2 comments/ 12577 views/ 5 favorites Sigma Omega Sigma By: SEVERUSMAX I had to admit that it sounded a bit silly to me at first. It was a fraternity, right? There would be a little hazing, some kind of initiation, and then we would be welcome members of the local Greek community. Well, as it turned out, I had picked something very different from your standard glorified party club. How was I to know that when I joined them? A part of me suspected that I was admitted to Sigma Omega Sigma because I was older than most and had the proper ID to be a great straw buyer of booze. None of that would be among the official reasons, of course, but I wasn't a fool. I'd been in the Navy and secured a college fund between its program and my savings. I was still in the Reserve, naturally. I'd seen more hazing in boot camp than most Greek organizations could imagine, delivered by drill instructors who knew how to really weed out the unfit. I was a man and most of my classmates were still youths. What I didn't know, I quickly found out on day one of the "orientation", a code name for initiation that had supposedly been banned by the administration. I learned much that morning, when I was roused from my bed on a Saturday morning and led blindfolded to a vault underneath the main fraternity hall. It was a day that would transform me forever, in a very fortunate way. When my blindfold was removed, I saw a naked woman, her eyes covered up as well. In front of her stood a tall, equally naked guy with a whip. Her mouth was engaged in sucking his cock and there were marks from the whip across her back and buttocks. I saw cum leaking from her other holes, proving that she had already been fucked every way possible as well as whipped. "Alright, lads. Step right up and take your pleasure. There are some rules, however. Rule one: no rubbers here in Covenant Hall. We at Sigma Omega Sigma reserve such things for liars, women whom we can't trust. Heather here can be trusted. She lives to serve us, don't you, Heather? That's a good girl. You, there. You look slightly older than most. What's your name? Tell it to Heather, right before you fuck her," the man with the whip pointed it at me. "I'm Mark. Should I say my last name, too?" I asked the stranger. "No. That's rule two: no last names here. We are all brothers. We pledge our sacred honor to this covenant, that we are of the same blood and the same heart. First names only. Very well, you have told Heather that you are Mark. You will fuck her, either in the cunt or the ass. Rule three: we never call it a pussy. It's always a cunt. Why? Because that's derived from the Latin root 'cunnus', an older and less mushy term for that part of the woman's anatomy. Now, fuck her, Mark," he directed me. I had to admit that I was hard as granite from seeing the woman's naked ass. The fact that she had been whipped and didn't seem to hold it against her assailant was also a real turn-on. Her willingness to suck a man's dick didn't hurt, either. I approached her and put aside all fears of social diseases and such. I had committed myself to this brotherhood for at least a term, and I should see it through. I didn't quit the Navy in spite of my fears, so why would I let something easy like this stop me? My cock buried itself into Heather's asshole, since I had gone far too long without anal sex. My last girlfriend had seen to that, with her hatred of sodomy. Well, that was only one of the reasons why she was my ex. I needed to get that urge out of my system and Heather was an easy channel for my lust. I grasped her now crimson cheeks while I buggered her, intensifying her pain as well as her evident pleasure. I realized then that she was a pain slut. She loved it when someone hurt her. I thrust angrily into Heather's ass, using her for my self-gratification without any sense of shame. After all, this was what I was told to do. I agreed to follow orders and I would do just that. Besides, she seemed to really enjoy the strokes as I butt-fucked her. I felt her squirm with arousal and smelled her wet cunt. I ignored the fact that other men had clearly used Heather and left their cum behind as evidence. That was apparently one of the bonding aspects of our communal existence. As I came, I noticed as she no longer sucked off the guy with the whip. Instead, he was soft again and she was busy licking drops of his seed off the floor. Sensing that she needed some gesture of approval, I slapped each of her cheeks once after I pulled out and returned to the line of guys. "Impressive, Mark. You show a lot of promise already. See, brethren? He took his pleasure without any obvious guilt or pangs of self-doubt. He didn't let performance anxiety stop him. Instead, he sodomized a girl he never met in front of us, his new brothers. That was a very risky act, but it was a gamble that will pay off for you, Mark. I see much potential for leadership here if you keep this up. "I'm also pleased to see that you used your anger in a good cause and a controlled manner. Furthermore, you gave her a token of your satisfaction by granting her the pain and attention that she enjoys so much. You figured out what Heather is. She is a pain slut. She is here by her own free will. Nobody abducted or raped her. I won't tell you her background. That is not important. What matters is that Mark here knew exactly how to handle this natural slave. "Who's next? How about you, yeah, you, the guy