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Sorority Submission

By: silkstockingslover



Summary: It is the 1st humiliating day of Rush Week for a shy pledge.

Note 1: This story is dedicated to the real Anne who is exactly as the story describes: a powerful domme to her man and a submissive slut to other woman.

Note 2: A special thanks to the personal artwork of Candi who spent hours creating the images for this lengthy tale based on my complex and detailed requests.

Note 3: I am Canadian. I never pledged a sorority and base my ridiculous over-the-top plot on my fantasies, a few msn conversations, other stories I have read over the years and a plethora of 1980's movies (although sadly I also imagined it being a lot like that Amanda Bynes movie "Sydney White"...which I sadly also admit I liked...a lot). I have also condensed the timeframe for plot purposes.

Note 4: The story will have at least 6 parts and be released over the next year based on when the images are completed and the story edited.

Note 5: Thanks to Mab7991, Susan and LaRascasse for editing this story.

Sorority Submission

Prologue (Saturday) I knew in high school I was bi; well I was pretty sure I was bi. I admired a woman's bodies way too much and ninety percent of my masturbation fantasies had me at the whim of some pretty cheerleader or a sexy teacher. Strangely, unlike many girls who were shy around boys, I was the opposite, which made sense I suppose due to my confusing sexuality. Around boys I was confident and truth be told a bit domineering...I slept with two guys in my grade twelve year, but in both cases I controlled the situation...I called the shots. Yet, around girls, especially those I had a crush on, I stammered and got shy like a wimpy school boy would do. Thus I never acted on my feelings though due to shyness and the fact that back in m small town high school being bi was still considered taboo (unlike at college where a girl is considered a prude if she has never at the very least, as Katy Perry put it, 'Kissed a Girl').

To make matters worse, although I am pretty, with blue eyes and dirty blonde hair, I did not develop early and the breasts I dreamed of never did arrive, unlike the promises my grandma made that they one day would. My 32a breasts were practically non-existent, although my nipples were super sensitive, I suppose begging to be important on my otherwise flat chest.

When I started college, I moved three hours away and decided to make a new start. I promised myself I would be more outgoing and hopefully confirm if I was bi. I decided I would pledge a sorority, the same one my mother was in years ago, and make the most of my stereotypical college years.

Being a second generation pledge, I was supposed to be a sure thing. But I learned that was not the case the very first day.

I arrived on time to the Pi Delta greet and meet initiation in a pink semi-casual dress and bubbling with excitement. I was introduced to the other potential pledges and we were wined and dined and wined some more...it was all very decadent and fake. Although I enjoyed the attention, I could tell there was something going on beneath the surface that I could not put my finger on, just an ominous feeling that wouldn't go away.

Finally, Beth, the senior sorority President, who was a solid twelve out of ten with flaming red hair, green eyes and voluptuous breasts, spoke. "Ladies, you are here tonight because you are the best of the best and we only take the best. Alumni of this prestigious sorority are lawyers, doctors, judges, politicians, actresses, and many other influential positions. Actually our current Dean, Ms. Walker, is a former member of this sorority. Yet, with such power comes sacrifice. We need to know you will be loyal Pi Delta as sisters, and that the sorority comes first. Over the next week you will partake in Rush Week and will be given five tasks to complete. These tasks will test your character and your loyalty. If you do not fulfill any one of the five tasks, you will not be allowed to pledge our sorority. With that said, each of you will be interviewed tomorrow by myself, Jamie, your pledge leader, and Kim our Vice-President." Jamie and Kim were physical clones of Beth, with huge breasts, their hair color being the only distinctive difference. While Beth had red hair, Jamie was a brunette and Kim a blonde. Beth, a permanent smile on her face, continued, "With all the formalities out of the way, please enjoy the rest of the festivities. Tomorrow rush week begins."

There was polite clapping and the music was started again. I met a ton of nice girls and was very excited about joining the sorority and fitting in.

 The Interview (Sunday) I arrived to the interview early and waited and waited for over forty-five minutes before I was called to be interviewed. When I entered the room I was surprised by the very formal setting. The three girls were at a board table of sorts and I was supposed to sit across from them.

Beth started. "Tell us a bit about yourself Anne."

"Well, I am eighteen, from Harrisburg, Pennsylvania and my Mom is an alumni of Pi Delta. I am a dancer, love reading, tennis, softball, chess and...."

Jamie interrupted, with an impatient wave of the hand, "Ok, ok, enough of your life story, let's get to the questions."

The abruptness surprised me, but I quit talking and waited for a question.

Beth smiled, "Ignore Jamie. It is her time of month and this is our fiftieth interview of the day."

"No worries," I smiled, attempting to just go with the flow, even though I felt butterflies in my stomach.

"So, question one. What would you bring to our sorority?" Beth asked.

I paused, trying to come up with a good answer. "Well, I am very athletic; I am a very good listener and...."

Jamie interrupted me again. "So you are flexible?" she asked.

"Very," I answered. "I have been a gymnast for years."

A strange smile crossed Jamie's face.

Beth said, giving Jamie a look, "Go on, Anne."

"Um, I am a people person and love to help out. I am also always eager to learn new things," I continued, trying to sell myself like I would in a job interview.

"Interesting," Jamie said, the same odd look on her face, as if she was thinking about something completely different from what we were discussing.

Kim asked, "What do you do for fun, girlfriend?"

Being called girlfriend relaxed me as it made me feel like part of them. I answered, "I love to read. I write poetry. I like to travel and just relax."

"So you are an introvert?" Jamie asked.

Having taking a few quizzes in my psychology class, I knew I was indeed an extreme introvert. "Yes," I admitted, before adding, "but I am hoping to change that by joining Pi Delta."

"Oh that you will," Jamie said as if it was a promise, yet something in her tone was very foreboding, making me slightly uncomfortable.

Beth chuckled, giving the brunette another quick look, "What Jamie means is that we are like one big family and we like to think we give all our girls opportunities to find their true selves."

"We dig very deep," Jamie added, not even a hint of a smile on her face.

"That sounds awesome," I gushed, excited to be in such a warm supportive environment.

The next few questions were about my grades, best subjects, had I tried drugs, where I had travelled and so forth. Then Beth warned, "These next few questions are very personal. But they need to be answered honestly. There are no secrets among sorority sisters."

"We share everything," Jamie added, stressing the word 'everything'."

"Ok," I replied, although I was instantly nervous, unable to fathom what kind of questions were to follow the already rather thorough interview.

"Are you a virgin?" Beth asked.

"Pardon?" I asked, surprised by the frank question.

Jamie repeated, her tone condescending, "It is a simple yes or no question. Are you a virgin?"

"No," I blushed.

"How many guys has a slut like you fucked?" Jamie asked, crudely.

Being called a slut was a slap across the face, but I answered as if I wasn't offended. "Just two."

"Have you licked any pussy?" Jamie questioned.

"No," I replied, flabbergasted by the question.

"Figures," Jamie sarcastically grumbled.

"Well then the next question may seem a bit redundant, after Jamie's rather abrupt question," Beth said, glaring at Jamie, "but I must ask it anyway. Are you straight, bi or a lesbian?"

I was again almost too shocked to answer and even though I was pretty sure I liked girls and boys, I stammered, "S-s-straight."

"How can you be so sure, if you have never been with a girl?" Jamie asked, a smile suddenly spreading across her lips. Was she flirting with me?

Beth shushed her. "Sssh, Jamie, it's nice to have a pledge who isn't already a whore."

"Thank you, ma'am," I said, feeling better that Beth was on my side.

"I assume you have not had anal sex then," Beth accused as if not having had anal sex made me a prude.

"God, no," I gasped, and then added, "Sorry for using the Lord's name in vain."

Jamie cackled, "Oh my, you are so fucking precious."

"Thank you, ma'am," I replied, not catching on to the obvious sarcasm.

"No threesomes, orgies, trains, obviously," Beth listed.

The parade of obscenities was shocking and I just shook my head no, as I kept waiting to discover I was on Candid Camera. Just the thought of any of these slutty acts was absurd even if many of my solo pleasure times included more than one partner.

"How often do you masturbate?" Beth asked.

I paused before answering, "Once a week maybe twice."

"That is it?" Jamie asked, "If I don't get off daily by myself, a guy or someone else, I am a ballistic bitch."

The way she said 'someone else' had me nervous as the brunette's eyes bore into me. Before I could even stop myself, I quipped back, "I guess it has been a couple of days then." The other two girls exploded with laughter as Jamie glared at me with a look that could kill. As soon as I said it, I wished I could take it back. I apologized, "I am so sorry, that was completely uncalled for." Although I didn't really feel sorry, I didn't want a brief moment of being sassy to hurt my chances of joining the sorority.

Jamie's glare quickly faded as she smiled and said, "That is alright, you have a little spunk. I wasn't sure a good girl like you had any. Training you will be a lot more fun than I thought."

The word 'training' caught my attention, but I just assumed it was a poor choice of words.

Beth continued what felt to me more like an interrogation than an interview. "And how do you pleasure yourself, Anne?"

"Do I really have to answer that?" I asked, feeling this was getting way too personal.

"There are no secrets between sisters," the mostly quiet Kim pointed out.

I thought to myself that my sister and I had never had a conversation even remotely as personal as this. "Just my fingers," I admitted.

"I bet you don't even own any toys, do you?" Jamie again chirped, her tone full of accusation.

"No I don't," I admitted, but trying to impress them, I released a secret I had ever told anyone, "but I have used my brush often."

"You fucked yourself with a brush?" Jamie crudely reworded.

"No...yes...I guess so," I replied, my face instantly red with shame, mortified by how dirty she made it sound.

"Well, that is all for the interview, Anne," Beth said, "thank you for your time."

I couldn't tell if Beth's flippant attitude was a good or bad sign. I asked, "Is there anything else?"

"Not today," Beth said, before adding, "but your first task will be given to you tomorrow."

"Ok," I said, eager to start the real pledging, although kind of nervous about what lay ahead after this bizarre interview.

Jamie didn't say anything, but the look in her eyes as I left was creepy, I couldn't quite place it, other than to say it felt like she was assessing me, sizing me up...but I had no clue for what.

 RUSH TASK #1: Dress Like a Slut (Monday)

The first task arrived the next morning. Each of us potential pledges were given an outfit to wear that was definitely not high school appropriate, but apparently colleges don't have dress codes.

A sorority sister named Camree brought me an outfit and a note. She smiled, clearly in on something us rush week pledges were not and said, "Make sure you follow the instructions completely."

I nodded and she was gone. I looked at the outfit I was expected to wear. It was ludicrous. It was a school girl's uniform: a white blouse and a very short plaid skirt, but instead of knee high socks that are most common with such an outfit there were white thigh high stockings, the tops of which obviously would be completely visible given the length of the skirt. I sighed being so shy I wasn't really comfortable bringing such obvious attention to myself. I grabbed the note:

Wannabe Sorority Sister Your journey begins today. Task one is a simple one. Wear the outfit that has been hand-picked for you.

Pledge Leader Jamie

P.S.: You are also not allowed to wear any undergarments with your outfit. No BRA and no PANTIES. (Unless it is that time of month, then panties are allowed).

P.S.S.: A reminder if you do not fulfill any of the tasks, you will be eliminated from the OPPORTUNITY to become a sister.

P.S.S.S.: You are expected to be at the sorority house at seven...DO NOT BE LATE! ...

I gasped. I had never gone in public without underwear. My breasts were so small that a bra had always been more of a fashion accessory than a necessity, but no underwear was nerve-wrecking. I wouldn't even fathom doing such a thing...until now.

I sighed as I started to get out of my conservative warm pajamas and dressed in the expected attire, unable to figure out why they would want to dress us up so absurdly. Although I was mortified by the thought of being seen in public dressed so scantily, my determination to become a sorority sister won out.

Once dressed, I checked myself in the mirror and was pleasantly surprised by how cute I looked...kind of slutty...but cute. I grabbed my backpack and headed off to my first class.

As soon as I walked out my door and started down the stairs I realized that not all the girls were dressed the same. Each was dressed in some sort of naughty schoolboy stroke fantasy outfit. I saw a maid's outfit, a nurse, a pirate, a princess, just to name a few, but all were the sluttiest versions possible.

I realized I was going to be late for class if I didn't hurry. At least, they hadn't chosen my shoes, so I was able to wear flats. I walked, almost ran, to my class, my right hand keeping my skirt from flying up from the brisk breeze. Arriving in class, I sat in the very back row as to limit the number of people who might see me dressed this way; at the very least no one would be able to see me from behind.

Another sorority sister wannabe, Rose, sat beside me in a hooters outfit. She gave a knowing, embarrassed, smile and joked, "Seems a little early for Halloween."

"Especially, a risqué Halloween," I replied, sharing her mutual discomfort.

 "Actually, you look nice," Rose complimented.

"Really?" I asked.

"Yes and at least you look relatively fashionable," she sighed, before pointing to her large breasts against a tight t-shirt that advertised 'Hooters' right on it, "and at least you are not advertising yourself as a ditz."

