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                       Sorority Supremacy

                            Chapter 1

 

It may be true, like Time magazine said, that the sexual

revolution is over, but if it is, it's because the women have

won, and isn't indicative of a return to conservative prudery.

 

A few years ago, I never would have believed that I would have a

boyfriend who would please me in every way, and do everything

that I asked. I could never have even conceived of being head of

a sorority of women dedicated to being worshipped like goddesses,

and being served by males happy to act as slaves of their own

free will.

 

It all started when I met Owen shortly after entering a large

southern university, which I won't name. One weekend, I was

helping him clean up his apartment. As I moved a box from under

his bed, it slipped out of my hands and the contents spilled out

onto the floor.

 

What I found was several dozen magazines. They had pictures of

women in latex wear and leather corsettes and high heeled boots,

with men grovelling at their feet, or being ridden like horses,

or tied up.

 

I was shocked but pretended to be angry, "What is this?" I asked

him.

 

His face flushed and red, and he stammered, "I ... I like the

idea about being dominated sexually. I'm not sick or anything, I

just need to relinquish all control. I need to worship a woman

and please her ... all I want is to be allowed to come while she

dominates me."

 

I was confused, but I took the entire contents of the box. As I

left, I told him, "I didn't know if I ever want to see you again.

I don't know if I can deal with this. I have to think this over.

Don't call me, I'll call you."

 

After a few days, I worked up the courage to discuss the incident

with my room mate, Chantal. I showed her the box and explained my

conversation with Owen.

 

Chantel was excited about it, and told me to think of all the

advantages of being served, and waited on and pampered. She

quickly had me convinced that if he really wanted to serve us,

and not just to be ordered to do things to please himself, that

we should take advantage of the situation.

 

After reading through the magazines, we wrote up a slave

contract, and I invited Owen over for dinner, not saying anything

about it.

 

All evening, since he came in the door, Owen was nervous, and I

knew he wanted to talk to me, but was too embarrassed to say

anything in front of Chantal. After dinner, when the three of us

were sitting at the table, I said to Owen, "Do you remember the

last time you saw me?"

 

He looked down at the table and said "Yes."

 

"Did you mean those things you said?"

 

He nodded his head, and was about to say something else until I

told him to be quiet.

 

Chantal suddenly brought out the box from its hiding place and

dumped the contents onto the table. He was so embarassed that he

was actually shaking.

 

I then handed him the slave contract. "Stand up and read this out

loud."

 

He took one look at it and opened his mouth to protest.

 

Chantal said, "Go ahead, do it!"

 

Owen looked at me, and I just crossed my arms and stared him in

the eye. He got up and read.

 

"The undersigned party, hereafter referred to as 'the slave',

surrenders to the second party, hereafter referred to as 'the

Mistress', total control and ownership of his body, and to the

utmost of his ability, the submission of his mind. The term of

this agreement is to be indefinite, subject to cancellation by

the Mistress at any time, without notice, for any reason.

 

Some of the initial conditions to be imposed upon the slave,

subject to change and additions at the whim of the Mistress, are

as follows.

 

The slave is not to address the Mistress as anything other than

'Mistress,' at any time.

 

At all times in private, or at any other time at the request of

the Mistress, the following rules apply.

 

The slave is not to speak unless given permission. If absolutely

necessary, the slave may request permission to speak by kissing

the feet or ass of the Mistress.

 

The slave is to wear no clothing without special permission,

except for feminine undergarments approved by the Mistress.

 

Whenever the slave is not engaged in an assigned chore, he is to

wait patiently next to the Mistress.

 

As the slave's body is property of his Mistress, he is not to

touch himself for his own pleasure. Orgasm is forbidden except on

command.

 

The slave will inform the Mistress immediately whenever her

slave's penis becomes erect, or goes limp.

 

The slave is to address Chantal as 'superior one' and to obey all

orders from her so long as they do not conflict with the express

commands of the Mistress.

 

The slave will accept with gratitude any punishment meted out by

the Mistress for disobedience, or for no reason at all."