who can't keep his hands off his dick? Rule number four: no masturbation in Sigma Omega Sigma at all. We don't jack off, because we have sluts to help us with our needs. Masturbation is for those poor saps out there who don't have women to serve them. It is a mark of lesser men, who don't know how to enslave and dominate women. "Let me make this clear. This is not a normal fraternity. This is a brotherhood of like-minded men, an order of fellow masters. When we're done with you, if we find you worthy, you'll be a member of an elite that officially doesn't exist. You'll know better than that, of course. Society has brainwashed you, told you lies and propaganda. "You've been taught that men and women are equal, but with the subtle message that women are really more equal than men. That is hogwash, claptrap, poppycock. Equality is a state of mind, an abstraction that rarely exists in real life. The truth is that you are only as great and worthy as you deserve. To earn it, you must both have potential for excellence and the will to make yourself achieve it. "What we seek here are masters, dominant men who are capable of ruling the women in their lives. To be a master is to be the true alpha male. A master doesn't let the woman set the rules. A master doesn't let a woman rule him with her cunt. A master doesn't limit himself to one woman. He fucks whomever he pleases and he doesn't put up with lies or mental games. He isn't cruel in the sense of being unjust, but he is cruel in the sense of being willing to cause necessary pain. Most of all, he handpicks the right women to enslave. "So, Mr. Masturbator, what is your name?" the stranger lectured us. "Justin, sir," he stammered. "Don't call me 'sir'. That's a mark of submission. That's what some submissives or slaves call their masters. If you're really capable of doing this, prove it. Fuck Heather in whichever hole you wish," he told the kid. Justin was clearly a rich boy out of his depth. He nervously approached Heather and tried to penetrate her cunt in vain. He couldn't get it up anymore. His hard-on was gone. Something was very wrong. Heather sensed it, too, as she showed by sighing with impatience. I wondered if the trainer was aware of her exasperation. "Alright, that's enough. Justin, stand up. Now, kneel beside Heather," the instructor told the pledge. Justin not only didn't question the order, but he started getting hard again as he knelt. There was no doubt as far as I was concerned, and my unspoken thoughts seemed to also be in the organizer's mind. Justin wasn't up to the standards of Covenant Hall. The master of ceremonies then brought the whip to Justin's back and his victim made involuntary noises of excitement. Justin was anything but a master. He was a slave at heart. "Alright, Mark, here's a chance for you to advance even further beyond your present ranking. Use this lube and fuck Justin in the ass. Don't be shy. I think that he'll like it. Won't you, Justin?" "Yes, sir," Justin agreed in spite of his fear. I saw no real alternative. I did as the boss told me and lubricated both my cock and Justin's asshole. I'd never screwed a guy before, but I was excited to assert my dominance over this pretty boy. He reminded me of a lot of guys like him, preppies who thought that they were better because they were more "civilized". In reality, they were good for nothing but arm candy for some domineering man or woman. I didn't know if Justin was gay, straight, or bi, but I suspected that he enjoyed taking a dick up the ass for more than just the submission of it. If I seemed to be teacher's pet, I didn't mind. I'd been unusually well regarded by my drill instructors and high school teachers as well, though the former didn't show it until after I'd graduated from boot camp. One of the latter demonstrated it a lot earlier, by spreading her legs and taking my eighteen-year old virginity as soon after my birthday as she could get me alone. This always resulted in some envy from my peers, but it wasn't my fault that they often slacked off or otherwise failed to measure up. My cock plowed furiously into Justin's ass, bringing him so much pleasure that he came from the violation. This boy was at least bi, that much was clear. He was also extremely submissive to me and others. He was in the wrong role here. I wondered what would be his fate, now that his true self had been caught. I used Justin's butt for a timeless interval, lost in the moment of having my way with another human being. It was almost as much fun as taking Heather. The only difference was that she was softer and sexier. If Justin felt any shame at being sodomized, he didn't say a thing about it. I fucked him with ruthless strokes, making him my bitch for at least that period of time. The instructor showed amusement as he watched us, but he kept silent until I emptied my balls into Justin's colon. "Okay, Justin, get up and take a cloth to wipe off Mark's cock. Your ass hasn't been trained and cleaned out like Heather's, but that will change. When you're done, we'll discuss your future, which isn't as rosy as you previously thought," the mysterious man declared. "What you've seen here is the best example in years of the difference between a real master and a slut boi. It's quite a contrast. Justin was born to be a slave, though I'm not sure whether he's gay or bi. He's certainly not straight. No hetero guy would enjoy taking a man's cock up his ass