The week of midterms consumed all my time. Every class scheduled their tests back-to-back, leaving me barely time to breathe between study sessions. My English Literature exam came first—a three-hour marathon of essay questions about Victorian novels. I spent nights memorizing quotes and themes.
The Physics test came next. Formulas and equations swirled in my head as I worked through practice problems. The chastity cage made sitting through long study sessions uncomfortable, but somehow the discomfort helped me focus.
Film Studies with Professor Callaghan proved particularly challenging. The test covered everything from German Expressionism to French New Wave. Sarah offered to study together, but I declined, needing to concentrate without distraction.
The butt plug training continued through my study sessions, adding an extra layer of complexity to my already stressful week.
Between tests, I pretty much lived in the library. Coffee became my best friend as I pushed through exhaustion. My phone stayed silent—even Chloe seemed to understand the importance of this week, leaving me to focus on academics.
When the results started coming in, my dedication paid off. A- in Physics. A in English Literature. Even Film Studies, which I'd worried about most, earned me an A. Each grade notification brought a surge of pride and relief.
I couldn't wait to share my success with Chloe. These grades weren't just for me—they were proof that her control, her discipline, had helped shape me into a better student. The collar around my neck felt like a medal of honor.
I stood outside the university building at 5 AM, my heart pounding against my ribs. Professor Callaghan's office door beckoned from the third floor. The rope in my backpack felt heavy, like it might burn through the fabric at any moment.
The security guard's routine hadn't changed in weeks—I'd watched him make his rounds. He'd just passed through, which gave me a solid hour before his return. My hands trembled as I climbed the stairs.
The hallway stretched before me, dark except for the emergency exit signs casting their red glow. I reached Professor Callaghan's office and pulled out the rope. The metal nameplate gleamed in the dim light as I secured the first knot around the door handle.
My breath came in short gasps as I worked the rope around my wrists, then my ankles. The chastity cage strained as my excitement grew. This was different from my classroom adventures—more dangerous, more thrilling. The possibility of discovery felt exhilarating.
Half an hour later, I heard footsteps from the stairwell. Voices drifted up—the early morning cleaning crew. Panic seized my chest as I fumbled with the knots. The rope bit into my wrists as I twisted, trying to free myself. One knot loosened, then another. The voices grew closer.
I yanked my hands free, almost falling as I untied my ankles. The rope coiled around my feet like a snake. I stuffed it into my backpack, hands shaking so badly I could barely work the zipper.
The voices turned the corner just as I ducked into the bathroom across the hall. I pressed my back against the wall, heart threatening to burst from my chest. The cleaning crew passed by, their cart wheels squeaking on the linoleum floor.
Chloe led me through the sorority house to a study room where two girls sat at desks. The room smelled of lavender and old books.
"Martin, meet Lily and Ella. They need help with their literature assignments."
Lily twirled her pen between her fingers. "We have papers due on The Great Gatsby."
"Five pages each," Ella added. "Mine needs to focus on the symbolism of wealth."
"And mine on the American Dream," Lily said.
I sat at an empty desk, pulling out my laptop. Even though these weren't direct orders from Chloe, I wanted to make her proud by helping her sisters.
My fingers flew across the keyboard as I crafted their essays. The chastity cage pressed against me as I worked. I glanced up occasionally, catching their whispered conversations.
Two hours later, I handed over the completed papers. My heart raced as they read through them. Would they approve? Would they tell Chloe I did well?
"This is really good," Ella said, nodding as she scrolled through her paper.
Lily smiled. "You actually understand the symbolism better than our professor explained it."
"Come on," Chloe said from the doorway. "Time for your reward."
As we walked down to the dungeon, I told her about my adventure in front of Professor Callaghan's office, how I'd barely escaped being caught by the cleaning crew.
"And you liked that feeling?" Chloe asked. "The thrill of almost getting caught?"
I nodded. "I did. I mean, it was terrifying, but exciting. Like everything you've shown me."
"What makes you take these risks?" she asked.
The chastity cage pressed against me as memories of our earlier sessions flooded back. "I want to prove myself to you. Show you that I can handle whatever tasks you give me."
