My life had changed since meeting Chloe. Before her, I spent hours each day lost in masturbation, sometimes two or three times. Now, with the chastity cage locked in place, those urges had transformed into something different, something better.
The three-day wait between releases felt like a gift rather than a punishment. Each time with Chloe brought sensations I never knew existed. The anticipation built slowly, making each release more intense than anything I'd experienced in my old life.
The strangest part was how little I missed my old habits. On the days between visits to Chloe, my mind stayed clear, focused on my studies and helping others. Especially the girls around campus—carrying books, holding doors, offering notes from missed classes. Their smiles of appreciation gave me an unexpected thrill of happiness.
Sarah noticed the change in me. "You seem different lately," she said during our coffee breaks. "More... present."
I found myself getting aroused around her more often, the chastity cage growing uncomfortable when she laughed or touched my arm. But Sarah was just my friend. Why did my body react this way? The confusion lingered, even as I assured myself there was nothing more to it.
Still, I couldn't deny how much better everything felt since Chloe entered my life. My grades improved, my social life expanded, and those moments of release... they were worth every second of waiting.
I approached the Black Rose Sorority for another release.
Chloe greeted me at the door, but instead of leading me to the garden as usual, she took my hand and guided me toward a door I'd never noticed before.
"Where are we going?" I asked, my voice shaking.
Chloe's lips curved into a mysterious smile. She winked at me. "You'll see soon enough."
The door opened to reveal a steep staircase descending into darkness. Each step down brought cooler air against my skin. The modern sorority house above gave way to something old below—walls of rough-hewn stone surrounded us, lit by old-fashioned torches.
The ceiling curved overhead, also stone, making me feel like I'd stepped centuries back in time. Massive wooden doors lined the corridor, their iron hinges and handles black with age. Some had small barred windows set into them, though I couldn't see what lay behind.
"What is this place?" I whispered, the dungeon-like atmosphere making me nervous.
Chloe just squeezed my hand tighter and led me deeper into the basement.
I followed her down another corridor until she stopped at one of the massive wooden doors. The iron hinges creaked as she pushed it open, revealing a spacious room with stone walls, floor, and ceiling. Burning torches cast flickering shadows across the medieval chamber.
"Welcome to the Dungeon," she smiled.
My mouth went dry. The photos I'd seen online of BDSM dungeons hadn't prepared me for this. Chains hung from the ceiling. Wooden structures lined the walls. Metal cages sat in corners. Everything looked authentic, like something from centuries ago.
I stood frozen, trying to process what I was seeing. This was different from the playful games in the garden maze or the simple acts of submission Chloe had introduced me to. This was serious equipment, meant for serious play.
How did a sorority house have a fully equipped dungeon hidden beneath it? The confident way she moved through this space suggested she was more than just another sorority sister.
The chastity cage between my legs reminded me of how much control she already had over me. But this... this was another level entirely. I'd accepted the leash, the blindfold, even kissing her feet. But a medieval dungeon? My mind raced with questions about who Chloe really was and how deep her involvement in this world went.
I followed Chloe through the dungeon, my eyes drawn to every detail. Heavy chains hung from iron rings in the ceiling, their links thick and menacing. Whips of different lengths and materials lined one wall, some looking soft and playful, others decidedly not.
My gaze fixed on what I recognized as a Saint Andrew's Cross—a large X-shaped structure that dominated one corner. Next to it stood several metal cages. Some sat directly on the stone floor while others dangled from chains at waist height, suspended in the air.
The room held countless other devices and implements I couldn't even name. Strange wooden contraptions with straps and buckles. Metal frames with attachments I didn't understand. Each piece looked more intimidating than the last.
My breath caught as I realized I was getting aroused. The chastity cage grew uncomfortable as my excitement built, straining against its confines. The medieval atmosphere, combined with all these instruments of pleasure and pain, affected me more than I expected.
Chloe noticed my reaction and laughed. "If you're patient," she said, running her finger along a nearby whip, "you'll get to try all of these."
I swallowed hard, unsure whether to be terrified or thrilled by that promise. Maybe both? The mixture of fear and anticipation left me speechless.
I stood in the medieval dungeon beneath the sorority house, trying to process all the equipment around me. The chains, whips, and cages all made me strangely excited. This was far beyond anything I'd experienced with Chloe so far.
"Okay, let's talk about safewords," Chloe said. "In BDSM, a safeword is crucial. It's your emergency brake."
My mouth went dry. The way she said it made me nervous. Usually, I could just stand up and walk away if things got too intense. But something in her tone suggested that wouldn't be an option this time.
"If you use your safeword, I'll stop immediately," Chloe explained. "Everything ends right then. But..." She paused, fixing me with an intense stare. "Only use it if you absolutely cannot bear what's happening. If you're just uncomfortable or scared, try to push through those feelings."
