Krystal May's Mistake

The apartment was silent but for the rhythmic, wet slap of flesh echoing faintly off the hardwood floor and pale walls. The hum of the ring light cast a clinical glow across the living room, illuminating the full-length mirror Eli had dragged from the bedroom and propped up next to the couch. He knelt in front of it, back arched, shoulders trembling, thighs spread wide. Beneath him, suctioned to the coffee table, a glistening black dildo flexed and swayed with each bounce of his hips.

He had been careful. Obsessively so.

Since Chloe left four days ago for the regional training conference in San Antonio, Eli had taken to living out his secret shame in totality--his entire reality confined to the persona he only whispered to himself in the darkest corners of his mind: Krystal-May.

Krystal wore sheer white thigh-highs that rolled slightly at the top of her soft, hairless thighs. A pink vinyl maid dress hugged her torso like shrink-wrap, the fake bust padded and bouncing obscenely as she moved. Long acrylic nails clicked lightly against the keyboard earlier as she greeted her viewers. Her makeup was heavy, slutty--deep purple lips, glittered lids, a choker that read "SISSY" in rhinestones. A strawberry-blonde wig cascaded in fake curls around her flushed face. She smelled like drugstore perfume and lubricant. The pink cage around her cock pulsed lightly with every bounce, the plug she'd worn for days now freshly removed, leaving her embarrassingly loose and dribbling down her thighs.

Krystal-May had been streaming on and off since Chloe left, always careful to crop her cam low, framing only from her collarbone down. She kept the mirror angled to give a better view of her ass as it impaled itself over and over. The viewers loved it. Their chat scroll was rapid and demeaning. Krystal lived for it.

Tonight, the scene was especially intense--her body already trembling from the second hour of bouncing. She'd planned it. A long session. The final one before she would clean everything, scrub herself raw, and erase any trace before Chloe returned tomorrow. Eli had even planned a grocery run early that morning to make the apartment look lived-in but sterile, in case Chloe got suspicious.

But then the message had come through--buried between anonymous usernames and emojis.

dante713: "yo ma, u keep this energy u gon end up out on Bissonnet wit da rest of my bitches."

The words had jolted Krystal. Not just the tone, but the implication--so direct, so rough, so perfectly humiliating. She'd paused, cheeks burning, then slowly typed back:

Krystal-May: "please don't joke like that Daddy..."

But the moment stayed with her. Her hole clenched involuntarily. Shame pooled with the arousal.

She had adjusted the mirror slightly. Lowered the angle. More bounce. More cheeks.

And now, with slick thighs quivering, her vision blurry with effort and the haze of being used by the toy for hours, she leaned back slightly too far--her hair tossed in a dramatic swing of bimbo affectation. The webcam fell. She grabbed it. But it was too late.

The cam had caught the full image of her head. Her face.

Just a second.

Just enough.

She froze.

She clicked frantically at the keyboard. The stream paused. Then ended. Her body still trembled on top of the dildo as her mind panicked, trying to recall how long the exposure lasted. She opened her archive viewer and scrubbed back through the last ten minutes of footage. Her heart sank. Just before ending the stream, her whole face was visible for nearly three seconds. Hair askew. Mouth parted in mid-moan. That stupid pink choker gleaming.

"Oh fuck," Eli whispered. The voice that emerged wasn't Krystal's. It was high and cracking and terrified.

His hand reached for the mouse to delete the archive file completely, but the chat log was already being screenshotted. One of the viewers had even commented:

dante713: "nice face babygurl. now I kno what u look like when u beg."

Eli stared in horror. Had he said anything identifying? Mentioned Houston? No, he had always been careful. But the face. That was enough. That could be matched. Traced.

He slumped off the dildo with a gasping sob, knees sticky against the hardwood. The suctioned toy wobbled as it released its hold on his body. He clutched his chest, his breath uneven. Panic settled in--cold and clammy.

He fumbled for his phone. He didn't know why. Maybe to check if Chloe had messaged. Maybe to call someone. But the screen was clean. Just the time--11:38 PM.

He stared at himself in the mirror. Face flushed, sweaty, tear-streaked. Wig tangled. Makeup smeared. His thighs slicked with spit and lube and shame.

And he was still hard inside the cage.

Even now.

Even after the terror.

He let out a choked sob and crawled to the bathroom, clutching the base of the dildo with shaking hands. He had to clean up. Burn the outfit. Wipe the mirror. Delete everything. Pray it hadn't been recorded.

Back in the living room, the stream window remained open, frozen on the last frame: Krystal's flushed face caught in full display, mouth mid-plea, collar shining like a brand.

And somewhere across town, a man with gold teeth and a thick Houston accent replayed the clip and smirked.

The key scraped in the lock.

Eli froze mid-scrub, clutching a soapy washcloth in one hand, the other gripping the pink dildo he'd been frantically trying to clean. His heart slammed into his chest with a sickening thud.

Chloe wasn't supposed to be home. Not until tomorrow. She was in San Antonio, three hours away. That was the plan.

The door opened with an unmistakable creak. Voices followed--two of them. Female. Laughter, the rustle of handbags and heels on hardwood.

Eli's stomach dropped. His breath caught in his throat. He darted back toward the bedroom, naked but for the cage, the smeared makeup, and the tangled wig half-slipping off his scalp. He made it two steps before the pink vinyl of his dress--still unzipped and clinging to his hips--snagged the edge of the coffee table. He tripped forward and hit the floor with a slap of flesh against wood.

Then silence.

Then a shrill voice, unmistakable, slicing through the quiet like broken glass: "What the actual FUCK?!"

Chloe stood in the doorway, stunned into slack-jawed silence beside another woman--taller, cruel-looking, her black work heels sharp against the polished floor, long acrylic nails curling around a Starbucks cup like talons.

Eli tried to scramble up, slipping in a trail of slick from earlier. The dildo skittered across the floor like a grotesque pink baton.

"Chloe--Chloe, I--I thought you were coming back tomorrow--"

He was crying before he finished the sentence.

Chloe blinked, then looked around the room--her mind connecting the dots: ring light, camera, lube, stained towels, the enormous dildo, the mirror. Her face went pale, then deep crimson. Her eyes locked on the pink plastic cage encasing his erection.

"Oh my fucking God," she hissed. "Are you kidding me, Eli?!"

The other woman stepped forward, eyes scanning Eli's trembling form from top to bottom. Her lips curled in disgust.

"Girl. What the hell is that?" she drawled. Her voice was sharp, mocking, and loud.

Eli covered himself, tears spilling now, trying to shrink against the floor.

Chloe snapped out of her daze and slammed her purse onto the table. "Are you streaming this shit? Is that what this is?" She spun toward the laptop, still open on the couch. The screen showed the interface from earlier--the paused window of Krystal-May mid-bounce, face in full view, mouth agape in pleasure.

The colleague leaned in and clicked a key. The stream resumed momentarily, just enough to play back Eli's final seconds of exposure. The moan. The wig flip. The desperate "Daddy, please..."

Chloe covered her mouth in horror.

Her friend? She laughed. A mean, high-pitched cackle.

"You little perv bitch," she spat at Eli, stepping closer. "You streamin' that nasty shit online? In her apartment? With your lil' dick locked up like that? What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Eli sobbed, unable to answer, mascara running in black streaks down his face.

Chloe whirled on him. "How long has this been going on? Huh? What is this? Some kind of secret... bimbo cam whore thing?"

Eli curled in tighter, shaking. "I--I didn't mean for you to find out like this--I thought you were gone until tomorrow--"

"Oh, fuck you, Eli!" Chloe snapped. "We left early because my boss Madison got sick! We drove back five hours straight so I could sleep in my own bed and not deal with another goddamn hotel air conditioner! And this is what I come home to?"

She pointed toward the dildo on the floor, quivering slightly as if mocking the silence.

Her friend crouched beside him, lips close to his ear. "You like that? Huh, little pink princess?" she sneered. "You like putting on slut makeup and riding black dick on camera?"

Eli tried to look away, but her nails dug into his cheek.

"You're gonna answer me when I talk to you, bimbo."

Chloe grabbed a towel and threw it at him. "Clean your mess up. Now. And don't you dare take that thing off your dick. We are going to talk."

Eli nodded, trembling, hands fumbling with the towel, wiping at the slick mess on the floor.

"You're disgusting," Chloe muttered, pacing. "You're actually fucking disgusting."

Her friend laughed again, standing. "Nah, girl, this is beyond disgusting. This is some used-up trash type behavior. Like, ghetto Houston whore trash. Ain't no comin' back from this."

Chloe ran a hand through her hair, then looked back at her still-naked boyfriend. The sight of him--wig askew, thighs slick, crying in a maid dress--sickened her. "I don't even know who you are."

