I stared at Sarah, my mouth hanging open. This couldn't be right. Sarah was my anchor, my voice of reason. She was the one who kept me grounded when things got too intense with Chloe.
"What? You can't be serious."
"I am completely serious, Martin."
I shook my head. "But you're always the one telling me to be careful. To think things through."
"I know." Sarah squeezed my hand. "And that's exactly what I've been doing. Thinking things through."
"I don't understand."
"Martin, I see something in you. Something that maybe you don't even see yourself."
"What do you mean?"
"This strength, this resilience. Every time Chloe pushes you, you don't break. You adapt. You grow stronger."
I felt my face flush. "But last night—"
"Last night proved my point. You got caught in an impossible situation, and you handled it. Yes, it was embarrassing, but you're here, talking about it, facing it."
My chest tightened. The chastity cage felt heavier suddenly.
"I think what you need right now isn't to retreat," Sarah continued. "It's to push forward. To test your limits. To discover just how strong you really are."
"That sounds exactly like something Chloe would say."
"Maybe she's right about some things." Sarah's eyes sparkled. "Besides, wouldn't it be amazing to show her—to show everyone—what you're truly capable of?"
My heart raced. The idea was terrifying, but something else stirred inside me. Excitement? Pride?
Sarah stepped closer. "Are you ready to take a leap of faith with me, Martin? Ready to show them all what you're made of?"
Sarah and I crouched behind a bush near the library's back entrance. The night air was cool, and my heart pounded in my chest.
"Are you sure about this?" I whispered.
"Shh." Sarah pressed a finger to her lips.
A security guard walked past, his flashlight beam sweeping across the ground. We held our breath until he disappeared around the corner.
"Now." Sarah tugged my arm, and we sprinted to the door.
I kept watch while Sarah pulled out her student ID card. She worked it between the door and frame, jiggling it up and down.
"It's not working," she muttered.
"Let me try." I took the card, remembering a YouTube video I'd watched. I slid it in at an angle, applying pressure near the lock. The door clicked open.
"Holy shit," Sarah whispered. "You did it!"
We slipped inside. The library was pitch black except for the emergency exit signs casting an eerie red glow. As we moved through the stacks, my foot caught on something. A book cart crashed to the floor, the sound echoing through the empty building.
"Fuck!" Sarah grabbed my arm. "Hide!"
We dove behind a reference desk just as flashlight beams cut through the darkness. Footsteps approached.
"Did you hear that?" A guard's voice.
"Check the whole floor," another responded.
I held my breath, pressed against Sarah in our hiding spot. The guards moved closer. A beam of light passed inches from us. My muscles cramped from staying still, but I didn't dare move.
After looking around for a while, they gave up.
"Probably just the old building settling," one guard said.
"Yeah, these places make all kinds of noises at night."
We waited until they were gone before letting out our held breath.
"We did it," Sarah whispered. "We're actually in."
She turned to me with a mischievous grin. "Want to play a game?"
"What kind of game?" The way she said it made my cock strain against the chastity cage.
"We both get naked, take each other's clothes, and hide them somewhere in the library." Sarah's eyes sparkled in the dim light. "Not too hard to find though—this place is huge. We need to find them before the library opens."
My breath caught. My cock pushed harder against its metal prison. After getting caught at the tree, I should have been more cautious. Instead, the idea thrilled me.
"Okay," I whispered.
We ducked behind a row of shelves. Sarah pulled off her shirt, revealing a simple black bra. Or… at least it looked black in the dark, with only a faint light coming in from the lamps outside. I turned away, fumbling with my own clothes.
"Don't be shy," Sarah said. "We're both adults. The collar can stay."
I stripped down to my boxers, hesitating. Sarah unhooked her bra and slipped off her panties in one smooth motion. My face burned as I saw her naked body. How had I never noticed how beautiful she was? Perfect curves, smooth skin. My confined cock throbbed painfully.
"Your turn." Sarah nodded at my boxers.
I slid them down, my face burning hotter as the chastity cage came into view, my erection straining against the metal.
Sarah giggled. "That's actually kind of hot." She stepped closer, examining the device. "It must drive you crazy."
"You have no idea," I managed to say.
