstairs for a cuddle. Apparently the massage had got her really randy.

“Laura had a really good looking masseuse,” said Christine with a laugh. “I was jealous. Mine had the most amazing hairy wart I’ve ever seen.”

“But Laura…sorry, Mistress Laura, if you’re feeling randy I can…” I began.

“You can make dinner, sweetheart,” Laura said with a chuckle.

Before they headed upstairs Laura drew Christine into her arms and kissed her on the mouth. It was the first time I’d seen any intense intimacy between them. As they kissed Laura looked me right in the eyes and winked. She drew back and then gave Christine a gentle peck on the nose.

“You’ll find the ingredients for Salade Nicoise in the fridge, and there’s a crusty French stick as well,” were her parting words as she led Christine upstairs.

As I prepared the evening meal I could hear the girls giggling upstairs, and the occasional bump and squeak from the bed. Then the squeaks settled into a more regular rhythm. That struck me as odd, since lesbians didn’t have anything to pump in and out, did they? Oh well. My sexual frustration was still really high. Laura may have allowed me to wank over her boots the previous day, but because it had been so rushed I hardly had a chance to enjoy it. I knew that was the pattern for the future because she’d said that my future orgasms would be “quick” while we were on our walk.

Just before dinner Christine weighed me, and started my chart. She made me strip naked in front of her to make sure I couldn’t cheat. She pointed and laughed at the spare tire of flab I was growing around my waist.

“Goodness maggot, you look like a fat, middle aged workman. It’s disgusting! No wonder Laura doesn’t fancy you,” she told me. “You see! It’s really all your fault. I never want to hear you blaming me for this situation. It’s all down to you! What a loser!”

I choked down my response. Given that Christine had been rather chubby when she’d first met Laura I found her remarks very hypocritical. But I was determined to lose at least three pounds that week. I’d show them! Actually, knocking off the booze would probably do it for me, but I would also begin a regular exercise program to make sure I hit the target. It occurred to me that the punishment for not hitting the target was horrendous.

At dinner I was again required to eat my salad standing up in the kitchen, and was forbidden bread. I was allowed to serve the girls at the table. I’d brought a bottle of wine for Laura and me to share, but now I was also banned from alcohol. It was a pity because it was a nice wine I’d bought from one of the university bars. I’d struck up a friendship with the bar manager, Derek, and he had a really decent wine selection.

“This is a lovely wine sweetheart,” Laura said. “It’s really a pity you’re not having any.”

I washed the dishes and cleared the kitchen. Christine came in and inspected it after I’d finished. She made me re-fold the tea towel and move some dishes around, but I thought she was just nit picking really.

The girls decided to watch TV. There was one of those endless TV talent series that they were following. I decided to go up to bed and read a novel I’d brought along.

Laura came up to bed at about eleven o’clock. She ordered me to put on the lycra cycle shorts, and she slipped on her swimming costume again.

“But darling,” I whispered. “I’d hoped we could make each other happy tonight,”

“Oh sweetie,” she said, smiling, “Christine took care of me earlier. I don’t think you’ve really earned another orgasm yet. I want you to think how nice it will be next weekend when I come to visit you. I’m going to give you a lovely surprise, I promise. In fact I want you to promise not to wank this week. I want you to save it for me next weekend. Will you do that?”

“But it’s only Saturday!” I wailed. “What about us doing something together tomorrow?”

Laura shook her head. “You know I’m not sure you understand our new arrangement. You will get to come, but I want you to feel you’ve earned it. I want it to be spectacular for you. I want you to build up a level of sexual tension. When you see me next week I want you to be drooling.”

“I’m drooling now, darling!” I protested. “Feel me. I’m dripping with juice just being next to you. Can’t you see, that’s how attractive I find you?”

“Oh God, whatever happened to romance? You really are quite disgusting! Now go to sleep!” Laura said, and turned over. She switched the light out without even saying goodnight.

I turned over too and tried to follow her instructions.

When Sunday morning came, I had not slept very well at all. In my mind I’d built a voodoo doll of Christine, and I spent most of the night finding places I could stick pins into it.

Laura ordered me to make tea for her and Christine and I stumbled down to the kitchen. Laura reminded me about my diet and suggested I just have fruit for breakfast.

