Day 7: Chloe (The Scene Begins)

You took a breath and reached for your belt. There was something surreal about doing this in front of two women who weren’t even pretending to be seduced. Chloe was all sharp lines and intent, already checking your tablet’s camera alignment as you undressed. Kailani leaned against the edge of the bed, watching like this was foreplay for a completely different kink—hers was dominance, but this? This was performance.

By the time you stripped down to nothing, Chloe had locked the tablet’s camera onto the center of the room, adjusted the exposure, and tapped the screen to begin a framing test. Her precision was cold, professional—exactly what you’d expected.

Kailani tilted her head, eyes drifting over your form. Then she gave a low whistle.

“Mmm. Not bad,” she murmured. “You ever want to be put through your paces again, you know where my stream is.”

You smirked. “I don't know whether to be excited or terrified by that!”

Despite herself, Chloe gave a short, amused chuckle. You guessed she was well aware of what Kailani was like.

She pointed to the chair. You moved slowly, every nerve on fire, and sat.

The rope came next—soft cotton, but drawn taut. She bound your wrists first, anchoring them to the chair’s arms with mechanical care. Then your thighs, your ankles. She crouched to secure your calves, checking tension, tightening. A few knots tugged into pressure-points—just shy of pain, but far past comfort.

She looked up. “It’s going to be tight. I can’t risk you flinching or trying to act like this means something.”

You nodded once.

“You can back out,” she said.

“No,” you replied quietly. “If this is what you need, I’m here for it.”

She tightened the last knot.

You couldn’t move.

Kailani stepped over and wordlessly pulled a half-face black mask from her bag, slipping it over your eyes and upper cheeks. Your mouth and jaw remained exposed. You could breathe. You just couldn’t see much now.

“House rule,” Kailani said softly. “We always protect identity. Unless it’s her.” She jerked her head toward Chloe.

Chloe lifted her chin slightly. “I don’t hide.”

Then she hit the record button.

For a few seconds there was only the sound of the room’s hum, and then Chloe stepped into the camera frame with perfect poise.

“Well hey there, College Spread,” she said, a smirk tugging at her mouth. “Looks like your boy here is about to get used for my OnlyFans. He’s playing the BDSM card—and I'm his domme.”

She gave a tiny wink to the tablet, then glanced over her shoulder.

“Count in,” she muttered to herself.

“Three… two…”

She inhaled, smile switching like a light to something meant for a different audience entirely.

“Hey ladies,” she purred, this time to the camera. “Welcome back. So—this is a weird one for me. I’ve never been interested in guys. Not once. Not ever. Girls are just... better. More beautiful. More everything.”

She walked a slow circle around the chair, heels clicking softly.

“But I’ve always wondered,” she continued. “What does a cock feel like when you ride it? Is it different from my toys? From my glass, my metal, my silicone? Does warmth change the shape of things?”

She trailed a fingertip down your chest as she passed.

“So today… I’m finding out.”

Chloe stopped beside the camera and leaned in close, eyes dark and full of amusement.

“But let’s be very clear: he doesn’t matter. Not as a person. Not as a lover. He’s a toy. A test. I’m not here to enjoy him—I’m here to compare him.”

She turned again, facing you, voice sharp now.

“Don’t get any ideas,” she said, loud enough for the audio to pop. “This isn’t about you. This is a science experiment. You’re the variable. And I'm the control.”

Then she pivoted back to the camera and her smile returned.

“Of course… if I'm going to try this, I definitely need a little warming up. So I brought help.”

She snapped her fingers lightly.

“Enter the famous HellInHeels cam girl herself, Kaiju.”

Kailani stepped into frame with a predator’s grace. She was already in lingerie—black straps, her mask over her upper face, and a grin curling behind it like she was born for the spotlight. She walked to Chloe, brushed a hand down her arm, and leaned in.

Their kiss was slow. Luxurious.

You felt your cock twitch uselessly as Chloe melted against her—soft curves pressing, lips parting, a low moan humming in the air like the start of a song.

Kailani kissed her again, slower this time, with hands that slid under Chloe’s shirt and worked it up over her shoulders. Chloe let her, graceful and passive, body a canvas. The shirt dropped. The bra came next. Then Chloe’s hands moved in return—just as precise, just as hungry.

You couldn’t do anything. You couldn’t look away.

You were **** to watch as the two women undressed each other in teasing increments, their touches tender and hot all at once. Chloe’s thighs pressed against Kailani’s. Their hands roamed, slow and exploratory. There was a sweetness between them, but also purpose—an ease that said this wasn’t just for show. You got the feeling these two were far from strangers.

This was real.

Your erection grew, hard and aching, pinned by the ropes and the sheer sense of helplessness.

This wasn’t your scene. This wasn’t your fantasy.

It was hers.

And you were just the next toy on the shelf.