Following Chloe into the restroom, the stall, the removal of the chastity cage... It was all a blur. Then, that release. I'd never felt anything like it. It was all thanks to her, this beautiful goddess who chose to grace me with her presence.
Sunday brought another day of release. This time, Chloe visited me in my dorm room. A nice gesture. That meant she wanted to see me.
I tidied my side of the room, trying to calm my racing heart. What do I even say? Should I compliment her? Thank her again? I didn't want to seem too eager, but I also didn't want to appear ungrateful. Chloe could unlock and lock my penis any time she wanted.
A knock at the door. I took a deep breath and opened it. Chloe stood there, radiant as always, a small smile playing on her lips. I can always smell her perfume, and it always smells so good.
"Hey," she said softly. "Ready?"
"Ready," I said, though my voice came out a little shaky.
It looked like Chloe was giving me a release every three days. That's something I can work with. I mean, the final day is still a little hard, pun intended, but I already know I can manage. And the release...
The release feels so good. It's Chloe who's allowing me the orgasm. It's not just a normal masturbation like I used to do. There's a girl involved. The most beautiful girl in the world. A goddess!
Monday, after classes, a message popped up on my phone. It was Chloe.
"Come over to the Black Rose Sorority." The message was simple, direct. Just like her.
I reread it, a goofy grin spreading across my face. She wanted me to come over. To her place. This was… unexpected. And unbelievably exciting.
The Order of the Black Rose. It sounded like something out of a gothic novel. The fact that Chloe lived there, existed there, turned up the heat on my curiosity even more. Up until now, she'd been this… mysterious figure. Someone who appeared and disappeared, controlling my body… my life.
I was flattered. Massively. She was letting me into her world. A world I'd only glimpsed from afar.
I punched out a quick reply. "Okay."
I didn't want to seem too eager, even though my fingers were vibrating as I typed the message out. I imagined her on the other end, maybe smirking at my response. I didn't care.
After checking where the sorority was exactly, I started getting ready. Changing my clothes, brushing my teeth, even trying to style my hair a little.
I wanted to make a good impression, even though I knew I was already wearing the chastity cage for her. I wasn't even sure what to expect. Sorority life? Secret rituals?
Mostly, I was excited to see where she lived. She wouldn't be that stranger anymore that I couldn't ever find. I was on my way to finally finding the real Chloe. Or at least a glimpse behind the curtain.
The Black Rose Sorority wasn't just a house; it was a goddamn mansion. Seriously, it had to be the biggest building on campus. It was old, for sure. A huge stone building, all gothic arches and ivy crawling up the walls. It looked like something out of a movie.
And the details… everywhere I looked, there was another Black Rose symbol. Carved into the stone above the door, wrought into the iron gates, even worked into the stained-glass windows.
The grounds were just as impressive. The whole place was surrounded by this beautiful garden. Flowers everywhere, perfectly manicured lawns, even a little stone fountain burbling away in the middle of it all.
As I walked closer, I noticed something weird. There were guys working in the garden. I saw two pushing wheelbarrows full of dirt, another one trimming hedges. I thought this was a girl's-only sorority. I didn't think too much about it, though. Maybe they hired some outside help to keep the place looking so pristine.
The gravel crunched under my feet as I walked up the path to the front door. The air was thick with the scent of roses and some other flower I couldn't quite name.
Then, the door swung open.
Chloe stood there, as beautiful and cheerful as ever. Her blue eyes sparkled, and she smiled.
"Martin! I'm so glad you could make it," she said. "Come on in."
I stepped inside. The entryway was massive, with a sweeping staircase and a chandelier that looked like it cost more than my car. Chloe started leading me through the house, pointing out the common areas.
"This is the main living room, where we hang out and watch movies," she said, gesturing to a plush, overstuffed sofa and a giant TV. "And that's the dining room, where we have our formal dinners."
She kept up the tour, but it felt… detached. Like she'd given it a million times before. I got the feeling she wasn't all that interested in showing me around. It was like a tour guide reciting a script they'd memorized years ago.
