Back in my dorm room, I opened my laptop and stared at the screen. Chloe would graduate soon, leaving the university—and me—behind. The thought made my chest tight. The chastity cage reminded me of her constant presence, even when we were apart. I wanted to give her something special, something to show my gratitude for everything she'd taught me.
I'd already given her the BDSM goodies subscription for Christmas. This time needed to be different. An experience, perhaps. Something we could share.
My fingers moved across the keyboard, searching for ideas. After an hour of browsing, a link caught my eye—The Azure Springs Resort & Spa. The photos showed elegant rooms, private hot tubs, and secluded gardens. They even offered couple's massages and private yoga sessions.
This was exactly what I was looking for. A weekend away from campus, just the two of us. I clicked through to the booking page, excited as I entered my credit card information. The confirmation email arrived moments later.
I sat back in my chair, imagining Chloe's reaction when I told her about the spa weekend. The butt plug buzzed unexpectedly, making me jump. I smiled, knowing she was thinking of me too.
Sarah and I wandered through the quiet halls of the art museum. Sarah paused in front of an abstract piece, her head tilted.
"What do you see?" I asked.
"Chaos. But like, organized chaos." She pointed to a swirl of red and black. "See how these lines intersect? It's messy but intentional."
I nodded, seeing what she meant. We moved to the next piece, a landscape with stormy skies.
"This one reminds me of Iceland," Sarah said. "The raw power of nature."
"You really can't wait to study there, can you?"
"It's all I think about sometimes." She grinned. "Well, that and our little adventures."
We spent hours exploring each gallery, sharing our thoughts on different pieces. Sarah had an eye for detail I'd never noticed before, picking up on subtle color choices and hidden meanings.
As we left the museum, Sarah turned to me with mischief in her eye. "Hey, want to do something stupid tomorrow?"
"Sure, anything."
"Bring those handcuffs I gave you for Christmas. Meet me at the dorm entrance, early morning."
"What are you planning?"
Sarah just smiled. "You'll see."
The next morning, I met Sarah at the dorm entrance, clutching the fur-lined handcuffs she'd given me for Christmas.
"You brought them!" Sarah bounced on her toes. "Give me the keys."
Before I could protest, she snatched them from my hand and clicked one cuff around my wrist.
"Sarah, what are you—"
She snapped the other cuff around her own wrist, linking us together. "Ta-da! We're spending the whole day like this."
"The whole day?" I stared at our bound wrists. "But we have classes! And people will see—"
"If anyone asks, it's a social experiment." Sarah shrugged. "People accept anything if you say it's for science."
"But how will we—" I gestured vaguely. "You know, use the bathroom?"
"We'll figure it out. Come on, we're going to be late for Film Studies."
Walking to class proved challenging. Sarah kept a brisk pace while I stumbled to match her stride. We had to coordinate which side of the hallway to walk on, bumping shoulders every few steps.
Professor Callaghan raised an eyebrow when we entered the lecture hall. "Interesting fashion choice."
"Social experiment," Sarah called out cheerfully. "Studying interpersonal boundaries in academic settings."
"Ah, of course." Professor Callaghan nodded sagely. "Just try not to disrupt class."
Taking notes was a nightmare. I had to focus on my own writing with one hand, while my other hand wandered around after Sarah's.
At lunch, we caused a scene in the cafeteria. Sarah insisted on carrying both our trays, which resulted in soup sloshing everywhere. Eating required an awkward dance of arms, and drinking from our cups looked like a poorly choreographed comedy routine.
"This is ridiculous," I muttered as Sarah dragged me to the library to study.
"That's the point!" She grinned. "Now help me reach that book on the top shelf."
We spent the afternoon attempting to study, though most of our time went to figuring out how to turn pages without elbowing each other in the face. Every time we moved, the handcuffs jingled, earning us stern looks from the librarian.
By evening, we'd developed a strange synchronicity in our movements, though getting through doors still required negotiation.
"Your room or mine?" Sarah asked as we left the library.
"Yours. Jacob would never let me live this down."
Sarah unlocked the handcuffs in her dorm room. My wrist felt oddly light without the metal band.
