My head swam. If he was, why hadn't he said anything? Not even a hint. Maybe he hadn't noticed mine. I tugged at the leather around my neck, suddenly self-conscious.
But that was ridiculous. It wasn't exactly subtle. Unless… unless he was intentionally ignoring it. Playing it cool. Testing me?
Or maybe I was completely wrong. Maybe it was just a… a fashion statement. He was an artist, after all. He wore all sorts of mismatched clothes, thrift store finds, and vintage jackets. A collar could just be another accessory.
I stared at it, trying to decipher its meaning. It was black leather, simple, with a silver ring in the front. Not as ornate as some of the ones I'd seen online, but definitely not something you'd find at a regular store.
Was I reading too much into this? Was I so consumed by my own secret world that I was seeing it everywhere?
The water shut off, and the bathroom door creaked open. Jacob emerged, rubbing a towel through his hair.
"Everything okay, man?" he asked, glancing at me. "You look like you've seen a ghost."
Two days passed without a word from Chloe. While I missed her terribly, the silence gave me a chance to catch up on my studies. Being locked in the chastity cage for three days wasn't as unbearable anymore—my body had adapted to only getting release every third day.
Today was release day. My phone buzzed with a text from Chloe: "Come to the sorority."
I ran across campus as fast as I could. At the sorority house, Chloe greeted me with that knowing smile that made my knees weak. She led me to the backyard, clipping the leash to my collar.
"Ready for your walk?" she asked.
I dropped to my hands and knees, and followed her into the hedge maze. The dirt from the path dug into my palms, but I didn't care. All that mattered was pleasing Chloe.
At the center of the maze, Chloe unclipped the leash. "Are you ready for today?" she asked.
"Yes, yes please," I said, my voice eager.
Chloe giggled, reaching into her bag. "Before your release, there's something else you need to do." She pulled out a black blindfold. "Strip," she ordered.
I quickly removed my clothes while she approached with the blindfold.
The blindfold slipped over my eyes, plunging me into darkness. My other senses heightened instantly—I could hear Chloe's soft breathing, smell her perfume.
"When we take away one sense," Chloe explained, "the others become more intense."
Her fingers traced along my shoulder. Without sight, every touch felt electric. She ran her hands down my arms, across my chest, along my back. I couldn't predict where she would touch next.
My cock strained against the chastity cage as her fingers danced across my skin. The metal bars felt tighter than ever.
"See how much more you feel?" Chloe asked. "How every little touch makes you squirm?"
"Yes," I gasped as her fingers touched my hip bones.
She laughed softly. "You're so responsive. I love watching you react."
Something soft brushed against my neck—a feather. It tickled as she drew it down my chest, across my stomach. I couldn't help squirming.
"Please," I whimpered as the feather teased my inner thighs. My cock ached in its prison.
"Enjoying yourself?" Chloe asked, clearly amused. The feather danced across my skin as she spoke. "Your body certainly seems to be."
She was right—every nerve ending felt like it was on fire. Without my sight, I focused entirely on the sensations: her fingers, the feather, the cool air on my skin. The chastity cage felt impossibly tight as my arousal grew.
Chloe laughed again as I moaned. "You're so fun to play with," she said, continuing to tease me with light touches that drove me wild.
The tickling stopped abruptly.
"Let's try something else," Chloe said.
Without sight, I had no idea what she planned next. The anticipation made my skin tingle. Every sound—her breathing, the rustle of her clothes—seemed amplified.
Sharp pain shot through my arm as she pinched me. I gasped, but found myself enjoying the sensation. Another pinch on my stomach made me jump. Then my leg. My neck. When she reached my nipples, I let out a loud moan. The feeling was intense.
"How do you like this?" Chloe asked, pinching my nipples again.
"They're... very sensitive," I admitted, my voice shaky.
She laughed, and pinched them once more before moving on. Suddenly, I felt her hand in my hair, giving it a gentle but firm pull. The sensation caught me completely off guard.
"And this?" she asked, tugging again.