Then, she led me to a back door and pushed it open.
And that's when the place transformed.
The backyard was like a different world. A secret garden, hidden away from everything else. There was a pond with lily pads, a stone fountain gurgling in the center, and towering hedge mazes that looked like something out of Alice in Wonderland. I gasped.
Chloe smiled, finally seeming genuinely excited. "Pretty amazing, right?"
She reached for my hand.
Her fingers intertwined with mine.
Oh my God.
Her touch sent a shiver of electricity through me. I had to try my best to not visibly react and make a fool of myself.
Chloe tugged me forward, leading me into the heart of the hedge maze. The tall green walls closed in around us, blocking out the rest of the world. It was like we were completely alone, hidden away in our own secret little world.
Chloe stopped in the center of the maze, turning to face me. Her blue eyes sparkled with mischief. "Do you remember your first day, behind the library, Martin?" she asked.
I blushed, a warmth spreading across my cheeks. Of course I remembered. How could I forget?
"The girl," I said in a low voice. "With the collar and leash…"
Her lips curved into a knowing smile. "That's right."
The memory flooded back. The way the leather collar gleamed in the sunlight. The confident way the girl held the leash. The utter surrender in the boy's eyes.
"I remember it," I said, my voice stronger this time. "Very vividly. Not just because of how unusual it was, but because… that's when it all started. That's when you noticed me. That was the day my new life with you began."
Chloe's smile widened. "I'm so glad you have such fond memories of that scene, Martin," she purred, stepping closer. "Because we're going to replay that scene together now."
My face burned. I couldn't help it. My dick was throbbing in the chastity cage.
"It's okay," she giggled, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from my forehead. "You'll like it."
I knew I would. I would like anything with Chloe. My heart pounded in my chest. I'd do anything with her.
She stepped back, her expression turning serious. "Martin, I want to remind you once again that you can stop this at any time. All you have to do is say you want out, and the chastity cage comes off, you're free to do whatever you want. But you will never see me again."
The words hung in the air. A final chance. A final test.
"I want to continue," I said, my voice unwavering.
I meant it. With every fiber of my being.
"Good boy," Chloe said, her voice husky with approval. "That's what I wanted to hear."
I was a little confused. "But… are you going to take the chastity cage off now?" I asked. "Now that we're doing something else?"
Chloe giggled. "No, silly. The cage always stays on, no matter what we do."
Chloe reached into her bag, pulling out a collar and a leash. Just like the ones I'd seen that day behind the library.
"This isn't just any dog collar," she said. "This one's specifically made for BDSM play."
My heart did a little flutter-kick inside my chest. I was straining so hard against the chastity cage, feeling every curve and contour of the metal against my skin.
Chloe gently placed the collar around my neck. It fit perfectly, not too tight, but snug enough to feel the light pressure against my throat.
"There," she said, stepping back to admire her work.
I couldn't speak. All I could do was stare at her, my eyes filled with a mixture of desire and anticipation.
Next, she picked up the leash. It was the same high-quality leather as the collar, with a sturdy metal clip at the end. With a flick of her wrist, she attached the clip to a ring on the collar. This was really happening.
"On all fours, Martin," she commanded, her voice firm but gentle.
I didn't hesitate. This was what I wanted. What I craved.
I lowered myself to my hands and knees, feeling the cool earth beneath my palms. The dirt dug into my skin, but I barely noticed. My entire focus was on Chloe, on obeying her every command.
This was so much better than that first scene. I was so grateful to be doing it here, now, with her. But I was also glad that nobody could see us. The embarrassment would ruin the fun.
Chloe started walking, tugging gently on the leash. I followed, my movements clumsy at first, but quickly finding a rhythm. I kept my eyes on her, watching her every step. I could tell that she knew how happy I was doing this, and I was happy knowing that.
We turned down one path after another. Was she… leading me out? A flicker of fear sparked in my chest. Were we going back to the main building like this? On my hands and knees, collared and leashed? The thought was both terrifying and exhilarating.