"Ready for a different kind of fun?" Sarah grinned.
"Always." I watched as she stripped off her clothes. My arousal grew against the chastity cage.
Sarah sat on her bed, spreading her legs. "Come here."
I undressed and knelt between her thighs. Her scent filled my senses as I leaned forward. The first stroke of my tongue made her gasp. I explored her folds, finding the spots that made her squirm. My own desire strained against the confining metal.
"Right there," Sarah moaned. "Don't stop."
I focused on her pleasure, varying pressure and speed. Her thighs trembled against my cheeks. Her breathing grew ragged. My jaw ached but I persisted, driven by her reactions. When she climaxed, her fingers tangled in my hair.
After she caught her breath, Sarah smiled down at me. "Again."
I dove back in eagerly, despite my aching jaw. This time I knew exactly where to focus. Sarah writhed beneath my tongue, her pleasure building faster. The chastity cage bit into my flesh as I strained helplessly. Sarah's second orgasm was even more intense than the first.
Sarah and I lay naked on her bed, our breathing still heavy. The ceiling fan spun lazily above us.
"Martin?" Sarah turned on her side to face me. "Would you have sex with me if you weren't wearing the chastity cage?"
My body responded instantly to her question, reminding me of my limitations. "Yes, I would. But I can't." I touched the collar around my neck. "My orgasms belong to Chloe. She's the only one who can allow that."
"I know." Sarah traced patterns on my chest with her fingertip. "I was just wondering. Actually, I was thinking about what our lives would be like if you'd never met Chloe."
I considered this for a moment. "We'd probably just be distant friends. Maybe say hi in the hallway, grab coffee once a month if that." I smiled at Sarah. "Chloe brought us together, really. Without her, we wouldn't have this connection."
Sarah nodded, understanding in her eyes. "She changed everything, didn't she?"
The physics lecture dragged on, but my mind refused to focus on Professor Wilson's equations. The memory of last night with Sarah kept interrupting my thoughts. Her question about Chloe stuck in my head.
I stared at my blank notebook, tapping my pencil against the paper. What did Sarah mean? Was she hoping for something more than our current arrangement?
My hand moved to touch the collar around my neck. This was Chloe's collar. I belonged to her completely. Even my intimate moments with Sarah happened because Chloe allowed them.
A formula appeared on the whiteboard, but I barely noticed it. Sarah had changed since meeting Chloe. We both had. Our friendship had evolved into something unique, something special. But at its core, everything stemmed from Chloe's influence.
I shifted in my seat. The chastity cage, the butt plug, the collar—each one reinforced my dedication to her. I couldn't imagine my life without these symbols of her control.
The truth was simple: Chloe was my Goddess. Every decision, every pleasure, every moment of release—it all belonged to her. I had no desire to change that, ever. Whatever Sarah might want, whatever direction this might go, Chloe would always come first.
The lecture continued, but I had already given up on taking notes. My mind was made up. I would follow Chloe's lead, trust her judgment, submit to her will. That was all that mattered.
"Martin, what do you think of my ass?" Chloe asked in the dungeon, with a playful smile on her lips.
My face flushed hot at her direct question. I swallowed hard, my eyes drawn to her curves beneath her black skirt.
"They're the most beautiful ass in the world," I said. The chastity cage strained as I admired her form. "The way you move, the shape, everything about it is perfect."
"Would you like to kiss it?" Chloe asked, her voice teasing.
My eyes lit up with excitement. "Yes! Absolutely!"
"Come on then." Chloe turned around, presenting her skirt-clad bottom to me.
I dropped to my knees behind her, my hands trembling. The fabric of her skirt was smooth under my lips as I placed gentle kisses across her curves. Her scent filled my nose—a mix of her perfume and something uniquely Chloe.
My mind raced as I continued worshipping her ass with soft, reverent kisses. This was Chloe, my Goddess, allowing me this intimate act. The chastity cage grew painfully tight as my arousal built. Still, I took my time, making each kiss count, showing my complete devotion through every touch of my lips.
Chloe shifted slightly, and I adjusted to follow her movement, never breaking contact. My entire world narrowed to this moment—the feel of her skirt, the curves beneath, the privilege of being allowed to worship her this way.