Eli curled tighter, his shame red-hot and pulsing.

"You know what?" Chloe snapped. "You want to be some online slut? Fine. But we're gonna do this on my terms now. You don't just get to humiliate me and expect me to act like this didn't happen."

Her friend nodded, eyes gleaming. "Hell yeah. He wanna act like a bitch, we gon' treat him like one."

Eli sobbed silently, the humiliation wrapping around him like a vice.

Chloe slammed the bedroom door behind her so hard the he thought the frame cracked. Eli flinched at the sound, still kneeling half-naked in the living room, the cold hardwood burning into his knees. The silence that followed was crushing.

Her friend--Lexi, Eli now remembered, a loud woman from Chloe's job he'd only met twice--hadn't moved. She remained standing just inside the apartment, arms crossed, her smirk barely concealed. Her sharp brown eyes roamed over Eli's form like she was appraising a carcass on a slab.

"You still hard in that little cage?" she said flatly.

Eli ducked his head. His voice was high, ragged. "Please... just--please don't tell anyone."

Lexi laughed. It was the same harsh bark as before, cold and mean. "Sweetie. You already showed everyone."

She sauntered toward the mirror he hadn't yet moved. The streaks of lube, the crooked reflection of the coffee table, the slick dildo--everything told a story of filth. Of planning. Of indulgence.

Lexi turned back, tilting her head. "How long you been doin' this nasty shit behind Chloe's back?"

Eli couldn't answer. He stared at the corner of the rug, chest heaving.

She chuckled again. "What's the name you go by? Bet you got a cute lil' camgirl name, huh? Like Candy or Bambi or... somethin' real slutty."

Eli shook his head. "I'm not... I didn't mean for this to happen--"

"You mean for what to happen? For Chloe to catch you dressed like a dollar-store whore with lube dripping down your ass? For your little bitch dick to be locked up in pink plastic while you ride a dick for strangers online?"

Her voice was rising. Each sentence cracked like a whip. Eli felt it physically--flinching with every insult.

Lexi leaned down, inches from his ear. "You. Got. Caught."

Eli's body shuddered. Tears welled up again. The pink cage throbbed painfully.

Lexi stood and called out toward the bedroom. "Girl, you gotta see this pathetic little bitch now. He's cryin'."

The door cracked open and Chloe stepped out, barefoot now, hair wild, face flushed from anger--or maybe confusion. She looked different. Less shocked. Less shaken. Like something in her had already started hardening.

Her eyes fell on Eli. Still trembling. Still kneeling. Still too ashamed to speak.

"I told you to clean that fucking mess," she said.

He moved immediately, crawling to the dildo and towels again, trying to mop up the puddles of shame and lube that stained the floor. His fingers slipped, still sticky, still slick. Every moment felt unreal. Every glance he caught of himself in the mirror sent another pulse of shame straight through him.

Chloe sat on the edge of the couch, arms crossed. Lexi remained standing, arms folded like a supervisor watching a janitor mop.

"I don't even know where to start," Chloe said at last. "You've been lying to me. Every time I was out of town?"

Eli kept his eyes down. "I... I'm sorry."

"Sorry?" she snapped. "You dressed up like this--like some fucktoy caricature of a woman--and streamed it. To strangers."

"It's not like that--"

"Then what is it like, Eli? Huh?" Her voice cracked on his name like it disgusted her. "You wanna be a sissy? A fucking cumrag for random men on the internet?"

Lexi added with a scoff, "Girl, look at the size of that fake dick he was ridin'. He don't want to be a man. He wanna be used like a hoe."

Eli whimpered.

Chloe's voice lowered but didn't soften. "Is that what turns you on? Being humiliated?"

He didn't answer.

She stood abruptly, pacing the room. "What if my parents had stopped by? What if a neighbor saw something? What if my job found out?"

"I was careful," Eli mumbled.

Lexi laughed again. "Yeah, real careful. Until you showed your face. Dante loved it."

Eli's head snapped up.

Chloe blinked. "What?"

Lexi waved at the laptop screen. "Yeah, the cam fell over. His face on display for all of those perverts. One of the dudes in the chat kept calling himself 'Dante.' Said somethin' about Bissonnet. Like a threat but also a promise."

Chloe scowled and picked up the laptop. She scanned the chat log, lips parting as she read:

dante713: "nice face babygurl. now I kno what u look like when u beg."

Her brows furrowed. "This... this guy's watched your stuff before?"

Eli's stomach dropped.

"I don't know," he whispered. "Maybe. I--sometimes the names change."

Lexi snorted. "Oh, he know you now. Believe that."

Chloe looked up slowly. Her face had shifted again. From rage to something else. A kind of calculating horror.

"You were getting off on this, weren't you? The risk. The shame. You liked doing it behind my back."

Eli opened his mouth to deny it. Closed it again. Because it was true.

Chloe turned to Lexi. "I can't believe this."

Lexi shrugged. "You wanna know what I think?"

"What?"

"You got a nasty little bitch-boy who wants to be degraded. And he got fans. Men who wanna own him. You can't put that genie back in the bottle."

Chloe stared at Eli. Silent. Then at the laptop again.

Somewhere in the backlog of messages, dante713 had sent one more line just before the stream shut off:

"U already mine now. Just a matter of time."

Eli sat curled at the base of the couch, hugging his knees, the vinyl of his pink maid dress creased awkwardly around his thighs. The air was thick with tension--oppressive, suffocating. His makeup was ruined, streaked with tears and sweat, clownish now. The wig had fallen off as he tried to clean up. Without it, he looked less like Krystal-May and more like a weak, exposed boy in drag. A pitiful little secret dragged into the light.

Across the room, Chloe sat frozen, eyes still locked on the message from dante713. She hadn't spoken in several minutes. Her phone buzzed from inside her purse, but she ignored it. Lexi was the only one moving now--pacing slowly behind the couch, sharp heels clicking in even, menacing rhythm.

"You need to block that motherfucker," Chloe muttered finally, voice hollow.

Eli wiped his nose. "I--I will. I just need to--delete the account. Delete everything."

Lexi snorted. "Yeah, sure. Like he ain't already got your face saved in three different group chats."

Chloe snapped, standing up so suddenly the laptop slipped from her knees. "Goddammit, Lexi! Stop!"

Lexi didn't flinch. She held up her hands. "Hey. I'm just sayin'. You mad at me 'cause he's out here spreadin' his cheeks for a webcam? Don't be mad at the truth."

Eli whimpered, burying his face in his hands.

Chloe paced a few steps, then turned to Eli. "How long?" Her voice cracked on the question.

"I..." He hesitated, ashamed. "Since January. When you started traveling more."

She laughed once--dry and bitter. "Unbelievable. While I was busting my ass, you were prancing around in heels and streaming like a cheap pornstar in our living room."

Lexi chimed in. "Ain't even good porn either. Shit was sad. I've seen street hoes with more dignity."

Chloe threw a hand toward Eli. "And this? What is this? The cage? The dress? You're like some sissy drag queen on drugs."

Eli couldn't answer. The pink cage throbbed from inside its plastic prison, tighter than ever from the shame and the ache.

"What the hell even is Krystal-May?" Chloe spat. "You invented a whole slut name for this? Jesus, Eli."

Lexi leaned against the wall, arms crossed. "Nah, don't use his name no more. Not after tonight. That ain't Eli. That's Krystal now. Krystal-May. Got the wig, the tramp dress, the whole slut starter kit."

"Stop," Eli croaked, voice barely audible.

Chloe tilted her head. "You still think you get to ask for anything right now?"

Eli's throat closed. He didn't respond.

Lexi moved to the couch, picked up the laptop, and began scrolling through archived footage with casual cruelty. "Damn, girl. You see this one from two nights ago? He got a whole routine. Slides in like he's goin' to work. Pops the plug out, sets up the light, checks the angle..."

Chloe looked nauseated. "Don't."

But she didn't stop her.

Eli trembled as Lexi clicked again. "You know this one got like eight hundred views? These dudes paying for this shit. Look at the tips."

She flipped the screen toward Chloe.

Chloe blinked. "He made--what, seventy bucks off that?"

Lexi grinned. "More like a hundred. In just one stream."

They both looked at Eli.

"Is this how you were buying that extra weed?" Chloe asked, almost laughing. "Streaming as Krystal-May?"

He nodded, barely.

Lexi sat down next to Chloe, her voice dropping low, conspiratorial. "You ever think about what you could do with a freak like this?"

Chloe blinked. "What?"

Lexi leaned in, her eyes sharp. "I mean, look at him. You already lost all respect for him. He's out here sucking imaginary dick on camera, beggin' for 'Daddy' to use him. You could make him do shit."

Eli looked up, horror flashing in his eyes.

