I shifted in my desk chair as the butt plug became uncomfortable. What had started as an almost unbearable daily task had evolved into something more. The sensation no longer felt foreign or intrusive. The practice sessions had changed from something I rushed through to an experience I savored. Each minute with the butt plug reminded me that I was making Chloe happy. Her pride in my progress made my heart swell.
My recent releases had all been ruined orgasms. The forums had prepared me for frustration, but they hadn't mentioned this constant state of arousal that followed. Without the clarity of a full climax, my mind stayed clouded with desire. The need to please Chloe—and others—consumed my thoughts.
The memory of my last normal orgasm drifted into my mind. That moment of pure bliss, the wave of satisfaction, clearing my head completely. A twinge of longing hit me. Maybe those weren't so bad after all? The thought of returning to that life, of having control over my own pleasure...
The metal cuffs clicked shut around my wrists as Chloe secured me to the St. Andrew's Cross. This time, she had positioned me facing the wall, my chest pressed against the cool wood.
"Spread your legs wider," Chloe said.
I complied, and she locked the ankle cuffs in place.
Chloe stepped back. Then, without warning, she slapped my add. Hard. I gasped at the sting.
"Did you like that?" she asked.
"Yes," I whispered.
Another slap landed, even harder this time. The chastity cage strained as pleasure mixed with the pain. Chloe continued, alternating cheeks.
"You're responding so well," Chloe said. "Let's try something new."
I heard her move away, then return. Something soft trailed down my back—leather strands of a flogger.
The first strike was gentle, more sensation than pain. But Chloe gradually increased the force, creating a rhythm that had me pulling against my restraints. Each impact sent jolts of pleasure straight to my confined cock.
"Please," I moaned.
The flogging continued, building in intensity. My skin burned, and the chastity cage felt impossibly tight. I had never experienced anything like this—the pain transformed into pure ecstasy, leaving me gasping and trembling.
"You're doing so well," Chloe praised, landing another strike.
I pressed my forehead against the cross, overwhelmed by sensations I never knew existed. The chastity cage restricted my throbbing erection, adding to the exquisite torture.
The leather straps of the flogger caressed my back. My thoughts drifted to my life before Chloe—simple, predictable, boring.
"Something's on your mind," Chloe said, landing another strike.
"I've been thinking," I admitted. "About my old life. Before all this."
The flogger paused. "Tell me more."
"Sometimes I wonder if I should go back. To being normal."
Chloe's fingers traced the marks on my back. "Look at how far you've come, Martin. Your grades have improved. You're more focused, more disciplined."
"That's true," I said.
"Remember how scattered you were? Always procrastinating, never reaching your potential?" The flogger resumed its gentle rhythm. "Now you excel in your studies. You help others. Even Sarah noticed the change in you."
My skin tingled where the leather touched. "But this isn't normal."
"Normal is overrated." Chloe's voice carried a hint of amusement. "What's normal about being mediocre? About living a life half-lived?"
The flogger struck harder, emphasizing her words. "You were meant for more, Martin. I saw that potential in you from the start."
Her words sank deep into my consciousness, mixing with the sensations from the flogger. She was right—I had changed, grown stronger, more confident.
"Every time you submit, you become more yourself," Chloe continued. "Every challenge you overcome makes you stronger. Why would you want to give that up?"
The rhythm of the flogger matched her words, each strike reinforcing her message. I felt myself surrendering not just to the sensations, but to the truth in her words.
"You're special, Martin. You have a gift for submission, for trust. Don't throw that away for some mundane existence."
The flogger's final strike landed, and Chloe set it aside. My back tingled, my mind floating in a haze of submission.
"You've been so good today," Chloe said. "For your release, I'll let you choose. Do you want a normal orgasm? The kind you've been craving? Or would you prefer another ruined one, to keep you in this submissive headspace?"
I thought about it, my cock straining in the chastity cage. The idea of a full release tempted me—to finally feel that complete satisfaction after so long. But then I remembered how the ruined orgasms left me floating, desperate, completely focused on Chloe.