When he got to the end, I informed Owen how to seal the contract.

"If you don't feel capable of fulfilling the contract, you may

leave and never see me again; if you wish to accept, strip naked

and sign it with your sperm by masturbating onto the bottom of

the paper."

 

It took him only a second to decide, and he stammered a quiet

"OK".

 

"OK, WHAT?", demanded Chantel.

 

"OK. Mistress", he replied.

 

He undid his belt, and dropped his pants. With a final fleeting

glance at me and Chantel, he pulled down his underwear, and out

popped his engorged cock.

 

As he wrapped his fist around it, I reminded him of one of the

terms of the contract, "You don't get off that easy. Take off all

your clothes."

 

As he continued to strip Chantel dissappeared into her room as I

took custody of his clothing. By the time he was totally naked,

Chantel returned with her video camera.

 

Owen would have objected, but he had nowhere to go since he had

no way of getting his clothing back.

 

I spread the contract out on the table, and Owen stepped up to

it. He put his fist once again around his throbbing prick jerked

himself off, right there at the dinner table in front of me as

Chantel caught every stroke on tape. It wasn't long before he

came in uncontrolled spurts, spraying all over the paper. I held

out my hand and he gave me the "signed" contract for filing.

 

Chantal commented on how fast his cock got small and shrivelled

afterwards, and ordered him to look at her. Owen couldn't meet

her eyes, and he turned red all over from embarassement at being

naked in front of both of us, and from the humiliation of his

submission, but he got hard again almost immediately. I had to

remind him of his duty to inform me of his erection, which he

did, and then I told him to clear the table and sent him off to

do the dishes while Chantal and I relaxed and watched the tape on

the television.

 

When Owen was finished with the dishes, he came over and stood

next to me silently and obediently. I could catch, out of the

corner of my eye, his still erect penis. The bliss I felt right

then, at having him waiting at my beck and call, assured me that

I had made the right choice in my decision to give him the

domination that he craved.

I realized, of course, that to keep him as a slave to me, I would

have to keep him happy. That first evening, I gave him permission

to talk, and we discussed his fantasies and needs. Chantel and I

went through the magazines and asked him to explain what excited

him most.

 

He was made to realize, though, that my pleasure would come

first, and that under the contract he had signed, he had no right

to recieve pleasure except when it pleased me to grant it as a

special treat. As token of this realization, I made him kneel

before me and start masturbating. Once I could see that he was

getting hot, I ordered him to stop before he came. I ran him

through his paces two more times before I was done with him.

           

That night, we made Owen give us each a long massage, and I let

Chantal take him to her bedroom to please her orally, before

having him lick me to several orgasms and allowing him to lie at

the foot of my bed above the covers. Of course he had a throbbing

erection, and I doubt if he slept at all. When I woke up in the

morning, he was awake and looking at me. I could see the caked

pre-come on his cock (he had been "leaking" all night), and his

penis looked bigger than I had ever seen it before. I had him

kiss and lick me all over, and finish up by performing

cunnilingus until I had an explosive climax, then told him to go

fix breakfast.

         

At breakfast, Owen served us and stood by while we ate. Chantal

remarked how nice it was to be waited on by a naked male, and

complimented me on my slave.

When I told Owen he could get dressed and go home until I

requested his presence again, he requested permission to speak by

prostrating himself before me and kissing my feet, which I

granted him.

 

"Please Mistress, may I make love to you?" I told him to roll

over on his back, and saw that he still had a raging hard on.

"You mean you would like some release for your poor aching cock,

is that it?"

 

"Yes Mistress. Please."

 

Chantal laughed and said, "You know you really should punish him

for thinking that his blue balls are excuse enough for begging

permission to speak."

 

I agreed with her, and instead of an orgasm, Owen got a spanking

before we sent him home. I had him bend over a chair, and Chantal

and I took turns swatting his bum with a hairbrush until it

turned bright red, and he was sobbing. Then he had to go home

without his briefs, wearing under his jeans instead, lace panties

that were too small to cover his cock, which was still

embarassingly erect.

