During Professor Callaghan's lecture, my cock strained against the chastity cage—something that happened multiple times daily now. But unlike those first weeks, the frustration had mellowed into a pleasant buzz of arousal.
The chastity cage had become part of me. Sure, I still got hard frequently—during lectures, while studying, even just walking across campus. But the desperate need for release had faded. Instead, each throb against the metal kept me in a state of heightened awareness, my senses sharper, more attuned to everything around me.
When Chloe granted me those occasional ruined orgasms, they provided just enough relief to keep me going without breaking this trance-like state. The brief moments of stimulation followed by denial had trained my body to accept this new normal. I no longer craved full release like I used to.
Even Sarah had noticed the change in me. "You seem more... present," she'd said during our last coffee meetup. She was right. Without the constant drive for sexual satisfaction, I found myself more focused, more engaged with life around me.
I shifted in my seat, feeling the butt plug move inside me. The combination of the chastity cage and butt plug kept me in a constant state of arousal, but it had become comfortable, like a warm blanket wrapped around my mind. The frustration that once consumed me had transformed into a kind of peaceful acceptance.
This was my life now—perpetually aroused yet content, denied yet fulfilled. Each throb against the chastity cage was a reminder of my submission to Chloe, each moment of denial a gift that kept me floating in this wonderful headspace.
As I scanned the classroom, I noticed one of the girls, I believe her name was Jessica, struggling with her notes. Without thinking, I tore out a clean page and slid my detailed notes to her. Her grateful smile made my cock strain against its confines.
That evening in my dorm, I couldn't stop thinking about how good it felt to help Jessica. My grades had improved significantly since Chloe took control of my life. English Literature especially—I'd aced the last three assignments. Other students could benefit from my knowledge.
I grabbed my laptop and drafted a notice: "Free Literature Study Group—Preparing for Professor Callaghan's Quiz. Thursday 7 PM, Library Study Room 3. All welcome!"
I printed it out, and walked to the campus bulletin board, where I pinned it up among the other flyers. I didn't specify "females only"—that would be too obvious. But I hoped mostly girls would show up. The thought of helping them succeed, seeing their grateful expressions, made me squirm in my chastity cage.
Back in my room, I organized my study materials meticulously. I imagined explaining the themes in our assigned reading, breaking down the symbolism, watching understanding dawn on their faces. My arousal grew, but it wasn't just sexual—I genuinely wanted to help them excel.
The chastity cage throbbed as I fantasized about being useful, about making others happy. This submissive mindset had changed me. I no longer thought only about my own pleasure—I found joy in serving others, in using my knowledge to help them succeed.
I arrived early to set up Study Room 3, arranging my prepared notes and study guides on the large table. I wrote key terms on the whiteboard. The chastity cage between my legs pulsed with each passing minute.
Jessica arrived first, followed by two guys from my morning section—Tom and Mike. Then came Rachel, Anna, and Hazel. Six students total settled around the table.
"Thanks for doing this, Martin," Jessica said. "That quiz next week looks brutal."
My cock strained against its metal prison as I handed out my study packets. "Let's start with the Victorian context of the novel."
"I don't get why all this history stuff matters," Tom grumbled.
"The social conditions directly influenced the characters' choices," I explained, pointing to my timeline. "See how the Industrial Revolution created new social classes?"
Rachel leaned forward, her perfume reaching me. "Could you explain that part about the fallen woman archetype again?"
"Of course." I moved closer to show her the relevant passage, my chastity cage growing tighter. "Notice how the author subverts the typical narrative..."
Anna raised her hand. "I'm still confused about the symbolism in chapter three."
I walked her through the metaphors, watching her eyes light up with understanding. Each grateful smile from the girls made me squirm in my seat.
"This is so helpful," Jessica beamed. "You explain it way better than the textbook."
For two hours, I guided them through the material, paying special attention to the girls' questions while still helping Tom and Mike when they spoke up. The constant praise and attention kept me aroused, but the frustration felt wonderful.
"We should do this again before finals," Rachel suggested as they packed up.
"Definitely," I agreed, gathering my materials while trying to hide my obvious arousal. The chastity cage had been torture throughout the session, but the girls' appreciation made it all worthwhile.
As everyone filed out of Study Room 3, Rachel lingered behind.
"Hey Martin, could you help me with something? My laptop's been acting weird lately."
