I lugged the last box up the three flights of stairs. My arms were burning. Room 304. Home for the next year.
The empty dorm room greeted me with blank walls and minimalistic furniture—two beds, two desks, two dressers. I claimed the bed by the window, dropping my last box on the bare mattress.
I heard voices and laughter from the hallway. A group of students passed by, their conversation drifted through my open door.
"Hey, you need help moving in?" A girl with bright pink hair poked her head in.
"I'm good, thanks." I busied myself unpacking the box, avoiding eye contact. "Just finished actually."
"Cool. I'm Amy from 302. We're all hanging in the common room later if you want to join."
"Maybe." I managed a small smile, knowing I probably wouldn't go.
The door across the hall slammed open with a bang that made me jump. Two guys wrestled with a mini-fridge, arguing about the best angle to get it through the doorway.
I closed my door partway, muffling the noise. The empty bed across the room reminded me of my missing roommate—Jacob. All I knew was his name and that he was a second-year art student. The resident advisor mentioned he wouldn't arrive for a few days.
I arranged my books on the desk, taking longer than necessary to get each one perfectly aligned. The chaos of move-in day continued outside—footsteps thundering up and down stairs, parents giving last-minute advice, the occasional shriek of friends reuniting.
Inside my room, I created my own quiet bubble. I made my bed with precise hospital corners, hung up my clothes, and arranged my desk supplies just so. Each item in its place helped calm my nerves about the upcoming semester.
I spent the afternoon wandering campus, with a map clutched in my hands. The brick buildings stretched across manicured lawns, each one marked with a different department name. Students rushed past in groups, their voices blending into background noise.
I found empty hallways as I peeked into lecture halls. The smell of fresh paint and floor wax filled the air—everything cleaned and ready for the new semester.
The library caught my eye—a massive stone building with tall windows. This was what I needed. Libraries meant quiet. Safety. No pressure to talk to anyone.
As I rounded the corner toward the back of the building, voices drifted from the shadows. I froze.
A girl leaned against the wall, her long dark hair catching the last rays of sunlight. She wore a black top that showed off her curves. Next to her stood a guy in thick glasses and a Star Wars t-shirt, his shoulders hunched forward.
They held hands, talking in low voices. Wow. How did a guy like that end up with someone who looked like her? I'd never even kissed a girl, let alone dated one.
The girl reached into her bag. My feet refused to move as she pulled out a leather collar and leash. The guy dropped to his hands and knees without hesitation. She fastened the collar around his neck, clipped on the leash, and led him away. He crawled behind her, head down.
Heat rushed to my face. I pressed back against the wall, but they walked past without noticing me. My heart pounded. What had I just seen?
More confusing was my body's reaction. My pants felt tight. The image of the collar kept flashing in my mind. Something about his complete surrender to her made my skin tingle.
I hurried back to my dorm, trying to make sense of it. Why would anyone want to be led around like a dog? And why did watching it turn me on?
The questions swirled in my head as I climbed the stairs. Maybe university would show me sides of life I never knew existed. The thought both thrilled and terrified me.
The next morning, I needed to escape the chaos in the dorms. The hallways buzzed with students hauling boxes and suitcases, parents giving tearful goodbyes. Too many voices, too many bodies cramming the narrow space.
I stepped outside. I needed some fresh air. The campus paths wound between buildings, less crowded than yesterday. I wandered toward the library again, curious if I'd see anything like—
"Martin? Is that you?"
I spun around. Sarah stood there, her blonde hair catching the sunlight. My chest lifted at the sight of her familiar face.
"Sarah! What are you doing here?"
"I go here now, silly." She pulled me into a quick hug. "Environmental Studies major. You?"
"English Literature. I had no idea you picked this university too."
"Want to grab coffee? The campus cafe is right over there."
We found a quiet corner table. Sarah's presence made the knot in my stomach loosen. After four years of high school together, she felt like home.
"So how are you settling in?" Sarah asked.
"It's... different. Everything's new. But guess what? I saw something really weird yesterday."
"Oh?" She stirred her latte.
"Behind the library. This girl had a guy on a leash. Like, an actual collar and everything."
Sarah burst out laughing. "Welcome to university life! Trust me, you'll see all kinds of strange things here. It's part of the experience."
"I guess I'm just not used to it yet."
"No one is at first. Oh hey, what classes are you taking?"
I pulled out my schedule. Sarah leaned over to look.
"Film Studies 101? Me too! Tuesday afternoons?"
"Yeah! At least I'll know someone there."
"We can sit together." Sarah grinned. "See? University's not so scary when you have friends."
The tension in my shoulders melted away. Having Sarah here changed everything. Someone to talk to, to share experiences with. Maybe this new chapter wouldn't be so overwhelming after all.
I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling. My mind kept drifting back to what I'd seen behind the library. A knock at the door startled me from my thoughts.