that much. "Justin, tell me honestly, are you bi or gay? Be truthful here. I want to know. It will possibly decide what we do with you. The Council has given me authority to resolve that matter and I will base it on all of the relevant facts. So, tell me, here and now, which one you are. I know that you're very submissive, but what is your sexual preference?" the boss continued. "I'm gay, sir. I love to be fucked by guys, but girls do nothing for me. Sorry, but I didn't dare to tell my family. It would be a disgrace. My father's old-fashioned and my mother even more so. They will disown me if you tell them. I hope that I went to college, I could be myself. I didn't think that this fraternity was any different from the others. I never realized that it was about bondage and other kinky stuff. I just needed a place to stay and wanted the company of horny guys," Justin confessed timidly. "That part is easy. You'll stay here, but as a house boi. This means that you'll live with us and service us sexually, as well as accept any discipline and domination that we choose to give you. You wouldn't be the first house boi or the last. You'd be the male version of Heather here, who is a house slut. The alternative is to leave within the week and received hypnotic instructions to keep your mouth shut. "Again, I won't relate how she came to be that, except to say that she was in the wrong place at the wrong time and we presented her with a number of options. She chose this one, understandably. It's fun for her, at least, up to and including the same kind of correction and bondage that you will experience. She is one of several house sluts, of course. If you'll notice, she wears a collar. You will wear one as well and will have to drop out of college. "House boys are expected to devote themselves totally to the service of the order, as are house sluts. In return, they get free room, board, etc. When they are allowed out of the house, they are taken discreetly to places whose owners understand their circumstances. If it is an ostensibly mainstream location, then they are clothed and the collars are temporarily removed. Otherwise, it's naked and collared. "Trust me, if you agree to this, your ass is ours and we will use it any way we please. Think well on this before deciding, but we need your answer immediately. So, focus and examine yourself very candidly. Well, which is it? You have thirty seconds to choose what to do about your situation," the master of the vault announced sternly. "I'll stay as a house boi," Justin accepted his fate. "Very good. I thought so. You struck me as being a bottom. Very well. Get back into position beside Heather and give the guys another choice for their initial fuck. The rest of you, let's not waste time here. You, what's your name, lad?" the dungeon master continued with the names. By the time we had finished, both Heather and Justin were well-fucked. Her cunt was still the most popular option, but each of their asses certainly had their share of traffic from hard cocks using them. Mouths were apparently off-limits, but it didn't matter. Most guys just wanted to fuck. I could see the boss watching them all closely, determining which guys would or wouldn't make the cut. He seemed to prize aggression and reinforcement above most other traits on display. If a guy was just there to screw, as with most of them, he was eliminated. These guys were directed to another room, from which most of them returned more than a little drowsy. One lad, however, was quickly dressed, blindfolded, and frog-marched somewhere I didn't see. I could guess, however, though I wouldn't tell the others. He would be to some dominant woman or female institution what Justin was to us, a house boi, only to the ladies instead of the gentlemen. This was what happened to straight male slaves, I assumed. "Alright, boys, that's enough of Day One of your initiation. We've begun to separate the men from the boys. There is much more to come, but it's time to hit the showers and clean up. This was sweaty work for all involved. Hurry up with it, of course, as breakfast is in a half-hour. Oh, and rule five: there is no shower privacy. Masters, pledges, house sluts, and house boys all bathe together. Heather and the others will be right beside you in the communal shower. They need to get clean in a timely manner, too. Come on, everyone, let's snap to it," the strange dungeon guy barked his orders, clearly impatient to get us moving toward the washrooms. I couldn't speak for the others, but I was already in Heaven and quite ready to see what else came next. The idea of seeing so much naked skin while I bathed was perhaps a bit distracting, but I could learn to live with it. I even wondered what it would take to buy out the contract for a house slut or house boi, as I had enjoyed fucking both Heather and Justin that much. Sigma Omega Sigma Ch. 02 The showers weren't much to write home about, other than being full of hot, steamy naked flesh. I didn't have the time to actually enjoy them much, due to being busy washing myself. Worse still, I became hard again, but had no recourse to handle the situation, due to the rushed pace. So, there I was, a newly minted member of the secret society committed to dominance and sexual power, yet I couldn't use that power to get laid yet. This problem didn't begin to sort itself out until I got ready to grab my plate in the fraternity's dining hall, and