Chloe hesitated. "Like what?"

Lexi smirked. "Make him clean your place dressed like that. Make him do your laundry in six-inch heels. Let your friends come over and laugh at him while he scrubs the floor."

"That's fucked up," Chloe whispered. But her expression had changed. It wasn't anger anymore--it was calculation. Revenge turning slowly like gears behind her eyes.

Lexi's voice dropped even lower. "Or hell... why stop there? Let him keep streamin'. Except you control it. You pick the outfits. You approve the shows. Let 'Daddy Dante' pay you next time."

Chloe stared at her, stunned. "You want me to pimp him?"

Lexi leaned back, grinning. "Not quite. But you don't have to do anything stupid. Just keep the leash tight. See where it goes."

Eli looked up, face wet. "Please..."

Chloe turned to him. "You humiliated me in my own home. Lied for months. Used my things. And now you want me to pretend it didn't happen?"

"I'll delete it," he whispered. "All of it."

Lexi clicked open another window. "Too late, sweetie. You belong to the internet now."

On the screen, the chat log scrolled back into view.

dante713:

"Pink sissy look good on cam. Bitch keep this up, I'ma come pick you up my damn self."

Chloe read it.

Then again.

The living room stank of lube and cheap perfume. A stain darkened the throw rug near the couch, where Eli had been kneeling just minutes ago. The laptop screen had gone dark again, but the weight of what had passed through it still hung in the air like smog--filthy, thick, clinging to the walls. Eli sat cross-legged now, trembling. Nothing to conceal the pink cage, or the mascara tears caked to his cheeks, or the sick shame still clenching his gut.

Chloe hadn't spoken in nearly ten minutes.

She sat stiffly in the armchair across from him, staring. Her eyes weren't filled with tears anymore--just something harder. Cold and exacting. Her friend Lexi had cracked open one of Chloe's ciders from the fridge, now sipping it leisurely like she owned the place. Her legs were kicked up on the coffee table, right next to the drying dildo.

Chloe didn't move. Her voice came low. "You locked yourself up. Put that thing in your ass. Set up a whole camera rig. Pretended to be Krystal... while I was at a professional conference."

Eli's throat tightened. "I wasn't trying to hurt you."

"You think this isn't betrayal?" she snapped. "You think this is just some kink? Some hobby? This is perverted, Eli. Humiliating. And I've got my colleague over here. That's Lexi from my district office, not some drunk sorority sister!"

Lexi swirled the cider, unconcerned.

Lexi pointed at Eli with her bottle. "He said he's been streaming for months, right? Got subscribers. Tips. Followers. What if we flipped the script? Take control. Instead of him sneaking around like some rat in panties, you become the one calling the shots."

Eli's eyes widened. "Please... I won't do it again, I swear--"

Lexi raised a finger. "Nah. See, that's your first mistake. You ain't got choices anymore."

Chloe glanced at the laptop again. Then at Eli. She crossed her legs and leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees.

"Say I did take control," she said quietly. "Say I made the decisions from now on. You don't stream unless I say. You don't wear shit unless I approve it. You act out your dirty little fantasies, but only when I say so. Would you obey?"

Eli blinked. His heart pounded. He didn't know how to answer.

Lexi smirked. "Course he would. Look at him. Cryin' and twitchin' like a scared puppy. He wants to be used. It's written all over his pathetic little face."

Eli looked down. His thighs quivered involuntarily.

Chloe stood. Walked toward him. He tensed, expecting her to hit him--or spit on him. But she knelt instead, slowly, until her face was level with his.

"You owe me," she said.

Eli swallowed. "I--I know."

"You owe me everything," she said. "And if I say the only way to make it up to me is to turn your little fetish into a job, you'll do it."

His lips parted.

"You'll do it," Chloe repeated, "because otherwise I'll send that clip to your parents, your coworkers, every single person who ever knew the name Eli Foster."

Eli gasped. "You wouldn't--"

Lexi barked a laugh. "Boy, you must don't know her."

Chloe didn't flinch. "Try me."

He wilted. Nodded.

Lexi leaned back, sipping. "Now that's more like it."

Chloe stood again, staring down at him. "Good. So starting now, we do things my way. And you don't get to cry or beg or pretend it's not what you wanted all along."

She paused. "We start by choosing your next outfit."

Eli blinked.

"But--Chloe, please--I don't want to--"

"You don't get to 'want' anymore," she cut in. "You gave that up when you moaned for strangers while wearing my foundation."

Lexi added, "And when you called that man Daddy."

Eli's chest tightened. He shut his eyes. His shame was a storm.

Chloe turned away and picked up her phone from the counter. Opened the gallery. Scrolled to a screenshot of dante713's comment and the paused frame of Eli's exposed face.

She tapped it once.

Then just stared at it.

Lexi leaned toward her. "You thinking what I'm thinking?"

Chloe didn't answer.

The light filtering through the living room blinds felt surgical--bright, clean, merciless. They found Eli's secret stash, not a secret anymore. Eli stood in the center of the room like a specimen on display. His knees shook in the clear six-inch heels Lexi had picked. The mesh pink babydoll clung to his chest, transparent enough to reveal his flat, trembling chest beneath. A white garter belt clipped the sheer thigh-highs into place. The pink acrylic cage trapped his useless cock snug against his body, swaying slightly as he shifted weight from foot to foot.

Around his neck, Chloe had fastened a black leather collar. Chrome-ringed, snugly buckled. The engraved tag at the front read CUMDUMP in bold etched letters.

He wanted to crawl into himself and disappear.

Chloe sat across from him, phone in one hand, a lukewarm coffee in the other. She hadn't even looked at him since fastening the collar. Lexi was on the couch, legs crossed, grinning, swirling a cider like she was at brunch and not in the middle of someone's ruined life.

"This is so much better than Netflix," Lexi said.

Eli didn't speak.

Then Chloe's phone buzzed.

She tapped the screen, paused, then raised her eyebrows. "It's him again."

Lexi leaned over. "Dante?"

Chloe nodded slowly.

Eli's stomach flipped. "What did he say?"

Chloe read aloud, deadpan:

dante713:

"I'll put $200 down. Private 15 mins. Full face."

She looked up. "Two hundred."

Lexi snorted. "Two hundred? That ain't even grocery money."

Eli flinched. "I'm not--I'm not doing a private for him--"

Chloe cut in, sharp. "You don't get to decide anymore."

Lexi chuckled darkly. "Girl, I know that game. Lowball first. Try to see how desperate Krystal is. Thing is, he doesn't know she got caught by you, yet"

Chloe stared at the message, thumb hovering over the keyboard.

"You're not gonna respond yet, are you?" Lexi asked, tone shifting--less mocking now, more deliberate.

Chloe glanced at her. "No. Not yet."

Lexi leaned forward. "Good. You wanna play this right, you draw it out. Make him want it. Let him chase."

"I didn't ask for this. I didn't choose to have a boyfriend with a secret camwhore life, Eli. But now I have to live with it. And that means figuring out what I get out of it." Chloe said sharply.

Lexi smiled wide. "There she is."

Chloe looked back at the message. "What do I say to him?"

Lexi shrugged. "Nothing yet. You wait. Let him squirm. He'll sweeten the pot."

Chloe was quiet for a long moment. Then she looked up at Eli.

"You're going to do some chores. In that."

Eli blinked. "Wh--what kind of chores?"

Chloe set her coffee down. "Mop the floors. Clean the bathroom. Scrub the tub with that thing swinging between your legs. And Lexi's going to take pictures."

Lexi pulled out her phone, already grinning.

"For who?" Eli whispered.

Chloe just stared.

Eli's body sagged with the weight of humiliation. But he didn't resist.

As he turned toward the hall closet for cleaning supplies, Chloe unlocked her phone again and re-read Dante's message. She hovered over the reply box, thoughtful.

Lexi smiled. "Ask him what he really wants."

Eli's heels clicked softly across the hallway tile as he returned from the closet, arms burdened with a mop, bucket, spray bottles, and rags. His breathing was shallow, skin hot beneath the sheer pink mesh babydoll. The stiff collar chafed his throat with every movement. Each shift of his hips made the "CUMDUMP" tag bounce and clink softly, like an obscenely cruel bell announcing his place in the world now--less a man, more a thing to be used.

He avoided eye contact with both women. Chloe was still seated on the couch, phone in hand, one leg draped over the other. Lexi lounged nearby, now barefoot, casually flipping through the camera roll on her phone with one hand while sipping the cider with the other.

"Start with the bathroom," Chloe said coolly, without looking up. "It's disgusting. Scrub the tile grout."

"Yes, ma'am," Eli whispered automatically, then froze.

Lexi raised her eyebrows. "Ma'am, huh?"

