Chloe secured me to the St. Andrew's Cross. She walked to a nearby table and returned with what looked like medical equipment.
"Today we're going to try something new," Chloe said. "Have you heard of electro stimulation?"
I shook my head, watching as she unpacked various devices and wires.
"This is a TENS unit," she held up a small box with wires and pads. "Ring any bells?"
"Actually yes," I said. "I used one in high school when I injured my shoulder. It helped with recovery."
Chloe laughed. "Oh, that's just one use for it. Let me show you what else it can do."
She placed electrode pads along my inner thighs and around my caged cock. My breath hitched as she attached more to my balls.
"Ready?" She didn't wait for an answer before turning the dial.
The first pulse made me gasp. It wasn't pain exactly—more like intense tingling that made my muscles twitch. Each wave built on the last, sending sparks of pleasure-pain through my groin.
"How does that feel?" Chloe adjusted the settings.
"Intense," I managed between breaths. The sensations grew stronger, making me strain against my bonds.
Chloe increased the frequency. My whole body tensed. The chastity cage grew painfully tight as I hardened inside it.
"Please," I whimpered.
"You're taking this so well," Chloe purred, cranking up the intensity another notch.
After quite a few more rounds, with ever increasing strength, Chloe finally removed the pads, and I thought the session was over. Oh, how wrong I was.
I shifted nervously as Chloe approached with what looked like thin wires.
I watched as she wrapped one loop around the base of my penis, just above where the chastity cage connected. She placed the second loop near the tip, making me shiver.
"Sensitive already?" She smirked. "Just wait."
Chloe connected the loops to a small control box. My breath caught as she turned it on. A tingling sensation spread through my penis this time, making me gasp.
Chloe's fingers traced along my chest as she watched my reactions. "The way you squirm is delightful. Should I turn it up more?"
Before I could answer, she adjusted the dial. The pulses intensified, making me cry out. My entire body tensed as electricity danced across my most sensitive area.
"Chloe!" I gasped, pulling against my restraints. The sensation was overwhelming. My mind struggled to process these new feelings as Chloe stood back, admiring her work.
After removing the wires, and giving a minute of pause to my torture, Chloe approached with a strange glass wand in her hand. The device looked almost like something from a mad scientist's lab, with purple light dancing inside it.
"This is a Violet Wand," she said, holding it up for me to see. "It's another form of electrical play, but very different from what we just did."
I watched, both nervous and fascinated, as she plugged it in. A soft humming filled the air.
"The electricity arcs through the air," she explained, demonstrating by holding it near her own arm. Purple sparks jumped between the glass and her skin. "It can feel like anything from gentle tingles to sharp stings, depending on how I use it."
She brought the wand closer to my chest. The first contact made me gasp—it felt like static electricity, but more intense and focused.
"How does that feel?" Chloe asked, trailing the wand across my skin.
"Strange," I managed. "Like lightning, but smaller."
She moved the wand in circles around my nipples, making me squirm. Each spark sent little jolts through my body. The sensation was unlike anything I'd experienced before.
"The fascinating thing about the Violet Wand," Chloe continued, moving it lower down my torso, "is how it reacts differently to various surfaces of the body." She demonstrated by touching it to my stomach, then my thigh, then back to my chest. Each area felt distinctly different.
I writhed against my bonds as she worked, the sparks intensifying wherever she focused. The chastity cage only amplified my frustration as my body responded to the electrical stimulation.
"Please," I gasped as she brought the wand dangerously close to my confined cock.
"Patience," Chloe smiled. "We're just getting started with exploring what this can do."
After the intense session with the Violet Wand, Chloe set it aside and reached for something familiar - a butt plug.
"Remember the vibrating egg?" she asked with a grin.
I nodded, my body still tingling from the electrical play. Of course I remembered—one of our first encounters, then that night at the film festival with Sarah had been unforgettable.
"This is similar, but with an extra feature." Chloe held up a sleek black plug and a small remote. "It can deliver electrical shocks directly inside you. The range is impressive—I can zap you from anywhere on campus."
My cock strained against the chastity cage as I processed her words. The thought of Chloe having that kind of control over me, even from a distance, was intensely arousing.
"We won't be needing your old butt plug anymore," she said. "This is your new one. And there's one more change—you'll wear it all the time now, not just when you go out. The only exceptions are for lubing and charging. That means you sleep with it too."
I watched as she applied lube to the new butt plug, my arousal growing.