found that one of the house sluts grabbed it from my hands to fill it. She looked at me as she did so, smiling nervously as if for approval before handing the platter to me for placement on the tray. I had to admit that I was impressed at her intuitive understanding of what I wanted for breakfast. The girl got it right down to the last detail, including my love of papaya juice as a beverage. How many knew that about me? I was even more pleased when she didn't hesitate to sit next to me at the table. "Will Master need some relief before he eats?" the swarthy babe asked me in a rather pleading tone. It was obvious that she hoped that I would accept her offer. "Yes, I would like some relief," I agreed, at which point she knelt and yanked down my gym pants. Realizing what the house slut had in mind, I stood and pointed my cock at her lips. She winked at me as she opened them and began to lick and suck on my dick. She started off rather slowly, but it soon became incredibly clear that she actually wanted to deep-throat me. I relaxed and let my new companion do her thing, as it was evident that she only awaited my blessing to take my cock deep down her throat. I couldn't have stopped myself from fucking her face if I tried. I began pressing down on her head, pushing my cock in and out of her mouth. Instead of being disgusted, she was apparently ecstatic or damn close. While I did this, the others in the dining hall started clapping their hands, both male and female, masters, bois, and sluts alike. For the next few minutes, I felt as if my cock had melted inside the slut's mouth. She went out of her way to heighten the sensuality of the experience, allowing the heat of her throat to resemble the warmth of a nice, wet pussy. In fact, I was fairly sure that I would come in just minutes, another hasty release made inevitable by the communal showers. That was naturally when she stopped, bending her naked body over the table and putting her sweet tush on full display for my delight. She didn't say anything, so I understood this to be an open invitation to enjoy her. It wasn't long before I picked up my glass of papaya juice, spread her cheeks, and started pouring it between her buns. I began licking the juice as it slid down her wonderful crack, deliciously mingling with the residue of shower water and her sweat. I could smell her arousal as well, making me eager to rim her more. Undeniably, this swarthy girl was one tasty piece of ass. I could see the goose bumps form on the house slut's skin as I rimmed her, licking every inch of her flesh between her buns, as well as her buttocks, too. She started gasping and moaning, pushing her booty and hips toward me in a desperate bid to enjoy more of this unexpected favor. She didn't know why I was being so nice to her, other than it seemed to be a reward for her help. She clearly didn't care, either. Not knowing how much I relished the flavors of her bottom, the swarthy chick eagerly cooperated with the pleasure that I brought her. She sucked in air and bit her lower lip in response to the wonderful sensations my tongue brought her. She moaned louder than before, her twat wet as could be from my oral efforts, the scent overwhelming as it hit my nose. She gripped the table until her knuckles were absurdly pale for her normal skin tone and gave out a feral cry, shrill and unmistakably primeval as it escaped her throat and lungs. Only when the swarthy babe collapsed in a sweaty heap of satisfaction did I enter her from behind and start pounding feverishly away at her soaked pussy, ramming deep within her to the expected results. Out came the same crescendo of moans, steadily rising until she wildly howled in reaction to my cock inside her. The fact that my hands gripped her shoulders as I plundered her cunt as intently as I could. She soon shrieked again, her juicy pussy drenching my dick as she met my thrusts with her own and her animalistic shouts tore into everyone's ears. There was no way to tell if this was one climax, two, or more, the way her arousal continued unabated, exploding in front of me. At last, however, my cock did its work and shot out its newest load. It pulsed and jerked as it released every drop that came from my balls into her cunt. As deep as I penetrated the strange beauty, there was no doubt that were she even remotely fertile right then, she could easily be knocked up good. I withdrew happily, caressing her cheeks fondly as I removed my sated dick from her deep gash, and found it entering another mouth. I looked down to find yet another house slut, this one looking rather Asian, and not about to take no for answer. She winked at me, making it clear that my day had just started to get busy. "Surprised? Don't be. You're in favor and riding high in this organization. Way to impress the leadership. This, friend, is your reward and a sign that you're doing well. From what I've seen, your new status is deserved. You might be the first freshman to ever join the inner circle. That would be a record, sir, and more than deserving of Mira and Ming," Heather spoke up behind me, kneeling and eager to take her own turn with me again. From the way that Heather licked her lips, I had the feeling that I would be both a very sore and very happy man by the end of the day. I could also tell that it would be more than worth it. Even if breakfast had to be warmed up afterward, I was ready to go for it. What red-blooded