Eli swallowed. "I--I just meant--"

Chloe tilted her head. "No. I like that." She pointed toward the hall. "Go on, Krystal."

As he scurried toward the bathroom, Chloe leaned back, phone resting on her knee. The silence was thick, save for the faint sloshing of water from the mop bucket and the soft grunt of Eli kneeling awkwardly in the tight dress.

Lexi leaned in close. "So what's the next move, girl?"

Chloe opened Dante's last message again. She stared at it, thoughtful.

She didn't type anything yet.

"I keep thinking," Chloe said slowly, "about what kind of man sends that message. Not just a horny creep. This one's different. He saw that stream, saw Eli's face, and he didn't just jerk off and move on.

Lexi smirked. "You think he's serious?"

Chloe nodded. "I think he's testing Krystal's boundaries, but he doesn't know Eli doesn't get to choose those anymore."

Lexi's tone lowered. "And will you?"

Chloe was quiet for a long moment.

"Yes, he is doing it, but not for two hundred."

Lexi grinned, wicked and approving. "That's my bitch."

In the bathroom, Eli was on his knees, pink skirt bunched around his waist, thighs slick with sweat and shame. The cage ached. He scrubbed the grout furiously, trying not to cry, trying not to think about what the women outside were discussing. But the word buy had echoed in his ears. And the tag on his collar--CUMDUMP--felt heavier with every passing second.

Chloe's voice cut through the apartment: "Lexi, go check on her. Make sure she's doing it right."

Her. Not him.

Lexi grinned. "Gladly."

She stood and sauntered down the hall, phone ready, camera already open. The flash went off before she even crossed the threshold. Eli gasped and turned away, but it was too late.

"Keep your ass up," Lexi barked. "You missed a spot. And show some posture--you ain't a sack of laundry."

Eli obeyed, trembling. His skirt rode up higher, revealing the pink cage and the split between his thighs. Lexi crouched down and snapped another shot.

"Oh yeah," she muttered. "That one's a keeper."

Back in the living room, Chloe was still staring at Dante's message.

She tapped the reply box.

Paused.

Then typed:

"This isn't Krystal May, this is her (former) girlfriend. I walked in on her little whore cam show. Not interested in 200. You want 15 minutes, you tell me what for. I decide if it's worth my time."

She hit send.

Lexi's voice floated down the hall. "Bend over more, Krystal. Let Mommy get a good shot of that little caged thing."

Chloe's phone buzzed again before Eli had even finished scrubbing around the base of the toilet. She glanced down at the screen and saw the reply:

dante713:

"Yeah. Send the link. I can pay more than that, you'll see. Trust me. That hoe fucked up getting caught. I like where this goin'."

No emojis. No pet names. Just a flat, confident sentence. Like he was ordering food. Like Eli--Krystal--was already his.

She stared at it for a long time, thumb hovering above the keyboard. Across the apartment, the sound of a camera shutter echoed off the tile again. Lexi was laughing.

"I said scrub, not fingerpaint," she taunted. "You missed a whole ass line of grout."

Chloe remained still, the weight of the moment heavy in her chest. She didn't reply to Dante right away. Instead, she stood and walked toward the hallway, heels quiet on the wood. She leaned against the doorway of the bathroom and looked in.

Eli was on all fours, ass up, pink mesh clinging to his sweaty back. His face was flushed, the cage throbbing visibly through the stretched fabric. The bottle of cleaner lay beside him, half-empty, the sponge gripped tight in his trembling hand.

Lexi glanced up and grinned. "Look what a good little worker you got."

Eli looked up at Chloe with wide, ashamed eyes. "I'm done after this, right? Please. This... this doesn't have to go any further."

Chloe just looked at him.

Her tone was dry. "No, Krystal. We're not done."

Eli's shoulders slumped.

Chloe looked to Lexi. "Set up the cam. Living room, wide shot. Keep her working for now."

Chloe turned to Eli. "Once the bathroom's done, you're going to clean the kitchen next. Then vacuum. In that outfit. And every time I ask you a question, you'll say, 'Yes, Miss Chloe.'"

Eli opened his mouth to protest. She raised a hand.

"Or I text Dante your address."

Silence.

He nodded.

"Yes... Miss Chloe."

Lexi giggled. "Girl, you sound like his dominatrix already."

Chloe didn't laugh. "I don't want to be anyone's dominatrix."

"Sure you do," Lexi said smoothly, adjusting the cam. "You just didn't know it yet."

Chloe stood in the living room. Everything looked normal. Neat. Familiar.

Except for the kneeling sissy in mesh cleaning behind her.

As Lexi positioned the camera, she whispered, "Let me tell you something. Men like Dante? They don't offer cash unless they smell potential. And he smells it. He sees how broken this one is. You could milk him for ten times what he offered."

Chloe didn't reply.

She was watching Eli shuffle around the living room, mop and bucket in hand, thighs trembling beneath the skirt.

It had been Chloe's idea. She hadn't even said a word when she brought it out from the bottom drawer. Still in its packaging. A new plug. Much larger. She said nothing. Just held it up in one hand and a bottle of cold lube in the other.

Lexi had grinned like a shark. "Oh, that's what she was missing."

Chloe had applied it herself. No gloves. No warnings. Just firm pressure and disgusted detachment. Eli had gasped and squirmed on all fours as the thick silicone plug forced its way back in. Bigger than the one he'd been using. Wider. Heavier. He'd never had the courage to use it before. Now he had no choice.

Now, plugged more than ever before, he felt stretched and shaky. His hole quivered tight around the base. Violated in a way that reached deeper than skin. The flared base of the plug pressed against the edge of his cage when he shifted, a constant reminder that his hole was no longer his own.

"Look at that posture," Lexi purred. "Cunt up, face down. You're a natural, Krystal."

He didn't respond. He couldn't. Chloe had told him not to speak unless spoken to--and to only answer with "Yes, Miss Chloe." The rules were her idea, but Lexi enforced them like a drill sergeant.

He picked up the rag and began scrubbing the baseboards beneath the entertainment center, arms trembling. Each motion pushed the plug deeper, making his thighs twitch, his back arch involuntarily. He hated that his body responded that way. Hated more that Lexi noticed.

"Aw, she's wiggling," Lexi teased. "That plug must be hittin' real nice."

Behind the camera, Chloe's phone buzzed again.

She lifted it, thumb unlocking the screen with practiced ease.

dante713:

"When that hoe gone be ready for Daddy?"

Chloe stared at it, blinking once. Her thumb hovered over the keyboard.

"Something good?" Lexi asked, without looking.

Chloe hesitated. "He wants her live. Full face. Now."

Eli looked back over his shoulder, lips trembling. "Miss Chloe... please don't..."

Lexi clapped her hands. "That's two broken rules."

Chloe walked forward, heels clicking on the hardwood. She crouched beside him, one hand gripping the base of his neck, forcing his face into the floor.

"I told you not to speak."

Eli whimpered. The plug shifted. His body betrayed him again.

"You don't get to beg," Chloe hissed near his ear. "You had privacy. You had trust. And you destroyed it."

She let go of his neck, then used the toe of her shoe to nudge his thighs farther apart.

Chloe stood and returned to the couch, rereading the messages.

Lexi leaned over her shoulder. "He wants a live session?"

Chloe stared at the phone.

Then, without looking away, she asked, "What would you do?"

Lexi took a long sip of cider. "Push him. Ask what he really wants. Not in money--yet. In specifics. Make him tell you his fantasy."

"And if it's worse than we expected?"

Lexi smirked. "Then you got leverage."

Eli had finished the baseboards and was now dusting the coffee table. His hands shook with each pass. The plug's weight kept his posture in check, hips swaying subtly under the sheer fabric.

Chloe opened the message box.

"You want Krystal in private, you tell me what you want to see. Every detail."

She stared at it.

Then tapped send.

Lexi gave an approving nod.

Eli looked up, catching Chloe's gaze.

Her voice was flat. "If he says yes, you'll do it. Exactly what he asks for."

He lowered his eyes.

"Yes, Miss Chloe."

Lexi turned to Chloe. "You really are good at this."

Chloe didn't answer.

But she didn't deny it either.

The reply came faster than either of them expected.

dante713:

"Full face in frame. Bounce on the black dildo hard. Hands behind head. I want to see it go in every time. She better smile."

Chloe read it aloud slowly, each word colder than the last. Her eyes stayed fixed on the screen, while Lexi grinned wide like a wolf baring her teeth.

"Woo," Lexi said, laughing softly. "He ain't playin' now."

Eli froze, rag in one hand, breath catching. He was trembling before, but now he felt hollow--his stomach bottomed out, his limbs gone weak.

Chloe looked over at him with a dead stare. "He wants to see you bounce like a hoe on the black dildo Krystal."

