I organized my notes on the desk in Study Room 3, preparing for another session with my literature study group. Jessica arrived first, followed by Tom and Mike. Rachel, Anna, and Hazel filtered in shortly after.
"Thanks for doing this again," Rachel said, setting down her laptop.
"So, what's giving everyone trouble?" I asked, trying to focus despite my discomfort from the butt plug. The chastity cage I had already gotten used to.
"I still don't get the symbolism in chapter four," Anna said. "Like, why does the author keep mentioning the broken clock?"
I flipped through my notes. "The clock represents stagnation in the protagonist's life. Notice how it's always showing 3:15?"
"Oh!" Hazel leaned forward. "Is that why she keeps missing appointments?"
"Exactly. The author's showing how she's stuck in time, refusing to move forward."
Tom crossed his arms. "Seems a bit obvious."
"Not everyone picks up on these things right away," Rachel defended.
Jessica raised her hand. "What about the garden scenes? Are they important?"
"Very. The garden changes with the main character's emotional state. When she's depressed, it's overgrown. When she starts healing, she begins tending to it."
Mike finally looked up from his phone. "And the neighbor's cat?"
"The cat represents freedom," I explained. "It comes and goes as it pleases, something the protagonist envies."
"That makes so much sense," Rachel said, scribbling notes. "Could you explain more about the garden symbolism?"
I spent the next twenty minutes breaking down each garden scene, pointing out specific passages. The girls especially seemed engaged, asking follow-up questions and making connections I hadn't even considered.
"And the roses?" Hazel asked. My collar felt tighter at the mention of roses.
"They represent passion and desire," I said, my chastity cage straining slightly. "Notice how they only bloom after she meets David?"
Anna and Rachel exchanged knowing looks. "Like when she cuts herself on the thorns," Anna added.
"Yes, showing how passion can be both beautiful and dangerous."
The session continued for another hour, with questions ranging from character motivations to historical context. By the end, everyone seemed to have a better grasp of the material.
"Same time next week?" Rachel asked, slinging her backpack over her shoulder.
"Sure," I said, watching as the group filed out. Everyone except Tom, who lingered by his desk, pretending to check his phone.
The room fell silent as the door closed behind the others. Tom shifted uncomfortably, and I fiddled with my collar, knowing we both recognized it for what it was.
"So..." Tom cleared his throat. "I saw you at the Black Rose house."
"Yeah." I shuffled my papers, avoiding eye contact. "I saw you too."
We stood in awkward silence, both wanting to ask questions but unsure how to start. Tom picked at a loose thread on his sleeve.
"Do you..." I began, then stopped. "I mean, are you..."
"Yeah," Tom said quickly. "But I can't really talk about it."
"Me neither." I nodded, understanding completely.
Another painful silence stretched between us. Tom checked his phone again, though I noticed the screen was black.
"Listen," I said finally. "Want to grab a beer? Might be easier to talk somewhere else."
Tom hesitated, then nodded. "Yeah, that might help."
Tom and I found a quiet corner booth at the bar, away from the usual student crowd. We ordered beers and sat in silence for a moment, both unsure how to start.
"I noticed your collar," Tom finally said. "Chloe gave it to you?"
I touched the leather band around my neck. "Yeah. But I don't see one on you..."
Tom shifted in his seat, his face reddening. "That's because..." He glanced around, then pulled down the collar of his shirt, revealing his shoulder. There, etched in black ink, was a heart with "Mia" written inside it.
"Oh wow, you're Mia's pet?" My hand instinctively went to my neck, remembering my time with her. "She's... intense."
Tom let out a dry laugh. "That's one way to put it. She makes me do these incredibly harsh things. Like last week, she had me kneel on rice for hours while reciting poetry."
"Rice?" I shuddered, recalling my own experience. "She made me count and sort grains of rice once. Then scattered them all over the floor."
"That's Mia for you. She loves breaking people down." Tom took a long drink. "But honestly? I love it. The harsher she is, the more I want to please her."
I nodded, understanding completely. "She terrifies me, but there's something about her. The way she commands respect. Even when she was punishing me, I couldn't help but look up to her."
"Exactly." Tom traced the condensation on his glass. "She's nothing like Chloe though. Chloe seems more... calculated?"
"She is. Everything has a purpose with her. Even when she's being cruel, it feels like part of a bigger plan."
I fidgeted with my beer glass, curious about something. "Hey, does Mia have you in a chastity cage too?"