 

 

 

 

-

Chapter 2

 

Chantel and I were sitting around the apartment on Saturaday

morning after a leasurely brunch when the phone rang. Chantel

answered and her half of the conversation went like: "Hello."

"Oh, Hi, Beth, how are you?" "He did"! "Well, what did you do"?

"Good"! "Tell you what, why don't you come over, and we'll talk

about it." She hung up.

 

"That was Beth. She was out with Gary last night. He took her

back to his room after their date, and after a little bit of

playing around, he suggested they have sex. Beth says she might

have gone along, but he was too insistant. He tried to take off

the rest of her clothes and rape her! She was able to kick him in

the balls and run away."

 

Beth was a music major in Chantel's modern dance class. She was

the middle child in the family sandwiched between two older and

two younger brothers. She was somewhat of a tomboy and developed

the muscle tone through playing football and baseball with her

brothers to attain the atheletic skills of a modern dancer. I was

impressed by her physical strength one day when she effortlessly

handed me a pile of books that nearly broke my arms to carry. I

imagine she could deliver quite a kick to the balls.

 

Beth arrived about 15 minutes later. She was dressed in a ragged

sweatshirt, jeans and sneakers. She took a look at Chantel and I

still in our bathrobes and in essentially the same condition in

which we awoke.

 

She laughed, "If I knew this was going to be a dressy affair, I

would have put on something less comfortable." She then got a

real serious look on her face and started to cry.

 

I poured her a glass of wine. Heck, it's got to be happy hour

somewhere in the world. Besides, she needed some calming down.

Chantel and I joined her.

 

"I really thought he was different." she sobbed, "He was such a

gentleman during dinner. When we got back to his place, we

kissed. I remebered what you told me about French kissing and I

tried it. Gary seemed to like it. I could feel his penis

hardening under his pants next to my body. I took off my sweater.

He took off my blouse, and we hugged some more. I pushed my

crotch into his as he undid my bra. As he kissed his way down my

chest to my nipples, I reached out with my hand and felt how

large and hard he had really gotten. That's when he pushed me

down onto the couch and I panicked."

 

Beth continued her story and a second bottle of wine was opened.

She described her wrestling match with Gary, "I'm certainly glad

my brothers taught me a few tricks. I don't think the average

girl could have gotten out of that one. He had managed to get his

pants down and my skirt pushed up. He was trying to pull himself

up over me when he placed his knees on either side of my body to

straddle me. That was the opportunity I was waiting for. I was

able to bring my knee up into his crotch. He was so shocked that

every muscle in his body froze. I kneed him one more time, and

pushed him off of me. He didn't even try to catch himself. He

just rolled off onto the floor. I grabbed my clothes, pulled on

my sweater and ran."

 

By the time Beth had completed her story, the wine had taken

effect on all of us. "Why is it," Chantel observed, "That boys

can't seem to control themselves? I can't imagine what it would

be like to have my mind controlled by my glands."

 

"Yeah," agreed Beth, "It's like their brains are in their pricks.

Even my 13 year old brother is totally facinated by what's

between his legs. He doesn't know that I know about his girlie

magazine collection, or that I know that he masturbates while

looking at them every weekend. I found the magazines under his

matress, and I can see the cum stains in his laundry. To tell you

the truth, I'd actually like to catch the little twerp in the

act. I don't know what I'd like to do more: just watch, or do

something to humiliate him. Jesus! If they start that early, is

there any hope for them. Just once, I'd like to meet a guy that

could put a girl's pleasure in front of his."

 

Chantel and I looked at each other and giggled.

 

"What?," asked Beth.

 

"If you are really serious about that, We can grant your wish," I

said. Without any further explanation, I dialed Owen.

 

"Slave," I said, "Get your ass over here right now!"

 

"Yes Mistress," he said remebering his manners.

 

"Oh, and pick up some wine for Chantel and me." I hung up.