"I want a ruined one," I said. "Please."
Chloe's fingers traced my spine. "Are you sure? You can have a full orgasm if you want."
"I'm sure. The ruined ones... they keep me thinking about you. About serving you."
"Good boy." She unlocked the chastity cage and wrapped her fingers around me. Her touch felt so good, building me up slowly.
As I approached the edge, she stopped suddenly. My orgasm spilled out weakly, leaving me gasping and unfulfilled. Yet I felt complete, grateful, devoted.
"Thank you," I whispered.
Looking at Chloe, I knew I'd made the right choice. My earlier doubts vanished like morning mist. This was where I belonged—under her control, guided by her wisdom. I had never been happier.
Chloe unstrapped me from the cross, and my legs wobbled as I found my balance. She handed me a towel to clean up, and I started getting dressed.
"Do you remember that feeling?" Chloe asked. "When you kissed my socks that first time?"
My eyes dropped to her feet. This time she wore white sneakers with light blue socks peeking out. Those beautiful feet. How could I forget? The memory flooded back—the texture of the fabric against my lips, the complete surrender I felt kneeling before her.
"I remember every second," I said, my voice thick with emotion.
"I have a gift for you," Chloe said. "For being such a good boy. You can choose—either a pair of my socks, or one of my panties. Something to worship in your room when you're alone. A piece of me to keep with you."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My heart raced. How did I get so lucky to have someone like Chloe? The choice was obvious. Those socks, the memory of kissing them, of submitting completely...
"The socks," I said. "Please."
Chloe's smile widened. "Good choice." She reached down and slipped off her sneakers, then peeled off her light blue socks. She held them out to me. "These are yours now."
My hands trembled as I took them, overwhelmed by her generosity, by this token of her control over me.
I sat across from Jacob at our usual spot in the campus pub, nursing my second beer. The dim lighting and worn wooden tables made it feel like our own private corner of the world.
"So how's the art coming along?" I asked, watching Jacob sketch on a napkin.
"Great inspiration lately from those gallery parties." Jacob grinned. "The way people move, the expressions—it's great for figure studies."
I nodded, thinking about my own recent experiences. "I've been exploring new things too. Had my first flogging session recently."
Jacob's eyebrows shot up. "Really? How was it?"
"Different than I expected. Started slow, built up. Found myself getting into it more than I thought I would."
"That's usually how it goes." Jacob took a sip of his beer. "The gallery scenes are pretty tame compared to what you're getting into with Chloe."
The mention of her name made my heart skip. Jacob must have noticed my expression because he smirked.
"Someone's got it bad," he teased. "I see that look in your eyes whenever you talk about her."
"Is it that obvious?" I felt my cheeks flush.
"Dude, you light up like a Christmas tree." Jacob chuckled. "But hey, nothing wrong with that. Just be careful, yeah?"
We fell into an easy conversation about classes. Jacob told me about his latest art history project while I shared stories from my literature seminars. The beer and the pub's atmosphere made it easy to open up.
"Professor Callaghan actually complimented my analysis yesterday," I said. "First time this semester."
"Look at you, star student." Jacob raised his glass. "To academic success and kinky adventures."
I clinked my glass against his, grateful for having someone who understood both worlds.
I browsed through more BDSM forums, fascinated by discussions about self-bondage. The idea intrigued me—exploring my boundaries alone, testing my limits in private. After reading safety guides and watching tutorials, I ordered some soft restraints online.
My package arrived two days later. I waited until Jacob left for his evening art class before attempting anything. The soft ropes felt smooth in my hands as I practiced the basic knots I'd learned online.
I started simple—securing my ankles to my desk chair. The sensation of being bound, even minimally, felt exhilarating. My heart raced as I tied my left wrist, leaving my right hand free to complete the final knot.
That's when things went wrong. The new knot I'd learned was more complex than I'd anticipated. My fingers slipped, tightening it beyond what I'd intended. Panic rose in my chest as I realized I couldn't easily free myself.