man wouldn't be? Masters, especially. Sigma Omega Sigma Ch. 03 After breakfast, which had turned out quite well, courtesy of Heather, Mira, and Ming, I found myself being escorted back to the underground crypt or vault, whatever they wished to call it, though I wasn't alone. I was blindfolded again, of course, as were the others, but so were the dozen or so guests that arrived, who appeared to belong to a sorority affiliated with Sigma Omega Sigma, judging by their dress. Yes, my blindfold was removed before theirs. I looked at the group and realized that my suspicions were correct before, as confirmed by the fact that two of the "sisters' were actually guys in drag with dog collars which indicated their submissive status. "Fellow Sigmas, allow us to introduce to you our sister organization in this Greek Council. None of the other fraternities or sororities are like us. Beta Delta Sigma is here for one reason and one only, to train dominant women in their role and prepare them for that life. Betas were born to dominate those in their lives, regardless of sex, just as we Sigmas were born to dominate on the same basis. Some men and women are dominant, some are submissive. Some are vanilla and some are switches. "The last group are often hardest to determine their role, and this is why we find these young women here. They are avowed switches and so their relationship to the organization must be determined once and for all. If selected for continued membership as sufficiently dominant, they can employ their submissive sides through compliance with their leaders, but still dominate their inferiors. If more submissive, they can still dominate other submissives. Here with us are also two of their alumni, who naturally supervise the behavior of the undergraduate leadership, and as with us, are the true government of their organization. "Today is a test for them, as well as for you. Four of them and four of you will be selected to be handcuffed together for the rest of the day. Now, as you men are already proven dominant, your advancement in the organization is what is at stake here for you, or rather the pace of it. These women, however, have mediocre ranking in Beta as it is, probably due to being switches. Any serious slip-ups, and they could end up on the bottom of the pile, so to speak. Now, whatever is done, will be done together. We will see which one of you proves the bossier, more naturally dominant of the pair. "Your cuffs will be removed at the halfway point of the day, at which point you will be given tasks to perform by a monitor from either Sigma or Beta, who meet you at the location assigned to both of you. There will be two Sigma monitors and two Beta monitors. Here are the designated places to which each pair must report at the halfway point of the day. Until, then, you can go about normal, leisurely activities, but with the key difference of being handcuffed together. Oh, and none of you are allowed to tell anyone why you're cuffed together," Brother George, who had been quiet, now commanded us. "Yes, and to make it even more fun for all of us, you will wear the clothes that we assign you for the rest of the day. For you, sir, here's your outfit and here's the outfit for you, Lizzie," Sister Wendy instructed us, starting with a lovely Latina. Lizzie's costume was a Catholic schoolgirl uniform, while mine was a priest's cassock! That was a rather odd choice if we were meant to start from a level playing field. It occurred to me then that Lizzie paid a penalty from the outset for admitting her switchdom. Whatever the test, it would be that much harder for her than it was for me. It also felt very odd to me, as a Jew, to have the clothing of another religion's clergy on my flesh, but I put it on, nonetheless. I noticed that one of the other guys, Eric, was set up with an African-American girl, while the one black fellow, Clement, was matched with a blonde. Then there was Alex, a fellow of Argentine origin, who was paired with an Asian woman. It was as if they not only picked four fairly dominant and secure guys for this, but deliberately chose racial opposites. That was most intriguing to me, but I shrugged it off for the moment. What was more relevant right now was that I was being tested and I was determined to pass it. I had never expected to become involved in a secret society of sadists, but having done so, I like the sense of power that came with it, I had to admit to myself. We were each led to separate chambers, with the other monitors taking their pledges with them to test them out without any influence from Lizzie and me...and vice versa. The handcuffs were temporarily removed from us and Lizzie was placed on an altar on her back. She looked surprisingly calm about it, and I could have sworn that I smelled something of her feminine essence that could only be triggered by sexual pleasure. I also enjoy the secrecy, the ritual, the whole occult aspect of this, so when they commanded me to bind my victim to the altar and tease her with a feather, I did so gladly. What struck me was that Lizzie didn't struggle against her bonds at all...not one bit. I was most puzzled, because if I were in her place, I would have fought my restraints as long as I had breath in my lungs, no matter how futile it was. She whimpered a little, but she otherwise stayed put and let me tickle her with the feather and then with my fingers. "Alright, what else are you