"Well, if nothing else," I said, trying to compliment her, "the outfit sure showcases your assets."

"That it does," she chuckled. "As does yours."

"How so?" I asked.

"You have amazing legs and the thigh highs really direct people's eyes to them," she pointed out.

"Thanks," I said, my face going red with the compliment.

Class began and as I became immersed in the lecture, ironically on women's rights, I forgot about my attire. Class ended and both Rose and I waited until the class left as we briefly discussed rush week. We both agreed that although our outfits were a bit embarrassing, it wasn't that big a deal.

We went our separate ways. Unlike the empty campus in the morning, many more students were out and about and I felt every set of eyes looking at me, judging me. I kept my head down and quickly headed to my literature class. Again, I sat in the back row.

The rest of the morning had me an anxious mess feeling as if everyone was judging me. Three times I was whistled at, two guys complimented my legs and one creepy guy asked me out. But it was the attention from other girls that was the worst. I could feel their glares. I could see their disapproval and at least twice I heard someone call me a slut. I was almost in tears by lunch, when I bumped into Beth who was dressed casually in jeans and a t-shirt.

"You ok, sexy?" Beth asked.

I blushed at being called sexy as I replied, "Some people are so mean."

"Other girls?" she asked, knowingly.

"Yes," I whispered, trying to hold back my tears.

"They are jealous," Beth explained.

"Of me?" I asked.

"Of course," Beth smiled. "You look absolutely delicious in your outfit and most girls going here know about our different tasks and are jealous that you may become something they never can...a sister of the Pi Deltas."

"Oh," I said, surprised, and suddenly a bit more relaxed.

"I need more confidence than that from a future Pi Delta," Beth said.

Hearing her imply I was going to be a Pi Delta gave me a boost of confidence I needed. "Ok," I replied, "why do I care what others think?"

"Exactly. All you need are your sisters," Beth smiled, pulling me in for a hug. Her large breasts felt so warm against my body. I suddenly had an urge to cup them in my hands, but, of course, resisted the temptation, even as a spark was lit down below.

Letting me go, Beth's smile shifted from sweet to something unexplainable. "Did you obey the letter?"

"Yes, ma'am," I admitted, my face beet red.

"How does it feel?" she asked.

"Weird, at first, but you get used to it," I replied honestly.

Pulling me into a nearby bathroom she said, "Panty check. Let me see."

"Pardon?" I asked, confused.

"Lift up your skirt. I need to make sure you obeyed the instructions," she said, her tone shifting just slightly from the sweet-as-pie tone to something a bit more authoritative.

"Here?" I asked, suddenly very uncomfortable, even as my pussy continued to beg for attention.

"Yes, now hurry up before someone comes in," Beth instructed, her tone implying she was losing patience with me.

Not wanting to upset her, I lifted up my skirt to show my obedience to the task.

"Your cunt looks wet," Beth said, surprising me by moving her hand to my exposed vagina.

I gasped as she touched me quickly and moved her fingers to her mouth. "You are wet, my pet." I wondered being called 'my pet' but let it go as I nervously stood still during inspection.

She sucked her finger with my juice on it and smiled, "Hmmmm, delicious." She finished sucking her finger, winked and said, "See you at seven."

She left me alone in the washroom stunned. I quickly allowed my skirt to fall back down hiding my wet and excited pussy. Undeniably horny and desperately needing to get off, I went to a stall and began pleasuring myself. As I rubbed my swollen clit, I Beth referring to me as her pet returned into my head. Although I had fantasized many times about being with a girl, after one endearing name and one forbidden touch, I became obsessed. Imagining being with Beth was all it took for me to reach my much needed orgasm. I bit my lip as my orgasm spread through me as someone else entered the washroom, oblivious to my naughty deed.


Sorority Submission: A Spanking



Summary: Pledge gets disciplined for not completing her task in time.

In Part 1 Sorority Submission...Anne sorority pledge fulfills her first task to not wear panties or a bra for the day and where a provocative outfit chosen for her. She is then chosen to be the inspection girl to see if all the other pledges have fulfilled the task as well. Since Anne has very small breasts the task is made extra humiliating. She also meets a very nice boy, Harvey.

Note 2: This story is dedicated to the real Anne who is exactly as the story describes: a powerful domme to her man and a submissive slut to other woman.

Note 3: I am Canadian. I never pledged a sorority and base my ridiculous over-the-top plot on my fantasies, a few msn conversations, other stories I have read over the years and a plethora of 1980's movies (although sadly I also imagined it being a lot like that Amanda Bynes movie "Sydney White"...which I sadly also admit I liked...a lot). I have also condensed the timeframe for plot purposes.

Note 4: Thanks to Mab7991, and Leann for editing this chapter.

Note 5: This was released a couple months ago originally without the illustrations and quickly pulled. Thanks to Candi the artwork and fulfilling my vision. (All artwork used with permission of the artist)

TASK 2: A Spanking for not Measuring Up(Tuesday)

I was woken up the next day again by Camree who just handed me a note. She said, "Have fun," and left, her sing-song tone telling me she knew what today's task was.

I opened the note and read it.

Pledge,

Today is another easy task. You must have a fellow male student allow you to take a picture of his fully erect cock. You must take the picture with your cell phone and send it to Beth by six-thirty. As we will every day during rush week, you must meet at seven at the sorority.

Have fun!

P.S. you get bonus points for each cock you get a picture of.

P.S.S. the biggest cock will get five bonus points.

Although the task was a bit extreme, I instantly thought of Harvey. He knew I was pledging and hopefully would help me with this absurd task. I texted him and asked if we could meet for lunch and he agreed.

Since I had no clothing expectations, I dressed casually in jeans, a t-shirt and stockings. The morning flew by as I prepared to ask Harvey the strangest question ever. Although slightly nervous, I already felt comfortable with Harvey and hoped he would not see my request as slutty as it would sound.

After a morning of lectures, I headed to meet Harvey for lunch. As soon as I saw him I got excited, he was a very attractive man and one I thought he had potential as a boyfriend. He walked over and greeted me, "How is Belle today?"

"Magnificent," I replied, trying to sound just like Belle.

"Nice," he said, quoting the movie, "will you be my guest for lunch."

Either he is really witty, really suave or he prepared for today, any of the three were impressive. I replied back, "Lead the way, Sir."

We chatted for the next forty-five minutes about our lives. I admitted my favorite movie was Sixteen Candles, he admitted he loved John Hughes films although argued Some Kind of Wonderful was his best film. I told him my favorite type of music was country and he promised not to judge me for my horrendous musical taste. He informed me he was stuck in the 1970s and his favorite album was Meatloaf's 'Bat Out of Hell' and I too promised not to judge him (although secretly I love 'Paradise by the Dashboard Light'). We learned we are both avid readers, both love sports and both like musicals (which is rare in a guy). Time flew by and I felt a connection with him I had never felt with any other guy.

Sadly though, we both had classes coming up and I had a task to fulfill. I prefaced my request first. "You know how I am pledging Pi Delta?"

"Yeeeees," he said, clearly already knowing I needed his help.

"Well, I need a favor," I said, trying to be flirty.

He joked, "You need a hot guy to bring back with you tonight."

"Not far off," I replied, my tone unable to hide my awkwardness with what I was about to ask him next.

"What is it?" he asked, grabbing my hand that sent fireworks throughout my body. "I will do anything for you."

One sentence and I relaxed as I coyly teased, "Anything is a pretty strong word."

"I mean it," he smiled, squeezing my hand gently, "What do you need?"

"A picture of your erect cock," I throw out there, my face going red.

His face showed shock, but he recovered quickly. "Is that all? Do you want that as a glossy or matte format?"

I almost choked as I exploded into laughter from the question. Finally calming down, I answered, pulling out my cell phone, "Digital, actually."

"Oh my," he said, realizing I wasn't kidding. "Usually, I make my date pay for supper before she gets to see what's under the hood."

I again laughed because of his geeky, yet adorable smile. I countered, rather aggressively, "Nothing gets in my garage before I have appraised its value."

His eyebrow went up. "I like to think I have a classic corvette."

"I hope not," I countered.

"Why not?" he asked.

"They are all look and speed," I quipped, "I want one that likes to go for long relaxing drives and enjoys the scenery."

Both of us were laughing, covering up the sexual tension that was now dripping with each word and action. "Well, I am an explorer. I love to just roam and see where I end up."

I could feel the heat in my cheeks and the slight chill in my spine from the playful innuendo. I finally returned us to the task at hand. "So, can I get a quick peek of your car for an appraisal of worth?"

"Hmmmmm, and what do I get in return?" he asked.

I countered, using a sports term, "A vague commitment of future considerations."

"I don't know," he said playfully, "I was hoping for something more now."

"Like what?" I asked, excited and nervous by his answer.

"A kiss," he answered, adding, "Maybe you can turn this beast into a man."

I responded playfully as I stood up, "I want both, beast and man."

He stood up too and I leaned in and kissed him. It was tender and sweet and I instantly knew he was the boy...the beast...the man for me.

Breaking the kiss, I smiled and said, "So now for your end of the deal."

He seemed as dazed as I did from the kiss, or at least I hoped so. He stammered, "S-s-so, how about after supper, say six at my dorm."

Noticing his suave confidence fading a bit, I played along, "Excellent, text me your dorm number, I am really looking forward to appraising your merchandise."

Before he could answer, I turned and walked away, knowing to always leave the boys high and hard. Not surprisingly, I received a text five minutes later with a room and a time.

I barely heard a word any of my professors said all afternoon as I waited for my after class rendezvous. I hadn't got laid in a while and although I didn't want to look like a complete slut, the thought of getting laid was very appealing. I also was praying his confidence wasn't falsely gained and his cock was indeed an impressive vehicle.

After class was done, I had a quick dinner before I made my way to his dorm arriving the compulsory five minutes late, not wanting to look too eager. Playing the game himself, he made me wait a few seconds after I knocked on his door.

As he opened the door, he greeted me, "Welcome to my castle."

I entered Harvey's messy dorm room and asked jokingly, "Clearly, you do not have the hired help of the Beast."

"Sadly no, but I do have a very messy roommate," he countered taking my hand and leading me to his room.

I quipped, as I followed, "Do you take all the girls you woo in the cafeteria line here?"

He laughed as we entered his very clean room. "You would be the first."

His door closed, I surveyed his rather immaculate room. Again, I was impressed. Unlike the boys I had dated in the past, Harvey was a man and I knew I wanted him. I sauntered over to him, my voice flirty, "So can I inspect your equipment?"

Again his suave confidence faded, as he was clearly not used to an aggressive woman. "Um, s-s-sure," he babbled, but didn't make a move.

I leaned in again and kissed him, this time with more urgency and passion than the first tentative, exploratory kiss this afternoon. Soon our tongues were exploring every reachable crevice of each other's mouths as we slowly moved to his bed. Staying in control, I pushed him onto his bed, before following him down and returning to our passionate kissing. Minutes ticked by before I began manoeuvring my way down his body, unbuttoning his shirt. I kissed his tanned neck, I nibbled his erect nipples and I licked his firm abdomen, a constant tease.

Finally, I was at his crotch. I asked, ever so polite, "May I?"

He let out a half-grunt, "Yes."

I unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and pulled them down and off. I could see his quite impressive, fully erect cock silhouetted in his black briefs begging for release. I asked, my hand squeezing his cock through his underwear, "It looks like your corvette wants to go out for a spin."

"God yes," he moaned, his cock flinching in my hand.

I tugged his underwear free and a very impressive cock, a solid seven inches, saluted me. I complimented, "I must say, the early appraisal is quite high." I don't know why I did it, other than I was horny and loved the idea of surprising this sexy guy, but I leaned forward and took it in my mouth.

Not surprisingly, he moaned loudly. I didn't bob up and down like some hungry co-ed cocksucking slut, instead I just lavishly swirled my tongue around his mushroom top. Every once and a while, I would slowly deep throat him, taking all seven inches in my mouth before returning to teasing just the top.

Once I had him completely at my will (which let's be honest is the second a woman touches a guy's cock, never mind putting it in her mouth), I decided it was time to take the picture. I took his cock out of my mouth and announced, "Picture time."

He opened his eyes, a clear look of disappointment in his face, but stammered, "S-s-sure," before adding, "It's just going to be my cock right? Not my face?"

"Yes, baby," I purred, attempting to calm his insecurities and compliment him. "There will be no facial evidence to the proud ownership of this beautiful cock, this very nice Lincoln Continental."

He laughed awkwardly at my luxury car reference as I reached for my purse and pulled out my phone. I joked, as I zoomed in to his delicious flagpole cock, "Say cheese."

"What?" he asked, suddenly nervous, but not covering his face.

"Just kidding," I replied as I snapped a picture. "Give me a second as I text this to Beth."

A few seconds later, sending the text at 6:33, a few minutes past the deadline, Harvey's cock was in cyberspace, an impressive memory of my second task completed. I returned to Harvey and pulled him to the edge of the bed and asked, "Now, where was I?"

He stood up and smiled, "I think you were making me fall in love with you."