For fifteen minutes, I struggled with the knot, my breathing becoming more labored. Jacob would be back in an hour. The thought of him finding me like this made my face burn with embarrassment.
Finally, after what felt like forever, I managed to work the knot loose. I collapsed back in the chair, my heart pounding. That had been too close. If I hadn't gotten free...
The experience reminded me why I was grateful for Chloe's presence during our sessions. She always maintained control, ensuring my safety while pushing my boundaries.
My heart was still racing as I ran my fingers over the marks on my wrists. I needed to be way more careful if I ever tried anything alone again.
I sat in the back row of Physics 101, my heart racing. The lecture hall was packed, but my secluded corner gave me privacy. My hands trembled as I pulled the soft rope from my backpack.
Under my desk, I wrapped the rope around my thighs, securing them to the chair. Each movement made my chastity cage strain. The professor's voice faded into background noise as I focused on the knots.
My breathing quickened. Anyone could turn around and see what I was doing. The thought made the chastity cage feel impossibly tight.
I slipped my wrists through the pre-tied loops I'd prepared, binding them to my thighs. The ropes pressed against my skin through my jeans. Completely immobilized in a room full of people—the thrill was intoxicating.
A student two rows ahead shifted in their seat. I froze, but they were just stretching. My pulse pounded in my ears. The pressure of the ropes, the confinement of the chastity cage, the risk of discovery—it all combined into an intense rush.
I spent the entire lecture bound, barely registering a word about quantum mechanics. Every small movement reminded me of my predicament. Every shuffle of papers or cough made me tense, wondering if someone had noticed.
The chastity cage grew more uncomfortable by the minute, straining against my arousal. But I couldn't adjust it, couldn't even move. I was helpless, surrounded by oblivious classmates.
When the professor finally dismissed class, I waited until most students left before carefully untying myself. My hands shook as I packed away the ropes, my whole body tingling with excitement.
I walked across campus after my afternoon class, lost in thought. The autumn breeze rustled through the trees, but I barely noticed. My mind kept circling back to Chloe.
These past weeks had changed everything. My grades improved, I felt more confident, and exploring this new side of myself opened my eyes to possibilities I never knew existed. Even Sarah noticed the positive changes in me.
But what was Chloe getting out of all this?
I passed the library, remembering how this all started. That first glimpse of a stranger with another student sparked something in me. Now here I was, wearing her collar, following her rules.
Our dinner dates left me with more questions than answers. Every time I tried to learn more about her, she deflected. She'd smile mysteriously and turn the conversation back to me, my studies, my experiences.
The Black Rose Sorority remained a mystery too. What really happened in that house? Why did they choose certain students? Why me?
Chloe seemed to enjoy our sessions. But was that all this was to her—just entertainment? A game?
I touched my collar, feeling the smooth leather against my fingers. I'd given her complete control over parts of my life, yet I knew almost nothing about her.
I remembered all the times I'd tried to get Chloe to open up over dinner. Each attempt met with the same elegant deflection, the same mysterious smile.
What were her true motives? What did she want from me?
I took a deep breath and sent Chloe a text, asking if she'd like to go for a walk. My heart raced while waiting for her response. When she agreed, I suggested meeting by the fountain in ten minutes.
Chloe arrived right on time, looking curious about my invitation. We started walking along the tree-lined path.
"I've been thinking," I said. "About us, about this arrangement."
"Go on." Chloe's face remained neutral.
"I'm not sure what you want from all this. From me." The words tumbled out. "You've shown me this incredible world, but I don't know why."
Chloe slowed her pace. "I like being in charge, Martin. I enjoy dominating. I need to dominate. I need someone in my life I can completely control." She paused. "And yes, I like seeing you suffer a little. It might sound sadistic, but I'd never cause you real harm."
I shifted uncomfortably.
"You clearly enjoy it too," she added.