"What's wrong with it?" I asked.
"It's in my dorm room. Would you mind taking a look?"
Was this a subtle invitation for something more? The chastity cage reminded me of my limitations. Still, I couldn't refuse someone asking for help.
"Sure, I can try. Though I'm not really a tech expert."
In Rachel's dorm room, she pulled out her laptop. "It's just so slow lately. I've tried restarting it and running virus scans."
I opened my own laptop to search for solutions. "Let's see what we can find."
The chastity cage felt impossibly tight as Rachel leaned close, watching me work. Her shoulder brushed mine as I checked her task manager for resource-hogging programs.
"Nothing unusual here," I muttered, trying to focus despite her proximity.
More googling revealed another possibility. "How much free space is on your hard drive?"
We checked—barely any left.
"Let's go through your files," I suggested. "See what you can delete."
We sorted through old downloads and duplicate photos. Each "thank you" from Rachel made my chastity cage feel tighter, but I welcomed the sensation. There was something deeply satisfying about helping her, even with this simple task.
When the drive had enough free space, her laptop's performance improved significantly.
"You're amazing!" Rachel hugged me quickly. "It's working so much better now."
"Happy to help. Just remember to keep some free space on the drive."
Rachel tested her newly-cleaned laptop. The chastity cage between my legs kept me focused on reality, reminding me this was just a simple tech support task.
"Thank you so much, Martin!" Rachel beamed at me.
Her roommate Lisa looked up from her desk. "Since you're already here, could you help me with something too?"
"Of course," I said, eager to be useful. The chastity cage felt tight, but in a reassuring way. "What do you need?"
Lisa pulled out a stack of papers. "I'm taking this poetry class, and I just can't wrap my head around these sonnets. Could you explain them to me?"
I moved closer to her desk, trying to ignore the way the butt plug shifted inside me. "Sure, let me take a look."
Lisa handed me the papers—a collection of Shakespeare's sonnets. "We're supposed to analyze the metaphors and themes, but it all reads like gibberish to me."
"Poetry can be tricky," I said, settling into the chair next to her. "Let's start with Sonnet 18—it's one of the most famous ones."
Walking back to my dorm room after helping Lisa with Shakespeare, I felt a strange euphoria. It wasn't sexual desire driving this high—it was something else entirely.
I'd spent hours helping Rachel with her laptop and Lisa with poetry, expecting nothing in return. Just seeing their faces light up with understanding gave me more satisfaction than I'd ever felt before.
What was happening to me? Before Chloe, I would have seen these situations differently—probably hoping they'd lead somewhere sexual. Now, locked in this chastity cage, those thoughts barely crossed my mind. The pure joy of helping was enough.
Maybe I should volunteer at the Black Rose Sorority. There must be dozens of girls there who need help with assignments, tech issues, or just general tasks. The thought made my chastity cage feel tighter, but again, not from sexual arousal—from excitement at the possibility of being useful.
But what if tonight had turned sexual? What if Rachel's laptop problem had been a pretense for something more? Would I have taken that chance? Well, not with the chastity cage on, obviously, but... did I even want that kind of relationship?
Chloe was my Goddess, the center of my world. She'd transformed me into someone better, someone more focused and helpful. But she'd made it clear she wasn't interested in romance.
Then there was Sarah. We'd shared so much lately—seen each other naked, played with power dynamics. Was our friendship evolving into something more? Maybe we could spend more time together, beyond just our sexual games. Actually talk, share meals, watch movies...
The next morning, I approached Chloe with my offer to volunteer at the sorority. Her eyes lit up.
"Perfect timing. The girls could use some help today."
Minutes later, I found myself back in the French maid dress, dusting the common areas under Olivia's watchful eye. The chastity cage strained against the fabric as she made comments about missed spots. Small groups of girls moved through the room, some ignoring me, others giggling and whispering.
"You missed that shelf," Olivia said, pointing to a high spot. As I stretched up, two girls walked past.
"Nice legs," one said. "Maybe we should get him to wear heels next time."
My cheeks burned. I focused on the dusting, trying to ignore the growing discomfort of the tightening chastity cage.
A redhead lounging on the couch kept directing me to clean the coffee table in front of her, making me bend over repeatedly. I could hear the girls behind me making comments about the view, but I kept my eyes down and concentrated on making the surface spotless.