Christine beat me to the shower, so I decided to go out for a jog. I’d brought some trainers and jogging bottoms with me. I managed to get about five hundred yards before I collapsed with exhaustion. This was crazy! How long had it been since I’d been fit? Not that long, surely. I used to play rugby at school, and although I wasn’t very good at it, I’d always managed to keep up with play. I sat there by the side of the road and realised that everything Laura and Christine had said about me was true. I was a loser. I’d fucked up my A-levels, dropped out of teacher training, let myself get out of shape, and now to cap it all I was losing a girl who was already too good for me. I was only nineteen years old, and I’d already stopped trying! How had I let that happen?

By the time I’d stopped feeling sorry for myself I’d managed to catch my breath. I started off a bit more slowly this time, and managed to jog about two miles.

I got back to the house, drenched with sweat, but at least feeling like I’d achieved something. So it was about 9.30 by the time I managed to get into the bathroom.

When I got out of the shower I was surprised to find my bag was missing from our bedroom. I called down to Laura to see if she’d moved it, and she told me to come down to the lounge.

I put on her toweling dressing gown and headed downstairs. I found Laura sitting in one of the armchairs and Christine standing beside her. My bag was in the middle of the floor.

“What’s going on…err Mistresses?” I asked.

“You’re leaving, darling,” Laura said, her face impassive.

“Sorry? But I’m not due to…” I stammered.

“You’re leaving now,” Laura said quietly. “There’s a bus in fifteen minutes. You’ll be on it. You need to get dressed though,” she chuckled and reached up her hand to hold Christine’s.

I paused, my heart sinking. “But I don’t normally go until late afternoon.” A pause. “You’re throwing me out? I thought…”

“No, I’m asking you to leave. There’s a difference,” Laura said firmly. “I will need you to think very carefully about the commitment you’re willing to make to this relationship John. I’ll call you on Thursday evening to find out what you’ve decided. Now get dressed. You’ll miss the bus, and I won’t be letting you back into the house if you do.”

“But I’m not wearing anything…” I protested.

“Oh, get on with it!” Laura shouted. “Christine’s already seen your dick, what are you worried about?”

I saw Christine smirk and I realised I really hated her at that point. After a few moments hesitation I leaned down to the bag and looked for some underpants. Everything else was there, but I couldn’t seem to find underpants.

“Here!” said Christine. “Use mine. They’ll suit you!”

She threw a pair of blue satin panties at me and managed to hit me squarely in the face. Both girls burst out laughing.

“No thanks,” I mumbled. I wasn’t going to wear a girl’s knickers. I could just pull my jeans on.

“Oh, I think you will,” said Laura with a smile, “that’s if you want me to call you at all. Get them on now and give us a twirl. Come on, dressing gown off! Twelve minutes before the bus goes and it’s a five minute run to the bus stop!”

I slipped off the dressing gown and tried to get the knickers on as quickly as I could. The girls were giggling as they watched me.

“Oh, I forgot to mention,” Christine said, “I don’t think I bothered washing those panties so they might be a bit smelly.”

I ignored the taunting and dressed as quickly as I could. I zipped up my bag and looked at Laura she was smiling and looking up at Christine with a very affectionate expression on her face.

“Errr. Well I’d better go then,” I said, hoping she might at least kiss me goodbye.

“I should if I were you,” Laura said without looking at me “eight minutes till the bus comes.”

I decided to jog to the bus stop even though I could have made it walking. It looked like it might rain, and I didn’t want to be stuck outside for another hour waiting for the next bus.

After a five minute wait the bus pulled up and I got on board. I was the only one on there, not surprising for a Sunday morning. Inside I had an amazing mixture of feelings. On the one hand I was devastated at the thought of losing Laura, and I knew so much of the blame for this situation lay at my door. But the pure hatred I now felt towards Christine was like a ball of acid in my stomach. I realised how people could be brought to the point of murder in situations like this.

The week at university passed slowly. I kept to my diet, stayed away from alcohol, and I signed up for three different gym classes. And most importantly I now spent several hours each evening studying all the stuff I should have been learning weeks ago.

I tried to call Laura a dozen times, but she rejected my calls each time. On the Tuesday evening in desperation I actually borrowed my mate Dave’s mobile phone so she wouldn’t recognize the number. She answered, but as soon as she realised it was me she hung up.

A couple of minutes later I got a text from Laura on my own phone.