My mind raced as I processed Chloe's words. She was right—I did enjoy it. The way she controlled every aspect of my pleasure, how she found amusement in my struggles with the chastity cage, even the moments of denial and frustration. It all added up to something intensely arousing.
"You're absolutely right," I said. "I've been stupid questioning your motives."
The collar around my neck felt more meaningful now. It wasn't just a symbol of submission—it represented my acceptance of her control, her desire to dominate.
"I'm sorry for doubting you," I continued. "The truth is, I want you to be in charge. And knowing that you enjoy seeing me..." I paused, searching for the right words. "That you like seeing me struggle sometimes—it's actually really hot."
Chloe smiled with a gleam of amusement in her eyes.
"I should have trusted that you know what's best," I said. "You've shown me so much, helped me discover things about myself I never knew. I was wrong to question that."
"I want to be completely honest with you, Martin," Chloe said. "I think it's important we clear up any misunderstandings."
I nodded, my heart beating faster.
"I'm looking for control. Pure and simple. I want someone I can control more and more. Someone who doesn't question me." Her eyes locked with mine. "Someone who accepts my dominance completely."
My face burned with embarrassment. Here I was, questioning her motives just moments ago.
"Don't feel bad," she said, noticing my discomfort. "It's actually good we're having this conversation now. We needed to clear things up."
She took a breath. "I should be direct—I'm not looking for a romantic relationship."
Sarah's words echoed in my mind. She'd warned me about this, told me Chloe wasn't in it for love. Instead of feeling hurt, I felt relieved. Chloe wasn't playing games or leading me on—she was being honest about what she wanted.
I thought about my age, my life ahead of me. There would be time for romantic relationships later. Right now, I wanted to explore this new world Chloe had shown me. This intense, exciting dynamic where pleasure and pain mixed together, where submission brought freedom.
"I understand," I said. "And I appreciate your honesty. I want to explore this with you, to see where it leads."
"You're sure?" Chloe asked. "Even knowing there won't be romance?"
"I'm sure. I want to submit to you, to feel your control grow stronger."
I took a breath.
"There's something else I've been wondering about," I said, glancing at Chloe. "The dungeon beneath the sorority. How is that even possible?"
Chloe's expression shifted slightly. "You're curious about that?"
"Well, yeah. It's pretty insane to have a full dungeon under a sorority house."
She hesitated before answering. "The Order of the Black Rose isn't your typical sorority. Dominance is at our core."
"What do you mean?"
"That dungeon? Everyone in the sorority uses it." She paused. "Remember how none of the girls seemed surprised to see you naked in the garden? Or during our sessions?"
The memories clicked into place. "They're all dominants too?"
"Now you're getting it."
"So there are others like me?" I asked. "Other submissives?"
"The other girls have their pets, yes." Chloe's fingers traced along my collar. "But you're mine alone, Martin. My only one."
A memory flashed in my mind—that first day on campus, behind the library. The scene that started it all: another sorority girl leading a guy on a leash.
"I remember now," I said. "That's what I saw that first day. Another dominant and her submissive."
"The day that changed everything for you," Chloe smiled. "How could you forget?"
"I couldn't," I admitted. "That moment is burned into my mind forever."
I walked Chloe back to her sorority house, my mind swirling with everything she'd revealed. After saying goodnight, I couldn't face returning to my dorm room. I needed space to think.
The cool night air helped clear my head as I wandered the campus paths aimlessly.
"Martin?"
I turned to find Sarah standing there with concern on her face.
"Are you okay? You look lost."
I hesitated, shifting my weight from one foot to the other. Sarah had warned me about this, tried to prepare me. She deserved to know she was right.
"Remember what you said about Chloe?" I said finally. "About her not wanting love?"
Sarah nodded, her expression softening.
"You were right. She told me tonight—she's not interested in romance. Just... dominance." I touched my collar unconsciously. "But you know what? I'm okay with that. This journey with her, exploring all this—it's what I want right now. Love can come later."
Sarah listened intently, not interrupting. When I finished, she gave me a gentle smile.