"Even if you might get caught?"
"Even then," I said. "The fear makes it more real somehow. More intense."
I noticed how the flogger felt different this time as Chloe struck my exposed back. Each hit landed with more force. The leather straps bit into my skin, leaving trails of fire that made me strain against the restraints of the St. Andrew's Cross.
"How does it feel?" Chloe asked, landing another strike.
"Intense," I gasped. The metal of my chastity cage pressed against me as my arousal grew. "But good. So good."
The next strike made me arch my back. My mind drifted, lost in the rhythm of the flogger. The pain blended with pleasure until I couldn't tell them apart. Each hit reminded me of my submission to Chloe, of how far I'd come since that first day behind the library.
"You're taking it so well," Chloe said, increasing the intensity. "Much better than last time."
My world narrowed to the sensations, the sound of leather meeting flesh, and Chloe's steady breathing behind me.
After Chloe stopped, she ran her hand over my back, making me shiver.
"You've earned your release," she said. "Full or ruined? Your choice."
Despite the throbbing need in my cage, I knew my answer. "Ruined, please."
"Are you sure? You've done so well today."
"Yes," I said. "I want to stay focused on serving you."
I felt Chloe's fingers on the lock of my chastity cage. The key turned, and for the first time in two weeks, the device came off.
"Look how eager you are," Chloe said. Her hand wrapped around me, and I bucked against the restraints of the St. Andrew's Cross.
Her strokes started slow, teasing. Each movement of her hand sent sparks through my body. My breath came in short gasps. After two weeks of denial, her touch was almost too much to handle.
"Please," I whimpered.
"Please what?" Her grip tightened slightly.
"I don't know. Just... please."
Her pace increased. My legs trembled. The metal cuffs around my wrists rattled as I pulled against them. The pressure built inside me, and I knew I was close.
Then her hand disappeared. My orgasm hit, but without stimulation, it felt hollow and unsatisfying. My release dribbled out weakly while my body tried to chase a pleasure that wasn't there.
I heard the click of the chastity cage being locked back into place. The metal felt cold against my still-sensitive skin.
I cleaned myself up while Chloe watched, my skin still tingling from the flogging session.
"So," Chloe said, leaning against the wall. "Tell me about the film festival with Sarah."
"It was..." I paused, remembering Sarah's delighted expression when I gave her the remote. "Different. She really enjoyed having control of the vibrating egg."
"Did she now?" Chloe raised an eyebrow.
"Yes. She kept changing the settings during the films. I could barely focus on the screen."
"Good. And how did she react when you first gave her the remote?"
"She laughed. Then immediately started testing it." I felt my face flush as the memory made me strain against my chastity cage. "She liked watching me squirm in front of other people."
Chloe nodded, a satisfied smile on her face. She shifted against the wall, her eyes darkening. "Your reactions are developing nicely. Which reminds me—the butt plug. You've been doing your hour each day?"
"Yes, exactly as you instructed."
"Well, it's time to take it up a notch. From now on, you'll wear it whenever you leave your dorm room. Classes, shopping, walks in the park." Her smile widened. "And especially when you meet with Sarah."
I swallowed hard, processing her words. "Every time I leave my room?"
"Every time. No exceptions." She pushed off from the wall. "Think you can handle that?"
"Yes," I said, though my voice wavered slightly.
"Good boy."
I stared at my phone, reading Chloe's message again. My heart raced at the words "surprise task." With midterms finally over, I'd planned to take a walk to clear my head, but Chloe's message changed everything.
What could she want? My mind raced with possibilities as I grabbed the butt plug from its hiding spot. Following her new rule, I inserted it carefully, adjusting to the pressure. The metal of my chastity cage pressed against me as my body responded to the stimulation.
The walk to the sorority felt different with the butt plug inside me. Students passed by, completely unaware of my secret. Some glanced at my collar, but most ignored me.
My thoughts drifted to the last time Chloe had a "surprise" for me. The French maid outfit still hung in the sorority's wardrobe room. Would this be something similar? The uncertainty made me strain against my chastity cage even more.
The sorority's main community area took my breath away. Dark wooden panels lined the walls, adorned with black and white photographs of past members. Plush leather armchairs and sofas formed intimate seating areas around antique coffee tables. A grand fireplace dominated one wall, its mantle decorated with delicate red roses in crystal vases.
Chloe sat in a high-backed leather chair, gesturing for me to take a seat across from her. This felt strange. We'd never talked here before—our conversations usually happened in the dungeon or garden.
"I've been thinking about your little adventures," Chloe said, leaning forward. "The self-bondage in front of Professor Callaghan's office, the risks you've been taking."
I shifted in my seat. "You have?"
"Yes, and I think it's time we channeled that energy into something more... structured." Her lips curved into a smile. "How would you feel about being handcuffed to a tree on campus at night?"
"What?" I blinked, trying to process her words. "You mean, outside? Where anyone could—"
"Where anyone could see you, yes." She crossed her legs, watching my reaction. "And just like your solo adventures, I wouldn't be around to save you this time. Just to release you right before the sun comes up."
My heart raced at the thought. The risk, the exposure, the complete helplessness... "I... yes. I want to try it."
"I thought you might." Chloe's smile widened. "We'll do it tomorrow night. I'll text you the details."
The campus felt different at night. Moonlight filtered through the trees, casting dark shadows across the empty walkways. My heart pounded as I followed Chloe down the path, each step bringing us closer to the massive oak tree she'd chosen.
"Perfect spot," Chloe said, running her hand along the rough bark. "Dark enough that no one will notice, but close enough to the path to make it exciting."
I glanced around nervously. "What if someone—"
"That's the point, isn't it?" She produced a pair of metal handcuffs. "The risk makes it better."
My mouth went dry at the sight of the cuffs. This wasn't like my self-bondage experiments—no safety release, no control. Once she locked these on, I'd be completely helpless until she returned.
"Arms behind the tree," Chloe said.
I complied, feeling the rough bark against my back. The metal clicked cold around my wrists, securing me in place.
"I'll be back before sunrise," Chloe whispered. "Try to stay quiet if anyone passes by."
She disappeared into the darkness, leaving me alone with my thoughts. The butt plug shifted inside me as I tested the cuffs—solid, unyielding. My chastity cage strained as the reality of my situation sank in. I was actually doing this—bound, exposed, unable to escape. The distant sound of footsteps made me freeze, but they faded away, leaving only the sound of my rapid breathing and racing heart.
The rough bark dug into my back as I shifted against the tree. Each small movement reminded me of my complete helplessness—hands cuffed behind the thick trunk, the butt plug inside me, and my chastity cage straining against my arousal. The cool night air raised goosebumps on my skin.
My heart raced every time I heard distant footsteps or voices. This was different from my solo adventures—those had ways of escape if needed. But here, I was truly at Chloe's mercy until sunrise.
I smiled in the darkness, grateful that Chloe had embraced my risky tendencies instead of scolding me for them. She understood my need for these thrilling moments, even encouraging me to push my limits further. The fact that she incorporated my desires into her control over me made me feel truly seen and accepted.
Time passed slowly. Boredom started creeping in. The initial excitement faded as nothing happened—no close calls, no discoveries. Just me, the tree, and the occasional distant sound of campus nightlife. I tried counting stars through gaps in the branches to pass the time, but my mind kept wandering back to my predicament.
The butt plug shifted uncomfortably as I tried to find a better position against the tree. My wrists ached from the metal cuffs. Without the constant thrill of potential discovery, the physical discomfort became more noticeable. I sighed, wondering how many hours remained until sunrise.
Voices cut through the darkness. Not just one or two people—a whole group, their laughter and chatter growing louder with each passing second. My heart jumped into my throat. This wasn't like the distant sounds I'd been hearing all night. They were coming right this way.
I yanked at the handcuffs, metal biting into my wrists. The trunk offered no cover—I was exposed on all sides. The butt plug shifted as I squirmed, searching desperately for any way to hide myself. My chastity cage strained painfully as panic and excitement mixed.
The voices grew closer. I counted at least ten different people. My breathing came in short gasps. This was actually happening. After hours of false alarms, someone was finally going to discover me. I couldn't run. Couldn't hide. The realization sent a surge of arousal through me, making my chastity cage feel even tighter.
Giggles and squeals pierced the night air. I recognized those sounds—sorority girls. The Black Rose sisters rounded the corner, their silhouettes unmistakable in the moonlight. Relief flooded through me.
"Oh my god, is that Martin?" One of them asked, pointing.
"Chloe's pet?" Another chimed in. "What are you doing out here?"
I explained my situation, hoping they might have keys to free me. They just laughed.
"Sorry, sweetie. Only Chloe has those keys," one of them said. "Guess you'll have to wait for her."
They continued past, their laughter fading into the night, leaving me bound and frustrated against the tree.
More voices pierced the darkness. My heart leaped—maybe the sorority sisters had returned with the key. After hours of boredom, even their teasing would be welcome company.
"Hello?" I called out. "Is anyone there?"
The voices grew closer. These weren't the high-pitched giggles from before. These were deeper, masculine voices mixed with feminine ones. My stomach dropped. These weren't the Black Rose sisters at all.
"Did you hear that?" A male voice asked.
"Over there, by that tree!"
Flashlight beams cut through the darkness, blinding me. I squinted against the harsh light, my cheeks burning with shame. The metal cuffs bit into my wrists as I instinctively tried to cover myself.
"Holy shit, there's actually someone tied to the tree!"
"Is this some kind of prank?"
"Should we call campus security?"
"Are you okay?" A girl's voice called out.
I wanted to disappear into the bark. The collar around my neck felt like it was choking me. My butt plug shifted uncomfortably as I squirmed. The chastity cage seemed to tighten with each passing second of exposure.
"I'm fine," I managed to croak out. "Just... stuck."
"Wait a minute..." One of the figures stepped closer, lowering their flashlight. "Martin?"
I froze. I knew that voice.
It was Jacob.
My blood ran cold. Jacob? Here? Now?
"Jacob?" I whispered, my voice trembling.
"Martin, what the hell is going on?" His expression shifted from curiosity to disbelief. "Are you... handcuffed to a tree?"
My stomach churned. Of all the people to stumble upon my humiliation, it had to be my roommate. I wanted the earth to swallow me whole.
"It's not what it looks like," I stammered, knowing how ridiculous that sounded.
"Really? Because it looks like you're handcuffed to a tree in the middle of campus in the middle of the night." Jacob's eyes scanned me up and down. His eyes lingered on the metal binding my wrists to the tree trunk.
The other voices closed in, curious onlookers eager for a closer look at the spectacle. I could feel their eyes on me, judging, whispering. I just wanted to die.
Jacob kneeled down. "Let's see if we can get you out of this mess." He examined the handcuffs, poking at the locking mechanism. "These aren't the cheap kind. Think I can—" He trailed off, looking over his shoulder down the path. "Shit."
Panic clenched my chest. "What?"
"With this many people causing this big of a ruckus, I wouldn't be surprised if campus security shows up any minute now."
My heart hammered against my ribs. Getting caught by security was the last thing I needed. Chloe would kill me. Not to mention what it would do to my reputation.
"We need to get you out of here, now," Jacob's voice was urgent. "Hang tight," he demanded. "And hide as well as you can." He looked around at the crowd of gawkers. "Which," he quickly added, "isn't easy with all these people pointing at you, and talking about you. You're lucky they're all drunk, and don't even know where their phones are to film you. I'll be right back."
Before I could protest, Jacob darted off into the darkness. I slumped against the tree, trying to make myself as small as possible. The whispers and stares felt like physical blows. Every giggle, every sidelong glance, was a fresh wave of mortification.
I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing I could just disappear. Chloe, Sarah, the dungeon, the chastity cage, the butt plug, the maid outfit—it all seemed to crash down on me at once. I had made a huge mistake.
Moments later, Jacob reappeared, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He knelt down, holding a small, thin piece of metal. A makeshift lockpick.
"Okay, this might take a minute," he said, his hands trembling slightly. He jammed the makeshift pick into the handcuff's lock. He wiggled it, applying pressure, then cursed under his breath. "Damn, this is harder than it looks."