"I... I like it," I said, surprised by my own admission. The slight pain mixed with pleasure in ways I hadn't expected. Coming from Chloe, it felt right. I knew I wouldn't want anyone else doing this to me. Only her.
She alternated between pinches and hair pulls, keeping me guessing. My cock strained helplessly in its chastity cage as she continued her exploration.
"Kneel," Chloe ordered.
I obeyed instantly, still blindfolded, my knees pressing into the grass.
"Take off the blindfold."
My fingers fumbled with the fabric until it fell away. I remained on all fours, my heart pounding.
"What do you see?" Chloe asked.
She stood right in front of me, wearing clean white sports shoes and matching socks. My eyes caught every detail—the white laces, the subtle curve of her ankles, the way her socks hugged her feet.
"I see your shoes," I said. "They're white with gray accents. The laces are perfectly tied. Your socks are bright white, without a single wrinkle."
"I'm proud of you, Martin," Chloe said. "You've accomplished so much. Let's jump ahead a bit."
Jump ahead? What did that mean? Was this another test? A new level of submission? Whatever it was, I knew I'd do anything to please her.
She moved her right foot forward until it was inches from my face. "Kiss it. Like you were kissing me. Let's give you a new kink, shall we?" She laughed.
I leaned forward without hesitation, pressing my lips against her shoe. Each kiss felt like I was kissing Chloe herself. My heart soared with every touch. The clean leather smell filled my nose as I showered her shoe with kisses.
A sudden thought struck me—were others watching? But as quickly as the thought came, it vanished. I didn't care. Let them watch. This was the happiest I'd ever been, showing my devotion to Chloe one kiss at a time.
A few minutes later, Chloe pulled her foot back. My heart sank—I knew this meant the task was over. I'd enjoyed every second of it, showing my devotion through those kisses.
"I'm so proud of you, Martin," she said. "You're such a good boy."
My chest swelled with pride at her words.
"Now, gather your clothes and give them to me," she ordered.
I collected my scattered clothing from the grass, handing the bundle to her. My body tingled as she produced the key to my chastity cage. The lock clicked open, and she handed me a tissue.
"When you're finished, come find me," she said, turning away with my clothes tucked under her arm.
As soon as she disappeared around the hedge, I couldn't hold back anymore. The orgasm hit me like never before, waves of pleasure coursing through my body.
I cleaned myself with shaking hands.
Every time with Chloe, I thought I'd experienced the best orgasm possible. But she always found ways to top it, to push me further, to make each release more intense than the last. This one had been different—maybe it was the kissing, or her taking my clothes. Whatever it was, she'd done it again. She'd given me something even better than before.
I stood there for a moment, tissue in hand, still catching my breath. Now came the embarrassing part—finding my way out of this maze completely naked. I took a deep breath and started walking, trying to remember the turns we'd taken to get here.
Left, then right, or was it right then left? Each wrong turn made my heart race faster. What if someone saw me like this? My face burned just thinking about it.
Finally, I saw the exit ahead. My stomach dropped. I'd have to walk out there, completely exposed. There was no other choice—Chloe had my clothes, and I needed to find her.
Taking another deep breath, I stepped out of the maze. My face turned bright red as I spotted several sorority sisters lounging in the garden. They didn't even try to hide their amused glances.
Thankfully, Chloe stood close to the maze entrance. She smiled, holding my clothes in one hand and the chastity cage in the other.
"Come here," she said.
I walked over, trying to maintain what little dignity I had left. The other girls watched as Chloe carefully locked the chastity cage back in place. Only then did she hand me my clothes.
As I dressed quickly, Chloe leaned close. "I have homework for you," she whispered. "Go online and look up groups who worship socks and shoes. Study them carefully."
Back in my clothes, I hurried away from the sorority house, desperate to get back to the dorm. Please, please, let Jacob be out, I thought. I couldn't face him right now, not after what I just went through.
I unlocked the door to our room, hoping for an empty space. No such luck. Jacob was there, standing in front of his easel, brush in hand. He turned as I came in, giving me a nod.
"Hey, man," he said casually. "How was class?"