He moved away from the bed slightly and I grabbed him by the cock. "And where do you think you are going? I'm not done with this beautiful cock of yours," I purred playfully.

He stammered, "W-w-where have you been all my life?"

I smiled provocatively, "It doesn't matter where I have been, it matters where I am now."

"Touche," he agreed.

"Do you like where I am right now, Harvey?" I asked, demurely, my hand firmly on his big cock.

"God, yes," he whimpered as I returned to sucking his cock, this time slowly bobbing up and down. Hearing his breathing increase, I allowed his cock to slip out of my mouth. "Tell me when you are going to come, okay baby."

"Sure," he whimpered, clearly he was putty in my hand or my mouth to be more precise.

I took his cock back in my mouth and continued a slow burn blow job. I wanted to savor the moment, let him know just how good it could be, pull him in with sex and soon have him wrapped around my finger like my pervious boyfriends. A couple of minutes of constant, slow, up and down and I decided to go for the kill. I shifted from slow and sweet to faster and in less than a minute I heard him grunt, "Soon, Anne."

I think he assumed I would quit sucking, but instead I took that as my cue and began to hungrily bob up and down, deep throating him with each downward movement. The increased pace was the final straw and he grunted loud as he sprayed his sweet seed down my throat. It was a surprisingly full load and I swallowed it all hungrily. I slowed down to a snail's pace as I retrieved the final remnants of his cum before letting his delicious cock slip out of my mouth.

I moved up and kissed him hard sliding my tongue in his mouth, allowing the last lingering remnants of his own cum to be tasted by him. It obviously surprised him, but as expected he let me take control. Breaking the kiss, I said, "I would say the appraisal will come in quite high."

He smiled nervously as he asked like a gentleman, "Can I return the favor?"

"I'll take a rain check, I need to be back at the sorority in ten minutes," I said, disappointed that I couldn't appraise his cunt licking ability.

"O-o-ok," he said, clearly thinking I was brushing him off.

I tried to clarify I wasn't. "No seriously, I am expecting the royal treatment. I expect my garage thoroughly emptied before you fill it."

"Holy shit," he gasped, a smile crossing his face.

"What?" I asked.

"I think I love you," he replied, clearly in awe.

I winked, "Be careful what you say, sexy. I am a very hard woman to please."

"I am up for the challenge," he replied.

Glancing at his still erect cock, I retorted, "So it seems." I blew him a kiss and left his room, leaving him again wanting more. I hurried across campus just making it to the sorority in time.

"Cutting it kind of close, aren't we, Little Annie?" Jamie smirked as I arrived.

Amazing how after just completely controlling a situation, I could so quickly be cut down to size and feel little. I avoided eye contact as I apologized, "Sorry, it won't happen again."

"Go wait in line," Jamie ordered, slapping my ass.

I quickly joined the other pledges as we patiently waited whatever was in store next.

A couple minutes after seven, Beth arrived and opened with, "Congratulations ladies, you all completed today's task." There was polite applause by the sorority sisters, before Beth pointed out, her tone shifting from praise to disappointment. "But one of you did not make the 6:30 deadline."

I felt my cheeks red with shame, a glowing show of guilt. I prayed someone was later than me...I was only three minutes late. Alas, I learned she was indeed talking about me.

"Unfortunately, when one pledge fails, you all fail," Beth continued, before staring directly at me.

I looked down, feeling every set of eyes on me.

Beth continued, "You see we are all one here, we are a sisterhood. We look after one another."

I felt guilt wash over me and apologized profusely. "I am so, so sorry. I found a guy willing, but it took longer than expected. Please don't punish the others."

Jamie finally spoke. "You are willing to take the punishment for all your fellow pledges?"

"Yes," I quickly agreed, without knowledge of what the punishment would be.

"You are sure?" Jamie asked, implying the punishment was not going to be fun.

"Yes," I repeated, adding, "I am the one who failed, I deserve the consequences."

"Come here, Little Annie," Jamie instructed.

I winced at the derogatory pet name, but I began to walk over, but was stopped. "On all fours, Little Annie," Jamie commanded.

Humiliated yet again, I crawled to Jamie as Beth continued to explain the expectations of the sorority. "Girls you must understand the utter loyalty that exists between us. The sorority comes first...always. It comes before your friends, your boyfriend or girlfriend, whatever your sexual orientation, and even your family. We are your family now."

I reached Jamie and waited patiently, full of complex anxiety, for whatever was about to happen.

Beth explained, "Since pledge Anne has willingly sacrificed herself to take the punishment for all of you, we will not add another day to your tasks. Instead we will proceed with a team approach to punishment."

I listened to every word, petrified yet curious what kind of punishment they had in store for me.

Jamie ordered, "Stand up, Little Annie."

I obeyed, thankful to be off my knees.

Jamie ordered, "Take off your jeans."

"Pardon?" I questioned, having heard the question, but unable to comprehend it properly.

"Take off your fucking jeans," Jamie snapped.

Petrified by her sudden outburst, I quickly fumbled with my jeans and took them off as my level of humiliation continued to build.

"You are wearing thigh highs under your jeans?" Jamie asked, surprised.

"Yes, I think they are sexy," I admitted.

"Hmmmm, that they are," Jamie purred, looking me over like she wanted to devour me whole. "Actually they will come in handy. Take off your thigh highs."

I obeyed, curious what her intent was. I took them off and when she offered her hand I gave them to her.

"Panties too, Little Annie," Jamie ordered, as all the pledges and sorority sisters watched my public humiliation.

I trembled as I slowly pulled my panties down and off. Once naked from the waist down, Jamie took my hand and pulled me towards one of the couches. Once there, standing behind the couch, she ordered, "Bend over, Little Annie."

I complied, even as every inch of my body screamed at me to run. I had never in my life felt more vulnerable, more insecure than I did at this moment, yet I could feel my pussy getting wet.

She then used the thigh highs to tie my hands together, making me even more helpless.

Beth explained, "Form a line behind Sister Jamie."

Quickly my fellow pledges obeyed and I could no longer see any of them.

Beth explained, "Pledge Anne has courageously stood up and accepted responsibility for her actions which I respect, yet no disobedience can be overlooked. Pledges, each of you will spank your fellow pledge firmly on her ass. Anne, after each slap, you will thank the pledge for punishing you. Is that understood?"

"Yes," I replied, even though I was tensing up with fear.

"Remember," Beth finished, "only from true respect, true loyalty and true discipline can we be successful as a sorority. Pledge Angela, you may start."

I closed my eyes and waited for the inevitable pain, stunned by the reality of my punishment.

SMACK! I winced and let out a yelp on contact. I am not sure what I expected it to feel like, but my left ass cheek stung and burned instantly. I almost forgot my part of the task. "Thank you, Angela, for punishing me."

Beth added, "Each time, Pledge Annie, you must thank your punisher with different words."

"OK," I replied, through clenched teeth, unable to fathom forty-eight more slaps.

"Pledge Carlee," Beth announced.

SMACK! This time the right cheek took the full force of the slap, which echoed through the room. A similar pain burned through me as I thanked my fellow pledge. "Thank you, Carlee, for slapping my white ass."

Jamie laughed, "It won't be white for long."

"Pledge Leah," Beth called forward.

SMACK! A second straight slap on my right ass cheek, doubled the burn and I let out a scream. "Thank you, Leah, for teaching me my place."

"Your place?" Jamie questioned with a laugh.

I realized the absurdity of my last words but remained silent as Beth said, "Pledge Amber."




Sorority Submission: A Spanking



SMACK! A third straight hand made contact with my right ass cheek as I let out another loud scream. Tears began to form as I struggled to speak. "Thank you, Amber, for-for-for spanking me."

A sudden SMACK hit my right ass cheek again startling me as Jamie said, "Didn't Sister Beth say each thank you must be different?"

"S-s-sorry," I stammered through now rolling tears, before adding, "Thank you, Sister Jamie, for punishing me for my disobedience, I was a bad little girl."

"You are welcome, Little Annie," Jamie replied, her hand squeezing my ass cheeks softly, which somehow helped with the burn.

"Pledge Quinn," Beth called out.

SMACK! Thankfully on the left cheek this time and I quickly said, trying to say something different no matter how absurd, "That felt so good, thank you, Quinn."

The next few minutes were a blur as I vaguely got used to the pain. The sharp intensity that occurred on contact, the constant burn that stung then slowly dissipated just in time for the cycle to continue again. I lost track of how many slaps I had taken, as I focused on rephrasing the thank you each time.

Finally, my ass feeling raw, my tear ducts empty, my head a muddled mess, Beth announced, "Last slap goes to Pledge Stephanie."

Both cheeks burned so badly now, I didn't care which cheek she hit and was surprised when Stephanie ordered, "Stand up, Little Annie."

I slowly did, causing new sharp pains to burn in my ass like an uncontrollable forest fire.

Stephanie moved close to me and I thought she was going to kiss me.

I closed my eyes, expecting a kiss and puckered.

Stephanie laughed, "Little Annie thinks I am going to kiss her."

Laughter for the second day in a row echoed around me, at me. My face burned the same color I assumed my burning ass was. I opened my eyes and looked at Stephanie who was smiling deviously, a smirk that she knew something I didn't.

"Open your legs," Stephanie instructed, her finger sliding between my tiny breasts.

I obeyed, my pussy tingling with strange anticipation. Her other hand went directly to my vagina. I stared at her as she smiled, completely taken aback by her touch, her powerful demeanor. I was completely at her will as her finger that was teasing my vagina gently suddenly moved away and returned a second later with an astoundingly loud and hard SMACK!

Instead of a scream of pain, I let out an involuntary moan and began to quiver realizing just how wet my pussy was.

"She is dripping wet," Stephanie announced to everyone.

Jamie quipped, "Little Annie gets turned on from being spanked, does she?"

"N-n-no," I stammered, but was unable to deny the wetness in my pussy and my sudden hunger to get off, even as the pain in my ass continued to throb.

Beth took charge again. "Girls, we will have point totals updated tomorrow, but let's first congratulate Stephanie for getting pictures of nine cocks, a new record."

There was applause and cat calls as I stood there still half naked.

"Lastly, a special thank you for our Anne, who took her punishment with dignity and has once again, earned the trust of all of us."

Again there was applause, but this time for me. I should have been humiliated, yet I, like yesterday, suddenly felt like I fit in. I had sacrificed for all my fellow pledges and, in turn, proved my loyalty to the sorority.

"Good night pledges," Beth said, "you are dismissed."

I went to get my pants and as I bent down, the burn came rushing back. Quinn thankfully picked up my panties and jeans for me and said, "You are one crazy chick."

Taking it as a compliment, I replied, "Thanks, but my ass is cursing me right now."

"Bubble bath and lotion," Quinn suggested, before adding, "lots and lots of lotion."

The sisters dispersed as I realized it was impossible to get my jeans on. After a couple minutes of failed attempts, only Jamie and I remained.

Jamie watched me try to put on my jeans for a couple of minutes before coming over to me. Her smile was sly before she asked, "Need help?"

"My ass hurts too much to put my jeans back on," I explained embarrassed.

"I imagine," she smiled, before surprising me and taking off her skirt and tossing it to me, "You owe me."

"Thank you so much," I replied, as I caught the skirt and noticed how amazing her legs were in black thigh highs.

"Don't thank me, Little Annie," she smiled, "As I have big plans for you, big, big plans."

"You do?" I asked.

"Yes, my pet," Jamie smiled and my pussy again tingled as I stared at the beautiful brunette and wondered what being her pet would entail.

She sauntered in front of me with a seductiveness that had me weak in the knees. Reaching me her hand went directly to my burning vagina. Her finger easily slid inside my wetness and I moaned involuntarily. She leaned into my ear, pumping her finger in and out of my pussy, assisting in simmering the pain on my ass as she brought pleasure to my pussy, "You will be completely mine very soon, Little Annie, completely mine."

My breathing increased at her naughty promise and a couple of seconds later she pulled her finger out and walked away, leaving me confused, nearly naked and horny as hell.

I quickly got the skirt on, and walked, or wobbled is a more fair description, back to my room. Taking Quinn's advice, I had a long hot bath which slowly helped in healing my ass and followed by applying lotion to my ass as if I was going to the beach. Of course, I slept on my belly, but no matter how much I tried to resist I couldn't stop thinking about Jamie's words, Jamie's touch and ended up getting myself off imagining her making me her pet, the vague promise creating a million different possibilities of submission.

Once I had come, I lay there in a mixture of pain from the burn on my ass and pleasure pulses from my powerful orgasm. I was ashamed at how two days of humiliation had somehow got me off greater than I had ever experienced before and yet I was already looking forward to tomorrow's assumedly humiliating task.

Up next: Task 3 Animal Kingdom



Sorority Submission: Animal Kingdom



Summary: Pledges must complete 3 humiliating sexual tasks as animals.

Note 1: Sorority Submission Chapter 1 was released in December 2012 as an illustrated story, as was part 2 released in August of 2013, but unfortunately the artist was too busy to do the extensive art work needed for this story. 