I nodded.
"What word would you like to use?" she asked.
I thought for a moment, trying to choose something I wouldn't say by accident. "Pineapple," I said finally, remembering reading this word in the online forums.
"Pineapple it is," Chloe confirmed. "Remember it. You might need it today."
My stomach fluttered at her words. What exactly did she have planned?
"Now that you have your safeword, we need to discuss nonverbal signals," she said.
"Nonverbal signals?" I asked.
"Yes. Ways to communicate that you want to stop without speaking."
I frowned, confused. "Why wouldn't I just say 'pineapple'?"
Chloe's lips curved into that mysterious smile. "Because sometimes, Martin, you simply won't be able to speak."
My chastity cage strained as those words sank in. What could she possibly have planned that would prevent me from talking?
"Let's choose a hand signal," she said. "Something clear and unmistakable that you can do even if you're... restricted in other ways."
I swallowed hard, equally terrified and aroused by the direction this conversation had taken.
"Take off your clothes," Chloe ordered.
My fingers trembled as I undressed. The cold dungeon air hit my skin, making me shiver. My chastity cage strained, my dick already rock hard.
Chloe giggled at my obvious arousal. "Follow me," she said, leading me to the large X-shaped structure in the corner.
"This is called a St. Andrew's Cross," she explained. "It's used for restraint and various other activities." Her hand traced along one of the beams. "Step closer and spread your arms and legs."
I moved forward, positioning myself as instructed. Metal clinked as Chloe knelt beside me. Cold steel encircled my right ankle first, the handcuff clicking shut. My breathing quickened as she secured my left ankle.
My heart pounded harder with each step she took around me. The metal cuff closed around my right wrist, then finally my left. I pulled slightly against the restraints, testing them. They held firm.
I stood there, completely exposed. Unable to move. Unable to cover myself. The vulnerability of my position hit me full force—but instead of fear, I felt a surge of excitement. My chastity cage strained even harder, and I heard Chloe's satisfied hum behind me.
The dungeon's wooden door opened. Another sorority girl entered, her heels clicking against the stone floor. She glanced at me but showed no reaction to my naked, bound form. She motioned to Chloe with a slight tilt of her head.
"Hold still," Chloe said, then giggled. "Not that you have much choice."
My face burned as Chloe walked away. They spoke in hushed voices by the door, too quiet for me to make out their words. The other girl's expression remained neutral throughout their conversation before she turned and left.
Chloe walked back to me. "Something urgent came up that I need to take care of," she said. "Just relax and don't go anywhere." She laughed at her own joke.
The door closed behind her with a heavy thud, leaving me alone. My heart raced. The metal cuffs felt colder now, more restrictive. Every small sound—water dripping somewhere in the distance, the settling of old stones—made me flinch.
What if she didn't come back? What if someone else found me here? The chastity cage throbbed painfully as my arousal mixed with anxiety. I pulled against the restraints again, feeling utterly helpless.
The cold metal cuffs bit into my wrists and ankles. Time stretched endlessly in this dungeon, with only the occasional drip of water breaking the silence. How long had Chloe been gone? An hour? Maybe more?
My arms ached from being stretched out on the St. Andrew's Cross. I tried shifting my weight, but the restraints allowed barely an inch of movement. The metal cuffs held firm, keeping me spread-eagled and exposed.
My erection grew in the chastity cage. Despite my growing anxiety, my body still responded to the situation. Being helpless, bound, waiting for Chloe's return—it both terrified and aroused me.
"Chloe?" I called out softly. No response. Just more silence.
Did she forget about me? My breathing quickened as panic started to set in. What if something had happened to her? What if she wasn't coming back?
I pulled against the restraints again, harder this time. The metal dug into my skin, but I couldn't break free. I was completely at her mercy—exactly where she wanted me.
Just as panic threatened to overwhelm me, the door creaked open. Chloe stepped back into the dungeon, and relief flooded through my body.
She giggled. I didn't understand what was so funny about leaving me bound and alone.
"Look up there," she said, pointing to the ceiling.
I tilted my head back. A small red light blinked in the corner—a camera.
"I don't understand," I said, confusion replacing my earlier fear.
"I was in the next room the whole time," Chloe explained, stepping closer. "Watching you on the monitors. I wanted to see how you'd handle being left alone. How you'd process the fear and uncertainty."
My cheeks burned with embarrassment. She'd seen everything—my initial panic, my struggles against the restraints, my growing anxiety.
"I would never do anything to hurt you," she assured me, then giggled again. "Well, I will hurt you..." She traced a finger down my chest. "But only in ways you'll enjoy."
Chloe gently touched my ribs, and started playing on my skin with her fingers, making me gasp. I tried to twist away, but the restraints held me in place on the St. Andrew's Cross.