Eli's voice cracked through a whisper. "Please, Miss Chloe... not that... not with my face--"

Lexi stepped forward. "You shoulda thought about that when you turned on the cam in the first place."

"He wants to see it go in every time," Chloe repeated, tapping the message. "And he wants your face. Your moans. Your smile."

Eli buried his face in his hands, shaking. "Please don't make me--"

Chloe's voice sliced in. "You already made yourself."

Lexi added, "Nah, baby girl. You been bouncing on that thing in secret for weeks. Now Daddy just wants what's his. Only difference is--he's paying."

Chloe stepped forward, holding the phone low, just in front of Eli's face. The screen glowed.

"I want to see it go in every time."

"You're doing it," she said flatly. "Fifteen minutes. Full face. No cuts. No safewords. You ride the one you bought for yourself. The one you practiced on when you thought no one would ever see."

She let the words hang.

Eli didn't move.

"Unless," Chloe added coldly, "you want me to send that face clip to your mom."

Eli whimpered--then slowly, shamefully, nodded.

Lexi smiled. "We'll get the light set up."

Chloe peeled the black dildo from where it had been tossed under the couch. It was still slick from earlier, a sheen of lube dried along its ridged shaft. She held it by the base, letting its full weight sway, her expression unreadable as she examined it like a tool. Or a weapon.

Eli was kneeling again, but not in submission this time--in collapse. His forehead rested against the floor, hands clutched in his lap, the pink cage pulsing against his thighs. His shoulders shook. The collar's chrome tag tapped quietly against the hardwood as he trembled.

Chloe walked back into frame with the dildo dangling loosely from her hand. Lexi followed with the ring light, adjusting it for a harsher, colder angle. The living room, once neutral and boring, now glowed like a set.

"You said this one was your favorite, right?" Chloe asked flatly.

Eli didn't answer.

She knelt and gripped his chin, yanking his head up. "You bounce on this or I make it worse."

His eyes were wide, bloodshot, already wet with tears.

Lexi crouched beside them, holding up her phone. "Daddy Dante's ready. He's got the app open. He wants the full view. Face and all."

Chloe grabbed a handful of paper towels, wiped the shaft down without ceremony, then walked over to the coffee table. She pressed the suction base to the polished surface and leaned on it until it stuck with a hollow pop. Then she stood back and looked at it, hands on her hips.

"Krystal," she called, her voice like steel.

Eli flinched.

"Come here."

He crawled forward, dread rolling off him in visible waves. His knees creaked on the hardwood. When he reached the table, he froze--staring at the dildo like it might come alive.

Chloe pointed at the mirror propped up behind it. "Face front. Plug out. Black one in. Hands behind your head."

Lexi adjusted the cam, stepping in close to get the frame just right. She gave a little nod. "This angle's golden. Daddy's gonna nut in thirty seconds."

Chloe crouched behind Eli and yanked at the base of the plug. He gasped as it slid out slowly, his hole clenching instinctively. The sudden emptiness made him wobble, the absence of pressure almost worse than the fullness.

She didn't wait. She smeared a line of fresh lube on the head of the black dildo and guided him forward. Her voice was sharp.

"On it."

Eli hesitated--but only for a second.

He leaned forward, lined himself up, and slowly began to lower his body.

The stretch was immediate. It hadn't felt this big the first time--had it? Or maybe the shame magnified it now. The sting, the fullness, the way his body resisted before giving way. His hands locked behind his head, elbows wide, just like Dante had ordered.

Lexi watched through the screen. "Yep. That's the shot."

Chloe moved behind the camera, voice like a director's. "You're gonna bounce. Nice and slow. All the way down. All the way up. No whining. No hiding your face."

Eli nodded once, jaw trembling.

The stream went live. Dante was waiting.

He began to move.

The first bounce was shallow. A test. Just enough to feel the base press lightly against his rim, the shaft pressing up into him like an accusation. Then lower. The full stretch made him whimper behind his lips, but he smiled--because the mirror demanded it.

Lexi whispered, "Look at yourself, Krystal."

He did.

In the mirror: a red-faced parody of a girl. Hair done, cheeks flushed, mouth parted in forced delight. Mascara thick around his lashes, lips glossed like candy. His face contorted between fake pleasure and real shame. The black dildo vanished inside him with every bounce, and his smile trembled with effort.

"Hold it," Chloe said from behind the camera. "Bottom out. Show him how deep it goes."

Eli obeyed, settling until his thighs touched the table. The base of the dildo pressed into his skin. He blinked back tears.

"Smile."

He did.

Lexi tilted her phone and whispered, "He's tipping."

Chloe checked the screen. A ping confirmed it.

dante713: $100 tip -- deeper

She stepped forward and grabbed Eli by the pigtails. Pulled hard.

"Go deeper."

He cried out--still smiling. His hole swallowed the shaft like a punishment earned.

The ring light buzzed faintly.

His arms trembled behind his head.

The collar's tag bounced.

He began to move faster.

The wet slap of his own body echoed in the small living room. Lube smeared across his inner thighs. His face shone with sweat. And still--he bounced. Up and down. Down and up. Faster. Harder. The dildo hit deeper with each bounce, the shame driving him like a whip.

Lexi muttered, "You see his eyes? That's what Dante paid for."

Chloe watched, unmoving.

Eli's body was slick now. The babydoll rode high above his hips, the cage swinging with each bounce, the sound obscene. Every second was torture. Every moment on camera a nail in the coffin of who he used to be.

And still--he smiled.

Because Dante was watching.

Because Chloe was filming.

Because Lexi was laughing.

Because he had no choice.

The chat blinked again.

dante713:

"Tell her she's mine. That ass mine. That mouth mine. That smile mine."

Lexi whispered the words into Eli's ear.

And Eli nodded.

He was still bouncing when Chloe ended the stream at exactly fifteen minutes.

She clicked the mouse.

And just like that--it was over.

But nothing would ever go back.

The moment Chloe ended the stream, the silence dropped like a curtain. The air in the room was thick--stale with lube, heat, and the quiet hum of the ring light still casting a sterile, unblinking glow over the aftermath.

Eli knelt hunched over, limp and trembling, the black dildo slick and glistening behind him, its base pressed firmly into the coffee table. His arms had collapsed to his sides, chest heaving, lips parted. The forced smile was long gone--replaced with a stunned, vacant look of someone who had passed the point of breaking and now floated somewhere beyond it.

The screen pinged.

CashApp: $1,000 received from dante713

Then--another ping.

CashApp: $1,000 bonus from dante713

Lexi's brows arched. "Girl."

She leaned over the phone where Chloe still sat cross-legged on the couch, the soft blue light of the screen glowing up into her face.

"He just dropped two stacks on this."

Chloe didn't respond at first. She just stared at the screen, jaw tightening slowly.

Eli didn't move. If he even registered what had just happened, it didn't show.

Then another ping.

dante713:

"She earned it. That wasn't no game. That was raw. Real submission. She ready."

Lexi leaned back, smiling slowly. "He's in love. Or obsessed. Or both."

Chloe's fingers hovered over the keyboard, then began to type, deliberately.

Chloe (KrystalMayAccount):

"Where are you located?"

The reply came instantly.

dante713:

"Southwest Houston. Right off Bissonnet."

Chloe blinked.

Lexi's head turned fast. "Bissonnet?" She snorted. "That's the hoe strip."

"I know," Chloe murmured.

Bissonnet Avenue. The name wasn't subtle to anyone who'd lived near Houston for more than a year. Known for its relentless procession of working girls, stilettos in potholes, skin flashing under streetlamps. Dante hadn't said anything more than his location, but the implication hung heavy in the air.

Still, Chloe didn't press.

Chloe:

"Close enough, then."

A moment passed.

dante713:

"Close enough to pick up."

Lexi gave a low whistle. "This man's not bluffing."

Chloe tapped her fingers against the armrest. She was quiet--calculating. Her eyes flicked over to Eli, who had now curled onto his side, arms clutching the pink skirt bunched at his waist, face sticky with sweat and smeared makeup. He looked... used. Fragile. Like an emptied vessel.

She turned back to Lexi. "Should I ask?"

Lexi's grin widened. "Ask what?"

Chloe raised an eyebrow. "What he'd give. To take her."

Lexi laughed. "Now you're thinking."

Chloe typed again.

Chloe:

"If she weren't staying here anymore... what would that be worth to you?"

There was a longer pause this time. The typing bubble appeared. Disappeared. Returned.

dante713:

"Worth a lot. But only if she comes ready. Obedient. Owned."

Another pause.

Then:

"You say the word. We meet. Cash come correct"

Lexi exhaled through her nose. "He's serious. Like, real serious."

Chloe didn't reply. She turned the phone face down and stood, walking toward the bathroom.

Eli was still there, curled on the floor, the plug discarded beside him. His eyes fluttered open as she entered, then closed again. She crouched, brushing a hand against his shoulder.

"You did well," she said softly.

He winced.

"But he wants more. And he's not far. You know Bissonnet?"

Eli's eyes snapped open. Fear bloomed across his face. He knew what that meant. Terror gripped him.

Chloe continued. "He's right near there. Said he can come get you. But I haven't said yes."

Eli's breath caught. "Please... Miss Chloe... don't send me--"

She put a finger to his lips.

"I didn't say I would."

She stood, looking down at him.

"But the fact that I could? That should terrify you."

Then she turned and walked out, leaving him trembling on the floor.

Lexi had already pulled up a map, zoomed in on the long, winding corridor of Bissonnet Avenue.

"Look at this," she said, showing Chloe. "Motel clusters. Cheap apartments. No questions asked. This dude's probably got a setup. You think he might be a pimp? He didn't say it, but... he ain't new to this."

Chloe folded her arms. "I don't know. Something about him feel dangerous. But he's not pushing. He's just... waiting."

Lexi nodded. "He's playing it smart. Letting us come to him."

Chloe looked toward the hallway again. "I dont know if we're going to."

"We can think about it though, right?" Lexi said. "Let it simmer. Let Dante want her more."

Chloe nodded slowly, then picked up her phone and typed one last message for the night.

Chloe:

"She's not ready. Not yet. But she's getting there."

dante713:

"I'll wait."

No threats. No pressure.

Just patience.

The kind of patience that meant he knew the game better than either of them.

Chloe stood at the kitchen sink, rinsing out a rag stained with glitter and foundation. The faucet ran too long, her mind somewhere distant, her hands moving on instinct alone. The hum of the ring light had been switched off, and with it, the apartment finally fell into a dull quiet--no moaning, no pings, no cruel laughter from the chat window.

Just the sound of water and the dull echo of her own thoughts.

Behind her, Lexi leaned against the counter, phone in hand, scrolling casually through the photos she'd taken. She wasn't even pretending to be discreet anymore. Every few seconds, she'd let out a low, knowing chuckle.

"Still can't get over that bounce," she muttered. "He took it like he'd been trained."

Chloe didn't respond. She shut the water off, twisted the rag, and stared down at the suds circling the drain.

Lexi glanced at her. "You're quiet."

"I'm thinking."

"'Bout Daddy Dante?"

Chloe nodded once.

Lexi pocketed her phone and folded her arms. "You know where I stand. That hoe is too far gone now."

"I know. You're probably right. It is just all a lot."

Chloe leaned against the sink, arms damp from rinsing. "I just... I didn't plan any of this. I didn't ask to walk in and find my boyfriend riding a dildo in a maid dress for strangers."

Lexi tilted her head. "And yet... he was doing it."

"I know," Chloe snapped, then lowered her voice. "I know. He was living some double life. I'm not pretending he didn't. But does that mean I'm supposed to sell him like--like property?"

Lexi raised her eyebrows. "You said it yourself--he's not Eli anymore. That boy disappeared the second he called that man 'Daddy' with his whole face on camera."

Chloe flinched.

Lexi continued. "You could dump him. Kick him out. Let him spiral. Or... you control what happens next. You set the terms."

Chloe glanced down the hallway. Eli was still in the bathroom, now curled on the floor beneath a towel, barely able to meet her eyes when she passed him with a bottle of water.

"He's not built for Bissonnet," she said quietly.

Lexi chuckled. "Nobody is. That's not the point."

Chloe frowned. "I'm serious. He's soft. He folds under pressure. I don't think he even fully understands what that man Dante could be, what he could do."

Lexi's voice dropped. "You think I don't? Girl, come on. He's not just some lonely tipper. He knew exactly what he was watching. That address wasn't a coincidence. Bissonnet ain't a neighborhood--it's a warning. He's giving you a path."

Chloe looked down at her damp hands, flexing her fingers. "What if I regret it?"

Lexi shrugged. "Then don't send him. Keep him here. Turn him into your little domestic bitch. Make him clean, cook, wear what you say, stream what you say. Let him live under your rules like a dog. But either way, Chloe... he's not your boyfriend anymore. You saw that. I saw that."

"I don't know if I'm ready to go that far."

Lexi pushed off the counter. "You don't have to decide tonight."

Chloe stared into the sink, her reflection warped in the shallow puddle.

Lexi grabbed her purse and headed for the door. "But I'll tell you one thing," she said, hand on the knob. "There's not a lot of guys out there willing to pay two grand up front for the right to wait."

Chloe looked up.

Lexi's eyes narrowed. "That man didn't pay for a show. He paid for a promise."

Then she left.

The door clicked shut behind her.

Silence returned.

Chloe stood there for a long time, unmoving. The air in the apartment felt heavier now--full of a decision that couldn't be undone.

Finally, she walked down the hallway. The bathroom door was cracked. Inside, Eli lay curled on the bathmat, a towel draped over his back, wig tossed aside, makeup a ruin on his face.

He looked up when he heard her.

Chloe stood in the doorway.

His voice was barely audible. "Are you going to send me to him?"

Chloe didn't answer at first. She leaned against the doorframe, watching him. "Do you want me to?"

Eli blinked. "No."

"You didn't want me to see you either."

"I--I didn't think--"

"You didn't think I'd find out?" she interrupted. "You didn't think someone would recognize your face?"

He looked down, ashamed.

She stepped inside, crouching beside him. "Lexi thinks I should."

"I know."

"She says you already belong to him. That you gave yourself away the second you moaned for him."

Eli's voice cracked. "That's not true."

Chloe tilted her head. "Isn't it?"

He couldn't answer.

"I haven't decided yet," she said finally. "But if I do--if I tell him yes--there's no coming back."

Eli's hands trembled. "Please... Miss Chloe... I'll do anything. Just don't send me away."

She studied him for a long time.

Then rose.

"We'll see."

She left him curled there, sobbing silently, as the thought sank in:

That staying might be worse than being sold.

And either way...

He was no longer the one making decisions.

He awoke on the bathroom floor. At some point he had passed out. The pink mesh babydoll top clung to his sweat-damp back, the stitched bows wilting slightly from humidity. The thong dug viciously between his cheeks, still soaked in the residue of everything that had come before. The collar with its swinging CUMDUMP tag remained snug around his neck, mocking him with every movement.

But now he wasn't whimpering or sulking.

He was seething. He stormed out of the bathroom. Lexi had returned at some point. Sitting with Chloe in the living room in hushed conversation. Eli burst in the room. They both snapped their necks to look in his direction.

"I'm done with this," Eli spat, loud enough to make Lexi look up from her phone. "I've had it. I don't care what you two think you're doing--I'm not some fucking doll you get to dress up and sell off like a sex toy."

Chloe blinked slowly from the couch. "You're still talking."

Eli spun toward her. "You're not listening! None of this is okay. You're both insane. I messed around, big deal. I was getting off. That's not a reason to ruin my life!"

Lexi's eyes narrowed. "Say that again."

Eli barked a laugh. "You heard me. You're both sick. Sitting there like a pair of dominatrixes trying to play madame with someone who was just having a private moment. You're not in control--you're pathetic."

Lexi sat up, slowly. "Oh, bitch."

"You think you're so tough?" Eli shouted. "You think you're in charge because I made one mistake? Because I jerked off on camera dressed like a whore? That's on me, not you. You don't get to punish me for it!"

Chloe stood. Her expression wasn't rage--it was something colder.

Lexi stood too, her arms crossing. "You're really out here calling us pathetic while you stand there in a see-through dress with your clit locked in a baby pink cage?"

Eli jabbed a finger toward her. "At least I'm not some sad little leech who gets off watching other people degrade themselves!"

Lexi lunged--but Chloe caught her wrist mid-step, shaking her head once.

"I got this," she said, voice low.

She turned toward Eli.

He kept going.

"You know what the saddest part is?" he hissed. "I pity you. Both of you. You get off on power you don't even have. Chloe, you were never in charge. You just are pretending now to be stronger than me. But you're not. You're weak. You're bitter. And that's why you are getting off on suddenly having someone to control. You're a bitch. I never loved you. I fucking hate you."

The room went silent.

Chloe said nothing. Her face didn't move. But her eyes had gone glassy with something sharp and final.

Eli stopped.

He realized--too late.

Lexi was staring at Chloe now, her expression unreadable.

Chloe turned slowly and picked up her phone from the table.

Eli's voice softened. "Don't."

She unlocked the screen.

"Chloe, I didn't mean--"

Her thumbs moved.

Chloe (KrystalMayAccount):

"Can I have your number?"

She hit send.

No explanation.

No context.

Just that.