"Uh, fine," I mumbled, trying to avoid eye contact. "Just fine."
"You look a little flushed," he said, narrowing his eyes slightly. "Everything okay?"
"Yeah, fine, great," I stammered, moving past him. "Just tired."
I glanced at the canvas as I walked by. It was a landscape, a river winding through a forest. Trees lined the banks, and in the distance, I could see a hazy mountain range. Not bad, actually.
"Nice painting," I said, trying to sound normal. "What is it, the..." I trailed off, my eyes widening.
Two figures stood on the near bank of the river. Naked. Okay, whatever. It was art, right?
But then I noticed it. One of the figures had a collar around their neck. And the other held a leash.
My heart pounded in my chest. What the hell? Was Jacob trying to tell me something? Did he know about Chloe? About me? Was this some kind of weird test?
I felt a wave of panic wash over me. Was he going to expose me? Was everyone going to know?
But Jacob didn't seem to notice my reaction. He just shrugged. "Still a work in progress," he said. "Trying to get the lighting right."
I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. I couldn't say anything. I just couldn't.
Instead, I grabbed my laptop and headed for my bed. Better to avoid this awkward interaction altogether. I sat down, turning the back of my laptop to Jacob, hoping he wouldn't notice my shaking hands, or what I was looking at. I quickly logged in, pulling up a search engine.
I recalled Chloe's instructions: go online and research groups who worship socks and shoes. I had no idea if she was serious or just fucking with me, but I wasn't about to disobey her.
I typed "shoe worship fetish" into the search bar, bracing myself for the worst. What kind of depraved shit was I about to stumble upon?
To my surprise, the results weren't as shocking as I'd expected. Sure, there were some weirdos out there, but there were also entire communities dedicated to this particular kink. Forums, image galleries, fan fiction... the internet truly had everything.
I clicked on a forum called "SoleMates," feeling a mix of curiosity and disgust. The layout was surprisingly normal, like any other online community. But the content... that was something else.
Threads like "My first shoe licking experience" and "The scent of nylon: a love story" filled the page. People were sharing stories, tips, and pictures of their favorite footwear. There were discussions about different types of socks, the perfect heel height, and the best way to clean a pair of boots after a "session."
I spent hours scrolling through the forum, my eyes wide with disbelief. I couldn't believe how many people were into this stuff. And they were so open about it, so enthusiastic. It was like a whole other world I never knew existed.
I clicked on a link to an image gallery, and my cheeks flushed. Photos of women's feet in various states of undress filled the screen. Some were wearing stilettos, others were barefoot, and many were adorned with colorful socks. People were commenting on the shape of the toes, the arch of the foot, and the way the shoes accentuated the legs.
It was... strangely arousing. I found myself drawn to the images, fascinated by the details. The way the light played on the skin, the curve of the ankle, the subtle variations in color and texture. It was like a whole new form of art, a celebration of the human body in all its weird and wonderful forms.
I kept browsing, jumping from site to site, each one more explicit than the last. I read stories about people who would do anything for a glimpse of their crush's socks, about secret encounters in shoe stores, about the thrill of finding the best pair of heels. It was all so bizarre, so taboo, and yet... I couldn't look away.
Hours flew by, and I lost track of time. Jacob had long since gone to bed, his soft snores filling the room. The only light came from my laptop screen, illuminating my face with a soft, blue glow.
I was still scrolling through an image gallery when I glanced at the clock in the corner of the screen. 5:30 AM. The sun was starting to rise.
Holy shit.
I slammed my laptop shut, my heart pounding in my chest. I had to get some sleep. I had class in a few hours.
I crawled into bed, pulling the covers over my head. My mind was racing with images of shoes, socks, and naked feet. What the hell was wrong with me?
I closed my eyes, trying to clear my head. But it was no use. The images were stuck there, replaying over and over again.
I tossed and turned for what felt like hours, but finally, exhaustion took over. I drifted off to sleep, my dreams filled with a mix of leather, nylon, and skin. A few hours, I told myself. Just a few hours.
