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.