Rachel claims her pet, then takes him for a walk

Rachel snapped the collar around Sam’s neck with a smile. It locked into place. “That’s a timed lock. It’ll open on its own at the end of the year, otherwise only the faculty can remove it.” Sam opened his mouth but then remembered he was ordered not to speak. She noticed this and her smile widened. “Good. You’re learning.”

Next she reached into her bag and pulled out a contraption of wire and metal. Sam’s eyes widened in fear as he saw it, though he wasn’t sure what it was.

“This,” Rachel said, “is a chasity belt, also known as a cock cage. I’m locking you up 24:7. From here on out you won’t be using that pathetic little nub of your for anything but your bathroom needs. Of course, by the time I’m done with you it won’t be very useful anyway but we’ll save that for later. Don’t worry though, I’m not cruel, you’ll get to orgasm as much as you like—and then some.” Her face took a mean look as she said that, and Sam had a good idea of how she meant for him to cum. His face must have shown his fear because she said “Relax, pretty soon you’ll be so hooked on futa cum you’d take a telephone pole up the ass for me. And you just might. You have a nice fat ass. You’ll make a wonderful sissy.” Sam was not reassured, but at this point he was already broken.

She locked the cage around his dick, then grabbed a set of pads for his hands and knees. “Like I said, I’m not cruel. You’re gonna be crawling a lot today, and these will save you knees so much wear and tear.” She attached the pads. “Now what do you say to mistress for the nice things she given you?” Sam swallowed the last of his pride and said “Thank you Miss Sparks.” She smiled. “For what?” “For the pads that protect my hands and knees.” “And?” He knew what she wanted but that made it no less painful. “And for the collar and cage. I really appreciate them.” She stood up, triumphant. “Good pet, now let’s go show you off.” She grabbed a leash and hooked it to his collar, leading him outside