Eli staggered forward. "Chloe. Please. Don't do this. I didn't mean--"

She finally looked at him.

And her voice, when it came, was colder than he'd ever heard.

"You meant every word."

She set the phone down.

Folded her arms.

Then stared at him in silence.

And waited.

The reply came within seconds.

dante713:

"Here you go. (832) 505-1885. Ready when you are."

Chloe stared at the number glowing on her phone screen. Her thumb hovered over it, unmoving. Across the room, Krystal--still trembling in the humiliating pink mesh babydoll--stood in silence, breathing unevenly. The wordless aftermath of her screaming match still hung in the air, sour and raw.

The ruffled thong between her cheeks was soaked with sweat, and the cage locked around her little clit throbbed with humiliation more than anything else. The collar tag, CUMDUMP, swayed with every shallow breath.

Lexi was stretched out on the couch beside Chloe, flipping lazily through photos again. Every shot was damning--Krystal on her knees, Krystal scrubbing grout with her plug peeking through her thong, Krystal's wide eyes staring at her own face in the mirror while moaning for the camera.

"You gonna call?" Lexi asked, voice casual, too casual.

Chloe didn't answer.

Not yet.

Krystal stepped forward, voice trembling. "Please don't."

Lexi laughed softly. "Oh now you wanna beg nice."

Chloe glanced up at her--then dialed.

It rang twice.

Then clicked.

"Yeah."

The voice was unmistakable. Low. Calm. Thick with Texas heat and something colder buried underneath.

"It's Chloe," she said.

A pause. Then, "I figured it was time."

Lexi leaned forward, eyes sharp. Chloe didn't bother with speakerphone--just angled the volume up enough for the whole room to hear.

"You've been patient," she said.

"I know what I want. No need to rush."

Chloe's eyes drifted toward Krystal, who'd backed into the corner of the room, trembling and trying not to cry again. Still holding herself like she could undo the outfit by sheer will.

"She's acting out," Chloe said. "Mouthy. Aggressive. Like she wants to remind me there's a man in there."

Dante chuckled low, slow. "That's fear. They all try to roar when they realize they're the ones in the cage."

Lexi smiled at that.

Chloe blinked. "You sound practiced."

"I don't do this for kicks," Dante said. "I'm not some bored creep with a wallet. I'm looking for product. The kind that's ready to be shaped. Molded."

Krystal's head jerked up. "What...?"

Chloe didn't respond.

Dante continued. "Houston don't need more wannabes with thigh-highs and TikTok makeup. Bissonnet don't run on fantasy. It runs on obedience. You want to be something? You need structure. Pain. Routine."

"You're not looking for a sissy," Chloe said slowly.

"Nope," Dante confirmed. "I'm looking for something I can build. Invest in. Break down. Then make profitable."

Krystal shook her head violently. "No. No, Chloe, hang up. This isn't what I signed up for."

Lexi didn't even look over. "Oh, it is."

Chloe asked, "What does that look like?"

"I send a car," Dante said. "Unmarked. Quiet. You put her in it wearing whatever she got on. I handle the rest."

"And then?"

"Rules. Control. Service. She speaks when told, cums when told, eats when told. Streams if I say so. Streets if i say so. Real hoe shit. On the stroll, real talk. Either way, she learns her place."

Krystal gasped, hand over her mouth.

"And how much?" Chloe asked.

"Depends on the prep," Dante replied. "Right now, she's raw. Loud. Weak. But I've taken worse and made ten grand by week's end."

Chloe went silent.

So did Krystal.

Dante's voice dropped an octave, cool and final.

"She's already halfway there. I just finish what you started."

Click.

He ended the call.

Chloe didn't move for several seconds. She stared at the dead phone screen, then set it face-down on the table.

Lexi exhaled slowly. "So."

Krystal stumbled forward. "You can't be serious. That man is a trafficker. He's not even pretending anymore--he wants to own me."

"You don't say," Lexi said dryly.

"I'm not for sale!" Krystal shouted. "I'm a person! I'm not some street whore for a gangster to put in a motel!"

Chloe turned and looked at her.

"No?" she asked. "Because last night you were bouncing on a black dildo, calling him Daddy and smiling with your tongue out."

Krystal's face went pale.

"You think that footage disappeared?" Chloe snapped. "You think he didn't screen record every second? You gave yourself to him. We're just trying to decide how to make it official."

"I didn't mean to," Krystal sobbed.

"But you did," Lexi said. "And now you get to live in the world you created."

Chloe rose to her feet.

She walked over, slow and deliberate, until she stood inches from Krystal's trembling body.

"I made up my mind," she said, voice low and clear.

Krystal shook her head, eyes pleading.

Chloe leaned in, whispering coldly, "You called me pathetic. Weak. You screamed in my face. And now you want to cry?"

She stepped back.

"Lexi."

"Yeah?"

"Get the outfit ready. Something slutty. Something he'd notice."

Lexi grinned, already heading toward the storage drawer.

Krystal dropped to her knees.

But the sound of the drawer opening was louder than her sobs.

-------

Krystal sat rigid on the floor, her spine held unnaturally straight not by confidence--but fear. Her knees knocked slightly in place, trapped by the glossy vinyl booty shorts that clung to her like shrink-wrap. The fishnet crop top was stretched tight across her chest, the sleeves slipping down her shoulders, exposing goosebumped skin. The white patent heels dug into her arches, Chloe had warned her not to take them off again. The cage between her thighs throbbed against the vinyl fabric--tight, confining, constant.

And now came the earrings.

Not clip-ons. Not costume. Real piercings.

Lexi had been the one to suggest it.

"If she's really gonna be handed off like that," she'd said with a casual shrug, "she needs the ears done. Nobody sends out an unmarked bitch."

Chloe hadn't argued.

And now, Krystal watched her heat a small sewing needle over the flame of a tea candle--slow, methodical, and quiet. It wasn't the first time Chloe had done something like this. That much was clear from her stillness. Her confidence.

There was no piercing gun. Just a needle, alcohol, and a pair of thick gold hoops waiting on a folded paper towel.

Krystal's stomach flipped.

"Please," she whispered. "Please, Miss Chloe. You don't have to do this. I--I'll behave. I'll do whatever you want. Just don't--"

"You already said that," Chloe replied without looking up. "When I told you to put on the heels."

Krystal winced.

Lexi crossed her arms and circled behind her, gently collecting the synthetic wig hair behind her ears. "A girl like you without pierced ears is a liar," she murmured in Krystal's ear. "You know what that says on the track? It says she thinks she can still escape, go back to her old life. That ship has sailed, sissy hoe. I bet you regretting your little tantrum now, aren't you girl."

"I'm not going to the track," Krystal hissed in a panic, chest heaving.

"You're going where we tell you," Chloe said softly. She stood now, needle between her fingers, cooled just enough not to burn but still sharp and glinting. "Now hold still. Don't make me restrain you."

Krystal trembled. "This isn't what I wanted..."

Chloe crouched in front of her, pinching the left earlobe between two gloved fingers. "Then you shouldn't have offered yourself to strangers on livestream."

She wiped the lobe with alcohol. Lexi knelt behind Krystal, holding her still with a surprisingly firm grip on her shoulders.

"Don't move," Lexi said. "You jerk, and you'll end up with a tear."

Krystal bit her lip.

The first needle pierced through with a slow push--hot, but not fiery, just pressure, and then the sharp sting of skin giving way. Krystal screamed--but it came out as more of a gasp. Chloe moved quickly, threading the hoop through and fastening it at the back with a practiced motion.

"One," she said.

Lexi brushed the tears off Krystal's cheek mockingly. "You look so cute when you cry, girl. Just wait 'til you see how you look under streetlights."

"Please..." Krystal choked out. "Please, Miss Chloe--please don't do this to me--"

But Chloe was already prepping it.

Same method. Alcohol. Pinch.

Then: pressure.

Then: pain.

Krystal gritted her teeth, but still let out a whimper as the second needle slid through. The sensation was somehow worse this time--anticipation made it sharper. The second hoop clicked into place.

Chloe stepped back, wiping her gloves on a folded towel.

Krystal sat, shaking, gold hoops now swaying from both ears. Her face burned with humiliation and pain, and the collar tag--CUMDUMP--jangled softly against her throat with every tremble.

Chloe didn't say anything.

Lexi stepped around to the front, crouching eye-level and brushing a few strands of synthetic wig hair behind Krystal's newly pierced ears. "There she is. Ready for her first night on the stroll."

Krystal turned away, silent, mascara already streaking.

"You think Dante's gonna like her? Of course he will, she is perfect for him now." Lexi mused aloud. "One look at these hoops, her outfit, her fear, he's gonna know. That's how you spot a girl who's ready to get turned out."

Krystal tried to speak but failed.