Tom nodded, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. "Yeah, she does. Rarely getting releases, maybe once a month."
My eyes widened. I looked at his tattoo again, touching my collar. "That's... that's so permanent. I'm kind of jealous, actually. A real mark of ownership."
"Jealous?" Tom scoffed. "I wish I just had a collar like you. At least you can take it off if you need to."
I frowned. "You don't sound happy about serving Mia."
"I'm not. Not really." Tom's shoulders slumped. "Don't get me wrong, she can be nice sometimes. When she's not... you know."
"Why don't you just leave then? Use your safeword?"
Tom stared into his beer. "I can't. I love her. Even when she's cruel, even when I hate what she does to me... I love her. She has this way of making me feel special, you know? Like when she praises me after a harsh punishment, or when she strokes my hair and tells me I did well..."
"I get that," I said softly. "The way they can switch between cruel and kind..."
"Exactly. And sometimes, when we're alone, she's different. Gentler. Like she actually cares about me." Tom's voice cracked slightly. "Those moments make everything else worth it."
I reached across the table, touching his arm. "Listen, if you ever need to talk about this stuff... I'm here. It helps to have someone who understands."
Tom's eyes moistened. "Thanks, Martin. Really. I've never had anyone to talk to about this before. It means a lot."
Walking back to my dorm after talking with Tom, I couldn't help but feel grateful for my situation. Sure, Chloe could be strict and demanding, but she always had a purpose behind her actions. Tom's relationship with Mia seemed different—more intense, more brutal.
I touched my collar, thinking about Tom's tattoo. His permanent mark of submission made my removable collar seem almost casual in comparison. Yet I wouldn't trade places with him. Where he had isolation and uncertainty, I had support.
Sarah had been incredible throughout this journey. She listened without judgment, even participated in my exploration. And Jacob—his artistic perspective on BDSM helped me see the beauty in submission. They both gave me space to process my experiences, to understand this new part of myself.
Back in my dorm room, I pulled out my phone. Thinking about Sarah made me realize how much I wanted to talk to her. I typed out a quick message:
"Hey, want to grab dinner tomorrow night? My treat."
Sarah suggested a new Chinese restaurant downtown, and I agreed eagerly. The place was cozy, with red paper lanterns casting warm light across dark wooden tables.
"I love their dumplings," Sarah said, expertly wielding her chopsticks.
I fumbled with mine, dropping a piece of chicken back into the box. "How do people eat with these torture devices?"
While struggling with my food, I remembered the photos from my rope session. "Oh, speaking of torture—want to see something cool?" I pulled out my phone and showed Sarah the artistic bondage pictures Chloe had taken.
Sarah's eyes widened. "These are beautiful! The rope work is incredible."
I beamed with pride, then immediately dropped more food. "Seriously, how are you doing that?" I watched in amazement as Sarah effortlessly picked up each piece with her chopsticks.
"Years of practice," she smirked, popping another dumpling in her mouth.
I tried again, my stomach growling. The noodles slipped through my chopsticks for the hundredth time. "I need a fork. Or a spoon. Or a shovel."
"They don't have forks here," Sarah said, clearly enjoying my struggle.
Frustration peaked. In a moment of pure exasperation, I lifted the box and dumped it over my head like a hat. Sweet and sour sauce dripped down my face, noodles dangling from my ears.
Sarah burst out laughing. "You look ridiculous!"
I couldn't help but join in, even as sauce trickled down my neck. "At least I finally got some food in my mouth."
We left after Sarah finished her meal, my stomach still grumbling. But seeing Sarah laugh so hard made it worth going hungry.
Back at the dorm building, I stopped at the vending machine in the common area. My stomach growled as I fed dollar bills into the slot.
"Still hungry?" Sarah asked, watching me punch in the numbers.
"Starving." I grabbed the sandwich that dropped down with a thunk. "Didn't exactly get to eat much at the restaurant."
We walked up the stairs to Sarah's floor. I took a big bite of my sandwich, relieved to finally get some food.
Sarah stopped at her door, turning to face me with an odd expression. "Martin, do you really have no idea what just happened?"
I stared at her blankly, mouth full of sandwich. "What do you mean?"
Sarah burst out laughing, shaking her head. "We should get inside. You need to sit down for this."
Sarah closed her door behind us and turned to me with a mischievous grin. "You know that little stunt you pulled at the restaurant? Dumping your food over your head?"
"Yeah, I was just being silly..." I trailed off, suddenly uncertain.