A plot summary so far:
In Part 1 Sorority Submission...Anne sorority pledge fulfills her first task to not wear panties or a bra for the day and where a provocative outfit chosen for her. She is then chosen to be the inspection girl to see if all the other pledges have fulfilled the task as well. Since Anne has very small breasts the task is made extra humiliating. She also meets a very nice boy, Harvey.  (This part is illustrated).

In Part 2 Sorority Submission: A Spanking...task 2 is to take a picture of a guy's cock. Anne decides to ask Harvey and ends up doing more than just taking a picture. Unfortunately, she e-mails the picture three minutes late and ends up being spanked on her bare ass by each of her fellow pledges. (This part  is illustrated).

Note: This story is dedicated to the real Anne who is exactly as the story describes: a powerful domme to her man and a submissive slut to other woman.

Note 2: Thanks to Mab7991, and Leann for editing this chapter.


TASK 3: Animal Kingdom (Wednesday)

My whole body ached when I woke up and my ass was still burning. I lied in bed past my alarm and didn't move until I heard a knock at my door. I struggled to get up and struggled even more to get to the door.

I opened the door and Camree smiled and asked, "How is your ass feeling?"

"Not as bad as I expected," I replied, my butt feeling like one tent-sized bruise.

"Well, today is a pretty easy day, no task until we meet at seven," Camree said.

"Good," I said, relieved.

"Be sure to come wearing the stockings from Monday, a dress and no underwear," Camree said.

"Ok," I agreed, before asking, "What is up with the stockings?"

"It has been a tradition for years," Camree explained, pointing to her jeans, "we are even expected to wear them under jeans."

"Odd," I said, adding, "I have always had a thing for them but was considered odd for wearing them, they seemed outdated."

"Well, you will fit in well here then, Little Annie, you will be wearing them till you die," she smiled.

"I could think of worse things to be wearing," I joked, noticing she too called me Little Annie.

She laughed and said, "I concur, see you tonight," and she was gone.

Relaxed that I was not expected to do anything crazy today, I decided to take a sick day, reapplied lotion to my ass and went back to bed.

I woke up to my cell phone vibrating just before lunch. It was a text from Harvey. 

My Belle,
Same place, same time...for lunch I mean.
Harvey

I texted back.

My beast,
I'm still kinda full from last night's snack. 
Belle

But seriously, I am feeling a bit under the weather. I will have to take a second rain check, one for lunch, and another for you to brunch.

I smiled at my naughty innuendo...it was rather brazen, just like I was yesterday. It was odd I was so comfortable and controlling with guys, but in front of girls and particularly Jamie I was meek and mild. I wanted to see him, but I was too embarrassed to let him potentially see my ass. He texted back 'someday soon' and I agreed hopefully. 

I had another bubble bath, and applied more lotion to my ass, as I contemplated if I should just quit pledging the sorority. I had been humiliated two days in a row and there were still four more days to go. Yet, even though there were several logical reasons to quit, I didn't want to. I didn't want to disappoint my mother, I also somehow felt like I belonged even though there was growing evidence to the contrary and there was something about Jamie that kept pulling me to her. I tried to rationalize it, but I couldn't, other than the obvious lesbian curiosity I had overflowing inside me.

I arrived early this time and was happy to see none of the other pledges treated me differently after my public humiliation last night. I chatted with a few of them while we awaited tonight's activities.

Finally, almost twenty minutes late, (which I thought was ironic after getting punished for being three minutes later yesterday, but of course I didn't say anything) Kim came in. 

"Welcome pledges," Kim greeted with a big smile. "Tonight we all become sisters in a new very intimate way."

It was a rather ominous sentence and I was incredibly curious instantly.

"We are all sisters here and we believe in sharing everything: our clothing, our material things and our bodies," Kim said.

There was utter silence as Kim's words lingered.

Kim explained, "Tonight we are going to play Animal Kingdom. The event will be videotaped and kept forever. If you are uncomfortable being videotaped in the lesbian frolics we have planned, you should probably quit now."

All of the pledges and myself, stood there in stunned silence, looking to each other to see if anyone was about to back out, yet no one left.

"Excellent," Kim said, "you are all quality potential sorority sisters."

"Now first of all, animals don't wear clothes. So get undressed, but keep your stockings on," Kim instructed.

We all obeyed and as I looked around, I again felt inferior as I saw all these women with their voluptuous breasts.

Once we were all naked, Kim instructed, "Of course, most animals walk on all fours."

We all obeyed the implied order, falling to our hands and knees.

"Good girls," Kim purred, like she was talking to puppies. "Last, but not least, most animals have tails."

On cue, third year sisters came behind us and I felt cold liquid, obviously lube, between my ass cheeks. My eyes went wide as I felt something slowly penetrate my ass. Slight yelps, whimpers and moans echoed through the room as we all were sodomized. 

"You all look so cute," Kim purred, again talking to us as animals. 

We all looked at each other to see what had just been put in our asses. I couldn't tell for sure, but we now all had tails, some different than others. 

"First you will be calves," Kim announced, "baby cows. Moo for me."

A quiet echo of moos filled the room.

"Is that the best you can do?" Kim roared, her usual soft demeanor gone in a flash.

Much better moos soon filled the room.

"Better," Kim complimented her usual soft tone back.

"Task number one is simple. Find second year sisters, they are all wearing red pantyhose and are topless so they should be easy to find and go do what calves do, suck tit. Now go."

Some pledges instantly crawled to red legs, while others, like me, sat transfixed unsure what to do. Finally, I saw a big pair of black breasts, something that had always made me curious, and I crawled to her.

She looked at me and asked, "Does Little Annie want to taste some chocolate?"

I nodded and responded politely. "Yes, Ma'am."

Seconds later I felt a smack on my ass, reminding me instantly of Tuesday's humiliation. 

Jamie asked, "Do animals talk?"

I frantically nodded no.

"Exactly," Jamie said, rubbing my ass before walking away.

"Well come here my pet," the black goddess smiled.

I climbed onto the couch she was on and waited for final permission.

Holding her big firm left breast up towards my direction, she offered, "Suck away, Little Annie. 

I moved forward and took her stiff left nipple in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around her nipple, slowly bathing it with my mouth. I replicated the dedicated concentration on her other nipple, savoring every second of her voluptuous black breasts. 

I was disappointed when Kim said to all of us, "Return to the line, my herd."

"Next time maybe you can have some real chocolate," the big-breasted black sorority sister smiled.

I nodded in eager anticipation, as I returned to my position in line.

"You were all good calves, but now it is time for you all to be kittens," Kim announced playfully, "Meow for me."

Instantly meows echoed through the room.

"And of course kitties love to lick and lap," Kim smiled, "so your new task is to find a senior, they are all wearing beige stockings, and you are to bring them to orgasm with your tongue. Go."

My greatest fantasy suddenly within reach, I instantly looked for Jamie. I don't know why, but that was who I hungered for. I scanned the room, and saw that someone was already between her legs. Jamie saw me looking and shrugged, as if able to read my mind. I turned away and started crawling, searching for beige stockings without a fellow pledge already between their legs. A few pledges were already eagerly submitting to their older potential sisters before I noticed that Kim was still standing and surprisingly alone. I quickly crawled to her and once at her feet I rubbed against her legs like a kitty would seeking attention.

Kim laughed, "Oh, my kitty, you are always surprising me."

I meowed.

"Follow me, kitty," she instructed and I followed her to a nearby chair. Once she sat down, she asked, "Is kitty hungry?"

I meowed eagerly. 

She opened her legs, revealing she too was not wearing panties, and I was staring at her trimmed natural blonde pussy. 

"Lick away, kitty," Kim ordered.

I crawled between her stocking-clad legs and moved to her pussy. Her scent was strong and I closed my eyes, extended my tongue and made a long held in fantasy come true. One taste and any lingering doubts I had vanished, I was bi. I loved the taste of a big hard cock in my mouth, yet it didn't compare to the delicious taste of Kim's sweet pussy. I started slow, wanting to savor her taste and drown in her scent. I slowly licked up and down, making her pussy lips wet, avoiding the clit which is what always got me in a frenzy rather quickly. I don't know how long I was between Kim's legs; time became irrelevant, as I continued my quest to make her orgasm. 

Suddenly I felt her hand on my head and vaguely heard her say, "Faster, Slut, suck my clit."

Being called a slut turned me on, even though if a guy said that I would have kneed him in the balls, and I obeyed, taking her clit in my mouth. 

I licked, nibbled and shook my mouth and soon felt the gush of juices as she screamed, "I'm coming, Slut, fuuuuck."

I opened my mouth and allowed the flood of her cum to flow into me. I continued licking, not wanting this moment to ever end. Unfortunately, it did, as Kim pushed my head away. Looking down at me, as she caught her breath, she purred, "You are one eager kitty, my pet. Jamie was right about you."

I felt my cheeks go red and wondered what Jamie was right about. 'What had she said?'

Kim said, "Return to the line, Little Annie, you are going to make a very good pet for us."

I nodded as if I understood, even though I didn't remotely understand as I crawled back to the line.

I waited, Beth's cunt juice lingering on my lips, as other pledges finished their tasks. Finally, Kim was ready to continue.

"Well, that was a lot of fun. We have many good kitties here. Are you ready for one more game?"

We all nodded, understanding we couldn't yet speak.

"Lastly, you will first be dogs," Kim announced, "Bark for me."

A variety of barks echoed through the room.

"Gooood puppies," Kim purred, her voice as if she actually were talking to puppies. "Your final task is simple. Go find a third year sister wearing black pantyhose and hump yourself to orgasm on her leg."

A few gasps escaped through the room. 

I suddenly felt the tail in my ass pulled out of me and couldn't believe how empty my ass suddenly felt.

"Obviously, the tail would be tough for your required task. Now go puppies, go find your humping pole," Kim instructed, dismissing us.

Some girls instantly moved, searching the girls in black stockings around the room. Only a couple of the girls on the main floor were wearing black pantyhose and they were rushed upon by over-eager puppies. I watched as Stephanie, crawled to a pretty brunette, straddled the brunette's leg, and started rubbing up and down on her stocking covered leg. The scene was utterly absurd, utterly humiliating and yet a complete turn on to watch. I was frozen in place as the beautiful big busted pledge recklessly got herself off on a sorority sister's leg. 

The third year sister ridiculed Stephanie. "You like humping my leg like a puppy, don't you?"

"Yeeeees," Stephanie whimpered, clearly enjoying the rubbing sensation.

I was transfixed on the erotic scene when I felt a sharp slap on my naked ass yet again. I let out a yelp, like a puppy having her tail stepped on, as a voice, unmistakably Jamie's, scolded me, "You really are a little dyke, aren't you, Little Annie? What are you staring at? What real breasts look like as they bounce up and down? Or are you looking at Stephanie's pussy with a hunger to lick? Doesn't matter, Little Annie, you have a task to accomplish, now go fucking find a leg to hump."

More shame flooded through me as Jamie was right on both accusations, but I tore my eyes from the scene and searched for my own leg to hump, my pussy now eager for the attention. I crawled around and saw puppies humping legs everywhere, but no black pantyhose legs without a puppy attached to it. After a couple of minutes, on the stairs I saw a pair of lonely black legs and I actually scurried to her.

I looked up and she smiled, extended her finger towards me and summoned me, "Crawl, puppy."

My pussy hungry, I awkwardly crawled up the three stair steps to where she was sitting. 

"Good puppy," she purred, "you are such a cute little thing."

I can't believe what I did next. I woofed. It was like all the moaning, mocking and chatting in the room suddenly stopped and all eyes were suddenly on me. 

Feeling the pressure of all the eyes on me, I did what came naturally, I woofed again.

The sister patted her legs where she was sitting and said, in a voice like she was talking to a real puppy, "Come here, puppy, come to Mama."

A rush went through my body at the thought for a third straight day all eyes were on me. I crawled up the final step and straddled her while holding onto the stair railing.

"Good puppy," she purred, "does puppy need to come?"

I woofed three times.

I heard laughter in the room, but instead of humiliation, I felt a rush of bliss, just my wet pussy resting on her stocking-clad leg had me acting like a complete bitch in heat. I opened my mouth and let my tongue hang out like a puppy would. 

"Hump away," she instructed.

I didn't hesitate, as I began rubbing back and forth on her pantyhose covered leg. I saw another sister with a camera videotaping my scene of submission, but instead of hiding my face, I began panting like a dog. I decided to put on a show, to be the center of attention, something I had never been comfortable with in the past.

I ground my pussy on her leg for a couple of minutes before I could feel the early build-up of the inevitable. I began howling which again had others looking my way, most soon returned to their own submission. I rubbed myself frantically, and when close, I shifted to bouncing up and down on her leg allowing a new more intense pleasure to bring me over the edge. 