Across the room, Chloe picked up her phone and opened the Dante thread.

Chloe (KrystalMayAccount):

"She's pierced. Both ears. Real hoops. Manual job. She cried."

A reply came less than a minute later.

dante713:

"Good. I don't take no blank slates. Make sure she wears 'em when she gets in the car. Let her feel 'em swing when she walks. Pick up tomorrow. We can talk detail in the morning."

Chloe didn't reply.

Krystal collapsed onto her knees, the hoops jangling as her face fell into her hands. Her whole body shook, and the tightness of the vinyl shorts only made the discomfort worse. The plug throbbed behind her. The heels bit into the backs of her feet.

She didn't belong to herself anymore.

Chloe walked over, knelt beside her, and said quietly, "Tomorrow."

Krystal lifted her head. "What...?"

"That's what he said. Tomorrow. Then the car comes."

Lexi smiled wide. "Tick tock, baby doll."

Krystal let out a broken sob.

The hoops swung beside her face like miniature shackles.

-----

Krystal woke up aching.

She hadn't been allowed to change out of the outfit from the night before--just stripped of her dignity, not her costume. The vinyl shorts still clung to her skin, stiff with sweat and the subtle tackiness of lingering lube. Her legs were sore from sleeping in heels, her calves cramped from how she'd curled up on the floor, too afraid to ask for a blanket, too ashamed to try crawling onto the couch.

The fishnet crop top had stretched, one sleeve halfway off her shoulder, and her bubblegum-pink lip gloss was smeared down across her cheek, dried in a half-moon. Her wig had shifted in the night, the curls now frizzy, bent beneath the weight of her head where she'd cried herself to sleep.

The plug was still in.

The cage too.

And the hoops--those fat, gold rings--swung softly as she sat up, a dull reminder that nothing about her was undone.

Chloe was already awake, seated at the kitchen island, sipping black coffee and scrolling her phone with quiet purpose. She didn't look up as Krystal stirred. Lexi was barefoot, wearing one of Chloe's oversized tees, lounging on the living room chair, knees pulled up, legs bare. She smirked when she saw Krystal shifting.

"Sleep well, street princess?"

Krystal said nothing.

"Dante wants to talk," Chloe said flatly.

Krystal's stomach lurched.

"He said we need to finalize the deal before tonight," she added, scrolling. "Terms. Payment. That sort of thing."

Krystal stood up too fast, nearly toppling in the heels. Her thighs quivered with each careful step, and she winced as the plug shifted inside her. Her hands clutched at the vinyl waistband, as if she could somehow hide herself even now.

"You're not serious," she whispered. "You're actually selling me?"

Lexi raised an eyebrow. "You been acting sold on camera for months."

"I--I can't go with him," Krystal stammered. "I'm not ready--this isn't some scene or punishment--he's serious, he's dangerous--he's going to ruin me--"

"He's going to do what you begged for," Chloe said, still not looking up. "You just didn't think anyone would really take you."

Krystal's face crumpled. "Please. Just let me go. I'll delete everything. I'll disappear. You don't have to do this."

Chloe tapped the speaker icon and set her phone on the counter. The screen glowed with Dante's number already dialed. It rang once, then clicked, Dante didn't show his face, but Facetime was live.

"Yeah."

His voice was deep, composed, and colder than it had ever sounded in text.

"It's Chloe," she said.

"A pause. "It's today, yeah?"

"It is."

Another pause.

"Fifteen bands, that straight?"

"Yes," Chloe said.

There was a shift in his tone. Still smooth--but edged now. More territorial. More final.

"She's mine when she gets in that car," Dante said. "That means you don't text me after. Don't call me when she cries. You don't follow up. You let go."

Chloe nodded. "Understood."

"You had her sleep in the gear?"

Lexi grinned. "Whole damn outfit."

"You keep the plug in?"

"Yes."

"She stay locked?"

Chloe glanced toward Krystal, who was trembling, face pale under the ruined makeup.

"She's still caged," Chloe said. "Hoops in. Collar on. She never came out of it."

There was a low chuckle from the phone. "You really prepped this hoe right."

"Lemme see her." Dante demanded.

Krystal flinched. Chloe pointed her phone.

"Damn, I seen bitches in the game ten years who ain't look that ready," Dante went on. "She got the pain in her eyes already. That's what I pay for."

"You'll have her by tonight," Chloe said.

"I want her hungry," Dante said. "Don't feed her before the car comes. Keep her weak. Keep her quiet. That way she knows she ain't got a say."

Chloe's voice remained neutral. "Understood."

"And make sure she walks to the car in heels. Alone. That's important."

Lexi whispered, "God damn."

Dante's voice dropped, colder now. "She don't get a teary goodbye. She get a sendoff like a trick. 'Cause that's what she is now. That's what you turned her into."

Chloe glanced at Krystal again--hands shaking, breath caught in her chest.

"She'll walk," Chloe said.

"Good," Dante replied. "Then we got a deal."

He hung up.

Silence settled like dust.

Lexi exhaled. "Well, shit. That's done."

Krystal clutched the hem of the vinyl shorts with both hands. She looked up at Chloe like a child--lost, humiliated, undone.

"Please..." she whispered, mascara streaking her cheeks. "Please don't let him take me."

Chloe looked down at her.

"You gave yourself away the moment you turned on that camera," she said.

And she walked upstairs, leaving Krystal alone with Lexi and the echo of Dante's voice still hanging in the air.

-------

Krystal stood in the entryway, trembling.

The heels wobbled under her weight, ankles unsteady from hunger and fear. Chloe hadn't fed her all day. Not even water. Her legs felt hollow beneath her, and her stomach had stopped growling hours ago--now it just ached. The vinyl shorts were glued to her skin with sweat, her fishnet top sticking to her ribs. The CUMDUMP collar sat tight around her neck, and her golden hoops swung softly each time she shivered.

Lexi double-checked the window. She saw a dark SUV, idling at the curb.

"He's out there."

Chloe didn't speak. She stood near the door, arms crossed, expression unreadable.

Krystal shook her head violently. "No. Please. Please, I'll do anything. I'll clean the house every day. I'll delete the accounts. I swear--I swear I'll be good."

Lexi grinned. "You are being good, baby. You're doing exactly what a dumb little street whore's supposed to do--crying right before she gets in the car."

Krystal dropped to her knees.

"I didn't think it would go this far," she sobbed. "I just--I wanted to feel wanted. I didn't want to be sold. Please, Miss Chloe--please don't make me do this. Please don't make me leave..."

"You wanted to be used," Chloe said flatly. "Now you will be."

Krystal's hands trembled as they clutched the hem of her shorts. "You don't have to do this. You're better than this. This isn't you. You're not cruel."

Chloe tilted her head. "No, I am not cruel. You're totally right. But you are. You made me feel small. You humiliated me in my own home. And now? I'm just giving you exactly what you asked for--without the safety of a screen."

Lexi crouched beside her, one hand under her chin. "You think he's gonna care how sweet your tears taste, baby girl? That man don't want a sissy girlfriend. He wants a product. And you? You're shelf-ready."

Krystal cried harder.

Chloe picked up a small bag from the floor and handed it to Lexi. Inside were the few items Krystal was allowed to bring: a wig brush, a bottle of lube, the plug cleaner, a backup pair of heels, and the pink vinyl maid mini-dress. That was all.

"Stand up," Chloe ordered.

Krystal shook her head.

"Get up," she barked.

When Krystal didn't move, Lexi grabbed her by the collar and yanked her to her feet. Her knees buckled, but she caught herself. The hoops jingled softly.

Chloe opened the door.

The night air hit Krystal like a slap--hot, damp, thick with the heavy scent of Houston concrete. The SUV idled at the curb. Tinted windows. Just like he'd promised.

"No..." Krystal whimpered.

Lexi stepped behind her, giving a not-so-gentle push between the shoulder blades. "Walk."

She took a step out the door, turning back to plead to Chloe with complete desperation.

"No. Please. Please--Miss Chloe, I'll do anything--don't let him take me--please--I'm not ready--please--"

Chloe stood in the doorway like a statue. Cold. Silent. Resolute.

Lexi stood beside her and looked at Krystal, and whispered, "Smile for him, baby. He paid for the deluxe package."

Krystal, eyes pleading. "Chloe... please. I'm still yours. I can still be yours..."

"You know what, Krystal May. You never were," Chloe said.

The door slammed shut.

The deadbolt latched.

It was over.

No going back.

She walked.

The SUV door opened slowly.

A figure waited inside.

Just a silhouette. Broad shoulders. Thick wrist chain. White gold teeth glinting behind the glow of a phone screen.

------

The phone buzzed in Chloe's hand.

She looked down.

Cash App: You received $15,000 from dante713.