We gathered each other's clothes into bundles. Sarah winked at me before disappearing into the darkness. I moved through the shelves, looking for good hiding spots, trying not to think about Sarah's naked body or how painfully my cock strained.
I scanned the shelves, ducking between rows of thick textbooks. Her clothes needed to be hidden well enough to be fun, but not impossible to find. My fingers brushed along dusty spines until I found a gap behind some encyclopedias. I tucked her bra and panties there, making sure a small piece of fabric peeked out. The rest of her clothes I placed behind a low shelf of poetry books, visible if she crouched down.
When I returned to our meeting spot at the end of the book shelves, Sarah was already waiting.
She pulled out a blindfold from behind the books. She must have put it there before we got undressed.
"Wear this the whole time," she said. "Just to make it a little harder."
"How am I supposed to find my clothes blindfolded in this huge library? It's almost pitch black, anyway."
"Be creative." I heard the smile in her voice. "See you back at the end of the book shelves—hopefully clothed."
The blindfold settled over my eyes, plunging me into total darkness. Sarah's footsteps faded away, leaving me alone and naked except for my chastity cage and butt plug. How humiliating. But then I remembered: that was the whole point.
I stretched my arms out, fingers brushing against book spines as I moved forward. The carpet felt rough under my bare feet. Every small sound made me freeze—was that a door? A voice? Just the building creaking?
Voices drifted in from outside. The cleaning crew. My cock strained against the chastity cage from the fear and excitement. What if they looked inside and saw me like this?
I crept forward, trailing my hand along the shelves. The books all felt the same. How was I supposed to find my clothes by touch alone?
A door slammed somewhere in the building. I dropped into a crouch, heart pounding. Footsteps. Were they coming this way? My confined cock throbbed with each beat of my pulse.
What had I gotten myself into? Again. Here I was, naked and blindfolded in the university library, while the cleaning crew worked just outside. One wrong move and they'd find me like this—caged and exposed.
The thought should have terrified me. Instead, my cock strained harder.
I kept moving, fingers skimming every surface. A table. More shelves. Something soft—was that fabric? Just a cushioned chair. Time was running out. The librarians would arrive soon to open up.
I crept forward in the darkness, my fingers trailing along rough book spines. Where had Sarah hidden my clothes? The blindfold made everything pitch black.
"Getting colder, getting colder!" Sarah's voice rang out.
My heart jumped into my throat. Was she crazy? What if someone heard her? She must have found her clothes already if she was shouting like that.
My cock strained painfully in the chastity cage as I tried to focus. Did she say colder? I must be going the wrong way. I turned around, carefully stepping between what felt like study tables.
"Cold, cold!" Her voice came from a far end of the empty library.
Wrong direction again. I changed course, moving toward the reference section. I think. My bare feet padded silently on the carpet as I navigated by touch alone.
"Getting warmer!" Finally. I quickened my pace, following her voice.
"Almost there," Sarah called out.
The main door creaked open. My blood froze. The librarians. Here I was, completely naked in the middle of their library.
"Better hurry," Sarah whispered, much closer now.
I felt frantically along the shelves until my hand brushed fabric. My clothes! I yanked off the blindfold and dressed as quickly as possible, constantly looking over my shoulder for approaching staff.
Heart still racing, I crept back to our hiding spot behind the shelves where Sarah waited.
"That was incredible," I whispered. "I can't believe we actually did this."
"See? Sometimes taking risks pays off." Sarah grinned. "Admit it—you had fun."
"I did. Thank you for pushing me to do this. It was terrifying and exciting at the same time. Now let's get out of here!"
I knocked on the door of the Black Rose Sorority, my heart racing. After everything that happened, I needed to talk to Chloe.
"Come in, Martin." Chloe opened the door, her face neutral.
"I've been thinking about what happened," I said. "The tree incident, Jacob finding me..."
"And?" Chloe's voice remained steady.
"It's actually alright. All of it." I met her eyes. "I know you were testing me, pushing my limits. And yes, it was intense and scary, but that's part of what makes this exciting."
Relief flickered across Chloe's face before her composure returned. "Tell me more."
"The risk, the exposure—it's what I've been craving. Even with Jacob finding me, it opened up conversations I needed to have. Made me face things about myself."