He fiddled with the pick. The metal scraped against metal, a grating sound in the dead of night.
"Almost... just a little more..."
He pushed harder, and I heard a click! The handcuff sprang open, freeing my wrist.
Back in our dorm room, I sat on my bed, unable to meet Jacob's eyes. The silence stretched between us, broken only by the hum of his desk lamp.
"So," Jacob finally said. "Want to tell me what that was all about?"
I fidgeted with the collar around my neck. "It's complicated."
"Complicated enough to get yourself arrested?" Jacob's voice held genuine concern. "What if campus security had found you instead of us?"
"I know, I know." I buried my face in my hands. "It was stupid."
"This has something to do with Chloe, doesn't it?" He gestured at my collar. "The same person who gave you that?"
I nodded slowly. "She... she likes to push boundaries. Test limits."
"Testing limits is one thing, but this?" Jacob leaned forward in his chair. "Martin, you could have gotten into serious trouble. What if someone had reported you? What if someone had taken pictures?"
"I didn't think—"
"Exactly. You didn't think." Jacob's words were harsh but his tone remained gentle. "Look, I know BDSM can be exciting. The thrill of submission, the rush of giving up control. But there's a difference between safe, consensual play and putting yourself at risk."
I felt tears prickling at the corners of my eyes. "Chloe knows what she's doing."
"Does she?" Jacob asked quietly. "Or is she just seeing how far she can push you?"
The question hit me like a punch to the gut.
"I'm worried about you," Jacob continued. "These risks you're taking... they're getting bigger. More dangerous. And for what? To prove something to her?"
The next morning, I knocked on the Black Rose Sorority's door. My hands trembled, still shaken from last night's events.
Chloe opened the door, her face pale. "Come in."
Once inside, I couldn't hold back anymore.
"That was too much, Chloe. Way too much."
"I know." She sat in the high-backed leather chair, exactly where this night-adventure started. "I did send the sorority sisters to check on you, to give you a scare, but I never expected anyone else to be there."
"I could have been arrested!"
"No." Chloe's voice remained steady. "I had spoken with campus security. They were doing rounds on the other side of campus. You were never in any real danger."
"Except for the group that found me. My roommate found me!"
"That..." She paused. "That wasn't part of the plan. But you handled it well."
"Well? I was mortified!"
"Yet you stayed calm. You didn't panic. You let Jacob help you." She leaned forward. "You proved you can handle unexpected situations."
I paced the room. "But what if someone had taken pictures? What if—"
"Martin." Her tone made me stop. "I miscalculated. I didn't expect another group to be there. But everything else was controlled. Safe."
"It didn't feel safe."
"It wasn't supposed to. That was the point." She pointed at the chair in front of her. "Sit."
I sat, still trembling slightly.
"You're right," she said. "It was too much. But you grew from it. You faced a real challenge and came through it."
I looked at my hands. "I still think it was too far."
"Perhaps." She touched my collar gently. "But you're here, aren't you? Talking to me about it instead of running away."
After leaving Chloe, I couldn't face going back to my dorm room. Jacob would be there, and I just couldn't deal with that conversation yet. Sarah was my only option—at least she hadn't witnessed my humiliation.
I waited in the small park near her dorm, sitting on a bench under the autumn trees. When she arrived, her concerned expression told me she knew something was wrong.
"Want to walk?" she asked.
I nodded, falling into step beside her on the leaf-covered path.
"I did something really stupid last night," I said.
"What happened?"
The words spilled out—everything about Chloe's challenge, being handcuffed to the tree, the sorority sisters passing by, and finally Jacob finding me with his friends.
"I kept pushing for more risk, more danger," I said. "But I never thought I'd actually get caught. God, I was so stupid."
Sarah listened without interrupting, her face thoughtful. We walked past the library, through the quiet campus grounds.
"I have no idea what to do now," I admitted. "How can I face Jacob? How can I—"
Sarah stopped walking. She grabbed my hand.
What was going on here?
She looked directly into my eyes, a spark of excitement in her expression.
"Let's do something crazy like that together!"