Three hours of sleep was not enough. I dragged myself through Intro to Literature, barely keeping my eyes open. My notes were a mess of half-finished sentences and squiggly lines. Professor Tate's Introduction to Economics lecture went by in a blur—something about supply curves. I couldn't focus.
After classes ended, I spotted Sarah sitting on a bench near the humanities building. She had her nose buried in a book, her hair falling around her face.
"What're you reading?" I asked.
Sarah looked up and smiled. "Oh, just this romance novel. 'Summer in Iceland.' Nothing too deep."
I sat down next to her. "What's it about?"
"Girl meets boy in Iceland, they fall in love, the usual stuff. It's pretty cliché, but sometimes that's exactly what you need, you know? And besides, Iceland is my dream-country."
I nodded, trying to seem interested. That's when I noticed her feet. She wore pink ankle socks with little white dots, peeking out from her canvas shoes. The shoes were slightly scuffed, a bit dirty around the edges. My mind wandered to those forums I'd been browsing last night. I imagined how those socks would smell after a long day of classes. The chastity cage felt tighter.
The shoes... I could clean them. With my tongue. Every inch. Make them shine.
Shit. What was wrong with me? These thoughts weren't mine. It was all those pictures from last night, messing with my head.
"Hey, want to grab some coffee?" I blurted out, desperate to change the direction of my thoughts.
Sarah's face lit up. "Coffee? Always!"
We walked to the campus cafe, ordered our usual lattes, and settled into a quiet corner. I took a sip, trying to calm my nerves.
"So," Sarah began, her eyes sparkling, "what's up with the sexy collar?"
I choked on my coffee. "What?"
She giggled. "The collar. The leather one you're wearing. It looks… kinky." She raised her eyebrows suggestively. "Is this a new guy thing?"
My face flushed red. I couldn't believe she was bringing this up. Especially now, with all the… other stuff… going on in my head. "It's… a gift."
Sarah tilted her head. "From who?"
"Someone." I mumbled, avoiding her gaze.
"Okay…" She paused. "I saw your roommate, Jacob, wearing a similar one the other day."
What?! Jacob? Wearing the collar? I hadn't seen him wear it yet, and we live together. "Really?"
"Yeah. Just the other day. He was leaving the art building, I think. Probably after one of his classes."
"Huh." I said, trying to sound casual. "That's… interesting."
"Why? Is it important?" Sarah asked, her eyes narrowing slightly. "What's with these collars anyway?"
I felt my face getting hotter. "No, no, it's nothing," I stammered. "I just… didn't know he had one."
Sarah studied my face. "Are you okay, Martin? You seem different lately."
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," I insisted, waving my hand dismissively. "I'll explain later, okay? Can we change the subject for now?"
Sarah gave me a strange look, her eyebrows furrowed. "Okay," she said slowly. "If you're sure."
We talked about our film studies class, about Professor Callaghan's weird obsession with silent films, about the upcoming essay. It was nice to talk about something normal. I managed to push the images of socks and shoes, collars and leashes to the back of my mind.
Finally, Sarah said, "Well, I should get going. I have a ton of reading to do for my environmental studies class."
"Yeah, me too," I said, even though I knew I'd probably just end up staring at my ceiling, replaying scenes from the Black Rose Sorority in my head. "See you later."
"See you," Sarah said, giving me a quick hug. As she walked away, I couldn't shake the feeling that she knew something was up.
Another day, another lecture I couldn’t focus on. Every three days, like clockwork, it was the same: the text, the anticipation, the rush to the Black Rose Sorority. Release day.
This time, I knew the routine. I knew what to expect. The sorority, the leash, all fours, and follow Chloe into the maze. It was… comforting, in a way. At least I knew what was coming.
Chloe met me at the door, a smile playing on her lips. She clipped the leash to my collar. "Remember your training, Martin," she purred.
My knees hit the dirt path as I dropped to all fours.
"Good boy," Chloe said, her voice dripping with amusement. "Now, follow me."
I followed, my eyes fixed on her white shoes as she led me through the garden, towards the hedge maze. We turned a corner, the high hedges closing in around us, and began to weave our way into the maze.
