I lay in my dorm bed, staring at the ceiling and thinking about how much my life had changed since starting university. Back then, I'd waste hours every day watching porn and masturbating, trying to fill some unnamed void. Now, with Chloe controlling my releases to once every six weeks, my mind felt clearer, more focused.
The chastity cage had become part of my life. Instead of losing time to fleeting pleasures, I channeled that energy into helping others. My study groups had grown, with students genuinely improving their grades. Even Professor Callaghan had noticed my increased participation in class discussions.
Before Chloe, I'd been that quiet kid who barely spoke up. Now I found myself eagerly engaging with others, especially the girls who needed help with their studies. The old Martin would have stuttered and blushed. This new Martin understood his place—ready to serve, to please, to help.
And Sarah... who would have thought my shy high school friend would become such an integral part of my journey? She didn't just accept my submission to Chloe; she embraced it, becoming both confidante and domme herself. Her playful approach to dominance complemented Chloe's stricter style perfectly.
But Chloe remained my Goddess, my guide into this world of BDSM. Each session revealed new aspects of submission—rope work, electro-play, temperature play. Things I never knew existed now filled my thoughts with anticipation rather than shame.
The constant denial kept me alert, aware, almost hypersensitive to every command or suggestion from Chloe or Sarah. My grades had never been better. My social life had never been richer. Even Jacob had commented on how much I'd grown since that first awkward day as roommates.
Six weeks between releases seemed impossible when Chloe first announced it. Now it felt right—a testament to her control and my devotion. Each denied moment strengthened my focus on what truly mattered: serving Chloe, helping others, and embracing this new life she'd shown me.
In the dungeon, Chloe turned to me with a knowing smile.
"We've done pegging before," she said, trailing her fingers along my collar. "But today, we're taking it to the next level."
My body responded instantly to her words. The memory of our first pegging session flooded back—the initial discomfort giving way to intense pleasure. Since then, the daily butt plug training had made me more comfortable with that kind of penetration.
"You need to learn what it means to truly serve others," Chloe continued. "Not just following orders or cleaning their rooms. I mean serving them sexually."
I swallowed hard, my chastity cage straining as I thought about the sorority sisters. Mia's stern commands, Olivia's demanding presence, Sophia's quiet authority.
"How does that sound?" Chloe asked, her fingers now tracing my jawline.
"It sounds... exciting," I admitted. The thought of sexually serving all those dominant women made my head spin with arousal.
"I thought you might like that idea," Chloe laughed.
I knelt on the spanking bench as Chloe secured the leather straps around my wrists and ankles. The position left my bottom exposed and vulnerable.
"Let's have some fun first," Chloe said. A sharp jolt from the butt plug made me yelp. She laughed as I squirmed, sending several more electric pulses through me before finally removing the plug.
I heard the rustle of clothes behind me, then felt Chloe's hands on my hips. The strapon pressed against me, and she entered slowly. I moaned as she filled me, the sensation both familiar and exciting.
Her thrusts started gentle but soon picked up speed. My chastity cage strained as pleasure built inside me. Chloe's rhythm grew faster and faster until I was gasping.
"You're enjoying this," she said. "Good, because the other girls will each take their turn with you."
My mind raced at her words. I thought of Mia's rough approach—she'd probably be harsh and demanding. The idea excited me more than I expected. But then I thought of Sarah. Sweet, gentle Sarah. I made a mental note to ask her about pegging sometime. I was curious how she'd be—probably tender and caring, but who knew?
The girls each had such different styles. Some would take it slow, others would be rough. My arousal grew just thinking about it, my chastity cage feeling tighter than ever.
"Look at you, so eager to please." Mia was the first to arrive. She circled me slowly. "You're going to take everything I give you, aren't you?"
"Yes, Mistress Mia," I breathed, already aroused despite my fear.
She disappeared behind me. I heard the snap of latex gloves, then the cold drip of lubricant. Without warning, she thrust two fingers inside me. I gasped at the sudden intrusion.
"Already so well trained," she mocked. "Chloe's done a good job with you."
The fingers withdrew. I heard the rustle of her harness, then felt the press of something much larger. She entered me roughly, causing me to cry out.
"Count each thrust," she ordered, grabbing my hair and pulling my head back.
"One!" I gasped as she slammed into me. "Two! Three!"