"On your hands and knees," Mia commanded after the dusting was done. "And lose the dress."
Naked except for my collar, chastity cage, and butt plug, I crawled to a row of large metal cages in the basement. My heart raced as I realized their purpose—these weren't for real dogs.
"They need cleaning," Mia said. "Every corner."
I scrubbed each metal bar, imagining the human pets who'd occupied these spaces. The small compartments had thin padding on the floors and metal bowls in corners. Each motion of the scrubbing brush across cold steel made me shiver.
My breathing grew heavy, thinking about kneeling in one of these spaces, locked behind solid bars. Would they make me stay here, on display like a living exhibit? The thought was strangely arousing.
I moved to the next cage, wiping away dust and grime. The latches and locks were sturdy, industrial-grade. A small hatch on each door could be opened separately, probably for passing food and water. I found myself calculating the dimensions—just enough room to sit or lie down, but not stand up.
My knees ached against the concrete floor as I worked, wondering how many others had crawled through these same spaces, following the strict rules of the house.
"Time for a taste test," Chloe announced later. She tied a blindfold around my eyes. "Open wide."
Something sweet touched my tongue. "Chocolate chip cookie?"
"Good boy. Next."
I gagged at something slimy. "Is that... raw oyster?"
The girls giggled. More items followed—some delicious, others revolting. My chastity cage grew increasingly uncomfortable with each new sensation.
"Try this one," another voice said.
Something fizzy and sharp hit my tongue. "Some kind of soda? Wait... pickle juice?"
More laughter erupted around me.
"Here comes another," Chloe said.
The texture was grainy and bitter. "Coffee grounds?" I grimaced, wishing I could rinse my mouth.
"He's pretty good at this game," someone said.
A smooth, creamy substance touched my lips. "Peanut butter," I said with more confidence.
"Too easy," Chloe said. "Let's make it harder."
Something crunchy and spicy made my eyes water behind the blindfold. "Hot sauce on... crackers?"
The giggles turned to full laughter now. I felt hands pat my shoulders, heard whispers I couldn't quite make out.
"Last one," Chloe said.
The final taste was indescribable—a mix of flavors that didn't belong together. "I don't... is that ketchup and banana?"
The room exploded with laughter. "He actually ate it!" someone squealed with delight.
Finally dressed again, I helped Violet with her term paper while fighting the lingering taste of whatever that last item had been. Despite the humiliation—or perhaps because of it—I felt deeply satisfied. The chastity cage reminded me constantly of my place, and I loved it.
"You're actually good at this," Violet said, reviewing my suggestions for her paper.
At the end of the day, Chloe looked at me with a satisfied smile. Her eyes sparkled with something I couldn't quite read.
"You did well today, Martin. Your service to the house has been exemplary."
My heart swelled at her praise. Even after hours of cleaning, serving, and enduring their games, her words made it all worthwhile.
"Such a good boy deserves a reward," she said, trailing her fingers along my collar. "But we'll do it in a unique way."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
Chloe's smile widened. "You'll see tomorrow. For now, go home and get some rest. Come back to the dungeon tomorrow for your session."
I nodded, trying to hide my excitement and curiosity. Whatever she had planned, I knew it would be intense. The way she said "unique" made my skin tingle with anticipation.
"Yes, Chloe. Thank you."
"Good boy. Now go."
"Today, we're trying something new," Chloe said, holding up two metal clamps connected by a chain. "These are nipple clamps. They create an intense sensation that builds over time."
I swallowed hard, studying the devices. The metal gleamed in the low light.
"Strip and lie on the table," she commanded.
I obeyed. Chloe cleaned my nipples with an alcohol wipe, the cold liquid making them harden instantly.
"Sensitivity is important," she explained, running a feather across my chest. My nipples tightened further as she circled them with the soft plume. She replaced the feather with her fingers, pinching and rolling them until I gasped. My chastity cage strained against me.
"We'll apply these one at a time," Chloe said as she positioned the first metal clamp then started closing it gently. My breath caught at the building pressure.
"On a scale of one to ten, how does this feel?" She tightened the first clamp slowly.
"Four," I breathed.
She adjusted it slightly. "Now?"
"Six... seven..." I panted as the pressure increased.
She attached the second clamp with equal care. The chain hanging between them swayed with my rapid breathing. The initial sharp sting faded into a deep, throbbing pressure.