 

Owen arrived, and looked at the females assembled before him. I

made the introductions, "Owen, this is Beth. She is also a

'superior one'. I order you to obey her as you do Chantel and I.

Now, take off your clothes, and serve us the wine."

 

Owen was apparently going to take some time getting used to his

fantasy. Although he had unhesitatingly undressed for Chantel and

me the last time we met, he was extremely embarrased as he

undressed with another woman watching him.

 

I had him put the wine on the table and asked, "Where are your

panties? I give you a gift, and you don't use it!" suddenly

shifting gears, I barked, "Have you been playing with yourself?"

I asked.

 

"No mistress," he murmered.

 

"Don't lie to me BOY!" I growled. I was calling his bluff, and it

worked.

 

"Yes, mistress. Just once though." "What AM I going to do with

you. You have to be taught how to behave. You know better. You

know that you cannot touch yourself without my permission. Even

worse, you LIED to me. We'll have to punish you later. And look

at that erection. You know you are suppossed to tell me when you

get a hard-on. This is going to be a long day for you, boy! You

have a lot to learn, and we girls will have to make sure you

learn it right. Now, serve us that wine you just bought."

 

"Beth, this is our slave, Owen." Chantel introduced, "Owen, say

hello to your superior, Beth,"

 

Owen bowed and muttered, "Hello mistress Beth."

 

At that, I exploded, "MISTRESS Beth? How dare you! I am your

mistress. You belong to me. From now on, you will call her

'Superior One Beth'. From now any sister we bring into the group

will be called 'Superior One'."

 

Turning to Beth, I asked, "OK, Beth, what do you think we should

do with this bad boy, as Owen served us wine and prepared some

snacks for us. "Here is what the slave finds exciting," I said as

I slid the stack of Owen's magazines towards her. "Why don't you

look through these and see if there's anything you like."

 

Beth pored over the magazines and was visibly excited. "I've

heard about this stuff, but I never really believed it." she

gasped. "This is great. Does Owen really do all this stuff?."

"He'll do whatever we tell him to do," I responded.

 

Beth took her time deciding, "I want him to do this to me." She

turned the magazine around to show a bound man kneeling in front

of his mistress, kissing and sucking her feet. "I'd like to try

that."

 

We were ill prepared for outfits and equipment, so we had to make

do with what we had available to us. Chantel had some bundgee

chords that she used to hold stuff on her bicycle. We used one

chord to bind Owen's elbows behind his back, and the other around

his knees. "There," I exclaimed, "not exactly the chains and

leather pictured in the magazines, but it will do." "Owen, kneel

in front of Lady Beth!"

 

Beth. He had to bend over to get his face in front of her feet.

In this position, his rear end was up in the air as a perfect

target.

 

            

Beth made a move to take off her sneakers. "Wait," said Chantel,

"Make him do that. He can use his teeth and lips to get them

off."

 

Owen went to work tugging at the laces of her Keds. Meanwhile

Chantel went off to get her camera and I went to the bathroom to

fetch a hair brush.

 

"The last time we played with my sex toy, he told me that he

likes to jerk off a lot. I didn't let him do it, but I found that

disciplining excited him a lot.

 

Directing my attention to Owen I commanded, "Now, get your face

down at her feet and service her properly. Stick your butt up

where Mistress Chantel and I can get at it better. You've been a

bad boy, and you need to be punished for disobeying the orders of

a superior female." With that, she started to paddle his ass

using the brush. After reddening his left cheek, she handed the

brush to me, and I went to work on his right.

 

              

Throughout the entire spanking, Owen managed to keep from crying

out although there were tears in his eyes. He even managed to

continue to tongue Beth's feet and toes.

 

With Beth satisfied, and Chantel and I tired from administering

the spanking, we all took a break. We unbound Owen, and let him

get us some more wine and food. We had him stand at attention in

front of us once again and inspected his body. His cock was so

ridgid with blood, it was as nearly red as his well paddled ass.

It glistened with so much precome that it threatened to drip to

the floor.