"Want to grab some coffee and talk about it?"
I nodded, grateful for her friendship. "Yeah, I'd like that."
The campus cafe was quiet this late. Sarah ordered our usual drinks while I found us a corner table away from the few other students cramming for exams.
"I'm glad you talked to Chloe about this," Sarah said, sliding my coffee across the table. "And honestly? I'm surprised she was so open about everything."
I wrapped my hands around the warm cup. "What do you mean?"
"Well..." Sarah stirred her latte thoughtfully. "I was convinced she was just manipulating you. But now that everyone's on the same page about what this is..." She shrugged. "It changes things."
"Changes how?"
"Martin, this whole exploration has had such a visible positive effect on you. You're more engaged in class, more attentive. We talk more than we ever did in high school. You've become a better friend." She smiled. "Frankly, you've become a better person altogether."
My chest tightened at her words. To hear someone else confirm what I'd felt inside—that my life had improved since meeting Chloe—meant more than I could express.
"You really think so?" I asked quietly.
"I know so. The Martin I knew in high school would never have opened up like this. Would never have trusted me enough to share something so personal."
I felt a warmth that had nothing to do with the coffee. Sarah's validation of my journey, of the positive changes in my life, washed over me like a wave of relief. Everything Chloe had awakened in me, everything we'd explored together—it wasn't just making me happier. It was making me better.
Sarah leaned forward, her eyes bright with curiosity. "So, how did your last session with Chloe go?"
I felt my face flush but couldn't hold back my smile. "It was... intense. She had me on the cross again."
"The St. Andrew's Cross?" Sarah grinned. "You've mentioned that before."
"Yeah. The feeling of being completely helpless, bound there... She used this flogger on me."
"And you liked it?"
"God, yes. Each strike just built up this incredible tension. And knowing I couldn't do anything about it because I was cuffed to the cross. And the chastity cage? It constantly reminds me when I get overly excited. A reminder I never had before in my life."
Sarah laughed. "You're like a completely different person when you talk about these sessions. Your whole face lights up."
"It's just... every time is different. Sometimes she'll blindfold me, sometimes she'll make me crawl on all fours. Remember when I told you about having to kiss those sorority girls' feet?"
"How could I forget?" Sarah teased. "You turned as red as a tomato just telling me about it."
"Well, I'm red now too," I laughed. "But seriously, each session leaves me feeling... I don't know... centered? Peaceful? Even when she ruins my orgasms—"
"When she what?" Sarah's eyebrows shot up.
"It's this thing where she brings me close to orgasm, then deliberately stops right at the last second. It drives me crazy, in a good way," I said, scratching my neck where the leather collar pressed against my skin. "Having zero control feels incredible and terrifying at the same time."
Sarah giggled, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Like that time you had to kiss three girls' feet in the hedge maze?"
My breath caught. The memory of that day flooded back again, just like a moment ago when she had mentioned it—the vulnerability, the submission, the rush of excitement. The chastity cage suddenly felt tighter now. Sarah's teasing struck something deep inside me, awakening feelings I'd only experienced with Chloe.
My eyes drifted to Sarah's feet. She wore simple canvas shoes, her crossed ankles visible under the cafe table. The urge to submit overwhelmed my better judgment. Without thinking, I slid from my chair and knelt beside her.
"What are you—" Sarah started, but fell silent as I gently lifted her foot and pressed my lips to the top of her shoe.
My heart pounded. What was I doing? This was Sarah, my friend, not Chloe. Not a scene. Not the maze. But I couldn't stop myself. I kissed her other shoe, lost in the moment.
Reality crashed back. I jerked away, mortified. What had I done? I'd crossed a line. Violated our friendship. Brought my private world with Chloe into this safe, normal space with Sarah.
I looked up, ready to apologize, to beg forgiveness—and froze. Sarah wasn't angry. She wasn't disgusted. Her eyes were wide, her cheeks flushed, and a smile played at the corners of her mouth. She looked... delighted.
"Well," she said softly. "That was unexpected."