Each thrust was harder than the last. My chastity cage strained painfully as my arousal grew. The mix of pain and pleasure was overwhelming.
"Louder!" She yanked my hair harder.
"Four! Five! Six!" I practically shouted now.
Mia's pace increased, her grip on my hair tightening. The rough treatment only heightened my arousal. My arms trembled as I struggled to maintain my position.
"Seven! Eight! Nine!"
My entire body shook with each powerful thrust. Despite the pain, I found myself pushing back against her, eager for more.
After Mia finished, Olivia stepped forward. Her approach was methodical, clinical almost. She lubricated me thoroughly, making sure I was ready.
"Relax," she commanded, her voice stern but not cruel. Her strapon was smaller than Mia's, but she knew exactly how to use it. Each thrust hit spots that made me gasp and moan.
My legs trembled as Sophia took her turn. She was silent, communicating only through touch and rhythm. Her pace was relentless, steady, never changing. My chastity cage strained as she worked me over.
Nora brought a different energy. Unlike the others, she wouldn't stop talking.
"You're doing so good for us," she said, her thrusts gentle. "Can you take more?"
My chastity cage strained as I whimpered, "Yes."
"Such an obedient boy," she said. Her hips snapped forward hard, making me gasp. Then she slowed back to a gentle pace. "Look how well you're taking this. Are you enjoying yourself?"
"Yes," I breathed.
She picked up speed again. "I can tell. Your whole body is shaking. But I bet you can still handle more, can't you?"
I could only nod as she continued alternating between soft and forceful thrusts, praising me the whole time. My chastity cage felt impossibly tight as she worked me over, her constant stream of encouragement only making me more aroused.
Violet surprised me with her intensity. Despite her usual quiet demeanor, she was demanding, making me beg for each thrust. My voice was hoarse from pleading.
Three more girls I didn't know took their turns. The first was rough and fast, barely giving me time to adjust. The second took her time, drawing out each movement until I whimpered. The third combined both approaches, alternating between gentle and harsh.
By the end, my whole body ached. My ass felt raw and used. But when I heard Chloe's approving voice, I knew it was worth it. I'd proven myself to them all. For Chloe, I would endure anything.
Chloe unstrapped me from the bench while the girls left. I struggled to stand, my legs weak and shaky. As I gathered my clothes, Chloe watched me with an amused smile.
"How are you feeling?" she asked.
"My ass is so sore," I admitted, wincing as I pulled on my underwear. "I've never felt anything like that before."
Chloe laughed. "You did wonderfully though. I'm proud of how you handled each girl's different style."
"Really?" I looked up at her.
"Absolutely. You served them all perfectly, even though you didn't know some of them. That takes real dedication."
I beamed at her words. "I just wanted to make you happy," I said softly. "That's all that matters to me."
"Such a good boy," Chloe smiled.
I hesitated, then gathered my courage. "Could I... could I borrow a strapon and a dildo?"
Chloe's grin widened. "Of course you can."
I walked with Sarah to the concert venue, my body still tender from the intense session at the sorority a couple of days ago. The late evening air carried the excited chatter of other concert-goers.
"How are you feeling?" Sarah smirked, clearly aware of my discomfort.
"Better," I laughed. "Just a bit sore still."
We found our spots near the middle of the crowd. Sarah bought us both beers, and we settled in to wait for the show to start.
"How's the environmental project going?" I asked, sipping my drink.
"Really well! Professor Thompson said we should move ahead with my plan for urban gardens." Sarah's eyes lit up. "I might even get funding for a pilot program."
The opening band took the stage, and we swayed to the music. Sarah knew all the lyrics, singing along while I watched her enthusiasm with amusement.
"Remember that awful school band in senior year?" she shouted over the music.
"God, they were terrible!" I grinned. "But we still went to every performance."
"Because Jenny was the drummer," Sarah laughed. "You had such a crush on her."
We got more beers during the break between sets. The alcohol loosened us up, and Sarah started sharing her plans for studying abroad.
"Iceland has these amazing sustainable energy programs," she explained, gesturing with her beer. "I want to learn everything about their methods."
The main act started playing, and we both got lost in the music. Sarah grabbed my hand and pulled me into a dance, both of us laughing as we moved to the rhythm. For a few hours, we were just two friends enjoying music together, no complications, no expectations.