 

 

 

I had him lie on the floor, face up in front of the TV. Chantel

set up the VCR, and we replayed the tapes of Owen's performances

as we had him perform oral sex on us. One by one, we straddled

his face. One by one, he brought us to orgasm with his tongue.

One by one, we lost control and let loose the wine we had been

drinking in a golden shower on his face. One by one, he drank our

pee.

 

 

Finally, I asked Beth to jerk him off. She only had to give him a

few strokes before she hit paydirt. Long, hot jets of creamy

white come exploded from his dick, arching gracefully into the

air before splattering on his stomach.

 

"Shit," exclaimed Beth, "This is great. I just wish it were Gary.

I owe him."

 

"Let us help," I offered, "There must be something we can do."

 

We had Owen clean up the mess, get into some panties, a skirt and

blouse and serve us some more.

 

-

 

 

 

 

 

                            Chapter 3

 

The rest of that afternoon was spent with Owen providing personal

services for us. He attended Chantel and I in the shower as well

as dressed us.

 

 

"You have a lot to learn, slave," I said as he buttoned my

blouse. "Aside from basic discipline, you will have to learn how

to do your chores adequately. You are quite clumsy with the way

you are getting me dressed. I suppose that you don't know how to

fix my hair or do my nails do you?"

 

"No mistress," he said.

 

"That's too bad, you'll need to learn, and we're not going to let

you go until you do."

  

  

 

"Here are some magazines that explain how to fix a woman's hair.

You will study them on your 'free time'. Meanwhile, you can use a

hair dryer and a brush, can't you?" Without waiting for an

answer, I continued. "You'll need practice doing nails. I will

provide what's needed today, but in the future, you will get

everything you need to do the perfect pedicure on your own. You

will practice on yourself, and then do it for us women."

 

As Owen stood there brushing my hair, Chantel and Beth continued

their plans for ensaring Gary. "Is there anything you can tell me

about Gary that might help us," asked Chantel.

 

"Nothing much, really. Like most boys, he seems to be caught up

in this macho thing, and he does seem to have sex on his mind

most of the time. He seems more interested in sports, school,

beer, and getting it off than he does about me."

 

"You've just described about 90% of the male population," I

added, "How do we get to him?"

 

"Well, the thing that attracted him to me was my physical state.

He seems to like atheletic women. He jogs about 3-5 miles every

day himself. In fact, up until the time I kneed him, I think he

was getting excited with our wrestling match. Physical contact is

the key."

 

By this time, Owen was attending to Chantel's hair, it was her

turn to speak. "It looks like we're going to have to get into

shape, girls. If he's a jogger, then Julia and I will become ones

too. I'm sure he'd like to run with a couple of 'fast women',

eh?"

 

After laying out our plans for Gary, we then turned our attention

back to Owen. After giving all of us back rubs, he prostrated

himself at my feet kissing them. "OK, slave, you may speak to

your mistress."

 

"Mistress Julia, please may I cum?." At that, all three of us

broke out laughing.

 

 

 

 

"This is so delicious.," chuckled Chantel, "I can't wait for the

day when all men come to realize that their rightful place is at

the feet of the women they are to serve."

 

"Mmmm, make him beg some more, Julia.," echouraged Beth, "Make

him squirm and beg like a puppy."

 

"Sit, boy," I ordered and made him get up on his knees. "Let's

see what my bad boy has been up to." I got a belt from my

bedroom, put it over his head and used it as a leash. "Heel," I

commanded as I led him around the room a couple of times, finally

getting him kneeling on a bench facing his female audience.

 

 

"Beg," I said, and he assumed the position. "That's better. Now

let's see what we have. Chantel, get the camera. This ought to be

fun."

 

What we had was a thoughougly engorged cock, dripping with

precome. "I bet you want to touch yourself and releave the

tension. Don't you?"

 

"Yes, mistress," he responded.

 

"We'll forget it! Only real men have control over their penises.

