When Kyle first saw his girlfriend taking it from Alexander that night, he felt tears forming in his eyes. But he didn't have time to cry before Alexander started barking orders at him, and having his way with the couple. Kyle and Allison went home that night, sneaking so that the mess on their faces wouldn't be noticed, and they each had only enough energy left to clean up and say good night to one another before falling into a slumber; a dreamless one for Kyle and a restless one for Allison. The next morning there was a wedge between them. It wasn't that they were angry or cold toward one another. They just weren't sure exactly what to say. They had new identities now, and it would take some time before they could settle into them.
This was Saturday morning, and for the rest of the weekend they maintained their distance while treating one another with the utmost respect. On Sunday night, Kyle made the two hour drive back to his college. When he was only five minutes out the door, Allison sent a brief text message. She had hardly set down her phone when it gave an angry buzz from the desk. She sent another message, and put the phone to sleep, catching the reflection of her smirk on the dark screen. She packed her bag - enough clothes for one night - and headed out the door. That night, Kyle could only guess why his texts and phone calls remained unanswered.
Allison maintained her long distance relationship with Kyle, while spending her leisure time with Alexander.
"Do you love him?" he had asked her once.
"Of course I do," she'd responded.
"And do you love me?" he asked, heart pounding.
"Alexander, you're a monster, and only a monster could love you. I don't think I'm a monster. Not yet. But, you're a sexy monster." And she climbed on top of him and rode his cock until he was about to cum. Then, she finished him off with her mouth and swallowed everything while he held her head down against him.
They talked about her boyfriend, Kyle, often.
"Kyle was so cute today," she had said once while talking with Alexander on the phone. "I had him buy a chastity cage, and he's had it on for a week now. Well, I told him I would be going over there, to your apartment, tomorrow. He asked if I would let him cum, and you know what I told him?"
"What?" Alexander said.
"That it would be your decision," she said.
Alexander was quiet at this, thinking, and after a minute he spoke.
"I will let him cum, then, but under several conditions. See, I want Kyle to know that he is less your boyfriend, and more our pet. Wouldn't you agree?"
"I would," she responded. Her pupils dilated and her breaths shortened.
"Good. Now here are my conditions. You can relate them to him. The first, everything that comes out of his dick ends up in his mouth, then in his stomach. Have him wear a condom and drink it out when he finishes. The second, he has to watch the whole thing. We can Skype him. And the third and most important condition, before any of this happens I need a written paper from him describing his position in the relationship. I want to make sure he knows that he is nothing more than an animal to me, and I suspect that he is not much more to you, either."
"Alexander, you're right. The worst part is, he loves it. He loves the whole thing! How can I go on respecting a man who wants another man to take control of his partner? I love him, yes, but I can't respect him."
"Give him the assignment, Allison. Make sure he proclaims his devotion to you and his subservience to me. We will chain him by his own masochism." And at that he hung up. That night Allison paced and paced back and forth in her dorm room. Her roommate dismissed it as test anxiety, and went on texting her Greg. Allison was deliberating how she would phrase the text message to her boyfriend. She'd prefer a phone call, if only there were some way of finding privacy at this God-damned college! But a text it must be. She began: