For the next week, I buried myself in my studies, hiding from the world in the library. I couldn't face Sarah after what happened at the cafe. How could I have done that? And Chloe—the guilt of betraying her trust gnawed at me constantly.
I followed my daily routine of wearing the butt plug as instructed. The slight physical discomfort provided a strange relief of my guilt.
My self-bondage experiments grew bolder, more dangerous. One evening, I tied myself to the railing outside our dorm room, heart pounding at every distant footstep. Another time, I bound my ankles together in the empty common room at 3 AM, knowing the cleaning staff would arrive at 5. Each time, I managed to free myself just in time, riding the adrenaline rush of nearly being discovered.
The close calls should have scared me straight, but they only pushed me to take bigger risks. I found myself seeking out more exposed locations, staying tied up longer, making the knots more complex. The thrill of potential discovery filled the void left by avoiding Sarah and Chloe.
Between classes, I kept my head down, taking alternate routes to avoid running into either of them. I threw myself into assignments, wrote extra papers, anything to keep my mind occupied. But in quiet moments, their faces haunted me—Sarah's surprised delight, Chloe's absent judgment.
My grades improved even further, but the isolation weighed heavily. Each day blurred into the next—study, butt plug, bind, escape, repeat. The routine became my shield against confronting what I'd done.
When I finally received Chloe's text to meet at the sorority, my stomach twisted into knots. The shame of what I'd done with Sarah felt like a physical weight on my shoulders as I walked up the path to the grand house.
Chloe greeted me at the door, her usual confident smile in place. But as soon as we were inside, she paused and turned to face me.
"Something's bothering you," she said. Not a question. Her eyes studied my face with that penetrating gaze that always seemed to see right through me.
I swallowed hard. "I... I need to tell you something." The words felt thick in my throat. "Last week, I was with Sarah at the cafe, and I... I kissed her feet under the table."
Her eyebrows raised slightly, and for a fraction of a second, I noticed her fingers tighten on the doorframe. But her voice remained steady, controlled.
"Is that what's been eating at you?" A smile spread across her face. "Martin, I'm actually pleased you're exploring these urges with others."
She stepped closer, and I caught a hint of tension in her shoulders despite her relaxed expression.
"In fact," she continued, her eyes brightening with sudden inspiration, "if you're interested in serving others, I might have just the perfect opportunity for you."
Chloe led me down a corridor I hadn't seen before. We stopped at a door marked "Wardrobe," and she pulled me inside. The room was massive, filled with racks of clothing that stretched from floor to ceiling.
"I've been waiting for the right moment," she said, rifling through the hangers. "And after what you just told me about Sarah..." Her voice trailed off as she focused on her search.
My eyes wandered over the variety of outfits—leather, latex, and fabrics I couldn't even name.
"Ah!" Chloe's exclamation snapped my attention back to her. She pulled out a black and white French maid dress, complete with frills and an apron. Her face lit up as she held it against me. "This is the one!"
I stared at the outfit, my mouth hanging open. "I don't understand."
"Some of the girls are cleaning the sorority today," she explained, bouncing with excitement. "And you're going to serve them!"
She thrust the dress into my arms and headed for the door. "Get changed. I'll go gather the girls."
The door clicked shut behind her, leaving me alone with the dress. I held it up, trying to make sense of this new direction. The fabric felt soft between my fingers, but all I could think about was how ridiculous I would look.
With a sigh, I started changing. The dress fit better than I expected, though that wasn't necessarily a good thing. I turned to the full-length mirror on the wall and cringed. The white apron emphasized my chest, the skirt barely reached mid-thigh, and the whole ensemble made me look exactly like what I was—a man in a maid's dress.
The door opened and Chloe returned, followed by three girls I hadn't seen before. "Martin, meet Olivia, Mia, and Sophia," Chloe said, gesturing to each girl in turn.
I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, tugging at the hem of the maid dress. The girls' eyes traveled over my outfit, but their expressions remained neutral. I remembered what Chloe had told me about the sorority—they were all dominants, used to having submissives around. Somehow, that made this slightly less mortifying.
"Martin will be helping out today," Chloe announced, her hand resting on my shoulder. "He'll do anything you tell him to." She turned to me. "Isn't that right, Martin?"
"Yes," I said, looking at each girl in turn. "I'll do whatever you ask."
Chloe's lips curved into a smile. "Be gentle with him, girls." She giggled and winked at them. "I'll be back later."
With that, she turned and left, leaving me alone with the three sorority sisters.
The three girls exchanged knowing glances and giggled.
"This will be fun," Olivia said.
Mia stepped forward. "I'll take him first." She grabbed my wrist and pulled me along. "Come on, maid."
We climbed the stairs to her room. My jaw dropped when she opened the door—this wasn't like my cramped dorm room at all. The space was massive, with a king-size bed and separate living area. Plush carpets covered hardwood floors, and tall windows let in streams of afternoon light.
"Time to clean," Mia announced. "Everything needs to be spotless." She pointed to a closet. "Vacuum's in there. Start with that, then dust everything." She pulled out a feather duster. "Matches your outfit, don't you think?"
I nodded, already overwhelmed by the size of the space.
"Oh, and the bathroom needs attention too. Toilet, shower, tiles—everything." She smirked at my expression. "What's wrong? Too much work?"
"No, I..." The chastity cage strained as I looked at her confident smile. Something about serving another beautiful sorority sister made my whole body tingle.
"You don't want to disappoint Chloe, do you?"
"No, of course not."
I got to work, pushing the vacuum across the vast carpets. The dress swished around my legs as I moved. Hours passed as I dusted every surface, scrubbed the bathroom tiles, and cleaned the toilet.
The sun was setting when Mia returned to inspect my work. She ran her finger along surfaces, checking for dust.
"Well done," she said, holding out a biscuit. "Here's your treat."
Olivia led me down a wide staircase to the sorority kitchen. The space was enormous, with gleaming stainless steel appliances and dark granite countertops. But my attention fixed on the disaster zone around the sink area.
"Looks like we had quite the party last night," Olivia said, gesturing at mountains of dirty plates, cups, and utensils piled precariously in both sinks and spread across every counter surface. Dried food crusted the dishes, and sticky residue coated everything.
"Better get started," she laughed, then left me alone with the overwhelming task.
I filled one sink with hot soapy water and began sorting the dishes. The French maid dress rustled as I worked. Hours passed as I scrubbed crusty plates and greasy pans. My arms ached, but something about doing these menial tasks for the sorority sisters made me feel excited. The chastity cage grew increasingly uncomfortable as I imagined them lounging while I cleaned their mess.
The piles slowly diminished as I washed, rinsed, and dried each item. My eyelids grew heavy, and I had to shake myself awake several times. The repetitive motions and warm water made staying alert a challenge. Still, I couldn't stop—not with so many dishes left.
By the time I dried the last fork, my fingers were pruned and my back screamed in protest. But seeing the clean dishes neatly stacked in their proper places filled me with satisfaction, even as exhaustion threatened to overwhelm me.
The kitchen door swung open. Chloe stormed in, her face twisted with anger.
"What are you still doing here? Why haven't you finished with all three girls yet?"
"I-I worked as fast as I could," I said, dropping my gaze to the floor. Heat crept up my neck. "The dishes took longer than—"
"Not good enough," Chloe snapped. My chastity cage tightened at her harsh tone. Despite my shame, my arousal grew.
"I'll do Sophia's chores first thing tomorrow," I offered.
"No, no, no." Chloe's voice dropped dangerously low. "You're not leaving until everything is done. I don't care if it takes all night."
My cheeks burned with humiliation, but the pressure in my chastity cage grew more intense. I stood there, caught between shame and desire, as Chloe's words sank in.
Sophia led me to the back garden, handing me a small trowel. The moon offered barely enough light to see.
"All these need to go." She waved her hand at what looked like a sea of plants. "The weeds. Just the weeds."
"How do I know which ones are weeds?"
She laughed. "If you have to ask, maybe you shouldn't be doing this." Sophia turned and walked away, leaving me alone in the darkness.
I dropped to my knees, the French maid dress riding up uncomfortably. My arms and back ached from hours of cleaning, but I couldn't stop now. Not when Chloe was counting on me.
The trowel dug into the earth. I squinted at each plant, trying to determine if it belonged there. Some looked like dandelions, but in the darkness, everything blurred together. My fingers brushed against thorns, drawing blood.
"Shit," I muttered, sucking on my finger.
The chastity cage pressed against me as I bent forward, reminding me why I was here. For Chloe. Always for Chloe.
I yanked at what felt like a weed, only to realize it might have been part of an ornamental bush. Sweat trickled down my back despite the cool night air. My knees were caked in mud, and my hands trembled from exhaustion.
Each plant became a gamble. Pull or leave? The darkness made it impossible to tell. I worked slowly, methodically, terrified of destroying something valuable in the Sorority garden.