"This is exactly what I needed," Sarah said during a slower song. "Just a normal night out."
I nodded, understanding completely.
After the concert, Sarah and I walked back through the quiet campus streets. The cool night air helped clear my head from the beers, though I still felt that pleasant buzz. Sarah's hand was warm in mine as we strolled past the library.
"Thanks for coming tonight," I said, squeezing her hand. "It means a lot having you around."
"Of course." Sarah bumped her shoulder against mine. "Someone has to keep an eye on you."
"I mean it though." I stopped walking, turning to face her. "You've been amazing through all of this. Most people would have run away or judged me, but you just... accepted everything."
Sarah's eyes softened. "That's what friends are for, silly. Besides, you're still you—just exploring new sides of yourself."
"Still." I felt the alcohol making me more emotional than usual. "You didn't just accept it. You got involved, helped me figure things out. I don't know what I'd do without you."
"Probably get into twice as much trouble," Sarah laughed, but her eyes were a bit watery too. "You're my best friend, Martin. I'll always be here for you."
We hugged there under the streetlight, both a little drunk and sentimental. When we pulled apart, Sarah wiped her eyes with her free hand.
"Come on," she tugged me forward. "Let's get back before we freeze out here being emotional messes."
Back at her dorm, Sarah opened the door and peered inside. "Huh, Lisa's not here. That's weird, she usually studies late."
Sarah turned to me with a playful smile. "Want to play a little? End the night on an even better note?"
"Actually... I want to try something. Give me a minute?"
I hurried back to my dorm room and retrieved the strapon and dildo I'd borrowed from Chloe. When I returned and showed Sarah, her eyes widened before a mischievous smile spread across her face.
"Get naked," she commanded, her voice dropping lower. "And bend over my chair."
I watched as Sarah examined the strapon harness and dildo I'd brought. Her initial uncertainty showed in her hesitant movements.
"I've never done this before," she admitted. "You'll have to guide me."
I stripped and bent over her desk chair. "Start slow," I explained. "Use plenty of lube."
Sarah's hands trembled slightly as she adjusted the harness. "Like this?"
"Perfect. Now just ease it in gently."
She followed my instructions, and I gasped at the sensation. The chastity cage strained as pleasure coursed through me.
"You okay?" Sarah asked.
"Yes... harder now."
Sarah found her rhythm, growing more confident with each thrust. She gripped my hips, experimenting with different angles.
"Right there," I moaned. "That's the spot."
"You really like this, don't you?" Sarah's voice carried a hint of amazement.
"God yes... don't stop."
Sarah continued, her movements becoming more assured. She tried varying speeds and depths, learning what made me squirm with pleasure.
After we finished, I got dressed slowly, still buzzing from the intensity of it all.
"Thank you," I said. "For everything tonight—the concert, and this. It was wonderful."
As I reached her door to leave, I turned back. Without thinking, I pressed my lips against hers in a soft kiss.
The leather chair awaited me in the hypnosis room at the Black Rose Sorority, and I settled into it.
"So, how did you like your first two commands?" Chloe asked, her eyes twinkling.
"Very much," I admitted. "I'm eager to get another one—something I don't know about, something that will surprise me when it hits."
A wide grin spread across Chloe's face. "That's exactly what you're going to get." She paused, her expression growing serious. "Just to be sure though—do you consent to receiving an unknown hypnotic command?"
"Yes," I said eagerly. "I trust you completely."
"Good. Now focus on my voice..."
The session passed in a blur. When I came back to awareness, I had no memory of what happened or what command she had implanted in my mind.
As I walked down the path away from the sorority house, I wondered what trigger would surface and when. Whatever Chloe had planned, I knew I would enjoy it when it happened.
A few days later, I sat with Jacob at our usual campus bar, nursing our beers. Jacob seemed more tense than usual, his fingers drumming restlessly on the wooden table.
"What's wrong?" I asked. "You look stressed."
Jacob took a long sip of his beer. "I've been doing some digging."
"Into what?"
"The sorority."
"Oh no, please stop," I said. "There's nothing weird going on there."
"Did you know that every single girl there is a psychology major?" Jacob leaned forward, his voice low.