"You're learning." Chloe nodded. "And growing."
"I trust you, Chloe. You've never put me in real danger. Everything has been calculated, controlled."
"That's right." She stepped closer. "Every test, every challenge—they all serve a purpose."
"I understand that now. The tree wasn't just about exposure. It was about facing my fears, dealing with unexpected situations."
"And you handled it beautifully." Chloe's voice carried pride. "Even when things didn't go as planned."
"Thank you for pushing me. For seeing potential in me that I didn't see myself."
"I always knew you had it in you, Martin. You just need someone to guide you, to help you explore these desires."
"I want to keep going. Keep exploring, keep pushing boundaries—with you in control."
"Good." Chloe smiled. "Because I have so much more to show you."
Chloe led me down to the dungeon.
"Strip," she commanded as we entered the chamber.
I removed my clothes, folding them neatly. The chastity cage strained against my growing arousal.
"Martin," Chloe's voice was firm. "You need to understand something. While you can always use your safeword, or have friends rescue you, actions have consequences."
Fear crept through me. What was she planning? The metal of my chastity cage bit into my flesh as my excitement grew.
"Bend over," she instructed.
I complied, placing my hands on my knees. A sharp sting exploded across my ass, causing me to gasp. I turned my head to look behind me.
Chloe held a wooden cane, her eyes intense. "This will leave marks, but you need to learn this lesson."
Another strike landed. I clenched my teeth, shame washing over me. I'd complained about being handcuffed to the tree, about it being too much. But now, bent over and accepting her punishment, I knew I deserved this.
The cane whistled through the air again. Pain bloomed across my skin. My legs trembled, but I held position. Each strike built upon the last, creating layers of burning sensation.
"Count them," Chloe demanded.
"One... two... three..." My voice shook.
The pain transformed into something else—a reminder of my submission, my dedication to Chloe. My chastity cage felt impossibly tight as each strike landed.
Tears formed in my eyes, not from pain but from acceptance. This was my choice. My responsibility.
"You're doing well," Chloe praised, landing another precise strike.
I gasped, my fingers digging into my knees. The dungeon's cool air contrasted with my burning skin.
I counted each strike, my voice trembling as Chloe's cane painted stripes of fire across my ass. When she finally stopped, my legs shook from holding position for so long.
"Stand up," she commanded.
I straightened, my muscles protesting. The chastity cage felt impossibly tight.
"To the cross," Chloe pointed.
I walked to the St. Andrew's Cross, each step sending jolts through my tender flesh. Chloe secured my wrists and ankles with practiced efficiency. As my weight settled against the wooden beams, I couldn't suppress a hiss of pain. My punished skin screamed where it touched the cross.
But through the discomfort, something else bloomed in my chest. Warmth. Gratitude. Love.
This punishment wasn't just about pain—it was about care. Chloe saw my potential, knew exactly what I needed. She was shaping me, molding me into something better.
How had I not understood before? The handcuffs, the public exposure—they weren't just random acts of dominance. They were carefully crafted lessons. Tests to push my limits, to help me grow.
My ass throbbed against the rough wood of the cross, but I welcomed the pain. Each twinge reminded me of Chloe's dedication to my development. She wasn't just my domme—she was my teacher, my guide.
I'd been blind not to see it sooner. Every task, every command, every punishment—they all served a purpose. Chloe knew exactly what was best for me.
I hung there on the cross, my skin burning from the caning, when Chloe reached for my chastity cage. My heart leaped—finally, after the harsh punishment, here comes the good part.
Her fingers worked the lock, and the chastity cage came off. She wrapped her hand around me and started stroking, slow and deliberate. My breath caught in my throat.
She kept stroking, building a steady rhythm. I felt myself getting closer, wondering why she hadn't asked if I wanted a normal or ruined orgasm. Though I'd chosen ruined ones recently, so that was probably what would happen now.
Her pace increased, faster and faster. Yes, I was almost there, just a few more strokes and—
She stopped.
Reality crashed back. What happened? Not even a ruined orgasm?
"Don't worry," Chloe said, "we're not finished yet."
Oh, okay then. Her hand returned, starting slow again. The familiar tension built as she increased her speed. Just when I was getting close—she stopped again.