"More?" she asked, fingers on the adjusting screws.
I nodded, unable to speak. She tightened both clamps simultaneously. A moan escaped my lips as the sensation intensified, my back arching slightly off the table.
I gasped as Chloe tugged gently on the chain between the clamps. The sharp sensation shot through my chest, making my chastity cage strain painfully. She twisted one clamp, then the other, sending waves of intense feeling through my body.
"How does that feel?" she asked, adding small weights to the chain while I lay on the padded table.
"Intense," I managed between breaths. The added weight pulled sideways, creating new angles of pressure. My upper body registered every subtle movement of the clamps.
Chloe's fingers traced patterns around my chest, avoiding my sensitive nipples until suddenly pinching the flesh next to the clamps. The contrast between her soft touch and the metal's bite made me writhe on the table.
"Beg me for more," she commanded.
"Please, Chloe," I whimpered. "More. Please."
She rewarded my plea by tugging the chain again, making me arch my back. "Thank me."
"Thank you, Chloe. Thank you for the pleasure."
After what felt like hours, she carefully removed the clamps. Blood rushed back into my nipples, creating a new wave of sensation that made me gasp. Chloe pressed a cool compress against my chest, soothing the tender flesh.
I lay on the table, my nipples tingling with a lingering sensitivity I'd never experienced before. My chastity cage strained against me, but I knew better than to expect release. It had only been a week since my last one, and Chloe had me on a strict two-week schedule now.
"You took that well," Chloe said, pressing the cool compress against my chest. "But no release today."
"I understand," I said. The denial felt natural now, part of my submission to her.
"The girls and I are going to Le Petit Jardin tonight," she said, helping me sit up. "Would you like to join us?"
She winked at me, and I had no idea what that meant. My mind raced with possibilities.
"This won't be your usual night," she added, noticing my expression. "Don't get your hopes up, and make sure you're in the right mindset."
I wanted to ask what she meant by 'right mindset', but something in her tone stopped me. The mysterious smile on her face only added to my confusion.
I walked alongside Chloe to Le Petit Jardin, with Violet, Nora, Olivia, and Sophia following close behind.
Inside, the maître d' led us to a secluded corner table. As the girls took their seats, I moved to sit down next to Chloe.
"No," Chloe said, placing her hand on my shoulder. "You're not sitting at the table tonight."
"What?" I looked at her, confused.
"On your hands and knees," she commanded. "Under the table."
My face flushed red as I glanced around the restaurant. The tablecloth would hide me, but still...
"Now," Chloe's voice left no room for argument.
I dropped to my hands and knees, crawling under the long tablecloth. The carpet felt rough as I settled between their feet.
"Good boy," Sophia said from above. "Tonight, you eat like the pet you are."
"Only what we choose to give you," Nora added.
A piece of bread appeared in front of my face, dangling from Olivia's fingers. "Beg for it."
"Please," I whispered, my chastity cage straining. "May I have some bread?"
"Louder," Violet demanded. "Like a hungry puppy."
"Please, may I have the bread?" I begged, louder this time.
Olivia dropped the morsel into my waiting mouth. The girls giggled as I chewed.
Throughout dinner, they took turns feeding me bits of their meals. Nora made me do tricks for her steak. Violet insisted I lick her fingers clean after feeding me sauce-covered pasta. Sophia teased me with pieces of dessert, pulling them away until I whined properly.
Above me, they chatted and laughed, occasionally reaching down to pat my head or comment on my behavior. Despite my humiliation, my chastity cage strained constantly. This felt right—serving them, entertaining them, being their pet.
I spread the red-checkered blanket on the grass, setting out the picnic basket Sarah and I had packed. The late-autumn sun warmed my face as we settled down in the quiet corner of the park.
"The weather's beautiful today," Sarah said, pulling out sandwiches and fruit.
"Yeah, beats being stuck in the library studying." I grabbed a grape. "How's your environmental project going?"
"Professor Thompson loved my proposal about urban gardens. She thinks it could work for the campus." Sarah beamed. "When I visit Iceland, I'll have to check out how they do things over there. What about your literature paper?"
"Almost done. Professor Callaghan's feedback really helped shape the argument." I took a bite of my sandwich. "The study group's going well too. Everyone's grades are improving."
We chatted about classes and campus life, enjoying the fresh air and each other's company as birds chirped in the trees above us.