Obviously you don't. We will teach you how to control your

orgasms. You will learn that you cannot have them unless we order

them, and then you must be able to have them on command. I not

forgetting that you have been a bad little boy and played with

your 'pee pee' without your mistress' or a superior female's

permission. I will consider a proper punishment."

 

"Beth, you're our guest; do you have any ideas?"

 

Beth responded, "It seems like bondage is a part of the game no

matter what we do. Unless we need to let him move to service us,

we ought to keep him tied up."

 

"You're really getting into this," said Chantel as we carried out

Beth's suggestion.

 

"Also the magazine showed the men gagged and blindfolded. I don't

want to blindfold him. I want him to see what we are doing. But I

think he should be gagged for being so bold as to ask permission

to cum."

 

We didn't have a real gag, but I did have the bikini underwear I

just took off. They were quite soaked with my juices as I was

flowing rather heavily watching Chantel and Beth dominate Owen

earlier. I put the crotch portion in his mouth and drew back the

sides. There wasn't enough material in the back to knot it, so I

fastened it using a safety pin.

 

This time we used the bungee chords on Owen's wrists and ankles

in such a way to tie them all together. In this postion, Owen was

forced to kneel on the bench with his back arched and his hips

thrust forward. He looked so vulnerable that way.

 

 

 

"One more thing," Beth noted, "Some of the boys in the magazine

had the penis and body of a man, but no pubic hair. Get me a

shaver." We had created a bitch. Beth was really getting carried

away with this once she got started. She was, however, delicate

with the shaver and took her time denuding the hair from around

his cock and balls. When she was finshed, he looked like a well

hung little boy. In its new setting, his cock seemed to stand out

even more.

 

Chantel and I sat there sipping wine while we watched Beth work

on Owen. She picked up one of her sneakers and holding it by the

heel, hefted the sole against her palm. "Yes," she nodded with

satisfaction, "this will do prefectly."

 

Beth pointed to a spot on the table, and issued a terse, one-word

command, "BEND!"

 

Owen strained against the bunge cords and put his forehead to the

table. His ass was up in the air.

 

With the strength and coordination she learned playing tennis,

Beth swung her sneaker. It contacted with a sound that was a

combination of a slap and a thud. Owen let out a muffled yelp.

 

Chantel and I pulled closer to look. Chantel was working the

camera to zoom in on what was going on.

 

After several minutes of this, we could see Owen tense. He

started to grunt and pant through the panties. Then the dam

broke. His penis started pumping out copious quanties of come.

Chantel and I had seen him come in our previous session, but it

was nothing like this.

 

We couldn't believe that a boy could come whitout ever touching

himself.

 

Beth was delighted with herself, and kept spanking him

rhythmicaly with her sneaker as long as he kept pumping come. I

had to lend a steading hand to Owen as he swooned with the

pleasure of his ejactulation.

 

It was obviously time for recess, so we unbound and ungagged Owen

who immediately dropped to his knees and kissed my feet.

 

"Speak slave," I said.

 

"Thank you, mistress," was all he could gasp.

 

We had him clean up the mess he made on the table and the floor.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                       Sorority Supremacy

                            Chapter 4

Armed with information about Gary's habit pattern, Chantel and I

were able to make plans on how to get even with him. All we

needed to know was that he was a male, and this made him very

susceptable to the lusts of his penis; and that he was interested

in his own physical fitness. Beth told us that he jogged

religiously every Saturday morning, and drew out a map of his

favorite route.

 

It wasn't easy. Chantel and I spent an entire week "brushing up"

on our jogging to get into shape. On the following Saturday, we

positioned ourself along a strategic point in his route and set

up our ambush. Although we could see him coming along, he

couldn't see us. More than that, it gave us an opportunity to put

ourselves on the path in front of him so that he would overtake

us after about two minutes of running.

 

We saw him coming. We started our jog. As predicted, several

minutes later we heard him coming up on us from behind. We

waived, smiled and said "hi" as he passed us, and got a feeling

of dissapointment as we watched his back as he continued to pull

away from us.