going to do to her, Mark? Let's see you in action. You have several tools here and a set amount of time, but we will not tell you how much. We want to see what you'll go for, knowing that there is a time limit, but not knowing what it is. This is about judgment, impulses, and an ability to make an educated guess about the time constraints," Brother George informed me. "For us, it will teach us how our sisters handle the suspense. In this cases, since Lizzie is on probation, as it were, it will give us a better sense of just how strong her submissive side is, how much it will affect her actions. She's in a vulnerable situation. Does she totally yield and surrender to it, or does she resist enough to prove that she really has something of a dominant aspect to her proclaimed switchdom. We are watching and her real character will come to play, I guarantee it. This is not just a game here. Her destiny is at stake here and where the stakes are high, we have to be certain. Not just a little sure, but dead certain," Sister Wendy insisted. With that, I took some of the lube and inserted a butt-plug into Lizzie's sphincter, making her squirm a bit, but also making her notably wet. Something about ass play seemed to excite her, which was quite revealing indeed. When I took the paddle and swung it, driving the plug deeper with each smack of it on the exposed crack of her bottom, she squirmed a little more, but the scent of her arousal became very pungent and hit everyone's nose in a way that left no doubt that she had also pissed herself in the middle of things. I continued to smack her for a little while longer, but then I moved on, taking the candles and hot wax, which I began to slowly drip over her legs as if putting icing on a cake or frosting on a pastry. With every drizzle, she jumped a little, but she became even more excited. Whatever dominant side Lizzie claimed to have, it escaped me. She seemed more like a complete sham...an absolute submissive, through and through. When I took a small saucer and scooped up the fluids from her own snatch to feed them to her, she moaned quite audibly in response. She also drank down even her own piss without any complaint. That was when I dealt the real trump card. I lifted her top just enough and stuck the nipple clamps on Lizzie's tits, which prompted a slow-building orgasm to peak and her full-throated cry of ecstasy to escape her lips. Brother George looked to Sister Wendy, since Lizzie was her responsibility, to get her reaction. She made the gesture for the knife-across-the-throat, indicating that it was time to end things, quite mercifully. As Lizzie was let out of her bonds, sure enough, I was put on the altar myself and bound in turn. When Lizzie was instructed to play with me, she began unzipping my pants and sucking my cock. Sister Wendy waited to see if she was just teasing me, while Brother George watched me struggle with the restraints, clearly not happy about being bound. In fact, I had a serious phobia about that, thanks to an incident when I was younger. While Lizzie's lips and tongue were pleasing, I could have done without the bonds, thank you very much. There were a serious buzz kill. Finally, it seemed, both of them saw enough. I was yanked free of the restraints and permitted to stand up, but not permitted to pull up my pants, nor was she allowed to put her top or skirt back into place. Sister Wendy smacked each of us across the ass with her bare hands, stinging our buttocks, but the contrast between my semi-hardness from the skin contact and Lizzie's moaning of absolute pleasure from the spanking was undeniable. Abruptly, the slaps ended and my reddened cheeks got some relief after all. "Geez, do we really need all day to reach a verdict in this case?" George complained, his own views quite settled. "Not really, but she should still stay with him for the rest of the day. It will get her used to the idea of service. Lizzie, do you understand what has happened here?" Wendy demanded. "Yes, Sister Wendy," Lizzie pouted. "What is that, Lizzie?" Wendy was very stern now. "I...failed. I proved to be submissive...please, don't tell my mother. She's a lifelong member and she would be embarrassed that I didn't make it. I had to try, Sister Wendy, but I confess that I knew along that I am no switch. If I didn't claim to be one, though, I wouldn't have made it this far," Lizzie begged Sister Wendy. "Just as I thought. And just as your mother thought, in fact. Don't worry about your Mommy...she's right here, aren't you, Victoria?" Wendy turned to a tall Tejana beauty who had been in the shadows, wearing only a black corset and crotchless panties. "It's okay, mi hija. I understand. I've known this for a while, sweetie. You can't help that you're like your father. Just like him, you live to serve and obey. Not all women can be Dommes. I don't think any less of you for it. However, it does mean that your life will be on the receiving end of the pain and bondage, not that you will mind it. As for you...Mark, is it? Thank you for discovering what my princess is all about. We suspected it from day one and we've had our eyes out for signs of her submissive nature. If I might make an official request, however...can Lizzie become Mark's personal slut...more than the others? Oh, I trust that he'll share, just as the others do. Nor would I expect him to be faithful to a fucktoy like her. It's just that she needs and deserves