If you try to contact me before I call you, you will never see me again. You are supposed to be thinking.

So think!

It had been a while since I’d really felt like crying, but I was close to that now. I didn’t even know what I was supposed to be thinking about really. I mean, Laura was now with Christine. They lived together for pity’s sake – what could I do about that? I was miles away. What the fuck was Laura actually going to ask me about on that Thursday phone call? She clearly seemed to want me to be prepared for something.

Finally Thursday evening came around Laura said she’d call me at six o’clock. I’d got myself ready in my room for her call. After four sleepless nights I was so very tired. She’d told me to think about our relationship, but my brain just didn’t seem to want to function. If I screwed up this call, would she just ditch me forever?

6:05. She was late. Or maybe my watch was fast? No, it showed the same time as on the phone. Maybe they were both fast. Could I have missed her call? I checked the signal – it should be OK.

6:15. Oh God, why didn’t she call me? She’d promised to call, maybe I needed to call her, but she’d told me not to. I needed to go to the bathroom, but I didn’t want to risk getting the call while I was taking a piss. That really wouldn’t show the right attitude.

6:18. I should definitely call her. Maybe I should text her, but she’d said not to contact her in any way. Fuck! Why didn’t she…

I jumped as the phone rang. I answered it immediately.

“Oh Laura! I was getting so worried. I thought I’d missed…” I babbled.

“Shut up, you little maggot. I’m speaking,” it was Christine.

“Christine, where’s Laura? What’s…?” I was worried that something might have happened to her.

“Are you deaf? I said shut up while I’m speaking,” Christine said firmly.

I paused, and decided I had to play along. “I’m sorry,” I said. I felt like a parent speaking to kidnappers of my only child. I hated this fucking woman! How did she get so much power over me?

“Better,” Christine said. “Now, do you have something to say to me?”

I was stunned. What the fuck would I say to this bitch? I obviously had to stay polite she could cut me off from Laura with the press of one button.

“I’m waiting,” Christine said impatiently.

“I’m sorry Christine…Mistress Christine, I mean. I thought it would be Laura who called me. I didn’t expect…” I could hear the tremble in my voice as I fought down my anger.

“Well that’s not going to happen,” she said dismissively “I’m still waiting.”

“I’m not sure what you want me to say,” I admitted.

There was a pause. “You are the most useless piece of shit I have ever come across,” she said in a matter of fact voice. “I know men are supposed to be insensitive, but you really are out there, aren’t you?”

“I’m sorry, Mistress Christine,” I begged “I really am, but I haven’t slept at all the past few nights. Please help me! I just don’t want to lose Laura. I’ve stayed on my diet, I’m going to the gym, I haven’t had any alcohol since last week, and I’m studying really hard! I want to change, I really do! I want to change! Please just tell me what you want me to say; I’m begging you, Mistress, please!”

There wasn’t even a click as the line went dead. I suppose that’s mobile phones for you. The call just cleared.

I stared at the handset and saw that my hand was shaking, I was sweating as well, and I felt sick. The icy ball of anger towards Christine had turned into a volcano inside me. If she’d been there in front of me I would have…

The phone rang! I accepted the call straight away.

“Hello? Mistress Christine? Is that you?” I stammered. I knew I sounded desperate.

There was a pause, then a laugh at the other end of the phone.

“You sounded so pathetic I couldn’t just dump you.” It was Laura!!!

“Oh darling!” I said, relief flowing through me. “Thank you for calling me! I was so worried about you. I don’t know what you want me to say, please tell me what I need to say…”

I could hear them both laughing. Christine had obviously had our call on speaker, and Laura was doing the same.

“Well for now you can shut up and listen,” Laura said firmly. “Last weekend I told you about my relationship with Christine. I would like to think there’s a place in that relationship for you. I’m sure you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes I would, darling. I don’t want to lose you. I promise,” I tried to clear my mind, to try and think straight. I mustn’t screw this call up.

“Well we’ll see about that. There are going to be a lot of changes for you, and you need to get used to that. I’m pleased that you’re starting to make the right changes yourself. That’s good, but it remains to be seen if you can keep it up. Now, I’ve told you already that I’m coming to see you this weekend. I can check on your progress, and I’ll give you a better idea of what more we’ll require from you then. In the meantime you are forbidden from contacting either of us.”

The phone went dead again. Fuck! What the hell was going on?