The sun peeked over the horizon as I pulled the last weed. My hands were covered in dirt, my knees ached, and the maid dress clung to my sweaty skin. I stumbled back inside, barely making it to the dressing room. The wooden bench looked more inviting than any bed I'd ever seen. I collapsed onto it, still in the dirt-stained maid outfit, and closed my eyes for just a moment.
Laughter woke me. Chloe stood over me, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
"You've done a great job," she said. "I'm proud of you. How do you feel?"
I laughed, despite my exhaustion. "It was strange. I got aroused doing their chores. Following not just your orders, but the orders of others—the ones you put in charge of me. It was thrilling."
Chloe's grin widened. "Maybe I'll lend you to them sometime again."
"You think so?" I asked. My pulse quickened at the thought, even as exhaustion weighed on my limbs.
"Of course. You're a natural at serving others. The way you took direction—I saw how much you enjoyed it."
She wasn't wrong. The metal of my chastity cage pressed against me as memories of the night flooded back. "I've been experimenting," I admitted. "With self-bondage. Trying it in more dangerous places—in class, in the dorm hallway. And tonight, working in front of others, in an open setting, wearing this ridiculous maid outfit—it gave me that same rush."
"Hey," Chloe laughed. "It's a perfectly fine outfit, nothing ridiculous about it."
Chloe sat beside me on the bench, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips.
"Speaking of others," she said. "How do you think this experience will influence your playtime with Sarah?"
My face burned at the memory of kissing Sarah's feet under the café table. "I haven't talked to her since that incident," I admitted. "So I'm not quite sure."
Chloe's eyes lit up with gleam that meant she'd spotted an opportunity. "You haven't spoken to her yet?" She tapped her finger against her chin. "Well, let's change that. You're doing film studies together, isn't that right?"
"Yeah," I said.
Chloe reached into her pocket and pulled out two tickets. The campus film festival logo was printed on them in bold letters. Tonight's date stared back at me. How did she have these? It was like she'd anticipated this exact moment.
"You should invite Sarah," Chloe said, handing me the tickets. "Go to the film festival together." She stood up and walked to the wardrobes lining the wall. She opened one, then another, and finally the third. "Ah, here it is."
My breath caught as she pulled out the vibrating egg—the one I knew all too well. She placed it in my palm along with its remote controller.
"Besides continuing to wear the butt plug," she said, "I have another little homework for you. Put the egg in your pants during the film festival and give Sarah the remote controller."
She patted my cheek. "Good luck for the evening," and she turned to leave.
I cleared my throat, my heart racing. "Chloe, wait." The words tumbled out before I could stop them. "What about my weekly release?"
Chloe turned back to me, her blue eyes sparkling with amusement. A laugh escaped her lips—not cruel, but playful. "Weekly release?" She shook her head, her brown hair catching the light. "Oh Martin, you're so adorable. You've moved to the next level now."
My stomach dropped. "What do you mean?"
"Every two weeks now." She said it so casually, like she was talking about the breakfast. "You've proven yourself capable of more control."
The chastity cage felt heavier, more present. My breath caught in my throat. The denial should have crushed me, but instead, a wave of excitement coursed through my body. My hands trembled. Was I excited because of the rejection? The thought confused me.
Chloe giggled and turned to leave. Her graceful movements drew my gaze as she walked away. The soft glow of the overhead lights highlighted her brown hair. The way she carried herself, confident and in control, held me frozen in place. I watched her until she disappeared around the corner, the chastity cage between my legs feeling smaller and smaller.
She was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen.
I stumbled into my dorm room, my muscles screaming from hours of cleaning and gardening. The morning sun streamed through the window, but I couldn't keep my eyes open. Jacob's bed was empty—probably at his early art class.
My phone felt heavy in my hand as I collapsed onto my bed, still wearing my regular clothes. The screen blurred as I typed out a message to Sarah.
"Got 2 tickets for tonight's film festival. Want to go?"
The words swam before my eyes. I didn't even notice if she replied. My hand dropped to my side, the phone slipping from my fingers onto the mattress. The constant pressure of the chastity cage faded into the background as exhaustion took over.
My last thought before darkness claimed me was that I should probably attend my classes. But my body refused to move, and sleep pulled me under.
I jolted awake, my hand fumbling for my phone. The screen blazed to life: 4:45 PM. Below the time, Sarah's message glowed: "Sure! Pick me up at 5:30?"
"Shit." I leaped out of bed, almost tripping over my own feet. Thirty minutes. The chastity cage pressed uncomfortably as I rushed to the bathroom, stripping off my clothes from yesterday.