I opened it and froze. The most beautiful girl I'd ever seen stood in the hallway. Long, straight brown hair framed her face, falling past her shoulders. Her blue eyes sparkled with something I couldn't read. She wore a fitted white blouse and dark jeans that hugged her curves. A necklace drew attention to her elegant neck. The scent of peonies and something deeper, more mysterious, drifted toward me.
"Hi there." Her voice was musical. "I'm Chloe."
My mouth went dry. Words failed me.
She giggled, the sound making my heart skip. "Aren't you going to invite me in?"
I blushed. "Oh! Yes, sorry. Please come in." I stepped aside, painfully aware of how messy my half of the room was.
She perched on my desk chair while I sat awkwardly on my bed. Her perfume filled the small space, making it hard to think straight.
"I saw you yesterday," she said. "Behind the library."
My face burned hotter. I stared at my hands.
"It's okay." She laughed softly. "I saw how you reacted. The way you watched. The curiosity in your eyes."
How does she know all this? Why is she here? Why would someone like her even notice me? My thoughts raced. She was so far out of my league, I couldn't believe she was even in my room.
"I have a proposition for you, Martin."
I'd do anything she asked. Absolutely anything. The thought scared me a little, but I couldn't deny its truth.
"What kind of proposition?"
"Have you ever wondered what lies beneath the surface of everyday life?" Chloe asked. "Hidden experiences most people never discover?"
I nodded, unable to look away from her intense blue eyes.
"I can show you a whole new world of exploration," she said. "The kind that made your heart race yesterday behind the library."
My breath caught. "You mean..."
"Yes." She leaned forward. "That kind of world. The thrill, the excitement, the surrender."
My hands trembled. She's offering to show me more. To teach me.
"I want that," I said. "Please."
Chloe smiled. "There's just one tiny requirement." She reached into her handbag. "But I'm sure it won't be a problem for someone like you."
"What requirement?"
She pulled out something metal that caught the light. A series of interlocking rings and curved pieces formed a cage-like structure, small enough to fit in her palm. A tiny lock dangled from one end.
"This is a chastity cage," she said. "You'll wear it, and I'll keep the key. From now on, you only get to feel pleasure when I decide. Your orgasms belong to me."
My cock strained against my jeans. The thought of giving her that control made my head spin.
"Yes," I whispered. "I'll do it."
"Good boy. Now strip for me."
I hesitated, my fingers on my shirt buttons. No one had seen me naked before.
"Don't be shy," she said. "This is just the beginning."
With shaking hands, I removed my clothes, feeling her eyes on every inch of my body.
Chloe stood and approached me with the chastity cage. Her fingers were cool as she fitted the device around me, each click of the metal pieces locking into place freaking me out. The lock snapped shut with a final, decisive click.
"When..." I swallowed hard. "When will you let me... you know?"
"Just a few days," Chloe said. "We're starting slow."
A few days? My heart sank. I couldn't remember the last time I went even one day without masturbating. But looking at Chloe's beautiful face, her blue eyes sparkling with promise, I pushed my doubts aside. This is so hot. And she's incredible. A few days will be fine.
"What if there's a problem?" I asked. "Where can I find you?"
"You can't." Chloe stood up, smoothing her jeans. "I live at the Order of the Black Rose Sorority, not in the dorms. But don't worry, there won't be any issues." She picked up her handbag. "I'll be in touch."
After she left, I examined the chastity cage more closely. The metal was solid, the lock secure. No matter how I twisted or pulled, it wouldn't budge. I tried to get hard, but the device prevented it completely. I can't even touch myself properly.
These next few days would be challenging. But then I thought about Chloe—her musical laugh, her intoxicating perfume, the way she looked at me. I can't believe this is happening. The most beautiful girl I've ever seen is going to control my orgasms. Despite the frustration already building, I couldn't stop grinning.
I shifted in my seat as Professor Callaghan introduced the syllabus for Film Studies 101. Sarah sat next to me, taking careful notes while I struggled to focus on anything the professor was saying.
"You okay?" Sarah whispered. "You seem distracted."
"Yeah, just... adjusting to university life," I said.
My mind kept drifting to the chastity cage locked on me. Two days had passed since Chloe put it on, and the constant awareness of its presence was driving me crazy. I'd never gone this long without touching myself.
"First week is always rough," Sarah said. "But hey, at least we're in this class together."
I nodded, trying to smile. The professor started discussing the importance of visual storytelling, but the words blurred together.
Focus, I told myself. This is an important class. But it was useless. Every shift in my seat made me aware of the chastity cage. Every attractive student who walked past sent my mind spinning with frustrated desire.
"We'll be watching clips from several influential films," Professor Callaghan said.
I stared at my blank notebook, pen hovering uselessly above the page. Two days. Just two days without release, and I could barely concentrate on anything else. How much longer would Chloe make me wait?
Sarah nudged me. "Want to grab coffee after class? You seem like you could use it."