What was going on? What was she doing?
Once more she began stroking, and once more she stopped just before I could finish.
"Is everything alright?" I asked, confusion mixing with frustration.
Chloe giggled. "Sure, sure. I'm just showing you what orgasm denial is."
"Denial?"
"Yeah, you won't have an orgasm today, not even a ruined one."
"What?!"
Her hand returned, stroking me to the edge before stopping again.
"Why are you doing this?"
"Well, I did say you need to be taught a lesson. This is part of that lesson."
One final time she brought me to the brink, then stopped. She picked up my chastity cage and locked it back in place.
"Come by in a few days," she giggled, "maybe I'll let you finish."
I stumbled back to my dorm room. Each step reminded me of my aching need. My cock strained against the chastity cage, desperate for release after Chloe's repeated denials. The memory of her hands on me, bringing me so close only to stop, made me shudder with frustrated desire.
God, I needed to come so badly. Even a ruined orgasm would be better than this endless ache. But Chloe had been clear—no release, not even a partial one. This was my punishment, and deep down, I knew I deserved it.
The guilt over betraying her trust with my reckless behavior gnawed at me. She'd put so much effort into training me, guiding me, and I'd thrown it back in her face. The denial of pleasure was more than just a punishment—it was a lesson in trust and obedience.
My whole body felt like a loaded spring, ready to explode at the slightest touch. The chastity cage seemed impossibly tight. Every movement made me more and more frustrated.
And yet... there was something right about this denial. Chloe knew what I needed better than I did. She always had. The ache in my groin, the desperate need for release—it was all part of her plan to make me better, stronger, more disciplined.
I collapsed onto my bed, breathing heavily. The denial hurt, but it was a good kind of hurt. The kind that reminded me who I belonged to, who controlled my pleasure. This was what I needed—what I craved, even if my body screamed for release.
My fingers touched the leather of my collar, and I felt a wave of gratitude. Chloe's control, her discipline, her denial—it was all making me into something more than I was before. The frustration was just another step on that journey.
I lay on my bed, lost in thought, when Jacob walked in. He dropped his art supplies by his desk and turned to face me.
"Hey, Martin. Listen, I wanted to say I'm sorry for being so harsh with you the other night."
I sat up, shaking my head. "It's okay. I deserved it. I had time to think about it, and I realized I shouldn't have panicked. Everything would have been alright if I'd just stayed calm."
Jacob's eyebrows shot up. "That's... not quite the outcome I was expecting." He scratched his head. "But anyway, I wanted to ask if you'd like to come to an art exhibit at the gallery?"
"The gallery?" My heart skipped a beat. "You mean THAT gallery? Where you have those private parties?"
"Well, yeah, that one." Jacob laughed. "But no BDSM party. In fact, none of the paintings will be related to that at all. Want to come?"
I walked into the gallery with Jacob, the stark white walls and polished wooden floors creating a pristine backdrop for the artwork. Track lighting cast focused beams on each piece, making the colors pop against the neutral space.
"This is where I spend most of my free time," Jacob said, gesturing to the open space. "Each student gets their own section to display their work."
I followed him past landscapes rendered in bold oils, abstract pieces splashed with vibrant colors, and detailed portraits that seemed to watch us as we passed.
"Your work is amazing," I said, stopping in front of one of Jacob's paintings—a serene riverside scene with incredible detail in the water's reflection.
"Thanks. I've been experimenting with different techniques for capturing light on water." Jacob pointed to the subtle variations in blue and green. "See how the colors blend here?"
A small group of students gathered nearby, discussing a large abstract piece. Jacob waved them over.
"Martin, these are some of my classmates. This is Lisa, Marcus, and Devon."
"Your technique with water is getting better," Lisa said to Jacob. "Have you tried using glazing to build up the layers?"
"I'm still learning that," Jacob admitted. "The transparency is tricky to get right."
"What do you think of the exhibition?" Devon asked me.
"It's incredible. I never realized how much work goes into creating these effects." I studied a nearby portrait. "The way the light hits the subject's face—it looks so real."
"That's Marcus's work," Jacob said. "He specializes in portraiture."