"Aaaaaaaaahhhoooooooooo," I bellowed as my orgasm came cascading in. I held onto the rail for dear life, as my cunt squeezed tightly on my makeshift fuck toy, a leg, and my juices flooded out of me, like a tap that couldn't be shut off. My moans of ecstasy continued to be animalistic. A raw carnal energy that I didn't know existed in me until this moment. I had never reached such euphoria until this humiliating task. A couple of minutes later, finally spent, I crawled off the leg and as I did I noticed a massive wet spot on her pantyhose. 

I looked up and I was still being videotaped. I don't know why I did it, but I leaned in and sniffed my wetness on her pantyhose. The sister, who I did not know, laughed. "Look at this, girls, she is smelling her own scent."

Jamie called, "Clean up your cunt juice, Little Annie."

It was all the push I needed as I began to suck my juice from the sister's very wet pantyhose. I had tasted myself before, but the taste was unique through the nylon fabric and the added humiliation only made me want it more. Although what I really wanted was to taste the sister's pussy directly from the source.

A couple of minutes later, the sorority sister petted my hair and said, "Sit beside me."

I obeyed, sitting beside her on the stairs like a puppy would do. It was awkward and uncomfortable, yet oddly seemed so naturally right. I watched other pledge puppies finish their task and I couldn't help but feel jealous, I wanted more...more what? Finally, I realized what I so desperately wanted...more attention.

A few minutes later, once all the puppies had completed their task, Kim called, "Puppies back in line."

 Once we were in line, Kim congratulated us, "Good job, Pledges, you all passed tonight's task. Those of you who survive Rush Week and are allowed to become sorority sisters should know we play Animal Kingdom once a month. Good night, Pledges, tomorrow is our annual 'Hook-up Day', so go home and get some rest."

Back in my room half an hour later, in the tub, I replayed the humiliating night's events. I had tasted pussy and loved it and even though I came just over half an hour ago, I allowed my hand to go to my vagina and bring myself to a second orgasm. Like the night before, the image in my head was Jamie. Would she taste as good as Kim did? I closed my eyes, allowed myself to fantasize about submitting to Jamie and becoming her pet.

Up next: Task 4 Hook Up Day



Sorority Submission: Hook-Up Day



A plot summary so far:

In Part 1 Sorority Submission...Anne sorority pledge fulfills her first task to not wear panties or a bra for the day and where a provocative outfit chosen for her. She is then chosen to be the inspection girl to see if all the other pledges have fulfilled the task as well. Since Anne has very small breasts the task is made extra humiliating. She also meets a very nice boy, Harvey. (This part is illustrated).

In Part 2 Sorority Submission: A Spanking...task 2 is to take a picture of a guy's cock. Anne decides to ask Harvey and ends up doing more than just taking a picture. Unfortunately, she e-mails the picture three minutes late and ends up being spanked on her bare ass by each of her fellow pledges.

In Part 3 Sorority Submission: Animal Kingdom...task 3 has the pledges fulfill 3 tasks: being a cow and sucking on a sorority sister's tits, being a kitten and licking a sister's pussy and lastly being a puppy and humping themselves to orgasm on a sister's stocking-clad leg. Anne, of course, eagerly completes all the required tasks.

Note: This story is dedicated to the real Anne who is exactly as the story describes: a powerful domme to her man and a submissive slut to other woman.

Note 2: Thanks to Mab7991, and Leann for editing this chapter.

TASK 4: Hook up Day (Thursday)
 The day four task was again given to me from Camree. "Little Annie, here is today's task card and your outfit for the day."

 "Thank you," I replied and winced at the still slight pain on my ass.

 "You are so adorable, Little Annie," she smiled, before disappearing.

 I sighed at the thought that my nickname was catching on. Reluctantly, I opened the card.

Pledges,

Congratulations on completing the first three rush week tasks. 

 Today all you will wear is the skirt, sweater and thong and the thigh high stockings you were just given. 

 Your task is to complete the following hook-ups today:

 1. Kiss three guys in any of your classes.
 2. Kiss one girl in any of your classes (fellow sorority sisters to not count)
 3. Take the subway to Le Lingerie and do the following:
 A) flash a man your breasts
 B) squeeze a man's cock (an older man if possible)
 4. At Le Lingerie and mall
 A) Buy one sex toy for yourself
 B) Ask for a bag with your name on it
 C) masturbate in the washroom at mall
 D) give your soiled thong to any person of your choosing
 5. Subway return:
 A) flash a woman your pussy
 Or
 B) do a reach around (while standing reach around and fondle a guy's junk)
 Bonus points for doing both...
 6. Return to sorority by 7.

 Bonus points:
 1. One point for each extra guy you kiss
 2. Two points for each extra girl you kiss
 3. Five points for most unique toy purchase

Have fun

Pledge Leader Jamie


 I stared at the lengthy list. After yesterday, I thought I had seen it all. Three days ago I would have been way too shy to accomplish this list, but now it seemed doable. 

 I put on an outfit which was more conservative then yesterday: a cute sweater, a black skirt (with easy lift up access) and the black thigh highs I had been given. Looking in the mirror, I smiled, knowing that nylons really did showcase my legs, turning boring into sexy.

 I texted Harvey.

Lunch?
 Belle
 
 I hadn't even put my phone down when he texted back.

My Belle,
 Of course, but how about at Washingtons?
 Beast

 Washingtons was a semi-nice restaurant a block from campus.

Beast,
 Is this a date?
 Curious Belle

 Another quick reply.


My Belle,
 I hope so.
 Beast

 My heart skipped a beat. After three days of sly romance with a handsome guy mixed with the harsh humiliation at the hands of my potential sorority sisters, I no longer knew what I wanted. I liked Harvey a lot so far and looked forward to getting to know him better, both personally and sexually. I felt comfortable with him and could see a relationship where I controlled the relationship. Yet, licking Kim's pussy had confirmed my interest in women as well and I craved more. Just as oddly, while I loved the power I had when in a relationship with a man, I seemed just as comfortable submitting to the utter will of my sorority sisters. 

Could I be dominant to men and submissive to women? 

Could I enjoy to control and being controlled? 

Each turned me on in a completely different way and yet both were equally thrilling. Knowing I had no easy answer to my complex feelings, I finished getting ready for school.

 Once ready for school, I put the list in my purse, and headed to class full of anxiety and a smidge of excitement. 

 The first class of the day was a write-off, both in accomplishing the first task and in learning anything as I was so preoccupied by the task at hand. As class ended, one of my pledge sisters accomplished task one and much more as she kissed every guy who was willing as they left class. I was instantly jealous at just how outgoing she was. All she did was announce, "Boys, I need to kiss as many of you as possible for a rush week task, any takers?"


 I am not sure every guy in class locked lips with her, but the majority did. As I left out the other door, I wondered how I was going to do this task.

 My next class, I purposely sat beside a cute boy and after a couple of minutes of nervousness I thought, 'Screw it, a kiss is just a kiss.' I leaned beside him and kissed him on the lips before he had time to respond.

 His eyes went big and I explained breaking the very brief kiss, "Sorority task."

 He smiled, a dazzling smile, "If you have any other sorority tasks you need to complete, let me know."

 I smiled back, suddenly confident, "I'll keep that in mind."

 I guy behind us quipped, "I am available too."

 I looked up and saw a huge black football player staring down at me. Still feeling the rush of being so aggressive, I said, "Well, I need to kiss two more boys."

 He leaned back in his chair and smiled, "Come, kiss away."

 The class was still rather empty, so I climbed over my chair and after almost stumbling, my skirt briefly flying up in the air potentially allowing my pussy to be seen, I was in front of him. I bent down, attempting to look seductive, and leaned forward for a kiss. 

 It was again short and sweet and I was suddenly determined to go three for three this class and accomplish task one. I winked, "Thanks, sexy, but I need one more."

 He joked, "I feel so used."

 I joked back, "You couldn't handle me."

 "Is that a challenge?" he asked.

 Suddenly feeling sexy and irresistible, I leaned forward, my tiny breasts in his face, and whispered in his ear, "That is just a fact, stud."

 Before he had time to react, I stood up and sauntered away, leaving him hungry for more. I walked up the stairs to the door, feeling some eyes on me, as I decided to kiss the very first guy who walked through the door. 

 The next guy was a chubby, cute looking nerd and I said, "Excuse me, but can you do me a favor?"

 "S-s-sure," he stammered, clearly not used to girls talking to him.

 "Kiss me," I said, puckering my lips.

 "P-p-pardon?" he asked, shocked by my request.

 "Kiss me," I repeated, my lips remaining puckered.

 He hesitated, but kissed me. 

 "Thanks, stud," I winked and gave his cock a squeeze. As soon as I did, I recoiled, shocked by my own brazen behavior. I quickly left him high and hard and returned to my seat beside my first kiss.

 I said, "Well, that was fun."

 The professor arrived a minute later and class began. I listened more intently to the professor, as I mentally checked off task one and already knew who I was going to try to kiss to complete task two.

 Class ended, and I headed for my lunch meeting with Harvey. He was already there and stood up when I arrived, like a gentleman from a time long forgotten. Like our previous lunches, we chatted about life more, this time getting into our families. I learned he had three sisters which explained his calm personality and he learned I had two younger brothers which explained my controlling behavior. 

 Near the end, he asked, "How is Hell week going?"

 "Hellish," I joked back.

 "What is today's task?" he asked.

 I handed him the paper. "It is Hook-up day."

 He read it and his facial expression changed slightly. He quickly recovered but I sensed his jealousy. He handed it back to me, "I am not sure I like these tasks for my potential girlfriend."

 I ignored his worries, but instead repeated coyly, "Potential girlfriend?"

 He looked up and stammered, even though he was going for suave, which was adorably cute, "I-I-I was hoping you would go out with me on a real date."

 "You were, were you?" I smiled, knowing playing a bit hard to get would pay off later.

 "You are not making this easy," he said, knowing I was busting his balls.

 "Well, you have not really asked me out yet, have you?" I pointed out.

 He laughed, realizing I was right. "I guess you're right."

 "I am always right," I retorted confidentially.

 "Is that so?" he replied with a smile.

 "Even when I'm wrong, I'm right," I explained.

 "Ohh, how I have heard that before," he chuckled.

 "So are you going to ask me out or do I have to ask you?" I said, egging him on.

 "Will you go out with me this Saturday for dinner and a movie?" he finally asked.

 I quickly answered, "No."

 "Oh," he said, clearly crestfallen by my answer.

 "Because I have my sorority sister ball on Saturday," I smiled, before adding, "I do need a date for the ball if you are willing to get dressed up and suffer through what I imagine will be a long evening of ceremonies. 

 "Sure," he said, way too excited, clearly not able to play the calm and cool guy card.

 "You will need a tux," I pointed out.

 "I have a few at home," he joked, clearly feeling comfortable again.

 "Excellent," I smiled, "I knew you would. By the way I will be wearing a gold gown."

 "Golden," he geekishly joked.

 "You are such a geek," I smiled, standing up, before adding, "Luckily, I think geek is chic."

 "And I'm the geek," he quipped, standing up too.

 I leaned in and kissed him. Breaking the kiss, I reminded him, "I still have a rain check to collect."

 "Anytime," he said, his confidence back.

"I want it now," I smiled.

"Like now, now?" he questioned.

 "Let's go to the bathroom," I said, grabbing his hand.

 "Seriously," he asked, completely taken aback by my brazen suggestion.

 "Deadly," I replied, pulling him to the back of the restaurant. Once there, I instructed, "Wait here. Let me see if the coast is clear." I went into the bathroom and was happy to see it was empty. I quickly opened the door and pulled him in. He was clearly nervous, clearly not a risk-taker, but smitten enough with me to do as I wanted. I pulled him into a stall, put one leg on the closed toilet seat, pulled my thong to the side and lifted up my skirt. I asked naughtily, "Ready for dessert?"

 He stared at me like I was crazy, before looking down and seeing I was sans panties. I smiled, "Another sorority task."

 He lowered himself to his knees tentatively, having not said a word. I could not tell if he was just in awe of my beauty and pussy or if he was bewildered by what was expected of him. Either way, I guided him along, "Go ahead, Sexy, I need to come so badly."

 Still silent, he leaned forward and began licking my pussy. I moaned on contact as I smiled at how submissive Harvey was. He was also clearly nervous because of the situation, but as he began licking me he got more comfortable. He focused on my clit, clearly having some experience with eating pussy and had me revved up rather quickly. The door opened and the click of heels entered the bathroom.

 Harvey froze and I moaned, "Don't you dare stop, baby."

 He hesitated for a couple of seconds, before returning to the task at hand.

 The thought of being heard by a stranger turned me on and I allowed my moans to increase, "Finger me baby, I need to come so bad."

 He obeyed, sliding a finger inside my wanton pussy and began pumping it in and out as he sucked my swollen clit. "Fuuuuuuck, I'm coming," I screamed, making what we were doing in the bathroom obvious.

 He kept licking and fingering me throughout my orgasm, making it more intense. Once the orgasm had finished its course, I gently pushed him away. "That was awesome," I said, still catching my breath, looking down at my potential boyfriend, his lips shiny with my juices.

 He smiled, as he stood back up.

 I joked, before kissing him, "Your my knight in shiny juices." We kissed briefly before I broke it and said, "Man, I taste good."