I thought back to all my interactions at the Black Rose house. "Yeah, actually. They're always studying psychology books. That's their thing—they only accept psychology majors who are dominant. Every girl there is dominant."
"And you don't think that's strange?"
"Not at all," I said, feeling defensive. "This lifestyle requires understanding psychology. It makes perfect sense."
"I think they're manipulating everyone," Jacob said firmly.
I laughed. "Well yeah, that's what dominant girls do. But I already knew that. Everything is fine." I took another sip of beer. "Even Tom came back—you know, the disappearing freshman? The curse is broken."
I organized my notes on the study room table as Jessica, Rachel, Anna, and Hazel filtered in. Tom arrived last, giving me a small nod as he took his seat.
"Today we're covering the symbolism in Chapter 7," I said, pulling out my annotated copy. "Particularly the recurring motif of broken mirrors."
"I noticed those!" Rachel leaned forward eagerly. "There's one in almost every scene."
"Exactly." I smiled at her enthusiasm. "The author uses them to represent fractured identity. Remember how the protagonist keeps catching glimpses of herself?"
"Oh!" Anna's eyes lit up. "Like when she sees herself in the shattered bathroom mirror?"
"Great example." I flipped through my notes. "What do you think that specific scene represents?"
"Her breaking free from societal expectations?" Hazel suggested.
"I love that interpretation." I noticed Tom following along intently, his earlier discomfort seemingly forgotten. "Tom, what did you think about the mirror in the garden scene?"
"I think it showed how she saw herself differently in nature," Tom said. "Away from artificial constraints."
"That's brilliant." I beamed at the group. "You're all getting really good at this."
Jessica raised her hand. "Could we go over the symbolism of water too? I'm still confused about the fountain scenes."
"Of course!" I pulled out additional notes, happy to help them understand.
The next day, I climbed the steps to the Black Rose Sorority house. When Chloe opened the door, my jaw dropped. She wore a crisp white nurse's uniform, complete with a cap and stethoscope around her neck.
"Is something wrong?" I asked, worried.
Chloe laughed. "No, nothing's wrong. Today I'm introducing you to medical fetish."
We walked down to the dungeon, her heels clicking on the stone steps. "Medical fetish involves roleplay between doctor or nurse and patient," she explained. "We explore medical procedures and examinations in a sexual context."
My cock strained against the chastity cage as I imagined the possibilities.
"Strip," Chloe commanded.
I quickly undressed. Chloe placed the stethoscope's earpieces in my ears and taped the chest piece over my heart. Suddenly, all other sounds faded away. I could only hear the steady thump-thump of my heartbeat.
As Chloe's hands roamed my body, my pulse quickened. The beats grew faster and louder, drowning out everything else. When she secured me to the St. Andrew's Cross and slipped a blindfold over my eyes, my heart hammered wildly in my ears.
Trapped in darkness, I could only focus on the rapid pounding in my chest. My other senses heightened. I felt her remove the chastity cage, exposing me completely.
Something cold and metallic pressed against my tip. My breath caught in my throat. A thin rod touched me there, making me pull against the restraints. The strange pressure increased as something slid inside me. Inside my penis. I had never felt anything like this before.
"W-what are you doing?" I asked, my voice shaking. The blindfold left me helpless, unable to see what Chloe had planned.
The sliding continued, slow and steady. My body trembled as unfamiliar sensations washed over me—a mix of pleasure and discomfort that made my heart pound even harder in my chest. I couldn't decide if I wanted to pull away or push forward.
I tried to focus on my breathing, but the foreign feeling demanded all my attention. The metal rod kept going deeper, sending waves of sensation through my body. My arms strained against the cuffs holding me to the cross.
Every movement drew a gasp from my lips. My pulse thundered in my ears, drowning out everything else. What was she doing to me? The uncertainty only heightened each sensation. I squirmed, but Chloe's firm grip kept me still as she continued her careful work.
My legs shook. Sweat beaded on my forehead. The metal rod seemed to touch nerves inside my penis I never knew existed. Without sight, every tiny movement felt magnified. I surrendered to the intense feelings, letting Chloe guide me through this new experience.
Finally, Chloe secured the chastity cage back on me, removed my blindfold, and took off the stethoscope. My eyes adjusted to the dim dungeon light as she held up a thin metal rod.