"Actually, you weren't. I asked Chloe to implant that command in you during hypnosis." Sarah's eyes sparkled with delight.
My mouth went dry. My chastity cage feel impossibly tight. Chloe had planted this in my mind. She was controlling my actions without me even knowing it. The thought made me dizzy with arousal.
"But... it felt like my own idea," I said weakly. "I was just frustrated with the chopsticks. It seemed perfectly natural to do it."
Sarah laughed, moving closer to me. "And what feels natural to you right now, Martin?"
The way she smiled at me made my knees weak. That seductive curve of her lips promised both pleasure and pain.
Sarah grabbed some rope from her desk drawer and gestured to her bed. I followed her command without hesitation, getting naked, lying down as she tied my wrists and ankles to the bedposts. The sensation of being bound made my chastity cage strain again.
"Remember how much fun we had during that paint fight at Jacob's workshop?" Sarah asked, reaching for her art supplies. She pulled out several tubes of body paint. "I thought we could recreate that—with a twist."
I watched as she squeezed different colors onto a palette. "What are you going to paint?"
"That's for me to know and you to find out." Sarah dipped her brush in the paint. The first stroke across my chest made me gasp and squirm. The brush tickled more than I expected.
"Is it... a landscape?" I guessed as she continued painting careful lines.
"Nope." Sarah switched to another color, working her way down my torso. "Keep guessing."
"A portrait?" The bristles made me twitch and laugh.
"Wrong again." Sarah seemed thoroughly amused by my reactions. She added another color to her palette.
The painting continued, Sarah working methodically while I squirmed and guessed. "Is it abstract art? A still life? Some kind of symbol?"
Sarah just smiled and shook her head, clearly enjoying my mounting curiosity. The brush sometimes tickled me unbearably, other times if left cool trails of paint that made me shiver.
"At least tell me what colors you're using," I pleaded between giggles as she found a particularly sensitive spot near my hip.
"Now where would the fun be in that?" Sarah continued her artistic endeavor while I remained helplessly bound, wondering what masterpiece she was creating on my skin.
When she finally finished, Sarah untied me and helped me stand. I walked to her full-length mirror and stared at my reflection. Red and white circles covered my body in a distinctive pattern, all centered around my caged penis like a target board.
I turned to Sarah, confused by the design. She stood there with an enormous grin, holding something behind her back.
"Defend yourself!" Sarah pulled out a nerf gun and started shooting at me.
I squatted behind Sarah's desk chair as another foam dart whizzed past my head. "This is so unfair!" I laughed, using the chair as a shield while Sarah reloaded.
"All's fair in love and nerf wars!" Sarah took aim again. "Besides, I painted such a nice target on you."
I ducked and weaved in the cramped space of her dorm room. "There's barely any room to move!" A dart hit my thigh with a soft thwap.
"That's what makes it fun!" Sarah giggled, taking aim at my groin again. "The target is worth double points!"
"Not the family jewels!" I grabbed her curtain, wrapping it around me like a toga. "Even if they're currently locked up."
Sarah's next shot bounced off the curtain. "No fair using my curtains as armor!"
"Says the one who ambushed me with a nerf gun!" I dove behind her bed as she unleashed another volley.
"Stop moving so much!" Sarah laughed, trying to get a clear shot. "You're making me waste all my ammo!"
I stood up. "That's kind of the point—OW!" A dart hit me. "Right in the bullseye!"
"Ten points for me!" Sarah celebrated, then quickly reloaded. "Now come out from behind that bed!"
"Never!" I grabbed a pillow for additional protection. "I'm building a fortress!"
"Your defenses are useless against my superior firepower!" Sarah managed to hit my exposed shoulder.
We both dissolved into fits of laughter as I continued my ridiculous naked dance around her room, dodging foam darts and using whatever I could grab as improvised shields.
Chloe led me to a padded table instead of the usual St. Andrew's Cross.
"Winter's coming," Chloe said, securing my wrists and ankles with leather cuffs as I lay flat on my back. "Time to introduce you to temperature play."
I heard ice cubes clinking in a bowl. "What are you going to do?"
"Just relax and feel." Chloe placed the first ice cube on my chest.
I gasped at the sudden cold. The ice melted slowly, rivulets of water running down my sides. Chloe added more cubes, making me shiver and strain against the restraints.
"How does that feel?" she asked, sliding an ice cube across my nipple.
"Cold... intense... but good," I managed between shaky breaths. My skin tingled wherever the ice touched.
Then Chloe placed an ice cube directly on my caged penis. I yelped and bucked against the restraints.