"Ticklish, are we?" Her fingers moved on to my sides.
I burst into uncontrollable laughter, my body jerking against the metal cuffs. "Please... no..."
Her fingers found every sensitive spot—under my arms, along my ribs, behind my knees. I writhed helplessly, laughing.
"I remember how you reacted in the maze," Chloe said, her fingers never stopping their pleasurable torture. "But this is so much better. You can't escape now."
My breathing came in gasps between fits of laughter. Tears formed in my eyes as she found a particularly sensitive spot near my hip. The chastity cage strained painfully as my body responded to the intense sensations.
"Stop... please..." I managed between laughs.
Chloe's giggles joined my desperate laughter. "But you're so entertaining like this." Her fingers moved faster, more deliberately, finding new spots that made me squirm and pull against the restraints.
I'd always known I was ticklish, but this was different. Completely helpless, unable to protect myself from her relentless touches, the sensations were overwhelming. My whole body shook with involuntary laughter.
"Look at you," Chloe said, clearly enjoying my predicament. "So helpless. So ticklish." Her fingers continued their merciless exploration, drawing more desperate laughs from me.
Through tears of laughter, I saw Chloe's face light up with a mischievous grin.
"You're doing so well, Martin. I think it's time to turn things up a notch."
She walked to a nearby table and picked up something black and round. My laughter subsided as curiosity took over. She held it up for me to see.
"This is a ball gag," she explained, turning it in her hands. "It goes in your mouth and straps behind your head. That's why we came up with the nonverbal safeword earlier."
My eyes widened. I'd seen these in pictures online but never imagined...
She stepped closer, holding the ball near my lips. "Open wide."
I hesitated for a moment before parting my lips. The rubber ball pressed against my teeth until my jaw opened fully. She secured the straps behind my head, checking the tightness.
"How about we have a nice conversation?" Chloe smiled. "Tell me about your day, Martin."
I tried to speak, but only garbled sounds came out. "Mmmpph... nnghh..."
Chloe burst into laughter at my attempts to talk. I felt saliva building up in my mouth, unable to swallow properly. A thin line of drool escaped past the ball, running down my chin.
My face burned with embarrassment as more drool dripped down. I tried to say something else, but it only made more saliva pool in my mouth.
"What was that?" Chloe teased. "I didn't quite catch it."
After what felt like hours of trying to talk through the gag, Chloe's expression shifted. Her teasing smile transformed into something softer, more intimate.
"You've been so good, Martin. I think it's time for your reward."
My body responded instantly to her words. The chastity cage felt tighter than ever before, straining against my growing arousal. I pulled against the restraints, desperate for relief.
With a small click, she removed the device that had controlled me for so long.
How would she do this? I was still bound to the cross, completely immobile. The answer came as her soft hand wrapped around my freed dick.
Those blue eyes locked onto mine as she began to stroke. My breath caught in my throat. Chloe was touching me. Her hand moved with deliberate slowness, each motion precise and calculated.
Oh god, those eyes... Those wonderful blue eyes boring into mine, watching every reaction, every twitch of pleasure crossing my face. And her hands... Those lovely hands that could be so cruel were now giving me such exquisite pleasure.
Her pace increased gradually. Faster and faster, her fingers drawing me closer to the edge. When she reached maximum speed, my release hit with explosive force.
Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me. It was another personal best, more intense than anything I'd experienced before. In that moment, I knew with absolute certainty—I was in love with Chloe.
Back in my dorm room, I found Jacob wasn't there. Another half-finished painting stood on his easel, and I walked closer to study it. A man tied to a tree in the woods, being whipped. This could be a scene from some old children's tale, I thought—if not for that previous painting with the collar and leash, and Sarah mentioning she saw Jacob wearing that collar.
What was Jacob doing? Was he messing with me? Or was he also into this stuff?
I paced the small room, my hand reaching up to touch my own collar. I needed to talk to Jacob about this. But how could I bring it up?
Well, Jacob definitely saw my collar—I hadn't taken it off since Chloe gave it to me. If he was into the same things, he should be open to a conversation...
But if Jacob was just mocking me with these paintings...
I sat on my bed, staring at the canvas. I had to be careful about what I said.
I needed to talk to someone about Chloe. My heart raced every time I thought about her. The way she controlled me, dominated me, made me feel things I never knew existed. But was this normal? Was it okay to feel this way?
I couldn't talk to Jacob. His paintings, his collar—there was something going on there I wasn't ready to understand yet.
Sarah. Sarah would listen. She always did, even back in high school when I rambled about books no one else cared about. She'd been noticing changes in me lately too.
I pulled out my phone and texted her: "Coffee? Need to talk about something."