 He quipped, trying to keep up with my brazen personality, "Finger licken' good."

 I glared at him."Are you comparing me to Kentucky Fried Chicken?"

 Realizing he had offended me, he stammered, "N-n-no."

 I flicked his nose playfully. "I'm just busting your balls, but we should probably get out of here before we get arrested."

 "Good call," he agreed.

 I opened the stall door and saw a girl about my age at the mirror that was looking at me through the reflection. I shrugged, "Sorority task."

 She shrugged back, and I pulled a dazed Harvey out of the stall and back to our seats. "Well, that was fun," I said.

 "I can't believe we just did that," he replied.

 "If we had more time, we would have done more than that," I teased, again reeling him in with my sexual aggressiveness. 

 "Oh, God," he gasped, realizing my implication.

 "Oh, God indeed," I replied, before adding, "I need to get to class. I need to kiss a girl, remember."

 "I wish I could see that," Harvey replied.

 "What is it with guys wanting to see two girls making out?" I asked, adding, "It is not like every girl wants to see two guys making out."

 He shrugged, "It is in our DNA. To fantasize what we can't have."

 I laughed, "Well, be a good boy and maybe I can make that fantasy come true."

 I kissed him quickly and again left him high and hard, already putty in my hands.

 I quickly headed to class, my thoughts shifting to kissing a girl, which was way more exciting and nerve wracking then kissing three guys.

 I arrived at class early and suddenly felt butterflies again fluttering inside, a mixture of excitement and trepidation bouncing inside me. As usual, Miranda arrived early also and I waved her over. We were partners in the get to know you activity the very first day of class and knew I was pledging Pi Delta Pi.

 As she sat down, I said, "I need you to do me a huge favor."

 "What is it?" she asked, noticing my obvious nervousness.

 "I have to kiss you," I blurted out.

 "What?" she asked, her face clearly surprised by my five simple single syllable words.

 "It is a task I have to complete for pledging," I explained. "I have to kiss a girl in one of my classes."

 "Oh," she smiled, seemingly relieved by my explanation. "As long as there is no tongue," she joked.

 Joking back, I retorted, "I can't make any promises."

 She laughed, looked around and said, clearly a bit nervous about the task as well, "Do it before we get an audience."

 I leaned in and kissed her quickly. It wasn't more than a peck, but I felt a bolt of sexual lightning flash through me. I wanted more. I loved her soft lips and even though the kiss was for only a second, no more, I could taste her watermelon lip-gloss lingering on my lips. Her face was red, and I lightened the mood, hiding just how good one second had felt, joked, "Was it good for you?"

 "It was the best lesbo kiss I have ever experienced," she joked back, just as others began filtering into the no longer empty auditorium.

 I joked back, "I think I might be a lesbian now."

 She laughed, "That is what all the girls who try to kiss me say."

 The conversation shifted to our first projects as my pussy tingled, one simple kiss and I wanted more. All class I kept glancing at Miranda and her lips, her soft, luscious red lips. I truthfully don't recall any of the lecture.

 Once class was done, I thanked Miranda for being such a good sport and headed to the subway. Reading the instructions again, I sighed. Flashing a man my breasts was both embarrassing and humiliating since they were so small. The squeezing of a man's cock could be a simple accident.

 As I waited for the train, I surveyed the many different potential flashing candidates. Although the task was humiliating, I couldn't deny the slight feeling of anticipation of doing it. I pondered someone older as that would be the easiest, yet worried that I may give them a heart-attack (I imagined the headline: co-ed kills elderly man by flashing him her breasts). I considered some young teenager, but that seemed rather inappropriate, and concluded the best bet was someone middle-aged (although I have no idea why).

 The train arrived and as I stepped on it, I saw my opportunity. An older man was sitting down directly in front of me. I took a couple of steps and stumbled forward, my hand landing directly on his unsuspecting penis. His eyes went big, as I gave it a quick get-up squeeze that seemed more of a grip and push than an obvious squeeze. I apologized, "I am so sorry, I lost my balance and well, thank you for catching my fall."

 "N-n-no problem," he stammered, clearly overwhelmed by the out of the ordinary moment.

 I again apologized, "Again, I am sooooo sorry," and moved away to find a seat. As I sat down, I mentally checked off another item from the list. As the train began moving, I scanned who was around me. The cock squeeze was easy and looked like an accident, but to flash some stranger my tiny breasts was impossible to make look like an accident. After flipping and flopping over whether to just lie and not complete the task, I decided to do it because I am a horrible liar and always look guilty when I do lie.

 I waited until just before my stop to complete the task. Making eye contact with a handsome man in a suit, I smiled. He smiled back and just as the train came to a stop, I lifted up my shirt, held it up for a second, and as soon as the door opened, I scurried out, petrified of what he or others might say. At first I felt so humiliated by the task, but as I hurried up the stairs a sudden exhilaration pulsed through me for being such a risk taker. I entered the mall and headed to Le Lingerie to fulfill my next task, which seemed so easy after the last couple.

 Once in the store I was in complete awe. The amount of toys available was ludicrous, so many I couldn't even begin to imagine what to get. There was a jackhammer with a dildo at the end, a pig butt plug tail which seemed like a good item for next year's Animal Kingdom game and an orgasm ball fucking machine, just to name a few. I assumed whatever toy I bought at the store I would potentially have to reveal tonight so I wanted to pick something conservative.

 I looked at the dildos with two ends and the thought of Jamie and me using it together popped in my head. 'Why is it always Jamie?' I pondered to myself, considering how poorly she continually treated me. I looked at the strap-on cock and again Jamie using it on me from behind while I was on all fours popped into my head. I shook my head, confused by the sudden thoughts of Jamie. After looking through a few toys, I ended up buying myself a black, seven inch vibrator with an attachment that supposedly stimulated the clit while pleasuring your insides as well.

 I considered buying more toys, but stuck with the one, although I also bought a few more thongs, I had really enjoyed wearing the pair today, for the first time ever. I also bought a few more pairs of thigh highs in a variety of colors to fit most of the outfits I currently had. 




Sorority Submission: Hook-Up Day



At the till, a cute girl about the same age as me, took my items even as I felt my face again blush.

 "I assume you are a Pi Delta pledge," she accurately assessed.

 "Yes, is it that obvious," I replied, trying to make casual conversation and not look embarrassed like I felt.

 "Just a hunch," she shrugged, before adding, "plus there have been quite a few girls in here today buying a toy and getting a bag."

 I explained, "Yes, it seems they are really testing our risk-taking factor."

 She laughed and asked, "What's your name?"

 "Anne," I answered.

 She bent down and returned with a plastic bag. She warned, "You are not supposed to open this until you are at your sorority tonight."

 "Okay," I said, instantly curious what was in the bag. 

 She handed it to me and smiled, "I think they have something special planned for you."

 Taking the bag, which was surprisingly heavy, I asked, "Why is that?"

 "Just a hunch," she shrugged, but her facial expression implied she knew way more than she was letting on.

 I paid for my toy, the thing in the bag was already paid for apparently, and went directly to the washroom near the food court to complete my next task...the first one of the day I was eagerly looking forward to, although the location left something to be desired.

 Once in my stall, I briefly considered using my new bought toy but refrained, sticking to my fingers. Closing my eyes while my fingers went to work, the image of Jamie again popped in my head. I imagined her making me pleasure each and every one of my fellow pledges while all along continuing to humiliate me. I came in only a couple of minutes, the thoughts of being treated so crudely somehow getting me off. Opening my eyes, as the orgasm continued to pulse through me, I tried to understand my conscience and its automatic need to shift to Jamie. I couldn't explain it and was quite mortified by the reality that such treatment clearly was turning me on. Shaking my head, I pulled my thing up before remembering my next task. I quickly took them off, realizing now I would be giving some lucky (the term is subjective) person a lingering scent to my sin.

 I composed myself, put my thong in my purse and left the stall. As I washed my hands I heard slight moans from another stall and smiled, assuming another pledge was completing a task. I left her alone, curious who it was, and noticed I had some time before I had to be back. I went shopping, buying a couple new, more provocative outfits, trying to do my own makeover (neither were slutty, but definitely less conservative than my usual casual wear). Finally, I noticed I had five minutes until the subway and went to finish my last task. I scanned the half-empty food court and saw a guy in his early twenties sitting by himself eating. Smiling, I decided he was perfect for my gift. 

 I walked over to him, pulled my thong out of my purse and reaching him, dropped them on the table. He looked up, startled and confused. I smiled, oozing a confidence I have with guys, "Here you go, Sexy, I hope you enjoy."

 Before he could respond, I sauntered away, smiling. As I reached the exit, I turned back and 
 as expected, he was staring at me. My confidence bubbling over, I blew a kiss and walked out, leaving him confused and assumedly hard. 

 The train was already waiting and I boarded it and sat down where anyone could easily accidentally see my pussy. It was by far the easier of the two tasks. Although I was brazen enough to do the reach around at a party, on a bus full of strangers it seemed rather awkward.

 There were six stops between the mall and the college. Unfortunately, for the first three, no woman was sitting across from me and I was beginning to worry I would have to do a reach around, when finally a pretty woman in her thirties sat down across from me. 

For the next couple of stops, I tried to figure out the best way to flash my pussy. I finally decided to do the oblivious option. I lifted my left foot up onto the chair, allowing my skirt to raise enough and give, I hoped, a clear view to my pussy.

 I looked out the window, pretending to be oblivious to what I was revealing so freely. Although I could feel the heat in my cheeks, I waited until the train was slowing down before I made eye contact with the woman. She was looking at me with a look of disgust and gave a nod to my revealed area. I feigned surprise and put my leg back down and mouthed, 'Oops!'

 She shook her head, breaking eye contact with me just as the train came to a complete stop. I quickly exited the train, feeling a sense of accomplishment at fulfilling all the ridiculous orders of the day. I went back to my room and did a bit of homework, put more lotion on my ass one more time, before leaving for the sorority meeting. 

 I arrived early, with my bag and purchased toy, trepidation and excitement after three bizarre evenings coursing through me. We were handed a form to fill out to indicate which tasks we had completed. I filled out mine honestly and with a slight bit of pride.

 We lined up as usual, waited a few minutes past seven before Jamie came out and welcomed us, seeming way sweeter than she usually was with me. "Greetings pledges, congratulations on completing your fourth task. You are close to the finish line. If you can first reach in your bag and pull out what you purchased for all of us to see."

 We all did and as I stood with my vibrator in my hands, I looked around. Almost every other pledge had chosen something similar, the only real difference being the color or size. 

 Jamie walked down the line and assessed the toy choices. "How predictable?" she sighed as she looked at us. She shook her head in disapproval until she stopped. "Anal beads, how creative." I couldn't see the rest of the toys but heard mostly disapprovals except for four:

"A butt plug," Jamie declared, before breaking into laughter at her own joke, "now that is thinking outside the box...literally."
 And...
 "Vibrating eggs," Jamie nodded approvingly, "very creative. And it comes with a remote control, fucking awesome."
 And...
 "What is this?" Jamie said, taking the box and reading it. "A wi-vibe." She opened the box and took the toy in her hand. "It is so small. Yet it is supposed to hit your g-spot and your clit simultaneously it says. Wow, nice, very nice."
 And...
 "A strap-on cock, well we know who the domme of the pledges is don't we, Stephanie?" Jamie announced.

Returning to her position in front of us all, she said, "For most of you, what a lack of originality. We expect more from our pledges. We expect risk-takers, originality and passion, yet most of your selections are very disappointing, very disappointing. That said, you have a chance to redeem yourselves. Like yesterday pledges, get undressed except your thigh high stockings."

 We quickly obeyed.

 "Now before we continue with your task we are going to have a quick pledge battle. Every year, we have the girl with the most points compete with the girl we feel impressed us the most during our evening socials to compete in a battle to climax. Yes, we are about to play the Climax Games," Jamie announced. Laughter exploded among the sisters. 

 "Getting the most points by a long shot is pledge Stephanie," Jamie announced, "come forward with your toy, Stephanie."

 Stephanie did, a confident smile on her face.

 "Her opposition has been a pleasant surprise. Meek in demeanor, yet a determined soul, she has taken all the abuse we have thrown at her, sacrificed for her fellow pledges, and continues to come back for more...Pledge Annie please come forward with your toy," Jamie announced.

 I couldn't believe I was being recognized for my dedication and was flattered by Jamie's kind words.

 I joined Stephanie who was now wearing the strap-on, her plastic eight inch cock almost poking me, we were so close. The look in her eye was one of determination, while I waited for further instructions a bit overwhelmed by what had just transpired.

 Jamie announced, "For the preliminary event of the Climax Games the rules are very simple. The first girl to come loses. You may use your toy or any part of your body to get your opponent off. Other than that the only other rule is there are no rules. That said, the winner of the battle will be Sister Pledge Leader for the year."

 My mouth dropped wide open at the game we were expected to play. I was still processing when I heard Jamie say, "Let the Climax Games begin, GO!" 