"Too much?" she asked, adding another cube.
"No... just... fuck... so cold!" The metal chastity cage conducted the temperature, making everything more intense.
Once my body was thoroughly chilled, Chloe lit a candle. "Now for some heat."
The first drop of hot wax on my thigh made me gasp. The contrast between my cold skin and the heat was overwhelming.
"Tell me how it feels," Chloe commanded, dripping more wax up my legs.
"It burns at first," I said, watching the red wax harden on my skin. "Then feels amazing when it cools."
She moved to my hands, then my stomach, leaving trails of hardened wax. Each drop made me twitch and moan.
Finally, she held the candle over my caged penis. "Ready?"
I nodded, both terrified and eager. The first drop hit the metal cage and I cried out. The heat spread through the metal, creating an intense sensation I'd never felt before.
After our temperature play session, I lay covered in dried wax, feeling it crack with each movement.
"You'll need a shower anyway," Chloe said, examining my wax-covered body. "So we might as well go a little deeper." She giggled. "Dive into deep waters."
I furrowed my brow, confused by her words. Before I could ask what she meant, Chloe walked to the corner of the dungeon and pulled out a metal cage. It looked similar to the dog crate I'd slept in before.
"Get in," she ordered.
Still puzzled, I crawled inside. The metal was cold against my skin. Chloe locked the door with a satisfying click.
Several sorority girls entered the dungeon. I recognized some from earlier—Mia, Olivia, Nora—while others were unfamiliar faces.
"Martin," Chloe said, her voice carrying a hint of excitement, "you're about to receive a privilege that very few people have ever had." She paused, building suspense. "We're going to introduce you to watersports."
My confusion must have shown on my face because Chloe laughed softly.
"Watersports," she explained, "means we're all going to piss on you."
My initial reaction was disgust, but as the girls positioned themselves around the cage, something stirred inside me. My cock strained painfully against the chastity cage, surprising me with its eagerness.
The girls stood on top of the cage, their feet inches from my face through the metal bars. One by one, they squatted down. The first stream hit my chest, warm and shocking. Instead of revulsion, I felt a surge of arousal. My chastity cage grew even tighter as more girls joined in, their piss raining down on me from different angles.
Without thinking, I opened my mouth, catching some of the streams. The taste was unexpectedly pleasant—salty and warm. I swallowed eagerly, shocking myself with my own enthusiasm. My body writhed in the chastity cage, desperate for release that couldn't come.
I noticed Chloe hadn't participated. She stood back, watching with an approving smile as the other girls finished. After they left, she produced a small flask.
"Watch carefully," she said, squatting over it. I stared, mesmerized, as she filled the container with her own piss. "This is for later," she whispered, screwing the cap on. "A special gift from me. Drink it just before bed tonight."
Back in my dorm room, I lay in bed listening to Jacob's steady breathing. Once I was certain he was asleep, I reached for my drawer. For the flask Chloe had given me earlier.
I unscrewed the cap slowly, careful not to make any noise. The first sip made my whole body tingle. Her taste was perfect—slightly salty, with an indescribable sweetness that could only be Chloe. Each small sip made my chastity cage feel tighter.
I savored every drop, taking my time. This wasn't just piss—it was Chloe's essence, a gift she had chosen to give me. The taste was divine, better than any wine or spirit I'd ever had.
With each swallow, I felt closer to her, more connected. By the time I finished the flask, my body was humming with contentment. I carefully placed the empty container back in my drawer and lay back, feeling like I was floating in pure bliss. This was heaven—Chloe's heaven.
The week after drinking Chloe's gift felt different.
In Professor Callaghan's lecture, I took detailed notes, trying to focus on the discussion of metaphors in modern literature rather than my growing arousal.
"Ready for that beer?" Jacob asked after class. We headed to our usual spot, the cold December air biting through my layers. The bar was warm and crowded with students escaping the winter chill.
"How's the art coming along?" I asked, adjusting my position on the chair. The butt plug shifted, making me grip my glass tighter.
"Got a new series starting. Landscapes this time, believe it or not."
I nodded, pretending my squirming was just from the hard wooden seat. The chastity cage strained as a group of girls walked past our table.
Back in my room, I spread my textbooks across my desk. Physics formulas and literary analysis kept my mind occupied.
During my calculus exam, the butt plug made concentrating difficult. But I worked through each problem methodically, the mild discomfort actually helping me stay focused. Professor Wilson's stern gaze swept the room as I handed in my paper, completely unaware of what I wore beneath my clothes.