The shower spray hit my face before it warmed up, making me gasp. I squeezed shampoo directly onto my head, not bothering with measuring. Soap slipped from my hands twice as I tried to wash away the garden dirt and kitchen grease. The chastity cage made cleaning thoroughly a challenge, especially when rushing.
I grabbed my nice dinner clothes—the ones I usually wore with Chloe. The shirt stuck to my still-damp skin as I wrestled it on. The leather collar stood out against the formal attire, but I was wearing it more proudly than ever.
My stomach growled, reminding me I hadn't eaten since yesterday. I dashed to the vending machine in the common room, jabbing at the buttons for a turkey sandwich. The plastic wrapper crinkled as I tore it open, shoving half the sandwich in my mouth at once. I coughed, nearly choking on a piece of bread, and forced myself to slow down just enough to chew.
I led Sarah away from the theater entrance, my heart hammering against my chest. We walked toward a quiet spot beneath an oak tree.
"Sarah, I need to talk to you about something."
"Is this about what happened at the cafe?" Sarah's eyes sparkled with amusement.
"Yeah." I shifted my weight. "I wanted to apologize for disappearing after that. I just... I didn't know how to handle it."
Sarah's laugh rang out, clear and musical. "Handle what? That was perfect."
"Perfect?" The chastity cage grew uncomfortable as blood rushed to my groin.
"We should definitely repeat it." Sarah winked at me.
My mind spun. The casual way she suggested it amazed me. Here was Sarah—my friend from high school, the person I trusted most—telling me she enjoyed what I'd thought was a horrible mistake.
I wanted to respond, but my throat was dry. The metal of the chastity cage bit into my flesh as I grew more aroused. Sarah's acceptance of this side of me—the part I'd been so carefully hiding—left me dizzy with relief and desire.
I pulled out the small remote control from my pocket, my hands trembling.
"What's that?" Sarah asked, her eyes fixed on the device.
"It's, uh, homework. From Chloe." I swallowed hard. "She wants you to control this during the festival."
"Control what exactly?"
My face burned as I explained about the vibrating egg. The chastity cage grew painfully tight as I watched Sarah's expression shift from confusion to delight.
"Oh my god." Sarah burst out laughing. "I'm beginning to like this Chloe of yours."
She snatched the remote from my hand and pressed the button before I could warn her. The sudden vibration made me gasp and stumble against the oak tree. The sensation was intense, immediate, and inescapable.
"This is going to be so much fun." Sarah's eyes danced with mischief as she watched me squirm. She clicked it off, then on again, giggling at my reaction. "Oh, this is so good."
I gripped the tree bark, trying to steady myself. The way Sarah wielded that remote, scared me slightly… and made me aroused. The chastity cage felt impossibly tight now.
"This is going to be a fun night," Sarah said, linking her arm through mine as we headed toward the festival entrance.
Sarah and I settled into our seats in the darkened theater. The festival program promised an evening of avant-garde short films, but my mind kept drifting to the remote control in Sarah's hand.
The first film began, something about urban isolation. Sarah leaned close.
"What do you think about the cinematography?" she whispered, then pressed the button.
I jolted in my seat, the vibrations catching me off guard. "It's... very stark," I managed to say through gritted teeth.
Sarah grinned, clearly enjoying her power over me. The chastity cage strained against my arousal as the egg buzzed next to it.
The next film was about 19th-century maids, and my face flushed hot. Images of myself in the French maid outfit at the sorority house flooded my mind. The white apron, the black dress, the way it had felt to serve those girls...
"You okay?" Sarah asked, noticing my distraction. "You seem flustered."
"Just... really into the film," I whispered back.
Sarah pressed the button again, timing it perfectly with a scene of a maid dusting a manor's library. I squirmed in my seat, the chastity cage becoming painful.
"The historical accuracy is impressive," Sarah commented, her finger playing with the remote. "Those uniforms look authentic."
My breath caught. If she only knew about my own recent experience with a maid's uniform.
"The attention to detail is... remarkable," I agreed, trying to keep my voice steady as she increased the vibration intensity.
Sarah's eyes sparkled with joy every time she pressed the button, clearly reveling in her control. I found myself watching her reactions as much as the films, amazed at how naturally she took to this role.
After the festival ended, I walked Sarah back to her dorm through the quiet campus paths. The vibrating egg in my pants had gone silent, but the memory of her control still lingered.
"Thank you for tonight," Sarah said. "I had a wonderful time."