This time, Chloe started a conversation. "So, Martin," she said, her voice casual, "have you done your homework?"
"Homework?" I asked, surprised. I was expecting the usual silence, the focus on obedience.
"Yes, your homework," she said, a hint of laughter in her voice. "Did you research those groups I told you about?"
My face flushed red. "Yes," I mumbled, trying to keep my voice steady. "I, uh, may have overdone it a little."
"Oh?" Chloe asked, her voice laced with amusement. "How so?"
I hesitated for a moment, then confessed, "I, uh, might have gotten a little… sexually excited when watching Sarah's shoes and socks. I never felt that before. It was weird."
Chloe laughed. "Well, well, Martin," she said, "it seems you've discovered a new kink. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll get plenty more along the way. This is good to know!"
I frowned, confused. "Plenty more? What do you mean?" I had no idea what Chloe was referring to, but my erection was almost breaking the chastity cage.
I followed Chloe through the twisting paths of the maze, my knees scraping against the ground. The route to the center felt different today—maybe it was her cryptic comments about discovering new kinks, or maybe it was just my heightened anticipation.
As we rounded the final corner into the center, I froze. Two other girls from the sorority stood there, watching us with amused expressions. My hands dug into the dirt as I halted on all fours.
"What's wrong?" Chloe asked, though her tone suggested she knew exactly what was causing my hesitation.
The two girls laughed, not unkindly. "Keep going," one of them said. "We don't bite."
I looked up at Chloe, seeking reassurance. She nodded, her smile gentle but firm. "They will be with us today, Martin. It's okay, don't worry."
My heart pounded as Chloe unclipped the leash from my collar. "Get naked," she commanded.
I hesitated, still on my knees. In front of two strangers? But even as the thought crossed my mind, I felt my erection straining against the chastity cage. The idea of being exposed in front of these girls, of them watching whatever Chloe had planned... My hands moved to my shirt before I could second-guess myself.
I knelt in the center of the maze, naked and exposed, my heart racing as Chloe circled around me.
"Do you remember how it felt kissing my shoes and socks?" she asked.
"Yes," I said. "How could I forget?"
"Good, good." Her smile widened. "Then you'll have an even better time today." She gestured to one of the other girls. "Kiss her feet."
I hesitated, but the girl stepped forward, extending her foot. The chastity cage strained painfully as I lowered my head. Her feet were different from Chloe's—the shape, the smell, the texture of her socks. But as my lips pressed against them, I felt a similar thrill.
It wasn't quite the same as kissing Chloe's feet. Something was missing. But still, the chastity cage grew more painful with each touch. I was floating, high on the sensation of worshipping these feet.
I lost track of time as I moved between the girls, kissing feet and socks, saving Chloe's for last. Could have been minutes or hours. When I finally reached Chloe's feet, it felt like coming home. I'd never experienced anything like this—never felt such pure joy and satisfaction.
This was beyond anything I'd ever dreamed of. The pain from the chastity cage mixed with the pleasure until I couldn't tell them apart anymore. I never wanted it to end.
I knelt in the center of the maze, as Chloe reached for the chastity cage. She struggled a bit—my erection had swollen so much it made removal difficult. When it finally came off, I gasped at the sensation of freedom.
"Start masturbating," Chloe ordered.
I looked up at her in shock, then at the other two girls standing there. Here? Now? In front of them?
They all smiled down at me. "Yes, here," Chloe confirmed. "Show us how much you enjoy this."
My hand moved to my cock almost of its own accord. I stroked myself, eyes drawn to their feet, their socks, their shoes. The girls giggled as they watched me pleasure myself.
The combination of their laughter, their feet, and finally being free of the chastity cage pushed me over the edge faster than I expected. I came harder than I ever had before, my whole body shaking with the intensity of it.
They giggled as they turned and walked away, leaving me lying on my back in the grass. My heart was still racing as I stared up at the sky through the maze walls.
In that moment, I knew without a doubt that I was the luckiest man in the world.