 Instantly, I felt hands on my body and I was shoved roughly onto a nearby couch, onto my hands and knees, my toy flying out of my hand. Stephanie ordered, "Hold still, Slut."

 I was shocked by her aggressive approach and before I even had time to think, I felt her big fake cock sliding inside me. Instead of a protest, I moaned. 

 "That's it, Little Annie, take my cock," Stephanie purred, grabbing my hair and tugging gently.

 I could have fought like I was expected to do, but Stephanie's dominant aggressiveness had me sopping wet. Her hard thrusts had me quickly mentally weak and her hands holding my hips had me held firmly in place. Instead of resisting I just allowed myself to enjoy the act of submission. 

 A minute of her body slamming into mine from behind and my third orgasm of the day was already on the rise (thankfully I had already came twice or I would have already gave into the pleasure). Suddenly she pulled out and ordered, "Don't you dare fucking move, slave Annie."

 Her tone had me obedient instantly and her new derogatory name had me falling deeper into complete submission. I sat on all fours obediently, waiting eagerly for whatever the dominant Stephanie had planned for me.

 Jamie asked, her tone so confident and smug it brought added shame to me, "What? Can't you put up a fight, Little Annie?"

 I looked up at her and noticed her knowing smile. I realized instantly that she expected me to give in. She saw my submissive nature and was testing her theory. I stammered, "I-I-I...aaaaaah," as my cunt was filled again completely in one hard unexpected thrust. 

 Girls laughed as my body and mind gave into the pleasure Stephanie was giving me. A second later, I heard a buzzing. I moaned loudly a moment later when assumedly my own vibrator was being used to get me off and lose the competition. 

 Stephanie laughed, "Does our little pet Annie need to come?"

 The echoing laughter suddenly gave me a resolve to hold back from coming and I weakly said, "No!" As I thrust my ass back hard, pushing Stephanie off me and her cock slid out of me.

 Stephanie laughed again, "Is Little Annie going to play hard to get?"

 I stood up too, trying to figure out a way to defeat her.

 She grabbed me and tossed me back onto the couch like I was a rag doll. Although I tried to fight back, she fell on top of me, her massive breasts crashing into my face, suffocating me. "Suck my titties, my pet," she ordered.

 I tried to break free, but couldn't as her knee went directly to my pussy and put excess pressure directly on my fiery cunt. I screamed into her tits as she began rubbing her knee back and forth. "Fuck, you are so wet you little cunt."

 My breathing increased when I again felt the buzzing toy on my clit.

 "Does our pet Annie want to come?" Stephanie asked, lifting her breasts up enough to let me breath.

 "Yes, I mean, no," I said, rattled by the euphoria building.

 "Beg for me to fuck your ass, Little Annie," Stephanie demanded, as she moved the vibrator between my pussy and her knee.

 "Whaaaat?" I gasped and moaned as the pleasure increased, even as her suggestion shocked me.

 "Beg for your ass to be fucked, slave Annie," Stephanie demanded, slapping my small tits.

 "No, not that, just fuck my pussy," I begged, no longer resisting at all, giving in to my submissiveness.

 "On all fours," the voluptuous goddess demanded.

 I didn't hesitate as I craved her cock, I craved submission. 

 "Good pet," Stephanie purred, getting back behind me. She slid my vibrator into my pussy and I again let out a loud moan.

 More chuckles echoed in the room.

 Stephanie's hands firmly on my hips, I felt her plastic cock between my ass cheeks. She repeated her earlier demand, "Beg for me to fuck your ass, Little Annie."

"Please no," I whimpered, my resolve to resist about to break.

"So adorable, Little Annie," Stephanie chuckled, slapping my ass and pumping the vibrator in and out of my pussy, before pulling it out.

I whimpered, "Please, put it back in."

"Beg me to fuck your ass and I will let you come, my slut," she purred, the vibrator teasing my pussy lips.

 Defeated, humiliated, yet completely past the point of no return, my need to orgasm was all that mattered, I heard myself beg, forgetting I had a huge crowd about to watch be get sodomized, "Yes, Mistress, fuck my ass." 

 "Mistress," she laughed, "I like the sound of that, my slut."

 Seconds later, I felt her lean forward and I began whimpering as her cock filled my back door. "Oooooooh myyyyyyy God, you are filling me so completely."

 "You like that my Little Annie? You like getting your ass fucked in front of all your fellow pledges and sorority sisters?" Stephanie asked, as she grabbed my hair and pulled on it, her cock now fully in my ass, a slight burn easy to ignore with the buzzing going full throttle in my cunt.

 "Fuck yes," I moaned, my only care at the moment, coming. "Please make me come, Mistress."

 "As you wish, Little Annie," Stephanie replied and began thrusting her cock in and out. 

 Instantly I began to babble like a sexual lunatic. "Oh God, oh, oh, fuck, yes, yeeees." My whimpers of pleasure cascaded into screams of pleasure. "Oh my God...Shit...My ass...Harder in my ass. Fuck, fuck, shiiiiit, I'm comiiiiing."

 My orgasm hit me with such intensity, I wondered instantly if I had ever really had an orgasm before this moment, as tingling sensations hit every nerve ending: my toes, my fingers, my neck all quivered with an intensity that was unexplainable. Stephanie just held her cock buried deep in my ass as my orgasm pulsed through my very being. "Fuuuuuuuuuuck," was all I could muster as my entire body weakened into nothingness. 

 I woke up a few minutes later, still on the couch, but surrounded by moans of ecstasy. Sitting up, my complete submission at the hands of Stephanie came flooding back to me. Looking around all the pledges were furiously fucking themselves with their new purchases. I was startled by Stephanie's voice. "Don't worry, Little Annie, you are exempt from the rest of the Climax Games."

 I turned to look at her sitting beside me. She asked, "Did you like your ass fuck, my pet?"

 I just nodded timidly.

 "Come on, tell your, what did you call me again?" she teased, continuing the power trip.

 "Mistress," I whispered, ashamed that I let such a powerful word out in the heat of the moment.

 "Right, Mistress. Tell your mistress if you liked the ass fucking I gave you?" 

 "Yes," I admitted, "although it was quite humiliating."

 "What, showing your true submissive side?" Stephanie asked.

 "I guess," I shrugged, not wanting to be psychoanalyzed. 

 She opened her legs wide and said, "Let's continue your training, Little Annie. Come taste your mistress, Slut."

 Again I could have resisted, but the symphony of moans ricocheting off the walls had my pussy tingling again and, truth be told, I wanted to taste Stephanie. I wanted to be in control of her orgasm as she had been mine a few minutes ago. I wordlessly crawled between her legs and began licking my second pussy in two days. Her taste was stronger than Kim's and wetter, obviously publicly humiliating me had turned her on. I took my time between her legs, slowly teasing her pussy, the complete opposite of the aggressive onslaught of mine minutes ago. I wondered, as I used my tongue like a paint brush, slow up and down strokes, if all pussies had such variety in their taste. I wondered if Jamie's pussy would be as heavenly as I imagined it would be.

 A few minutes went by where the only sounds were moaning and the odd orgasmic scream as some fellow pledge got herself off. Stephanie's moans increased too and she got animated again. 

 "Does Little Annie like licking cunt?" she asked, clearly trying to be over the top.

 "Little Annie loves it," I admitted, taking a brief break from my meticulous pussy teasing and using the embarrassing name on myself.

 "You do look absolutely adorable between my legs," Stephanie purred, grabbing my head and pulling me deeper into her wetness. 

 As my full face crashed into her pussy, I felt like I was shoved into a full sink of water, Stephanie was drenched. Taking the action as instruction, I went to her clit and began teasing, licking on it relentlessly. Her moans increased exponentially and knowing she was close, I decided a little tit-for-tat was necessary. I moved my finger to her pussy, got it nice and wet and just as her moans increased again I, without warning, slid my finger inside her tight ass.

 She screamed and shook as almost simultaneously she came from the mixture of my mouth on her pussy and clit as well as the finger now buried deep in her ass. I smiled devilishly as I eagerly lapped up her orgasmic sweetness. "Oh shit, you little fuuuuuucker," Stephanie scolded, surprised but enjoying the anal final touch to her orgasm.

 I purred, pumping my finger again in and out of her backdoor, "You like that too, Slut? Coming from a finger up her tight ass."

 "You little biiiiiitch," she whimpered, through trembles of pleasure.

 I used my free hand and tapped on her clit with deliberate force, bringing more uncontrollable quakes of euphoria to rattle her.

 Finally, I pulled my finger out of her ass and crawled out from between her legs. Not waiting for praise or punishment, I searched for Jamie and crawled directly to her. 

 "That was quite the performance Little Annie," she complimented, looking down at me.

 "Thank you, Ma'am," I replied, trying to hint at my need to submit to her.

 "Ma'am?" she questioned, "Stephanie gets Mistress and I get Ma'am?"

 "S-s-sorry, that was in the heat of the moment," I stammered, not wanting to disappoint her.

 She laughed, "It's okay, you'll have all day tomorrow to make up for it."

 "I do?" I asked, confused, yet excited by her promise.

 "Yep, now go wait in line until your fellow sluts are finished with their self-inflicted orgasms," Jamie said.

 I waited for fifteen minutes until the last of the pledges had come, curious what she meant by 'all day tomorrow to make up for it.'

Jamie finally spoke, "That was fun to watch, my sluts. Now in your bag is a gift specifically chosen for you by your Friday Mistress, quoting Little Annie's earlier reference. As tomorrow is Slave Day. Each of you will be the unconditional, unquestionable slave of a senior sorority sister for the day. Open your package now and find out what your special gift is and what your Mistress has bought for you."

The thought of Slave Day both excited and scared me, yet either way my curiosity of what was in the bag had me ripping the bag open eagerly. I gasped at what it was, a collar with a leash. I stared at it in disbelief. What was the purpose of this? I looked to my right and saw Caroline with ben wa balls, I looked to my left and saw nipple clamps for Becky. I began to look at others when Jamie was suddenly in front of me. "Don't like your gift?"

"I just don't understand its purpose," I replied.

"Isn't it obvious?" she asked, taking the collar from me.

"Um, no," I said, watching her intently.

"You are my pet," Jamie revealed, putting the collar on my neck.




Sorority Submission: Hook-Up Day



My head was spinning. I felt an instant tingle the moment the collar was fastened around my neck. The derogatory name, pet, enhanced my need to submit and I asked, "Your pet?"

"Yes, you are my slave for a day tomorrow," Jamie explained. 

"I am?" I asked, my pussy already leaking slightly with anticipation.

"Yes, Little Annie," Jamie said, tugging at my chain, "Follow me, my pet."

I followed Jamie a few feet before Jamie explained, "Starting now until 7 o'clock tomorrow, you are the obedient slave of whichever sorority sister comes and gets you in the next few minutes. Have fun pledges and the end is near. Kisses."

Jamie tugged the leash and I followed as other sisters began to collect their pledge pets. I crawled up the three flights of stairs and into her room which was huge. 

Sitting on the edge of her bed, Jamie smiled, looked down at me and asked, "Are you ready to begin your journey as my personal plaything?"

I nodded and waited for further instructions a shiver tingling through me at the promise of sexual submission to Jamie and the words 'personal plaything'.

"Good girl," she purred as she reached for her phone.


Up next: Task 5: Slave Day



Sorority Submission



I sat frozen as the orgasm simmered and waited for the other girl to leave. A couple of minutes went by before I was alone again. I quickly stood up, left the stall and freshened up. Looking in the mirror, my red cheeks were the scarlet letter of my sin. I shook my head and headed for lunch feeling a strange liberation I couldn't explain.

I walked to the cafeteria where a nerdy guy wearing a bow-tie didn't even attempt to pretend he wasn't staring at me. Walking into the cafeteria I could feel eyes on me from every direction, yet instead of embarrassment, I heeded Beth's words and walked with an air of confidence.

In line, the guy behind me asked, "Pledging for Pi Delta?"

I turned and was eye to eye with the hottest guy I had ever seen in person. Imagine Brad Pitt and Matt Damon and you would be close to just how perfect this guy was. I stammered, "Y-y-yes, is it that obvious?"

"Well, they have a rep for pushing their pledges and making them do some crazy things," he smiled, making him look even more like Matt Damon.

"Yes, this isn't my everyday attire," I joked.

"Too bad," he replied.

I could feel the heat on my cheeks. Was he flirting with me? Unable to come up with a witty come back, I turned back to the line and grabbed a tray.

He said, "I don't know what it is, but a chick in stockings is always really hot."

Again I was always confident with guys, so I turned around and said, "Well, I always wear stockings."

"You do, do you?" he said back, looking impressed, "You may just be my dream girl."

"You are not too bad yourself," I responded, playing it cool.

"Well, that is very flattering," he joked. "The name is Harvey."

He extended his hand and I offered mine. "Anne."

Being the player he obviously was, he lifted my hand to his lips and kissed it gently.

"How Prince Charming of you," I flirted.

"Get a room," someone called out from behind with a laugh.

My face went red and I pulled my hand away before continuing in the line.