The routine continued—lectures, study sessions, casual drinks with Jacob. All while Chloe's implements kept me in a constant state of aroused awareness. My secret life stayed hidden under winter sweaters and careful movements, making even the most mundane activities feel thrilling.
I followed Chloe down the steps into the dungeon. My heart raced when I saw the St. Andrew's Cross and a large dildo on the nearby table.
"Strip," Chloe ordered.
I removed my clothes, my chastity cage straining as I watched the dildo. Chloe secured me to the cross, spreading my arms and legs.
"You thought this was going in your ass, didn't you?" Chloe picked up the dildo. "Open your mouth."
I obeyed, and she pressed the tip of the dildo against my lips. She pushed it in slightly, then pulled it back out. My body tensed as she pushed it a bit deeper.
"Relax your throat," she instructed, sliding it further. I gagged as it hit the back of my throat. She withdrew it immediately.
"Deep breaths." She pushed it in again, a little deeper this time. Another gag. Out it came.
"This is called deepthroating," Chloe explained. "Many girls do this, you know. It's not evil—just takes practice to suppress your gag reflex."
She continued the pattern—in and out, each time going slightly deeper. My throat gradually adjusted, though I still gagged when she pushed too far.
After what felt like hours, Chloe unbound me from the cross.
"Your homework," she said, handing me the dildo. "Practice an hour each day in your room. I want you to eventually take the whole length without gagging."
Sarah and I planned a hike up Mount Cascade for the weekend. When I arrived at her dorm to pick her up, she had a mischievous grin.
"Since you're such a good servant," Sarah said, hefting her backpack, "you can carry all my stuff too."
I didn't protest as she transferred her water bottles, snacks, and extra layers into my already full pack. The weight doubled, but I felt a thrill at being useful.
We started up the trail, the winter air crisp against my face. Sarah walked ahead, occasionally glancing back to ensure I was managing the heavy load.
"You're doing great," she called back. "This is what you're meant for, right?"
I nodded, adjusting the straps cutting into my shoulders. The trail grew steeper, and my legs burned from the effort. Still, I pushed on, wanting to prove myself worthy.
About halfway up, the temperature dropped suddenly. Gray clouds rolled in, darkening the sky. The first flakes drifted down slowly, then more heavily until white sheets obscured the valley below.
"Snow!" Sarah squealed with delight, spreading her arms and spinning. "The first snow of the season!"
The heavy flakes caught in her hair and eyelashes as she danced along the trail. I watched her joy, momentarily forgetting the weight of the packs and the cold seeping through my clothes.
"Isn't it magical?" She grabbed my hands and pulled me into a twirl, laughing as I stumbled under the backpack's bulk.
The snow fell harder, coating the ground in pristine white. Sarah stuck out her tongue to catch the flakes, her cheeks flushed with cold and excitement. I couldn't help smiling at her childlike wonder, even as my shoulders ached.
Sarah rummaged through my backpack, pulling out a black silk blindfold.
"Time for a new challenge," she said, her voice playful. "We're going to hike the next three miles with you blindfolded."
"What? But the trail—"
"Just follow my voice," Sarah tied the blindfold. "Trust me, it'll be fun."
Darkness enveloped me. The snow fell silently around us as Sarah took my hand.
"Small step up ahead," she called. "Now left... little more... oops!"
I stumbled into what felt like a tree trunk.
"Sorry, not sorry!" Sarah laughed. "Okay, now straight ahead. The trail curves right."
We continued this way, Sarah's voice guiding me through the snowy landscape. Sometimes she deliberately led me into obstacles—benches, low branches, snow banks. Each collision was met with her delighted giggles.
"You're doing great," she encouraged. "Watch out for that... never mind!"
I walked into another tree, but found myself laughing too. There was something freeing about surrendering control, trusting Sarah despite her mischievous guidance.
"Tell me if you're cold," Sarah said, leading me around what she claimed was a sharp bend.
"I'm fine. The walking keeps me warm."
"Good. Because there's definitely not a branch that's about to—"
WHACK!
"—hit you in the face."
We both burst out laughing. The snow continued falling, and I could feel it landing on my skin. Sarah's voice became my only connection to the world around me.
After what seemed like hours of walking, stumbling, and laughing, Sarah stopped me.
"Three miles exactly," she said, untying the blindfold. "You did amazing."
As my vision returned, Sarah leaned in and pressed her lips against mine in a soft kiss.