"Thanks," I said. "But I should probably head back to my room and review these notes."
What notes? I hadn't written a single word.
Back in my dorm room, I sat at my desk and opened my laptop. I hadn't seen Chloe since she locked me in the chastity cage. I hadn't seen her anywhere. Not in the cafeteria, not in the library, not even walking across campus.
I remembered her words before she left. She lived at the Order of the Black Rose Sorority. Maybe I could find some information about her there.
I typed "Order of the Black Rose Sorority" into the search bar. The results were disappointing. The official university page listed it as one of the oldest sororities on campus, founded in 1923. A few social media posts showed group photos of smiling girls at charity events.
Digging deeper into student forums and blogs, I found only vague rumors. Stories about mysterious initiation rituals, whispers of students who suddenly transferred without explanation, and wild theories about what happened behind those walls. The kind of urban legends that every sorority seemed to collect.
Nothing useful. Nothing about Chloe. Nothing about what she did to guys like me.
I closed my laptop and leaned back in my chair. The chastity cage reminded me of its presence. Where was she?
Physics lecture dragged on in the massive auditorium. I chose a seat in the back row, away from everyone else. My mind wandered, unable to focus on the equations on the board. Three days had passed since Chloe locked me in the chastity cage. Three days of constant awareness, of feeling trapped, of wanting release.
A movement caught my attention. Chloe slid into the seat next to me. My heart raced. Finally. She wore a black sweater and jeans. Her familiar perfume filled my senses.
"Miss me?" Her lips curved into that mischievous smile I couldn't stop thinking about.
Before I could answer, she reached into her pocket and pulled out something egg-shaped. Without warning, her hand slipped into my pants. I froze as she positioned the object next to the chastity cage.
"What are you—"
She held up a small remote control. Her finger hovered over a button. Click.
The egg buzzed to life. My whole body tensed. The vibrations pulsed through the chastity cage, through me. Blood rushed south, making the cage feel even tighter.
I gripped the edge of my desk. The professor's voice faded into background noise. All I could focus on was the relentless buzzing. My breathing quickened. After three days of denial, this was torture. Sweet, sweet torture.
My hips shifted restlessly. I needed more. I needed release. The chastity cage prevented even the slightest growth, but that didn't stop my body from trying. Each pulse sent waves of pleasure and pain through me. Sweat beaded on my forehead.
I bit my lip to keep quiet. The lecture hall suddenly felt too warm, too crowded. The vibrations continued, merciless. My thighs trembled. I couldn't think straight. All I wanted was to cum. To burst out of this chastity cage. To feel Chloe's touch. To experience relief after days of denial.
The professor's closing remarks barely registered. As students began packing up their things, Chloe pressed the remote again. The vibrations stopped, leaving me panting and desperate.
"Follow me," she said and stood.
I followed Chloe through the crowded hallway, my legs shaky. She turned a corner and stopped in front of the girls restroom. Without hesitation, she pushed the door open and disappeared inside.
What the... Should I follow her in there? That's what she told me to do, right? My heart pounded. I glanced around the empty hallway, then pushed the door open and stepped inside. The restroom was empty except for us.
Chloe walked to one of the stalls and turned to face me. "Coming in?" A playful grin spread across her face. "Only if you want to."
At this point, I would do anything to get this chastity cage off. Anything. I stepped into the stall with her, and she locked the door behind us.
"Pull down your pants," she said.
My hands trembled as I unbuckled my belt. Then I saw it—the key dangling from her fingers. The key to my freedom.
"How badly do you want to cum?" she asked.
"Very," I whispered. "Very, very badly."
The lock clicked open. The chastity cage came off. Freedom.
"You have five minutes," she said, then slipped out of the stall, leaving me alone.
Five minutes? I didn't need five minutes. My hand wrapped around myself, and within seconds, waves of pleasure crashed over me. I came harder than I ever had before, biting my lip to stay quiet. The most intense orgasm of my life. The wait had been worth every second.
After cleaning myself up, I opened the stall door. Chloe entered again, a huge grin spread across her face.
"Did you have fun?" she asked.
"Oh yes. Yes, I did." My heart still raced. "Thank you for... you know, letting me..."
"Only for the release? Not for keeping you locked?"
"Oh. That too!" I felt my cheeks flush. Here I was, standing in a girls restroom stall with the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. This couldn't be real.
"Martin," she said, stepping closer in the confined space. "Do you want to continue?"
My breath caught. "Yes, but..." I had to ask. "What if... what if I ever want to stop? What would happen then?"
"Nothing," Chloe shrugged. "I'd take the chastity cage off, and you wouldn't have to wear it ever again." She paused, her blue eyes locked on mine. "But that would also mean you'd never see me ever again."
Never see her again? My chest tightened at the thought. The idea of not having her in my life, not feeling this excitement, this intensity...
"Yes," I blurted out. "Yes, I want to continue."