I didn't say a word. I wouldn't. It was for Chloe. She had asked me to do this. And I would do anything for her.
Then, we emerged from the maze. I felt a jolt of mortification as I saw the open expanse of the backyard. I was on all fours, wearing a collar and leash. I was her pet. And everyone could see.
Chloe giggled, a light, musical sound that made me nervous.
"Oh, Martin," she said, with amusement in her eyes. "You look so… embarrassed."
My cheeks burned. I wanted to disappear. I wanted the ground to swallow me whole. But I wouldn't move unless she told me to.
Chloe started walking towards the back door, tugging gently on the leash. I followed, my head down, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone who might be watching.
And people were watching. I could feel their eyes on me as we crossed the yard. A couple of sorority girls stood near the patio, their faces etched with amusement. I wanted to die.
Finally, we reached the back door. Chloe stopped, unclipped the leash, and slipped it into her bag.
"You can stand now," she said.
I scrambled to my feet, my legs shaky. My face was still burning with embarrassment. I was sure everyone was laughing at me.
Chloe looked at my face, her expression unreadable. Then, her eyes flicked to the collar around my neck, and back to my face.
A beat passed. A slow, agonizing beat.
"The collar stays," she said, her voice firm. "You will be wearing both the chastity cage and the collar from now on."
What?
"Nobody can see the cage, but the collar… the collar is a symbol. A symbol that you belong to me."
I belonged to her? I would be wearing and displaying that collar proudly.
Back in my dorm room, collar still around my neck, I shut the door behind me. The weight of what had just happened settled on me. I touched the leather, tracing its edges with my fingers. Belonging to Chloe… It was a terrifying and thrilling idea all at once.
I was alone, still waiting for my roommate to arrive, so I did the only thing I could think of: I turned to the internet. I needed to understand this new world I'd stumbled into. BDSM. The term felt foreign on my tongue, but it was the key, the doorway to Chloe, to this… thing that was happening to me.
Hours melted away as I dove deep into online forums. Chastity. Leashes. Collars. Pet-play. Each term opened up a new avenue of exploration, a new set of possibilities. I devoured every post, every thread, every story I could find. People shared their experiences, their desires, their fears. A whole community existed, thriving in the shadows, hidden in plain sight.
The more I read, the more intrigued I became. The idea of complete submission, of relinquishing control to another, sparked something within me. It was more than just sexual; it was a power dynamic, a dance of dominance and surrender. And Chloe… Chloe held all the power.
I was surprised by how common BDSM seemed to be. How could I have gone through my entire life, completely oblivious to its existence? Was it possible that people I passed every day on campus, people I sat next to in class, were secretly part of this world? I imagined Sarah, Professor Callaghan, even the guy who served me coffee every morning… Could they be involved?
I shifted in my seat, trying to find a comfortable position, but there was none. The chastity cage pressed against me with every move, a dull ache that throbbed with a life of its own. I imagined Chloe's hands on me, her fingers on the metal bars, teasing me, denying me. The thought only intensified the pressure.
Despite the discomfort, a strange sense of excitement bubbled up inside me. I was entering a new world, a world of pleasure and pain, of control and surrender. And Chloe was my guide, my mistress, my everything. I was hers now, completely and utterly.
I continued reading, fueled by a desperate need to understand, to prepare myself for whatever Chloe had in store. The forums became my sanctuary, a place where I could explore my desires, my fears, without judgment. I was no longer just Martin, the shy English Lit major. I was Martin, the submissive, the one who wore a collar and a chastity cage, the one who belonged to Chloe.
Another film class with Sarah. Today, finally, I could actually focus. Professor Callaghan droned on, but this time, my mind wasn't a chaotic mess. Chloe's mark was still on me, quite literally, but I wasn't consumed by it. I could pay attention, even take notes. Sarah shot me a few curious glances, probably wondering what had gotten into me.
After class, I gathered my things, a sense of purpose I hadn't felt in days. "Hey, Sarah?" I asked, a little nervous. "You, uh… you still want to grab that coffee you mentioned last week?"