"We're going to have so much fun with this," Chloe grinned, positioning herself behind me.
She removed my old plug and slowly inserted the new one. Once it was seated, she stepped back and held up the remote. "Let's test it out, shall we?"
The first shock made me jerk against my restraints. It wasn't painful, exactly, but intense—a sharp, electric sensation deep inside me. I moaned, my body trembling from the stimulation. Each subsequent shock sent waves of pleasure-pain through me, making me pull at my bonds. The combination of the electrical pulses and my trapped arousal was overwhelming.
I stood there, still trembling from the electrical play, as Chloe set aside the Violet Wand. My skin tingled where the device had touched my body.
"Oh, by the way," Chloe said casually, "you can stop your deepthroat practice with the dildo. You've progressed wonderfully."
My cheeks flushed at the memory of my daily training sessions.
"After seeing how well you handled Tom, I'd say that part of your training is complete." She smirked, clearly enjoying my embarrassment at the reminder of that encounter.
"Thank you, Chloe," I managed to say, my voice hoarse.
"Speaking of encounters..." Her eyes sparkled with mischief. "We should invite Sarah over again sometime. I know she'd love another... performance." She traced a finger down my chest. "You remember that night, don't you? When you watched us?"
I swallowed hard, remembering all too vividly how Sarah had writhed under Chloe's touch while I could only watch. The memory alone made my cock strain against its chastity cage.
"Yes, Chloe," I whispered. "I remember."
I walked back to my dorm, my mind racing with thoughts of Tom and our encounter in the dungeon. The memory of performing oral sex on him, and him on me, under Chloe and Mia's watchful eyes, made my face burn with embarrassment. I hadn't seen Tom since that day—though if I was honest with myself, I'd been actively avoiding him.
The whole situation felt awkward. We needed to talk about what happened, clear the air. Maybe even laugh about it? I wasn't sure how these things were supposed to go.
I changed course, heading toward Tom's dorm building instead, and climbed the stairs to his floor. What would I even say to him? 'Hey, remember when we...' No, that wouldn't work.
I knocked on his door, and after a moment, his roommate answered.
"Is Tom around?" I asked, trying to sound casual.
His roommate shook his head. "Haven't seen him in days, actually."
"Oh." I nodded, unsurprised. Of course Tom was avoiding everyone. I understood completely—the embarrassment must have been too much for him.
"Thanks anyway," I said, turning to leave. I knew exactly why Tom had disappeared, and I couldn't blame him.
I made my way to the Registration office. The office was nearly empty when I walked in. A woman with graying hair sat behind the counter, typing away at her computer.
"Excuse me," I said. "I'm looking for information about Tom Mitchell? He's missed several classes, and I'm worried about him."
She glanced up from her screen. "Let me check." Her fingers moved across the keyboard. "Ah yes, Mr. Mitchell has called in sick. He's at home recovering."
"Could I get his contact information?" I shifted my weight. "I'd like to reach out, maybe share my notes from class with him."
The registration officer frowned. "We don't usually give out student contact information."
"I understand, but we're friends. I run a study group he attends." I pulled out my phone, showing her a photo from our last session.
Her expression softened. "Oh yes, I remember seeing you two together during those study sessions." She typed something into her computer. "I suppose it would be alright to give you his phone number, since you're helping him with his studies."
She wrote Tom's number on a slip of paper and handed it to me.
"Thank you," I said, carefully folding the paper and tucking it into my pocket.
Back in my dorm room, I stared at Tom's number on the paper. My hands trembled as I dialed. The phone rang several times before a quiet voice answered.
"Hello?"
"Tom? It's Martin."
A long pause followed. "I don't want to talk about it."
"Please, Tom. We need to discuss what happened."
"There's nothing to discuss." His voice cracked. "I can't face anyone after... after that."
"I was there too, remember? I understand exactly how you feel."
"I'm not coming back," Tom said. "I've already contacted the registration office about withdrawing."
"Don't throw away your education over this. What happened in the dungeon... it was what Chloe and Mia wanted. We both did what our doms expected."
"But everyone will know."
"No one knows except us and them. And honestly, Tom, we didn't do anything wrong. We followed orders, just like we always do."
Tom's breathing was heavy on the line. "I can't stop thinking about it."
"Neither can I," I admitted. "But we can get through this together. Come back to university. If anyone gives us trouble, we'll face it as a team."
"You'd... you'd do that?"
"Of course. We understand each other in a way nobody else can. You can always count on me."