He continued his flirtation. "So if I am Prince Charming, who are you?"

I grabbed a sandwich and without looking replied, "Who do you think I am?"

Grabbing milk and a banana, I waited for his response. "Well, that is a dangerous question. You could be Cinderella," he began, looking down at my feet, "but you are not missing any footwear. You could be Princess Jasmine, but thankfully, you don't have a big tiger protecting you. You could be Snow White, but I can't fathom someone trying to kill you. Thus, I deduce..." he smiled, his smoothness leaving me a bit dizzy, "you are Belle."

"Really," I smiled. "Why Belle?"

"She is pretty, smart, and judges men based on more than looks," he replied.

I quipped, without even thinking, "But you are no beast." After realizing how flirtatious that had just come across I turned to pay, desperate to hide my flustered look and glowing cheeks.

I didn't wait for him and went and sat down at a table by myself. I wasn't surprised when he joined me. He said, "You didn't think you could ditch me after such a flattering compliment."

Still flushed, although already becoming comfortable around this handsome guy, pointing towards my breasts, "I am pretty sure Belle had a decent rack."

"Wow," he said, shaking his head.

"What?" I asked, getting more confident at seeing I had made him uncomfortable.

"I have never heard a girl refer to her breasts as a rack."

I shrugged, "I am not like most girls."

"That I can see," he agreed, before adding with the corny line, "Plus, I have always been told that the best things come in small packages."

I quipped, my tone dripping with innuendo, and shifting the conversation from my non-existent breasts to his hopefully impressive penis. "Girls say that all the time too, but we are lying."

Although it was clear I had startled him, he regrouped quickly. "I knew it. Size does matter."

"Of course, but so does everything else," I added.

"How so?" he asked.

"Well, we are looking for the complete package," I replied, with a sultry smile.

"Which is?" he questioned, seemingly really interested in what I had to say.

"Honestly?" I asked, surprised at just how far this conversation had went, from casual flirting, to honest expectations.

"Of course," he smiled, "I have always wanted to know what women want. Maxim has not been as reliable as one would expect. And don't even get me started with the advice in Playboy."

I actually choked on my drink as I began laughing so hard. "Sorry, that is so embarrassing."

"I thought it was sexy," he replied.

"Oh yes, I ooze sexuality as I have milk coming out my nose," I laughed, adding, "well, you clearly have the so-called prerequisite all girls say is important, a sense of humor."

"That is what all girls say they want, but I have always thought it was crap," he countered.

"How so?" I questioned, curious where he was going with that statement.

"The cheerleader dates the football star. It is as simple as that and he is always a humorless ass," Harvey said, clearly resentful of the high school hierarchy.

"That is high school sure, but the real world is much different," I smiled, surprised by the shift of the conversation.

Before we could chat more, we were interrupted by another of my rush week pledge sisters dressed as a maid. Suddenly, I was thankful for my outfit. The maid said, all cheery, "How is your day going?"

"Embarrassing," I said, before saying with a glance to Harvey, "but getting better."

She sat down, oblivious to the flirty conversation I was currently involved in. Her large breasts seemed to barely be kept held in check by her outfit, as she said, "Oh my God, it has been so awkward."

"Tell me about it," I replied, my tone implying I really didn't care. I was enjoying my conversation with a sexy guy.

Ignoring my tone, she spent the next five minutes babbling while Harvey and I exchanged knowing glances. Unfortunately, after a few more mundane root canal minutes of her talking, Harvey stood up and said, "Sorry, I have to go. It was really nice to meet you."

"You too," I replied seductively.

 He grabbed my cell phone and boldly typed in his number before kissing my hand again. "I hope to continue this life-changing conversation another time."

"Me too," I agreed, this time blushing.

And just like that my potential Prince Charming was gone.

 Only then did the vapid girl's light bulb go on. "Did I interrupt something?"

I lied. "Oh no, but I do need to get to my next class."

The rest of the day was rather uneventful other than a few catcalls and a couple bitchy comments; yet, I couldn't get Harvey out of my mind. There was something about him, something very intriguing.

As expected, I arrived at the sorority house at seven o'clock with the other girls. As I looked around at the other pretty girls each was in a similarly humiliating outfit; it was like slutty Halloween. Yet, other than the outfits and abundance of breasts barely concealed by the skimpy attire, it was just like the Saturday introductory gathering. There were hors d'oeuvres, cocktails and lots of socializing. I chatted with a few other and shared horror stories of the day. As I continued to survey the room, I noticed something odd. Every other girl, every single one, had large breasts, I was clearly the only one without voluptuous breasts. Most girls may not notice such a thing, but when your biggest insecurity is your own tiny breasts, it was impossible not to notice.

Before I had time to consider this revelation, Beth spoke. "If we could have all of you line up that would be great."

Like sheep in a herd, we quickly lined up in a row. I was between a slutty nurse and a slutty airline stewardess.

Jamie, dressed in the tightest t-shirt possible, walked up and down the line seemingly inspecting each of us. She paused at each one, looked us over before moving to the next one, her facial expression never changing from her usual disapproving smirk.

After giving each girl a thorough inspection, she returned to me and said, "Pledge, Anne, please step forward."

I moved forward with trepidation as there was something about her tone and her smile that hinted at something sinister.

She took my hand and led me to the end of the line. "Kneel," she said.

"Pardon?" I asked, confused. I had heard the word, I just couldn't comprehend she meant what she was saying.

"Kneel, now!" she repeated, her tone bossy.

I could feel everyone's eyes boring into me. Nervous and shocked, I knelt, unable to make eye contact with Jamie.

"Good girl," Jamie purred, her tone instantly softening and similar to a mother praising her young child.

I could feel the heat on my cheeks scalding hot, again feeling all eyes watching my public humiliation.

"Today, Anne, you are our inspection girl," Jamie informed all of us.

I remained silent.

Jamie explained, "Each of you had clear instructions. One, wear the outfit you were left, which each of you has done. Two, not to wear any underwear. To make sure you all obeyed our instructions, our little inspector here, will check each of you to make sure you obeyed."

I couldn't believe what was expected of me. I also couldn't believe the dampness that was beginning to form down below.

"Go ahead, Little Anne, look under Amber's outfit and see if she is wearing any panties," Jamie instructed.

I looked up, my eyes pleading for her to reconsider, praying that this was some kind of bizarre test. Yet, in her cold eyes and her smirk, I knew there would be no mercy. Turning towards Amber, I lifted my hand to her one piece pirate dress, grasped it and lifted it up; I was suddenly staring at her completely shaved vagina.

"And?" Jamie asked, her tone implying impatience. "Did she comply?"

"Yes," I whispered, my shame reaching new depths.

"Move along then," Jamie ordered condescendingly, "unless you are hungry."

I went to stand up and move to the next girl but Jamie put her hand on my shoulder and pushed me back to the floor. "Crawl."

This got a few laughs from the older sorority sisters as my shame compounded, mortified by the sudden hunger to indeed taste Amber, doubly mortified by the slight leaking I felt down below and triple humiliated by being forced to crawl like I was a puppy.

I silently moved to the next dressed up girl and repeated the inspection this time staring at a natural red-haired vagina. The red hair made it hard to clearly see her vagina lips but she obviously had obeyed the task.

"She's good," I said.

"She is good like she has a nice cunt or she is good like she obeyed the instructions?"Jamie asked obviously enjoying humiliating me.

I stammered, not thinking I could go any redder, "S-s-she obeyed."

"Next," she bellowed, and I continued my factory line vagina inspection. There are 49 girls hoping to join the sorority, not counting me, and I looked up close and personal at each of their vaginas. It was utterly surreal, as I progressed down the line of pledges in their ludicrous outfits; I began to secretly enjoy myself. Every vagina was unique: some were hairy, some were trimmed and some were as bare as the day they were born. Each vagina had a distinct scent that had my mouth watering and the temptation to taste a girl grew stronger as each tantalizing scent reached me.

All the while, I inspected my fellow pledges, Jamie continued to humiliate me and yet most of what she said was true, although I would never have admitted it at the time. "Our Little Annie sure seems to be enjoying herself," or "Our Little Annie seems to be lingering longer at each girl's cunt," or "Is it just me or does our Little Annie seem like she might just dive into one of our pledge's cunts?" Sadly, each was true. I was enjoying myself even as the ridicule piled up; I was lingering longer at each new vagina as I tried to get a strong whiff of each girl; I was getting more and more tempted to do exactly what Jamie said. All my fantasies of tasting a girl flooded into my mind, the temptation was there, yet I was way too shy to follow through with my growing desire.

Once I finished the last inspection, I waited on my knees to be told I was done.

"Stand up, Little Annie," Jamie ordered, now directly beside me.

I obeyed, thankful to be off my knees.

She lifted up my skirt suddenly and her hand went directly to my wet vagina. Involuntarily, I let out a half-gasp, half moan as she announced, "Our Little Annie is very wet. Did inspecting your fellow pledge's cunts get you horny?"

I lied, again my shame burning, "God, no!"

"I don't believe you," she said, moving her finger to her lips.

"Do you know why I have nicknamed you Little Annie," she asked.

Once again, I felt everyone's eyes watching my humiliation. Although, I was pretty sure I knew the reason, I answered, "No."

Jamie laughed. "You may be blonde, but you are not stupid. You know, don't you?"

I nodded.

"Why?" she asked, clearly enjoying humiliating me and building on my already very insecure body image.

"I have small breasts," I whispered.

"Yes, you have tiny, raisin tits," Jamie announced, her hand cupping my small but very sensitive breasts.

"I-I-I know," I said, desperate for this to end, even as my vagina got hotter and hotter.

"You have one last inspection task, Little Annie," Jamie revealed, as she unbuttoned my blouse, her smile somehow turning me on even more. Even as my humiliation at the way she treated me grew, my excitement down below grew too. It was unexplainable, it was absurd and yet it was true.

"What?" I asked, petrified at others seeing my tiny breasts and yet equally excited at being touched by a girl.

"Go make sure each of our pledges isn't wearing a bra," she instructed as she unbuttoned the last button.

"Oh," was all I could muster, as she took off my blouse.

"Fuck they are even smaller then I imagined," Jamie assessed, before adding with an amused chuckle, "Go ahead and cop a feel of your rush sister' tits while you inspect them'. Feel what real tits feel like."

I turned to the first pledge and as I reached for her big breasts, barely held in by her skimpy Snow White dress, I stammered, "S-s-sorry."

Yet even though the task was humiliating, it was also making a fantasy come true. I felt her firm, heavy breasts in my hands and instantly wished I could see them. I wanted to know if her nipples were hard; I wanted to put her breast in my mouth.

I cupped her breasts for a while, suddenly forgetting where I was.

Jamie said, "Do you want us to leave you alone for play time, Little Annie?"

I quickly dropped my hand away, again mortified, but this time by the brief daydream I was having. I again stammered, "S-s-sorry."

"Keep moving, Little Annie," Jamie instructed, "you are suppose to be inspecting for bras not molesting every girl in line.

My face flushed with the implied accusation, but I moved to the maid from lunch time and cupped her breasts. This time I just as quickly let go.

Jamie laughed. "Carla's weren't as impressive, Little Anne?"

"No, I mean, yes, I mean," I tried to explain myself.

"They look pretty impressive to me," Jamie said, moving to Carla and pulling her top down releasing the voluptuous breasts from their restrictive containment.

I stared at them. I tried to look away, but they were so mesmerizing I couldn't look away. They were so big and beautiful; I desperately wanted to touch them again.

"Go ahead, Little Annie," Jamie said, "Kiss them. You know you want to."

I stood frozen, wanting to do just that, but not wanting to be perceived as some lesbian.

Carla softly smiled, "Go ahead, kiss them."

Suddenly it seemed so natural, so right. Just as suddenly, all my insecurities faded away as did all the witnesses. In my head there was just me and Carla's massive breasts. I leaned forward and took her big stiff nipple in my mouth.

I only was in this state of sweet euphoria for a few seconds before Jamie interrupted. "Enjoying yourself, Little Annie?"

Returning to reality, I moved away and continued my Daffy Duck speech impediment, "W-w-what? Oh my, oh."

"Are you going to have an orgasm right in front of your fellow pledges, Little Annie?" Jamie asked.

Again I was the brunt of a joke that had laughter echoing through the group of sorority sisters watching.

When I didn't answer, Jamie ordered, "Keep moving down the line, Little Annie. Feel what real tits feel like."

I obeyed, hating the concentrated ridicule of my tiny breasts, but enjoying the task of feeling up my fellow pledges. Eventually, I reached the end of the line, which was actually the start from my earlier vagina inspection.

As soon as I felt up the last big-breasted girl. Jamie announced, "Congratulations, you have all passed your first task and lets all give a special thank you to our special Little Annie for being such a good sport today."

Suddenly all the sorority sisters were clapping...for me.... I felt a rush of excitement and for the first time in my life felt like I fit in, that I could be one of them, I could be a Pi Delta...I was both really right and really wrong.

THE END FOR NOW

NEXT: Task 2: Measuring Up!!!