the best hand to bring her to heel in just the right balance. Gentle at times, tough at others. She's a very sweet girl. She's never done well on her own. I'd really like to see her bound to a good master for life if possible," Victoria explained with her tongue sliding across her lips in anticipation of seeing her daughter become someone's private pet...my plaything. "Well, Mark, I think that your advancement really moved ahead of schedule. If you weren't the golden boy before, you definitely are now. There will be some jealousy here, no doubt, but provided that you agree to share with us, that's fine. You now get senior privileges...much earlier. Meaning a top-story suite of sorts. Welcome to the Council of Elders. You're now an Elder, since you've been asked to take on the obligations of one at this early phase. To think that there has only been one freshman Elder before...and that was me. "Don't worry. I've seen how you look at Heather and Justin, among others. You'll still get to fuck them and vice versa. You just have to be fair and share Lizzie with us, too. As far as any of us are concerned, however...your college education has been expedited, too. You'll find that we will rush to get you into modular classes and STAT exams, so as to get you that degree. I did some research and you seem to be nearly junior level in terms of credits, anyway, thanks to courses that you aced in the Navy. The sooner that you're an official senior, the less awkward it will prove to be for everyone and the fewer questions will be asked," George informed me. "Anything else, Sister Victoria?" George turned to Lizzie's mother. "Yes, if Mark agrees to marry my daughter, I am prepared to offer him a guaranteed payment for every year of marriage from the family trust. He would just have to agree to marry her, to dominate her, and to raise any brats that she bears as his own, regardless of biological paternity. He would not be asked to be faithful, nor would he be forbidden to loan her out to his friends. I just want my princess to be treated special and as important, even if she is a submissive. She's the daughter of one of the Council of Elders of our sorority, after all. What do you say, Mark?" Victoria directly asked me. "Well, money is not the issue. I'd marry her, with or without it, provided that she agrees to the marriage. True BDSM must be consensual and that includes a D/s marriage, too. I would want to collar her, too, in a proper collaring ceremony. If she agreed to that, and the other conditions that have been mentioned, I would wed her right now. She's...very sweet and worth keeping," I asserted. "Spoken like a perfect Dom...and future son. Well, Lizzie, my girl, what do you say to that?" Victoria demanded from her daughter. "Yes, please...I want to be his. I feel safe with him. He'll dominate me without abusing me," Lizzie insisted. "I'm Jewish, in case that's an issue," I warned them. "But you're not kosher, right?' Victoria wondered. "Would I be here if I was that kind of Jew?" I chuckled and the others broke into laughter, "do I look like a rabbi or one of the Hasidim? Relax, I'm a secular Jew. I go to Temple now and then, but I'm not kosher and I wouldn't ask my wife to convert." "And I'm no anti-Semite. In fact, Lizzie's father is a Jew. Yes, she's half-Jewish herself. He's such a sweet man. Quite the contrast to you, but that's a given, since you're a Dom and a sadist. Victoria Shapiro. Nice to meet you, Mark. Seems that Lizzie took after her father, a submissive...and yes, he's a cuckold, but I reward him now and then by sharing my female submissives with him. Mostly, however, he's a cuck of his own free will and loves to have me control his orgasms, as well as go down on me after I've had other men inside me. Perhaps you'll get to be one of them and give Lizzie a brother or sister. Her father would raise them, I swear it," Victoria offered me, "Oh, and I meant that bit about the money, especially since it doesn't matter to you." "Well, in the meantime, he still has duties here. The marriage can wait until graduation. That can be expedited by the process that we mentioned. Victoria here also sits on the College Board of Regents, I might add, don't you, Vicky?" George observed. "Yes, I do. Speaking of which, George, after the next meeting, I hope to see you in bed. No excuses. I want some booty and you know how to go nice and rough with me," Victoria agreed, "Don't worry, honey. I'll be a very nice mother to you, as you'll see, and I will pull strings for you. It's the least that I can do." "See how it works, Mark? Think that I didn't get some help on my way upward? We work together for mutual benefit. Trade in favors, help each other. You're part of the inner circle now. You'll get to see how it all comes together. You just earned brownie points by agreeing to take on Lizzie. Trust me, you're connected now," George assured me. "Oh, and don't worry...no one here will talk. If they do, they'll pay for it. Anyway, your neophyte phase is all but over, I dare say. Would you say so, George?" Wendy spoke again. "Yes, he's sailed through a bit early. Must be that Navy background. We want him to help us guide the fraternity and very soon. Alright, handcuffs back on. Come on, you know the rules. The probation is over and the initiation is over, but we still have to follow the protocol. Besides, this will be a nice way to get used to each other, both of you. You're