"I love how art can capture a moment," Marcus explained. "Every expression tells a story."
We moved through the gallery, stopping at different pieces while Jacob and his classmates discussed techniques and inspirations. I found myself drawn to the way they talked about their work, their passion evident in every gesture and explanation.
"The key is finding your own style," Lisa said, showing me her series of cityscapes. "These started as traditional architectural studies, but I wanted to capture the energy of urban life, not just the buildings."
I nodded, understanding for the first time how art could be both personal expression and technical skill.
The evening continued with more discussions as we moved through the gallery. I watched, fascinated, as two students debated the merits of oil versus acrylic paints. One pointed at brush strokes on her canvas, explaining how oils let her blend colors right on the surface.
A group gathered around a charcoal drawing, where the artist demonstrated his shading technique. His fingers moved across the paper, smudging lines into soft shadows. I'd never thought about how a simple piece of burnt wood could create such depth.
In another corner, Jacob pulled me over to see a student's digital art display. The tablet screen showed layer after layer being built up to create a final image. "See how she uses color to guide your eye?" Jacob said. "The warm tones pull you right to the focal point."
I found myself touching my collar, grounding myself as I absorbed all these new concepts. Each conversation revealed another aspect of art I'd never considered—the way light could change a mood, how negative space could tell its own story, the careful balance of colors across a canvas.
The cool dungeon air raised goosebumps on my naked skin as I stood on the cross before Chloe. Last time, she had denied me any release at all, leaving me aching in my chastity cage. But today felt different.
"You've learned your lesson about trust," Chloe said, her fingers trailing down my chest. "I think you deserve a small reward."
My heart raced. Even the promise of a ruined orgasm sounded awesome. The past week of denial had left me desperate for any kind of release.
"Thank you, Chloe," I whispered, my voice trembling.
She unlocked my chastity cage, and I gasped at the sensation of freedom.
"You've been so good," she said, her strokes slow and measured. "Even when I denied you completely, you accepted your punishment."
I closed my eyes, overwhelmed by the building pressure. Every touch from Chloe felt magnified after so long in the chastity cage. My legs shook as she brought me closer to the edge.
"Please," I begged, I still wasn't sure she'd let me have an orgasm this time. I could only hope.
"You're fortunate to have someone who cares enough to teach you proper discipline," she said, increasing her pace. "Aren't you?"
"Yes, Chloe. So fortunate." The words came out between ragged breaths.
Just as I approached the point of no return, she removed her hand. The ruined orgasm washed over me in a weak wave, leaving me frustrated yet grateful. The denial of full pleasure reminded me of my place, of how lucky I was to have Chloe guiding me through both punishment and reward.
She locked the chastity cage back in place while I was still twitching from the aftermath. "Thank you for teaching me," I said, meaning every word.
After cleaning myself up and getting dressed, I followed Chloe through another doorway in the dungeon. This chamber was different—smaller, more intimate, with dim lighting and a comfortable chair in the center.
"I have something else planned for you," Chloe said, her voice carrying a hint of excitement.
"Have you ever heard of hypnosis?" she asked.
"Sure, like in a circus or during a stage performance," I replied, thinking of the cheesy shows I'd seen.
"Yeah," Chloe smiled, "but it's actually a lot more than that. It can do way more." She gestured for me to sit in the chair. "I want to try it on you."
My cock strained against the chastity cage at the thought. "Like you want to make me act like a chicken, or something?" I joked nervously.
Chloe laughed. "That's a brilliant idea! I'll make you act like a chicken, but during class."
I chuckled, assuming she was joking. This couldn't possibly work.
"Do you consent?" she asked, her tone suddenly serious.
"Sure, sure," I said, still grinning. "This won't work anyway."
Chloe positioned herself in front of me. "Focus on my eyes."
I stared into those beautiful blue eyes, losing myself in their depths. Her voice seemed to fade away, becoming distant, but those eyes remained crystal clear. My eyelids grew heavy. I blinked once, twice...
Then I jerked back to awareness.
"We're done," Chloe announced.
"Done with what?" I asked, surprised to find myself achingly aroused. "Nothing happened."
"Nothing?" Chloe's laugh held a dangerous edge. "We'll see about that."