The silence stretched between us. Finally, Tom sighed. "Maybe you're right. I'll think about coming back."
"Promise me you will. The study group needs you. I need my friend back."
"Okay," Tom said softly. "I promise. I'll return next week."
"Thank you, Tom. We'll get through this together."
That night, I found Jacob at his easel, working on a new painting. "Hey, I think I've solved the mystery of the disappearing freshmen."
Jacob turned, raising an eyebrow. "Really?"
"Yes, remember Tom from my study group? He almost became one of them. He was so embarrassed about something that happened at the sorority that he wanted to completely vanish from university."
"And?"
"I talked to him, convinced him to come back. But think about it—how many others might have faced similar situations? With no one to talk them through it, they just... disappeared."
Jacob set down his paintbrush. "That's actually... that makes sense."
Suddenly, my butt plug activated, sending an electric shock through me. I gripped the edge of my desk, trying to keep my face neutral. My knees weakened, and I had to sit down.
"You okay?" Jacob asked, frowning.
"Yeah, just... just a leg cramp," I managed to say, my voice slightly strained. The sensation subsided as quickly as it had started.
"So about these disappearances," Jacob continued, though his eyes lingered on me suspiciously. "You really think embarrassment is behind it all?"
"It fits," I said, still catching my breath. "The timing, the pattern, everything."
The shock from my electric butt plug jolted me awake at 3 AM. I gasped, clutching my sheets. The intensity grew stronger, and I knew Chloe was playing with the remote control. After what felt like forever, the sensation stopped, leaving me breathless and aroused in my chastity cage.
During Professor Callaghan's lecture, it happened again. The plug activated mid-sentence about Shakespeare's sonnets. I gripped my desk, trying to maintain composure. A few students glanced my way, but I managed to keep quiet.
At the campus café with Sarah, I nearly spilled my coffee when another shock hit. Sarah noticed immediately.
"What's wrong?" She leaned forward, concerned.
"It's... Chloe gave me an electric butt plug. She can control it remotely." I shifted in my seat, the sensation intensifying.
Sarah's eyes widened, a grin spreading across her face. "That's incredible! Does it hurt?"
"No, it's more like... intense pleasure. She can adjust the strength."
"I want one!" Sarah bounced in her seat. "I mean, I want a controller."
My heart raced at the thought. "You'd want to control it too?"
"Of course! Think how fun it would be, watching you squirm during our coffee dates."
"Well…" I hesitated. "Chloe did joke about the both of us dropping by sometime…"
The idea of both Sarah and Chloe having control over my pleasure made me dizzy with excitement. The butt plug buzzed again, as if Chloe knew we were talking about her.
Sarah and I walked up the path to the Black Rose Sorority house. Sarah's enthusiasm was both infectious and terrifying.
Chloe opened the door before we could knock, her smile widening at the sight of us together.
"Well, isn't this a lovely surprise?" She stepped aside, gesturing for us to enter.
Sarah wasted no time. "Martin told me about his electric butt plug. It sounds fascinating."
"Did he, now?" Chloe's eyes sparkled with amusement. "And what do you think about it?"
"I was wondering..." Sarah bit her lip. "Do you have another remote control?"
Chloe's smile grew predatory. "As a matter of fact, I do." She paused. "Since you're both here, why don't we go down to the dungeon and test it out together?"
My jaw dropped. This couldn't be happening. But Sarah clapped her hands in delight.
"Can we? Really?" Sarah bounced on her toes. "I've never been in a real dungeon before!"
I stood frozen, watching my best friend and my domme exchange knowing looks. The butt plug buzzed to life, making me gasp.
"Just a little preview," Chloe winked. "Shall we?"
I followed Chloe down into the dungeon, Sarah close behind me. The air grew cooler as we descended, and the sounds from above faded away.
Sarah gasped as we entered the main chamber. Her eyes darted from the St. Andrew's Cross to the various implements hanging on the walls. "Oh my god, it's exactly like Martin described, but... more." She ran her fingers along a leather flogger. "This is incredible."
"Martin, strip," Chloe commanded.
I hesitated, suddenly self-conscious with both of them here.
"What's the issue?" Chloe raised an eyebrow. "We've both seen you naked before. In fact, you saw both of us naked the other day. It's only fair we reverse the situation now."
My face burned as I remembered watching Chloe and Sarah together. She had a point. I pulled off my shirt, then my pants, and finally my underwear.