Chloe giggled. "You won't just get to know my ass, Martin. You'll get to know it much closer."
My brow furrowed in confusion. What did she mean?
"Lie down on the table," Chloe commanded, pointing to the padded surface.
I obeyed without hesitation, positioning myself on my back. Before I could wonder what would happen next, Chloe hiked up her skirt and straddled my face.
My world went dark as she lowered herself onto me. Her weight pressed down, cutting off my air completely. Panic rose in my chest as I struggled to breathe. My face grew hot, then hotter still. Just as spots began dancing behind my eyes, she lifted up.
I gasped desperately for air, my lungs burning.
"That's breath play, Martin," Chloe explained, watching my face intently. "The restriction and release of oxygen creates intense sensations. Ready for more?"
Before I could respond, she lowered herself again. This time, knowing what to expect, I took a deep breath first. Her thighs squeezed around my head as she settled her full weight on me.
"Good boy," her voice came muffled through her flesh. "You're learning already."
She lifted up again, allowing me precious air. My head spun pleasantly from the oxygen deprivation.
"Again," she commanded, descending once more.
We repeated this two more times. Each time she settled onto my face, cutting off my air completely. Each time she lifted just before true panic set in. By the fifth round, my mind floated in a euphoric haze, aware of nothing but Chloe's weight and control over my very breath.
Chloe ordered me to lie on the cold dungeon floor. She removed her sneakers, revealing white cotton socks. She stepped onto my face, her sock-covered foot pressing down on my mouth, and at the same time blocking my nose.
I couldn't breathe. My chest tightened as seconds passed. Just before panic set in, she lifted her foot. I gasped desperately for air, my lungs burning.
"Again," Chloe commanded.
Her foot returned, cutting off my oxygen. My mind drifted to how completely she controlled me now. My very breath was hers to give or take—my life literally in her hands. When she lifted her foot again, I felt almost disappointed.
The third time her foot pressed down, I embraced the sensation. Despite the discomfort, the burning in my lungs, I could do this all day. The suffering made it more exciting. I wanted to suffer for Chloe, to prove my devotion through my willing submission to her control.
As she allowed me another breath, my thoughts turned to Sarah. She'd asked if I would have sex with her. But here, under Chloe's foot, the answer was clear. Only if Chloe allowed it. My body, my pleasure, my very breath—all belonged to Chloe now. I wanted nothing more than what she chose to give me.
Her foot pressed down again, and I surrendered completely to her control.
After several more rounds of breath play, Chloe sat beside me on the floor.
"Which did you prefer, Martin? My ass or my socks?"
I thought for a moment, remembering both experiences. "Your socks," I admitted. "I can't explain why exactly, but there's something incredibly sexy about your socks. Just the sight of them drives me wild."
Chloe giggled at my confession. "You're free to go now."
I stood up, brushing off my clothes. "Actually, before I leave—I have a surprise for you. Next weekend, I'd like to take you somewhere. I booked us a luxurious weekend getaway."
Her eyes widened in surprise, but a smile spread across her face. "I'd love that, Martin."
The week dragged by in a blur of activity, but my mind stayed fixed on the upcoming weekend with Chloe. Every morning, I went through my usual routine—charging the butt plug, checking the chastity cage was secure, and heading to class.
Coffee with Sarah became a daily ritual. She noticed my distraction as I stirred my latte absently.
"Earth to Martin," Sarah waved her hand in front of my face. "You haven't heard a word I've said about my environmental project, have you?"
"Sorry," I smiled sheepishly. "Just thinking about this weekend."
"Ah yes, the big getaway with Chloe." Sarah rolled her eyes but grinned. "You've mentioned it about twenty times this week."
My evening beers with Jacob followed a similar pattern. We sat at our usual corner table in the campus pub, but I barely tasted my drink.
"You're really excited about this weekend, aren't you?" Jacob asked, studying my face.
I nodded, unable to hide my enthusiasm. "I just want everything to be perfect."
Between social obligations, I threw myself into studying and running the literature study group. Jessica and Rachel seemed especially grateful for my help with their essays, though I kept checking my phone constantly for messages from Chloe.