Her face lit up. "I thought you'd never ask!"
We walked to the university cafeteria. The sounds of student chatter filled the air. I suddenly felt a pang of guilt. "I'm really sorry about running off so quickly last week," I said, biting my lip. "And for basically ignoring you all week. It's just… I've been kind of busy."
Sarah waved her hand dismissively. "Don't worry about it, Martin. University life is crazy. I'm just glad everything's okay."
I smiled, relieved. "Yeah, things are… settling in, I guess." Settling in? What a joke. My life had been turned upside down, inside out, and rearranged in ways I never could have imagined. But Sarah didn't need to know that. She was a grounding force, a reminder of the normal life I used to have, the life I still wanted, at least in some small part.
We found a table in a corner of the cafeteria and ordered our coffees. As we waited, Sarah leaned forward. "So," she said, her gaze fixed on my neck, "new accessory?"
I felt my cheeks flush. "Uh, yeah," I stammered, tugging at the collar. "It's… a gift."
"A gift?" She raised an eyebrow, a wide smile spreading across her face. "Well, it's very… sexy."
Sexy? Sarah thought my collar was sexy? I could feel the heat rising in my neck, spreading to my face. I wanted to disappear, to crawl under the table and hide. There was no way I could tell her the truth, explain what it really meant, what I had become.
"Thanks," I mumbled, avoiding her gaze. "I, uh… I like it."
I was so glad Sarah couldn't see the chastity cage. The chastity cage I was now straining in. Shit, it wasn't just Chloe who had this effect on me, but now even Sarah? I needed to change the subject, and fast.
"So, Film Studies," I blurted out, grabbing at the first topic that came to mind. "What did you think of Professor Callaghan's lecture today?"
Sarah chuckled, clearly amused by my awkwardness. "It was okay. A bit dry, maybe. But I did find the section on German Expressionism interesting."
"Yeah, me too," I said, relieved to be on safer ground. "The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari is a classic."
We spent the next few minutes discussing the film, debating its themes and symbolism. I found myself relaxing, enjoying the conversation. It was nice to talk about something normal, something academic, something that didn't involve collars, leashes, or chastity cages.
Our coffees arrived, and we took a few sips. As I set down my cup, I noticed Sarah was still watching me, her expression thoughtful.
"Martin," she said softly, "are you sure you're okay? You seem… different."
I froze. She was too perceptive, too caring. I couldn't lie to her, but I couldn't tell her the truth, either. I was caught between two worlds, two versions of myself, and I didn't know which one to choose.
"I'm fine, Sarah," I said, forcing a smile. "Really. Just… dealing with university stuff."
She searched my eyes for a moment, her expression unconvinced. But then, she seemed to decide to let it go.
"Okay," she said, "but if you ever need to talk, you know I'm here for you, right?"
"Yeah, I know," I said, my voice thick with emotion. "Thanks, Sarah. I really appreciate it."
We continued our conversation, but the easy camaraderie had vanished. Her gaze kept returning to the collar. I couldn't help but wonder how long I could keep up this charade, how long before she discovered the truth about me, about Chloe, about the twisted path my life had taken.
I barely slept that night. Every minute felt like an hour, every hour an eternity. It was Wednesday. Release day. Or, at least, it should be. The anticipation was almost unbearable.
I spent the entire day on edge, barely able to focus on my classes. Every notification on my phone made me excited, only to be disappointed when it was just another spam email or a message from my mom. I could barely eat lunch.
Finally, after an eternity, my last class ended. I sprinted back to my dorm room, throwing my books on the bed and pacing back and forth, trying to contain my excitement.
Then, right on cue, my phone buzzed. A message from Chloe.
Come to the sorority.
My heart leaped into my throat. It was happening. Finally.
I didn't waste a second. I grabbed my things, and darted out of the room, running across campus. I burst through the doors of the Black Rose Sorority, my breath coming in ragged gasps. Chloe was waiting for me in the entrance hall, a playful smile on her face. I was glad that I was wearing her collar. It was a symbol of Chloe.