"Me too." I smiled, relieved that the evening had gone well despite my initial nervousness.
"We should have more evenings like this," she said, her eyes bright with enthusiasm.
"I'd like that." My hand reached into my pocket. "Oh, I should get the remote back—"
Sarah's fingers closed around the controller. "Actually... I was thinking I could hold onto it for a few more days."
My heart skipped a beat. The chastity cage felt suddenly tighter.
"Maybe you could come over to my dorm tomorrow after classes?" She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "My roommate will be gone for the day."
The next day, I found myself in Sarah's dorm room. Unlike my chaotic space with Jacob's art supplies everywhere, her room was neat and organized. Two beds stood against opposite walls, but everything had its place.
I lay on Sarah's bed, recounting my exhausting night at the sorority. The maid outfit, the endless cleaning, the garden work until dawn.
"So you just want to lay there?" Sarah asked, a devilish grin spreading across her face.
Before I could protest, she was already on top of me. My wrists were being tied to her bed frame with rope, and I felt myself growing hard in my chastity cage.
"Do you have the egg on you?" she asked.
"Yeah, but—" The sudden vibration cut off my words. Sarah giggled as I squirmed beneath her.
"Just relax," she said through her laughter.
She pulled down my trousers and pushed up my shirt. I didn't know what to expect next—the same thrilling uncertainty I felt with Chloe. The chastity cage felt impossibly tight as the egg continued buzzing.
Then Sarah's fingers found my ribs, and she started tickling me mercilessly.
"Is this what Chloe does to you?" she asked, grinning widely.
I could barely form words through my gasps and laughter. The combination of the vibrations and tickling was pure bliss.
Sarah's fingers moved lower, tracing the line of my chastity cage. I groaned. She laughed, her fingers moving back up to my ribs, continuing her merciless tickling.
I was a mess of laughter and desire, my body writhing beneath her touch. The vibrations from the egg were relentless, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. Sarah's fingers moved to my neck, her touch gentle as she traced the line of my collar.
"You look good like this," she said, her voice soft. I looked up at her, my breath coming in short gasps, my body aching with desire. She smiled down at me, her eyes filled with a mix of amusement and something else, something deeper.
I groaned in frustration, my body aching with unfulfilled desire. Sarah laughed, her fingers moving back to my ribs, starting the cycle all over again.
After we finished, Sarah untied me and smiled. "Want to grab some coffee?"
I nodded, amazed at how quickly she switched from playful tormentor to casual friend. We walked to the campus cafe, found our usual spot by the window.
"So," Sarah said, stirring her latte. "How did you feel about this afternoon?"
"It was... intense." I said. "Different from Chloe, but in a good way."
"I enjoyed it too." Sarah's cheeks flushed slightly. "I never thought I'd be into this kind of thing. God, can you imagine if my mom found out?"
"Actually, I think she'd be proud."
Sarah nearly choked on her coffee. "What? Why would you say that?"
"Well, think about it. Your mom runs that huge tech company, right? Making millions every year?" I leaned forward. "Successful people like her share one important trait—control. If anything, she'd probably be proud to see how well you're learning to take control."
Sarah sat back, her eyes widening as she considered my words. A slow smile spread across her face. "You know what? You're actually right."
Back in my dorm room, I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. The events of the day played through my mind like scenes from one of Professor Callaghan's art films.
Chloe. Just thinking her name made my heart race. She'd been clear—crystal clear—that this wasn't about love. This was about control, about dominance, about her power over me. And yet... I couldn't help it. Every time I saw her, my world lit up. Every command she gave filled me with purpose. Her word was law, divine proclamation from my personal goddess.
I touched the collar around my neck, remembering the day she first put it on me. How far I'd come since then. The dungeon beneath the sorority house, the maid outfit, the butt plug training—each new experience opened my eyes to another fascinating aspect of this world she'd introduced me to.
And now there was Sarah. Sweet, playful Sarah, who'd known me since high school and now tied me to her bed. Who giggled while controlling that vibrating egg. Who understood parts of me I never knew existed.
Two women. Three, if you counted Olivia. Four with Mia. Five with Sophia. My mind spun trying to count how many dominants I now served at the sorority.
But it always came back to Chloe. Even when Sarah had me bound and helpless, even when Mia had me scrubbing floors, even when Sophia had me pulling weeds in the dark—Chloe remained at the center of everything.
I smiled in the darkness. A few months ago, I'd been a lonely freshman, lost and uncertain. Now? Now my life overflowed with purpose, pleasure, and possibilities. I couldn't imagine anything better than this.