Chloe guided me to the St. Andrew's Cross and secured my wrists and ankles. Sarah watched with wide eyes, her breath quickening.
"Now," Chloe said, reaching for the key to my chastity cage. "I think it's time we try something new." The cage came off, and I felt exposed in a way I never had before. "And Sarah, I'd love for you to get involved."
Sarah's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Yes, please."
"Today," Chloe said, running her fingers over my exposed chest, "we're going to explore something called cock and ball torture. CBT for short." She grinned at Sarah. "It's exactly what it sounds like—causing pain to these sensitive areas for pleasure."
My heart raced. Chloe's fingers traced lower.
"The key is finding the right balance," Chloe continued. "Too gentle and it's just a tease. Too hard..." She squeezed my balls suddenly, making me gasp. "Well, we don't want that."
She twisted slightly, and I moaned, my body tensing against the restraints. The mix of pain and pleasure was overwhelming.
"Sarah, would you like to try?"
Sarah stepped forward eagerly. "Show me how?"
Chloe guided Sarah's hand, showing her the right pressure. Sarah's touch was different—more tentative at first, then growing confident as she watched my reactions. My arousal built despite the pain.
"Now for something more intense." Chloe picked up a small paddle. The first strike to my balls made me cry out. She alternated between light taps and harder swats, each impact sending shockwaves through me.
"Your turn," Chloe handed the paddle to Sarah.
Sarah's strikes were experimental, testing different angles and forces. I writhed against the cross, lost in sensation.
"Try kicking him," Chloe suggested. "Very gently at first."
Sarah's foot connected softly. She giggled at my sharp intake of breath.
"Harder?" she asked, watching my face intently.
The next kick had more force. Then another, even stronger. Each impact drew a groan from me, my arousal mounting impossibly higher.
After the session, Chloe locked the chastity cage back on and released me from the cross. As I dressed, she handed Sarah a small remote.
"For the butt plug," Chloe explained.
Sarah pressed the button immediately. The sudden shock made me jump.
Sarah's dorm room felt cozy as she secured the new fur-lined handcuffs I got from her for Christmas around my wrists, binding me to her bed frame. The metal was cold against my skin despite the fur. She slipped a blindfold over my eyes, plunging me into darkness.
"Comfortable?" she asked, her voice playful.
"As comfortable as I can be while naked and handcuffed," I laughed.
"Good." I heard the smile in her voice. A moment later, the electric butt plug buzzed to life, making me gasp. "Oh, I love that reaction."
Her fingers suddenly danced across my ribs, tickling mercilessly. I squirmed, pulling against the cuffs.
"Stop! Sarah, please!" I couldn't stop laughing.
"But you're so cute when you squirm." She paused the tickling, replacing it with gentle caresses along my chest. Then her lips pressed against my neck in a soft kiss.
"How's your English paper coming along?" she asked casually, as if I wasn't bound and at her mercy.
"Actually, I finished it last night—Ah!" The butt plug shocked me mid-sentence.
"Sorry, couldn't resist," Sarah giggled. "Tell me more about your paper."
"It's about symbolism in—Ouch!" A sharp slap landed on my thigh.
"Keep talking," she encouraged, her fingers now trailing softly where she'd just slapped.
"As I was saying before someone interrupted..." Another shock from the butt plug made me jump. "The paper explores how the author uses weather to—Oh god!" Her tickling resumed, this time targeting my feet.
We continued like this, having a normal conversation punctuated by her playful torments. I never knew what was coming next—a kiss, a shock, a tickle, or a slap. The anticipation was delicious.
"I think we should wrap this up," Sarah said finally. Without warning, she delivered a hard slap directly to my balls. I yelped in surprise, my whole body jerking against the restraints.
Afterward, we walked across campus to our usual coffee spot, snow melting around our feet. Everything felt normal, as if we hadn't just spent the last hour playing. We sipped our drinks and enjoyed the winter scenery.
I arrived at the Black Rose Sorority, and Chloe greeted me with a mischievous smile.
"Today you'll be serving all the girls again," she announced. My cock strained against its chastity cage at her words. "And we're going to play a little game."
"What kind of game?" I asked.
"Someone will give you orders, and someone else will have the remote to your plug. While following commands, you have to guess who's shocking you. Guess right, and that person takes over giving orders while someone else gets the remote."
"I volunteer to start," Mia stepped forward, a cruel delight in her eyes.
"Perfect," Chloe nodded. "Strip, Martin."