Even in Professor Callaghan's film studies lecture, I found myself doodling little hearts in my notebook instead of taking proper notes. The constant buzz of the butt plug, activated randomly by either Chloe or Sarah, kept me on edge and reminded me of what awaited me this weekend.
Each night, I lay in bed imagining all the possibilities the weekend might hold. The Azure Springs Resort & Spa would be perfect—private, luxurious, and far from campus distractions. I wanted to show Chloe how much she meant to me, how completely I belonged to her.
Friday afternoon arrived with beautiful late spring weather. Cherry blossoms lined the winding driveway to the Azure Springs Resort & Spa, their pink petals dancing in the warm breeze. I picked up Chloe from the sorority house, my heart racing as she slid into the passenger seat.
The hour-long drive passed in comfortable silence. I couldn't help stealing glances at her, admiring how the sunlight caught her hair through the windshield.
The resort emerged ahead of us—a sprawling complex of elegant stone buildings nestled among flowering gardens. I pulled up to the circular driveway where a valet waited.
"Welcome to Azure Springs," the uniformed man smiled, opening Chloe's door.
I handled check-in while Chloe explored the opulent lobby with its crystal chandeliers and marble floors. The clerk handed me two key cards to our suite on the top floor.
Our luggage arrived moments after we entered the spacious suite. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered stunning views of the surrounding countryside dotted with spring wildflowers. The king-sized bed dominated one end of the room, while a private terrace beckoned through French doors.
I tipped the bellhop and closed the door behind him. When I turned around, Chloe's expression had changed. Her eyes held that familiar glint of control.
"From now on, this weekend will be under my command," Chloe said. "You need to learn your place, even in luxurious surroundings like this."
My body responded instantly to her tone, arousal straining against the chastity cage. "Yes, Chloe," I replied, already surrendering to her will.
Chloe led me down to the hotel's elegant restaurant, her heels clicking on the marble floors. The maître d' showed us to a secluded corner table draped in crisp white linen.
"Good evening," our waiter approached with leather-bound menus. "May I start you with some wine?"
"I'll have the Château Margaux," Chloe said before I could open my menu. "He'll have tap water."
The waiter's eyebrow twitched slightly but he maintained his professional demeanor.
"And for dinner," Chloe continued, "I'll have the duck confit with truffle risotto. For him—two plain bread rolls. Nothing else."
The waiter's pen hesitated above his notepad. "Sir, would you like to see the menu?"
"No, he wouldn't," Chloe answered for me.
At the next table, an elderly couple exchanged puzzled glances. A businessman dining alone openly stared at us.
My face burned with embarrassment as the waiter collected our menus, but my chastity cage strained against my pants.
The bread rolls arrived on a stark white plate—no butter, no olive oil, just plain bread. Across from me, Chloe savored her perfectly seared duck, occasionally catching my eye with a knowing smile.
"Is everything satisfactory?" the waiter asked, directing the question mainly at me.
"Everything is perfect," Chloe answered. I nodded in agreement, my mouth dry from the plain bread.
We retreated to our suite for the night.
"Strip," Chloe commanded. "Everything off."
I complied without hesitation, removing my clothes piece by piece while Chloe watched from a plush armchair. The cool air raised goosebumps on my exposed skin.
"On your knees," she directed. "Crawl under the bed."
I dropped to my hands and knees and moved beneath the bed frame. The space was tight but clean, the carpet soft. Metal clinked as Chloe produced a pair of handcuffs.
"Arms up," she ordered. "Against the bed frame."
I reached up, and Chloe secured my wrists to the sturdy frame. The position left me stretched out on my back, completely helpless under the bed where Chloe would sleep.
"This is where you'll spend the night," Chloe said. "Right below me, exactly where you belong."
Throughout the weekend, I served Chloe poolside cocktails while she lounged at the spa. I watched her relax in luxury as I stood ready to fulfill her every whim. When she finally allowed me into the water, it wasn't for pleasure—she held me under, controlling my breath, making me completely dependent on her for air. The thrill of trusting her with my life made my chastity cage strain painfully.