going to be man and wife, after all. "Lizzie, you know what this means, right? You gotta drop out of college and move in with the fraternity. That's another reason to accelerate your education, Mark, my friend. Which will turn out well for you, I think, too. Fewer costs, you know, and an earlier start on your career. You need to be sure that you think what you can contribute to the fraternity, by the way. What are your ambitions? You'll need to earn enough to do your duties by us and by your fiancée. This fraternity is not for drifters, either," George stipulated. "As from now on, you are Brother Mark, officially speaking. You are one of the Elders. Enjoy it. Embrace it. Accept the responsibility for it. You are on the Council, both that of the Society and the Order of Leviathan. Yes, this is a lot bigger than just Sigma Omega Sigma. That is just part of the equation. "The mutual goal of our organizations is to aid the evolution of mankind and human civilization by removing the impediments of inefficiency and comfortable myths. There are some men are who born to rule and some women who are as well. The rest are sheep, made to follow the leaders. This is not to demean them. As with Lizzie and her father, followers and submissives are vital, as without them, there would be nobody to rule or dominate, no one to lead. Always remember, in the end, it is the follower and the submissive who has the final choice to submit or to resist. Their surrender is wisdom, not weakness. They know that they must trust the right master or mistress in order to be happy. "Part of being smart enough to rise and to lead is knowing when to accept the help of others, as in not being too proud to trade favors and engage in mutual assistance. No man is an island, leaders and masters included. No woman is an island, either. Throughout history, well-meaning reformers have often caused chaos in the name of equality and waste in the name of fairness. Justice lies not in treating everyone the same, but in treating everyone as he or she wants and deserves. As individuality is vital to leadership, so too is community. Brotherhood. Sisterhood. A partnership of comrades who work together to better each other and themselves... and help advance the Cause. "There is something else that you should know, Brother Mark. Sister Victoria has more than one husband and you must have more than one wife. Both forms of polygamy are de rigeur in our society. A Domme practices polyandry, while a Dom engages in polygyny. While this is not formally or legally recognized yet, we are working to change those laws. While not all subs should marry their Doms, nor all slaves their Masters, marriage is a vital step in embracing and declaring responsibility for one's lifelong pets," George elaborated now. "Yes, by the way...some of those other men are my other husbands. However, Lizzie's father is my first and official husband, my cuckold. Now, as your closest family in this institution, I will administer the oath to you as an Elder of the Councils of Sigma Omega Sigma and the Order of Leviathan," Sister Victoria announced to me, indicating that I should raise my free hand, "keep your other hand on Lizzie's ass. She likes that. I can tell. It is custom to touch the flesh of a slave while taking the oath, anyway, and I am proud that it is my daughter this time around." "Repeat after me," Victoria demanded, "I, Brother Mark of Sigma Omega Sigma, do hereby solemnly swear to consecrate myself, mind, body, and soul, to the work and purposes of Sigma Omega Sigma and the Order of Leviathan as an Elder of the Council. I swear that I will reveal nothing of the workings, institutions, customs, traditions, or practices of these organizations or their ruling bodies to any external persons or organizations. I swear that I will not betray or in any way harm the Order of Leviathan, its goals, or its fraternity or sorority. I swear this by the power of Leviathan the God, may He strike me down if I should prove to deceive anyone by the taking of this oath." Sigma Omega Sigma Ch. 03 I repeated the oath and thus became a member of what turned out to be a bit more even than a secret society. I had, without realizing up until now, voluntarily joined a cult. How this meshed with my Judaism would remain to be seen, but I was always a rather lapsed member of the Faith. This was driven further home by the removal of my shirt and the brand that suddenly seared the flesh of my chest, right above my heart. Then my shirt was put back on and the branding mark covered up...I had to hand it to them. Most folks would have been content with a tattoo, but nothing could undo the work of a branding iron. I was marked as theirs for life, just as Lizzie was...there was no getting out of this now. I was in a trap with steel jaws...and despite the pain from the branding, I could never have been happier than I was now. Lizzie wasn't branded, but her collar left no doubt that she belonged to us...to me. Apparently, the branding was just for the Elders...a way to reinforce their allegiance to the Order. "Now, begin your day as you normally can, given that you're handcuffed to each other. We'll blindfold you and see what happens. Remember, you can't tell a soul why you're handcuffed together. Just make something up. People will believe anything these days, no matter how outlandish," George instructed me. Mazel tov, I thought. The adventure was about to begin...