"This is called a sound," she explained. "It's inserted into the urethra for stimulation."
I stared at the rod, processing what had just happened. As Chloe untied me from the cross, she asked, "How did you feel during all that?"
"It was intense," I said. "When you put the stethoscope on me, hearing only my heartbeat made everything else fade away. And then in the darkness, every touch felt magnified. The sound... I've never experienced anything like it. The metal sliding inside me—I couldn't decide if it was pleasure or pain."
"That's normal for first-time sounding," Chloe said. "The sensations can be overwhelming."
Before I could reach for my clothes, Chloe stopped me. "We're not done yet." She pointed to a small inflatable pool in the corner. "Get in."
I walked over, puzzled by its presence in the dungeon. The blue plastic pool sat empty on the stone floor.
"On all fours," Chloe commanded once I was inside.
I dropped to my hands and knees, the plastic crinkling beneath me.
"Since we're doing medical play today," Chloe said, "you're getting an enema."
She held up a red rubber bag with a long tube. "This will clean you out internally. Have you ever had one before?"
"No," I admitted.
"Just relax," she said, lubing the nozzle. "Take slow deep breaths."
Chloe removed my butt plug, and I gasped as she inserted the nozzle. The warm water began flowing into me, creating an odd pressure.
"How does it feel?" Chloe asked.
"Strange... but good," I managed. "Like I'm being filled up."
"That's it, just breathe through it," she encouraged. "Let me know if you need me to stop."
The pressure grew more intense. I shifted uncomfortably but didn't want her to stop. Something about being so exposed and vulnerable while Chloe cared for me this way felt incredibly intimate.
"You're doing well," Chloe said. "The bag is almost empty."
Finally, the flow stopped. Chloe carefully removed the nozzle.
"Now comes the hard part," she explained. "You need to hold it for five minutes. The water will clean you out internally. You might feel some cramping—that's normal. Just relax and breathe through it."
I nodded, concentrating on keeping still. The pressure was intense, my muscles clenched involuntarily.
"Three more minutes," Chloe encouraged. "You're doing great."
When the time was up, Chloe directed me to the bathroom. After I finished, she handed me a soft towel.
"Clean yourself up and get dressed," she said with a smile. "I'm so proud of you, Martin. You've come such a long way."
"Thank you," I said, drying off. "I couldn't have done any of this without your guidance."
Chloe's eyes sparkled. "You're almost ready," she said.
Walking home from the sorority house, my mind kept circling back to Chloe's words: "You're almost ready." The phrase made my stomach twist with anxiety. Ready for what?
Then it hit me—Chloe was in her final year. In just a few weeks, she would graduate and leave the university behind. My chest tightened at the thought. Would she ask me to go with her? Or was this all just training, preparing me for a life without her?
Even Mia would be gone. Despite her cruelty, she had become a constant presence in my life at the sorority. Everything was about to change.
I stopped walking, leaning against a tree as the reality sank in. How could I continue without Chloe? She had transformed my entire life—my studies, my confidence, my understanding of pleasure and pain.
I couldn't imagine returning to my old life. The thought of never feeling Chloe's control again, never experiencing her careful guidance or cruel kindness... it was unbearable. I had built my whole world around her, and soon she would be gone.
I sat across from Jacob at our usual table in the campus bar, nursing my second beer of the night. The buzz of conversations and clinking glasses filled the air around us.
"I've been thinking about what we talked about," Jacob said, pushing his empty glass aside. "About the sorority."
I groaned internally. Not this topic again.
"Look, I know you don't want to hear it, but something's not right there." Jacob leaned forward, lowering his voice. "I'm going to talk to Chloe directly. Get some answers straight from the source."
What?! Images of Sarah's confrontation with Chloe flashed through my mind—how it had ended with both of them in Chloe's bed, Sarah writhing under Chloe's touch while I watched helplessly.
"No," I said firmly, surprising myself with the force in my voice. "You can't go to her."
"Why not?" Jacob's eyebrows shot up at my sudden intensity.
"Just... trust me on this one. Going to confront Chloe isn't the answer." I took a long sip of my beer, avoiding his questioning gaze. "Promise me you won't."
Jacob studied my face for a moment, then nodded slowly. "Alright, I promise. But you know I'm worried about you, right?"
"I know," I said softly. "I know."