Our meals followed the same pattern as that first night. While Chloe savored exquisite dishes, I was permitted only plain bread or simple vegetables. She delighted in my predicament, occasionally offering me a small taste of her feast before pulling it away with a laugh. Her enjoyment of the power dynamic only heightened my arousal.
Each night, I slept handcuffed under her bed, listening to her breathe above me. Though separated by the mattress, I felt closer to her than ever. The discomfort of the floor meant nothing compared to the joy of being near her. I cherished every shift of the mattress, every soft sound she made.
When we checked out, I couldn't stop smiling despite my exhaustion and hunger. Chloe's complete control over me, her obvious pleasure in my submission, made it the most incredible weekend of my life.
"Thank you for this wonderful weekend," Chloe said as we loaded the car. "You've outdone yourself."
I beamed at her praise, knowing I'd do anything to hear those words again.
I lay in my dorm bed, replaying the weekend with Chloe in my mind. It had been nothing like I'd imagined when booking the luxury resort. Instead of romantic dinners and spa treatments together, I'd spent my time serving her. While she enjoyed gourmet meals, I survived on bread crusts. As she relaxed by the pool, I stood ready to fetch her drinks. Each night, I slept handcuffed under her bed while she rested in comfort above.
Yet I wouldn't have changed a thing. Her constant control, the way she smiled when denying me basic comforts—it was intoxicating. My chastity cage strained just thinking about it.
My thoughts drifted to Sarah. What would a weekend away with her be like? I imagined hiking together, her leading me blindfolded along mountain trails. We'd probably get into trouble, like that time in the library. Sarah would make it an adventure, full of laughter and shared experiences. She'd tie me up, but then curl up beside me. We'd talk for hours about everything and nothing.
Two completely different experiences. Chloe's calculated cruelty versus Sarah's playful dominance. With Chloe, I was property. With Sarah, I was a partner in crime. Both thrilled me in entirely different ways.
The days blurred together as I moved through my routine. Every morning, I woke up thinking of Chloe. In Professor Callaghan's class, I caught myself staring at the clock, counting hours until I might see her again.
Between classes, I met Sarah for coffee. She talked about her environmental project, but my mind wandered to Chloe. What would happen when she graduated? Would she take me with her? The thought of losing her made my stomach twist.
Even during the literature study group, while explaining symbolism to Jessica and Rachel, I kept checking my phone.
At night, Jacob and I had our usual beers. He noticed my distraction but didn't press. I couldn't focus on our conversations about his art projects. Instead, I wondered if Chloe would move to another city. Would she find someone else to control? The chastity cage felt tighter whenever these thoughts crossed my mind.
The uncertainty of Chloe's graduation loomed over everything. Each day brought us closer to that inevitable end, and I had no idea what she planned. Would all this—the training, the control, the submission—just stop? I couldn't imagine returning to my old life, not after everything she'd shown me.
Chloe greeted me at the door, leading me to the common area. We sat together on the plush sofa, and for once, she didn't command me to kneel or crawl.
"Martin, we need to talk." Chloe's voice was soft but firm. "We only have a couple of weeks left together before graduation."
My chest tightened at her words.
"At the end of school, there will be a special event," she continued. "Something I've worked really hard to prepare you for."
I shifted in my seat, the chastity cage between my legs a constant presence. "What kind of event?"
"You'll see in time." Chloe's lips curved into a smile. "All you need to know for now is that it's very important to me. I hope you'll do well during the event."
"I'll do anything for you, Chloe." The words came naturally, without hesitation.
Her smile widened. "I know you will, Martin."
Chloe led me outside to the garden, her hand firm on my shoulder. The path to the hedge maze brought back memories of my first time here, when everything began.
"Strip," Chloe commanded once we reached the entrance.
I removed my clothes, folding them neatly.
"On all fours."
I dropped to my hands and knees. Chloe attached the leash to my collar, and I felt a surge of arousal in my chastity cage.
We entered the maze, my knees scraping against the ground as I crawled beside her. Each turn brought us deeper into the labyrinth until we reached the center.
My breath caught. Mia stood there, a wicked smile on her face. Between us sat a dog bowl filled with something I couldn't quite make out.