Her response came quickly: "Sure! Meet you at the campus cafe in 15?"
I grabbed my jacket and headed out. Sarah was already there when I arrived, waving from our usual corner table.
"I got you your usual," she said, pushing a steaming cup toward me.
I fidgeted with my coffee cup, staring at the dark liquid inside. The cafe buzzed with afternoon activity around us.
"Remember when you asked about this?" I touched the leather collar around my neck.
Sarah laughed. "The one you were so mysterious about? Yeah, I remember."
"I wasn't entirely honest about it then."
"No shit," Sarah laughed again, taking a sip of her coffee.
"I met this girl, Chloe. She's from the Black Rose Sorority." I paused, gathering my courage. "She gave me this collar. It means I belong to her."
Sarah's eyebrows rose, but she stayed quiet.
"There's more. She keeps me in a chastity cage. She controls when I can... you know." My face burned. "But I want her to. I do all of this willingly."
I took a deep breath. "I think I'm in love with her."
Sarah blinked, processing the details I'd just shared.
She set her coffee down. "I mean, I've heard of BDSM before. But I've never had a friend who was into it." She shrugged. "I'm not into it myself."
My stomach dropped. Had I made a mistake telling her? I stared at my coffee, unable to meet her eyes.
"Hey, it's fine." Sarah reached across the table and touched my arm. "I'm pretty open about these things."
I looked up, surprised by her casual acceptance.
"What's it like?" she asked. "Not just the, um, sessions. But your whole life now?"
"What do you mean?"
"I've noticed changes in you lately." Sarah smiled. "Good changes. You're more attentive in class. More focused. More present when we talk."
"The waiting makes everything more intense," I admitted. "Not just the physical stuff. Everything feels more... meaningful."
Sarah nodded, taking another sip of her coffee. "I can see that. You seem happier."
"She does more than just control my releases," I said. "Last time, she took me to this dungeon under the sorority house."
Sarah's eyes widened. "A dungeon?"
"Yeah. She tied me to this cross thing. Left me there alone for a while." I felt my face heat up. "Then she came back and tickled me until I couldn't breathe."
"That sounds... intense," Sarah said, leaning forward.
"She also blindfolded me once, in this hedge maze behind the house. Used feathers and her fingers to touch me all over." My chastity cage strained as I remembered. "And she makes me crawl on all fours, like a pet. She leads me around on a leash."
Sarah took a long sip of her coffee, her cheeks slightly pink.
"There's this thing with feet too," I continued, surprised at my own openness. "She makes me kiss her shoes and socks. I never knew I'd be into that, but..."
"And you like all of this?" Sarah asked, her voice soft and curious.
"I do. More than I thought possible." I stared into my coffee. "She also makes me wait, builds up the anticipation. Sometimes she has other girls from the sorority watch."
Sarah shifted in her seat, her fingers tracing patterns on her coffee cup. Her eyes stayed fixed on me, filled with curiosity.
She studied my face for a moment, her expression shifting from curiosity to concern.
"I never thought you'd be into stuff like this," she said, stirring her coffee. "But honestly? You seem happier. More confident."
I smiled, relieved. "Yeah, I feel better. Different, but better."
"But Martin..." Sarah leaned forward, lowering her voice. "Has Chloe ever said she loves you?"
My smile faded. "Well, no, but—"
"Has she shown any signs that she wants more than these sessions?"
"She gave me a handjob last time," I protested. "That must mean something."
Sarah sighed, her eyes full of sympathy. "Look, I'm happy you've found something that makes you feel good. The sessions, the dynamic—if that works for you, great."
She wrapped her hands around her coffee cup. "But be careful, okay? Don't fall in love too deeply with Chloe. From what you've told me... this doesn't seem like a love game for her."
I stared into my coffee, my stomach twisting. Deep down, I knew Sarah was right.
I walked Sarah back to her side of the dorm building. The night air was cool against my face, and I wasn't ready to head back to my room yet. My mind buzzed with our conversation, so I decided to take a walk around campus.
The grounds were different at night. Huge oak trees cast shadows across the paths, their branches swaying in the gentle breeze. The only light came from scattered streetlamps.
I was lost in thought when voices drifted over from a nearby path. I wouldn't have paid attention, but one phrase caught my ear—"Black Rose Sorority."
I stopped, pressing myself against a tree trunk. Two people walked by, deep in conversation.
"Did you hear about the freshmen who disappeared last semester?" a female voice asked.
"Yeah, and what about those weird sightings behind the library?" her companion replied. "My roommate said she saw some crazy ritual stuff going on there at midnight."
"The Black Rose girls are into some dark shit," the first voice said. "Like, beyond the usual sorority weirdness."
Their voices faded as they walked away, leaving me alone with my thoughts in the shadows.