I quickly removed my clothes, feeling exposed as the sorority sisters gathered around—Mia, Olivia, Nora, Sophia, and Violet.
"Clean the windows," Mia commanded. "And if you shake from the shocks, you'll be punished."
I grabbed the cleaning supplies and started on the first window. Suddenly, electricity coursed through me from the butt plug. I jerked, dropping the cloth.
"Tsk tsk," Mia clicked her tongue. "Five slaps for shaking. Bend over."
Her hand cracked against my ass. By the third window, another shock made me jump. Was it Chloe with the remote? No response when I guessed. Violet maybe? Still nothing.
"Scrub the floor," Mia ordered next. "On your hands and knees."
More shocks came as I cleaned, each one more intense than the last. My ass burned from both the electricity and Mia's punishments when I flinched. I kept wondering, trying to identify who controlled the butt plug while following Mia's increasingly demanding tasks.
I knelt on the cold floor, scrubbing under Mia's watchful gaze. Another shock from the butt plug made me gasp.
"Must be Nora with the remote," I guessed through gritted teeth.
"Wrong again," Mia laughed. "Keep cleaning."
A particularly strong jolt made me drop the brush. Mia immediately ordered me to bend over for punishment. After five hard slaps, I resumed scrubbing, my ass burning from both the electricity and her hand.
"Sophia must have the remote," I tried.
No response. Just another shock that made me clench around the butt plug.
"Time for dusting," Mia commanded. "Every surface in this room."
I grabbed the feather duster, reaching up to clean the high shelves. The position left me completely exposed. A series of rapid shocks had me trembling.
"Is it Violet controlling the plug?"
"Wrong again," Mia smirked. "And you missed a spot. Start over."
The shocks grew more intense as I re-dusted everything. My legs shook from the constant electrical pulses. When I finally finished, Mia inspected my work.
"Now the mirrors," she ordered. "Make them spotless."
I moved to the first mirror, but a particularly strong shock made me stumble.
"Olivia has to be the one shocking me," I gasped.
"Finally!" Olivia stepped forward, brandishing the remote. "My turn to give orders."
My ass throbbed, already dreading what was to come. Olivia's smile promised no mercy.
This was going to be a long night.
Chloe led me through the dark entrance of Club Obsidian. The bouncer nodded at Chloe with recognition.
"First time at a club?" Chloe asked, guiding me past the main bar into a dimly lit playspace.
"Yes," I whispered, taking in the scene before me. A woman suspended in rope swung gently from the ceiling while her dominant adjusted the knots. In another corner, someone received a thorough flogging.
"Watch and learn," Chloe said. "This is where many of us practice and perfect our techniques."
We passed a medical scene where a man lay strapped to an examination table, electrodes attached to his body. The steady hum of electricity mixed with his gasps.
"I didn't know there were so many different ways to..." my voice trailed off as we approached a cage where a submissive sat curled up at their dominant's feet.
"The lifestyle has endless possibilities," Chloe explained. "Some people only do impact play, others focus on psychological domination. Many combine different elements."
A demonstration caught my attention—a woman teaching proper technique for single-tail whips. The crack of leather through air made me jump.
"That's Mistress Regina," Chloe said. "She taught me everything I know about whips."
I watched, fascinated, as various scenes unfolded around us. Some were intense—heavy impact play that left marks. Others were sensual—light touches with feathers and ice. Each dynamic was unique, yet they all shared an underlying current of trust and control.
"How do you feel seeing all this?" Chloe asked.
"Overwhelmed," I admitted. "But also... like I belong."
My eyes darted around the dimly lit space, taking in the various scenes unfolding. A man caught my attention from across the room. He stared at me in a way that made me uncomfortable. His eyes kept shifting between me and Chloe, and he seemed to be trying to communicate something.
When Chloe excused herself to speak with Mistress Regina, the stranger's posture changed. He started moving toward me with purpose, his face a mask of urgency. But before he could reach me, Chloe appeared suddenly at my side. The man froze, his face draining of color. Without a word, he turned and disappeared into the crowd.
"What was that about?" I asked, watching his retreating form.
"Oh, him?" Chloe's laugh held an edge I'd never heard before. "He was one of the Sorority's projects when I was a freshman. Some people just don't appreciate the affection they receive."
I nodded, but my mind raced. The fear in that man's eyes seemed genuine—raw and immediate. And the way Chloe said 'project' made me question things I'd never considered before. Was I just another project? What happened to make that man so afraid?