My chastity cage strained painfully as I took in the scene—Chloe holding my leash, Mia waiting with that smile, and the mysterious bowl. Having both of them here, my two favorite dominants, seemed like a dream come true.
I crawled closer to the bowl, curious what they had planned for me today.
"Remember drinking the girls' piss?" Chloe asked, her voice soft and encouraging.
How could I forget? The taste had been divine, especially knowing it came from these beautiful women who controlled me.
"Well, today is going to be about something similar..." Chloe pointed to the bowl.
I leaned forward to look inside. My stomach turned. Human feces sat in the metal bowl. I jerked back instinctively, disgusted.
Mia burst out laughing.
"It's okay," Chloe said calmly. "You've come such a long way. You can do this." She stroked my hair gently. "Go ahead and eat."
My mind raced. They couldn't be serious. This was too far, too disgusting. I looked up at their faces—Chloe's serene smile, Mia's amused grin. They were completely serious.
"Do you really think he's ready?" Mia asked between fits of laughter.
"You can do it," Chloe encouraged. "I know you can. For me."
Those words—"for me"—broke through my resistance. I would do anything for Chloe. Anything to make her proud. I leaned forward and took my first bite.
"Good boy," Chloe praised as I forced myself to swallow. "I'm so proud of you. You're doing so well."
After we finished in the maze, I got dressed at the entrance, my hands still trembling. The taste lingered in my mouth, making my stomach churn. But Chloe's proud smile made it worth it.
"Chloe," I asked, buttoning my shirt. "What was Mia talking about? What am I ready for?" I paused. "This special event you mentioned?"
Chloe stepped closer, adjusting my collar. "Just trust me, Martin. Focus on making me happy. That's all you need to worry about. Make me happy."
Her words settled into my mind. She was right—nothing else mattered except pleasing her. I would do anything for Chloe, follow any command, endure any humiliation or pain. Even if it cost my life. The thought should have terrified me, but instead, it filled me with a strange peace.
Sarah and I sat at our usual table in the campus café, watching steam rise from our cups. The usual scent of coffee filled the air, but today felt different. Heavy.
"What do you think will happen when she graduates?" Sarah stirred her latte, not meeting my eyes.
"I don't know." I shifted in my seat. "She hasn't told me anything about her plans."
"Maybe she'll take you with her." Sarah looked up. "You'd follow her anywhere, wouldn't you?"
I nodded, wrapping my hands around my cup. "In a heartbeat."
"And what if she doesn't?" Sarah leaned forward. "What if she just... leaves?"
The thought made my chest tighten. "Then I guess I'll be free."
"Would you want that?"
"No." The answer came without hesitation. "I can't imagine going back to how I was before. Everything's different now."
"You could stay with me," Sarah suggested. "We could explore things together, find our own way."
I smiled weakly. "That's a possibility. But I'd miss Chloe... She understands parts of me that I didn't even know existed. She's shown me a whole new way of seeing myself."
"She's certainly changed you." Sarah reached across the table, squeezing my hand. "Remember when you first told me about her? You were so nervous, so unsure."
"And now look at me." I laughed softly. "Wearing her collar proudly, serving her every whim."
"Do you regret any of it?"
"Not a single moment."
I hung from the St. Andrew's Cross, my wrists and ankles secured tightly. Chloe stood before me, her presence commanding as always.
"Time for your release," Chloe said. "Would you prefer a ruined orgasm or a full one? Choose wisely—this is your last scheduled orgasm."
The world around me blurred. "Last scheduled? What does that mean?"
"You've been on a fixed release schedule," Chloe explained. "From now on, your releases will be... different."
"Different how?" I asked, my voice trembling.
"You'll see." Chloe's smile held secrets.
My mind raced with possibilities. If she was changing my release schedule, that meant she would keep me locked even after graduation. She hadn't said I wouldn't be released—just that it would be different. That meant we would stay in touch. She would still control me. My cock strained against the chastity cage at the thought.
"I choose a ruined orgasm," I said. I didn't want to risk being in a foggy state of mind for whatever Chloe had planned. I needed to stay focused for her special event.