"Martin," she said, her voice soft and teasing, "I'm so glad you're still wearing your collar."
"Of course," I said. "It's yours, Chloe."
She stepped closer, her fingers touching the leather around my neck. My body responded instantly to her touch. Chloe attached the leash to my collar, her eyes locking with mine.
"And now," she said, "let's see if you remember your training."
Without a word, I dropped to my hands and knees, my head bowed in submission. Chloe chuckled.
"Good boy, Martin," she purred, her voice dripping with praise. "You learn quickly."
I could barely contain myself. My cock was straining in the chastity cage like never before, the metal digging into my skin with every movement. I whimpered softly, desperate for release.
"Easy, Martin," Chloe said, her voice laced with amusement. "Patience is a virtue, remember?"
I swallowed hard, focusing on her words, trying to regain control.
Chloe gave the leash a gentle tug, pulling me forward. "Let's go for a walk, shall we?" she said, her voice light and airy.
I followed her obediently, my eyes fixed on her heels as she led me out of the house and into the magical garden. Oh my god, even her sneakers and white socks looked beautiful. We made our way through the winding paths, until we reached the entrance to the hedge maze.
Chloe tugged on the leash again, and I crawled after her into the maze. I followed her every turn.
Finally, we reached the center. Chloe stopped, turning to face me. She unclipped the leash from my collar, letting it fall to the ground.
"Okay, Martin," she said, her voice suddenly serious. "It's time for the next part of your training."
My heart pounded in my chest. What was she going to ask me to do? I braced myself, my body tense.
"Roll," she commanded.
I blinked, confusion clouding my mind. "Roll?" I repeated.
Chloe smirked, amusement in her eyes. "Yes, roll," she said, her voice playful. "You're my little pet, aren't you? Roll!"
Ah! She wanted me to play dog. To actually act like a dog. A blush crept up my neck, but I knew better than to question her orders. I took a deep breath, steeling myself.
"Yes, Mistress," I said, my voice trembling slightly.
Without another word, I positioned myself on my side. I took another deep breath, closed my eyes, and rolled over, just like she had commanded. I felt like an idiot, but the thought of pleasing Chloe, of earning her approval, was enough to push me forward.
"Good boy!" Chloe exclaimed, clapping her hands. "Very good! Now, sit!"
I scrambled to my feet, quickly sitting on my haunches, my tailbone pressing against the ground. I tried to keep my eyes fixed on Chloe, but my gaze kept drifting downwards, towards the bulge in my pants. I was throbbing, aching, desperate for release.
"Speak!" Chloe commanded. "Tell me how good I am!"
"Woof!" I blurted out, my voice cracking with embarrassment. "Woof! You're so good, Mistress! So good!"
Chloe burst out laughing in her melodic voice. "Oh, Martin," she said, wiping a tear from her eye. "You're such a pathetic little pet. I love it!"
"Beg!" she said, her eyes gleaming with delight.
I dropped to my knees, clasping my hands in front of me, pleading up at her. "Please, Mistress, please! I want to be a good boy for you!"
"What else, Martin?"
"I want to please you. I'll do anything for you."
Chloe laughed again, that teasing, knowing sound that drove me wild. "I know, Martin," she said softly. "I know."
Chloe's face turned serious, catching me off guard. The playfulness vanished, replaced by an intensive focus.
"It's time for your release," she said, her voice low and husky.
My heart leaped into my throat.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "You know what to do..."
I hesitated, glancing around the maze. "Here?" I asked, my voice laced with uncertainty. "Strip here?"
Chloe giggled. "Oh, relax, Martin," she said, waving her hand dismissively. "Nobody can see us. Unless you want to wait."
I swallowed hard. The thought of stripping naked in the middle of the garden, exposed and vulnerable, both terrified and excited me. But Chloe was watching me.
"Okay," I said, my voice trembling. I reached for the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head. My hands fumbled with my pants, my fingers clumsy with nerves. I pulled them down, then my boxers.
I just stood there, completely naked, my erection rock-hard and straining against the chastity cage. It was a completely different kind of exposure from before, and I felt like a statue, carved only for her eyes.