"You know," I said, brushing crumbs from my lap, "I've been thinking about your mom's success in business."
"Oh?" Sarah raised an eyebrow.
"Well, she's mastered *two *key things, not just the one I mentioned the other day. Control and taking risks. Kind of like you, actually." I glanced at her. "Remember our library adventure?"
Sarah's eyes sparkled. "I do."
"That was a huge risk we took there," I said.
"But you enjoyed every moment of it," Sarah grinned. "Admit it!"
"Oh, I most absolutely did," I laughed.
"Oh really?" Sarah leaned closer, a teasing smile on her lips. "Maybe we should play again sometime."
Sarah and I headed back to her dorm room after our picnic. My heart started racing as she closed the door behind us.
"Get naked," Sarah commanded with a playful smile.
I stripped, feeling exposed but excited. The chastity cage reminded me of my limitations.
"So," Sarah sat on her bed, "you like kissing feet, don't you?"
"Yes," I admitted, my face flushing.
She giggled. "Well, you'll have to kiss way more than that today."
Sarah lifted her feet toward me. "Start with my socks. Take them off with your mouth, then kiss my feet."
I dropped to my knees, pressing my lips against her sock-covered feet. Using my teeth, I carefully pulled each sock off, revealing her bare feet. I kissed them reverently.
Sarah stood up and slowly removed her clothes, leaving only her panties. "Keep going. Move upward."
Still kneeling, I traced a path of kisses up her legs. When I reached her panties, she stepped back and slipped them off.
"Good boy," she purred. "Now it's time for your reward. Well, *my *reward."
I knelt between Sarah's legs. Her scent filled my senses as I leaned forward, giving her a tentative lick. She gasped, her fingers tangling in my hair.
My chastity cage strained painfully as I traced my tongue along her folds. Each stroke made her squirm, encouraging me to continue. The metal bit into my flesh as my arousal grew, but the discomfort only heightened my determination to please her.
"Right there," Sarah moaned, guiding my head. "Don't stop."
I circled my tongue exactly where she wanted, tasting her excitement. My own need pulsed against the unforgiving chastity cage, but I focused entirely on Sarah's pleasure. Her thighs trembled against my cheeks as I continued my devoted attention.
Sarah's breathing quickened. Her hips rocked against my face as I lapped eagerly at her center. The chastity cage felt like it might burst from my desperate arousal, but I didn't care. All that mattered was bringing Sarah to climax.
"Oh god, Martin!" Sarah cried out, her body tensing. Her thighs clamped around my head while ecstasy rippled through her body. I kept my tongue moving until she pushed me away, too sensitive to take any more.
I sat in Literature class next to Sarah, trying to focus on Professor Callaghan's lecture about symbolism in medieval poetry. Suddenly, I felt a strange sensation—like a fog lifting from my mind, revealing something buried deep inside.
"Martin," Professor Callaghan called out. "Can you explain the significance of the rose imagery in this passage?"
I stood up, ready to answer, when something bizarre happened. My body moved on its own accord. To my horror, I found myself bending forward, hands tucked under my armpits like wings.
"Quack! Quack!" The sound burst from my mouth involuntarily.
Oh god. This was Chloe's hypnotic command surfacing. I couldn't stop myself as I began waddling in place, swaying side to side in a duck dance.
"Quack quack quack!" I continued, my face burning with embarrassment. The class stared in shocked silence. Sarah's mouth hung open beside me.
Professor Callaghan blinked rapidly behind his glasses. "Martin, are you feeling alright?"
I kept dancing, unable to respond except in quacks. A few snickers broke out around the room. Then something unexpected happened—Jessica stood up and started mimicking my movements.
"Quack!" she called out with a grin.
Rachel joined in next, then Tom. Soon half the class was up and doing the duck dance. Even Sarah rose beside me, laughing as she copied my movements.
Professor Callaghan watched the scene unfold, his expression shifting from confusion to amusement. To my amazement, he set down his book and joined in, adding his own enthusiastic "Quacks!" to the chorus.
The entire classroom had transformed into a pond of dancing ducks. While my body continued the programmed routine, my mind raced with panic and disbelief. What had Chloe done to me? Yet as I looked around at my classmates' joyful faces, some of my mortification eased. They thought this was just spontaneous fun, not knowing I was helplessly executing a hypnotic command.