Chloe giggled. "Oh, you really are desperate, huh?" She took a step closer, her eyes scanning my body with open amusement. She reached out, her fingers lightly tracing the outline of the chastity cage. She giggled again, and took it off.
"What now?" I asked, my voice barely audible.
Chloe tilted her head. "Should I put the cage back on?" she teased, her voice dripping with playful cruelty.
"Well, no," I stammered, my mind racing. "Not yet, but..."
"Well, then, come on," she said, clapping her hands impatiently. "Have your lovely little orgasm!"
"Here?" I repeated, my voice cracking with disbelief.
"Yes, here," Chloe said, her voice firm. "Unless you'd rather wait a few more days."
I took a deep breath, closing my eyes. The thought of denying myself the release I so desperately craved was unbearable. I focused on the sensations building within me, on the image of Chloe watching me, her eyes filled with amusement.
It didn't take long. My body coiled, then exploded in a series of intense, shuddering spasms. My muscles tensed and released, my vision blurred, and a guttural moan escaped my lips. I came, hard and fast, my orgasm fueled by days of frustration and the heady thrill of Chloe's control.
Chloe laughed. She handed me a tissue, her eyes sparkling.
"Clean yourself up, pet," she said. "Wouldn't want to make a mess."
I took the tissue, wiping myself off, my body still trembling with aftershocks. Chloe kept watching me. When I was done, she reached for the chastity cage, her fingers brushing against my skin. I shivered. She locked the device back in place.
The next day in class, I couldn't focus. It wasn't the chastity cage this time—though that was always there. No, this time it was Chloe.
She had done so much for me. For me! I mean, I had been walked on a leash and made to bark like a dog, but she… she had given me an orgasm. Like, she was fully clothed, laughing at me the whole time, but still, she was there, watching. Giving. Allowing.
I should do something in return.
The idea hit me. Dinner. I should invite her to dinner. A real date.
My hands trembled as I pulled out my phone.
Hey, Chloe. I was wondering if you're free tonight? I want to take you out to dinner.
I hit send, then immediately regretted it. Was that too forward? Too cheesy?
I shoved the phone back in my pocket, trying to pay attention to the professor droning on about… something.
I checked my phone. No reply.
Five minutes later, I checked again. Still nothing.
Another five minutes. Nothing.
My palms were sweating. I was such an idiot. She probably thought I was a total loser.
Then, finally, a buzz. My heart leaped into my throat.
Come pick me up at 8.
I stared at my closet. What did one wear on a date with a goddess like Chloe? I riffled through my limited wardrobe, finally settling on a button-down shirt—the one I wore for my graduation, actually, and the only nice pants I owned. Not exactly a suit of armor, but it was the best I could manage. I tucked the shirt in and looked at myself in the mirror. Not bad, not bad at all.
The next step involved a trek off-campus. I needed flowers, and what better than a rose? A red rose. I wanted to get her a black rose; but a red rose will do. A nod to the Black Rose Sorority, of course, without being too obvious. I found a florist, a small shop overflowing with color and fragrance, and after a brief internal debate, chose a single, long red rose. It cost more than I expected, but hey, Chloe was worth it.
I arrived in front of the Black Rose Sorority a few minutes early. I waited anxiously. Pacing and overthinking. Finally, at exactly eight, Chloe emerged. The sight of her took my breath away. She was wearing a simple black dress that fit her figure perfectly, and she looked absolutely stunning. I handed her the rose.
"I hope you like it," I managed to say with shaky voice.
Chloe accepted the flower, a small smile playing on her lips. "Martin, you're so thoughtful," she said, her voice like honey. "Thank you."
The restaurant was just outside campus. It had dim lighting, soft music, and waiters that looked down on me. Chloe seemed perfectly at home in the fancy atmosphere. We sat down, and I pulled out her chair.
"Thank you." Chloe said.
We ordered, and the conversation began. Or rather, my attempts at conversation began. I asked about her classes, her hobbies, anything to get to know her better. I told her about my film class, and about Sarah.
Chloe listened attentively, her eyes never leaving mine. "Tell me more about yourself, Martin," she prompted, leaning forward slightly.
I launched into a story about my childhood, a clumsy attempt to impress her. Chloe listened, occasionally nodding, but never offering any personal details in return. I kept asking more and more about her, but she dodged every question.
"And what about you, Chloe?" I asked, finally seizing an opportunity to turn the tables. "What do you like to do for fun?"
"That is for me to know, and you to find out," Chloe answered, with a sly smirk.
The conversation continued like this, a dance of evasion and curiosity. I learned nothing concrete about Chloe, but I found myself even more drawn to her. Her air of mystery was intoxicating, and I was desperate to unravel her secrets.
As the evening drew to a close, I walked Chloe back to the sorority. The night air was cool and crisp. When we reached the front door, Chloe turned to me, her eyes sparkling in the dim light.
"I had a wonderful evening, Martin," she said, her voice soft and low. "Maybe we can do it again... if you behave."
I lay in my bed, staring at the ceiling. Sleep seemed impossible. The evening with Chloe kept replaying in my head like a movie I couldn't stop watching. The way she smiled, how she dodged my questions, her mysterious aura that drew me in deeper.
My hand absently touched the collar around my neck. The metal of the chastity cage pressed against my skin. "If you behave," she had said. What did that even mean? I tried to piece together everything I knew about Chloe, but it wasn't much. She remained a mystery, and that only made me want to know more.
I shifted in bed, remembering her words from earlier days. She had made it clear—if I ever wanted out, I just had to say so. The chastity cage would come off, the collar would be removed, and everything would go back to normal. Everything except Chloe. She would disappear from my life completely.
My chest tightened at the thought. Why would I ever choose that? The idea of never seeing Chloe again felt worse than any discomfort or embarrassment I might experience. No, I didn't want out. I wanted more. I wanted whatever Chloe was willing to give me.
My eyes grew heavy as exhaustion finally began to win over my thoughts. As I drifted off to sleep, Chloe's face filled my mind. Her mysterious smile was the last thing I saw before darkness took over.
Another mind-blowing release from Chloe left me weak in the knees and buzzing with endorphins. God, she was getting better and better at this. I could barely stand as I made my way back to the dorm. My hand instinctively reached for the collar.
The door swung open, and I stepped inside. I wasn't alone anymore.
A guy with a mop of unruly dark hair was hauling his stuff around the room. Paint splattered his smock, even outside class. This has to be Jacob, I thought. My roommate.
His artistic supplies were everywhere. Tubes of paint in every color imaginable sat in a chaotic jumble on the desk, along with brushes of all shapes and sizes. Canvases leaned against the wall, some blank, others covered in abstract swirls and landscapes. It looked like a bomb of color exploded.
"Hey, you must be Martin," he said, holding out a paint-stained hand. "I'm Jacob."
"Yeah, hey," I replied, shaking his hand. "Welcome to… well, our humble abode."
He grinned. "Humble is one word for it. Cozy might be another."
We made small talk as he unpacked, him telling me about his art, and me awkwardly trying to explain my English Literature major. He had a laid-back, easygoing vibe that immediately put me at ease.
"So," he said, wiping some paint off his cheek, "you wanna grab a beer? I'm dying for one after lugging all this crap in here."
"Sure, sounds good," I said.
The campus bar was dimly lit and crowded with students. We snagged a couple of pints and found a corner table. Jacob was easy to talk to. He told stories about his painting adventures, his voice animated. I found myself laughing, actually relaxing for the first time in days.
After a couple of beers, we headed back to the dorm. The alcohol made me sleepy, and I was looking forward to hitting the bed.
Jacob hopped in the shower, the sound of the water filling the small room. I glanced over at his bed. And froze.
Lying carelessly on his pillow was a collar. Not just any collar, but a BDSM collar. Similar to mine.
My heart pounded. Did Jacob know what mine represented? Had he noticed it all evening and not said a word? Was he also part of this world?