 

We were jogging for about five more minutes when we saw him

coming back at us. Apparently, he had turned around and was

returning. As he passed us, we waived, smiled, and said "hello

again". This time, he turned around and fell in with us.

 

"You girls run this course often?" he puffed. "No," I responded

truthfully, "I was suggested by a friend of mine. She said it was

a good run, and that you often meet the nicest people here".

 

"That's for sure," he said as his eyes drifted towards the sweaty

tee shirts worn by Chantel's and me. Chantel and I had one

practice run without bras and decided, that although we wouldn't

like to do it all the time, that this Saturday was worth it. Gary

had a tough time deciding wether to watch our bouncing boobs or

to look at the yards of shapely legs sticking out of our almost

bikini length shorts.

 

We finally finished the run, and Chantel and I propped ourselves

up on a stone wall showing off our ample legs. The cool air

against our now sweat-soaked tee shirts caused our nipples to

erect. That wasn't the only thing erected. Although Chantel and I

would have loved to stare, there was no missing the buldge in his

running shorts.

 

"Would you like a glass of wine?" Chantel suggested. "Our place

isn't too far from here. Besides, it would be such a letdown to

go back there all alone".

 

"Sure," said Gary trying to hide his eagerness.

 

 

It didn't take that long to walk to our house. Chantel poured him

some wine and suggested that he take off his sweaty shirt. "Not

unless you take yours off too," he suggested in such a way that

we couldn't decide if he was serious or meant it in jest.

 

Chantel just smiled evilly as she snatched the shirt from him,

"I'll hang it up to dry for you".

 

As Chantel was teasing him, I was taking my shower. I slipped

into a very short tight fitting nightshirt, and donned a pair of

black bikini panties. I came out to a scene where Chantel was

running her fingers through his chest hairs.

 

"Now its my turn," she said refering to the shower.

 

"No it's mine," I said nodding at Gary.

 

As Chantel slipped away, I poured Gary another glass of wine.

This one was a little more bitter than the first. By the time

Chantel finshed her shower, Gary was completely unconcious. She

went for her camera. I went for the phone.

 

"Slave, get your sorry ass over here. Your mistress needs your

help". I hung up. I dialed another number. "Beth, it's going

down. You want to be here to watch?".

 

"Shit yes" she said, and the way in which the phone clicked, I

imagined that she was out the door before the receiver hit the

hook.

 

While Owen was making his way over, Chantel and I moved Gary to

the floor. We were just able to lift his legs up and pull his

pants off. As we worked his jock strap off, we were dissapointed

to see how flaccid his cock had gotten. The medical student who

gave us the "knock out" drops, warned us about this very

unfortunate side effect.

 

By the time Owen arrived, we had managed to get the camera and

other equipment set up. We had him get undressed for us (he

remebered his panties this time). He had no sooner done that,

when I had to send him off to answer the door for Beth.

 

Beth took one look at Gary and laughed, "That looks pretty much

like the last time I saw him". It took all four of us to get him

into a bra, crotchless panties (and get his prick out the slit),

and put a gag on him. Positioning him was very difficult. Awake,

he was 215 pounds of muscle. Asleep, he was 215 pounds of dead

weight. It was a struggle to get him on his knees and hold him

there.

 

This was not a good scene for the video camera, but we figured we

could get some good still pictures of him. "Slave Owen, slave

Gary's cock is so small," I said, "Can you make it bigger".

 

Gary started to stoke it with his hand. "Oh ,no. You'll never

make him big that way. Suck him off"! With as "zonked" as Gary

was Owen was in no danger of getting a mouthful of come. He did,

however, induce a passable erection.

 

 

 

 

 

We immediately went into action. "Owen," I said (in the

excitement, I forgot his title), "grab his head and put your

penis in his mouth.

 

 Cameras clicked. The next pose was of Gary

facing the camera full on with his hand on his member in a

jerking off motion. To hold him in position, Chantel stood behind

him actually supporting him with her legs and holding his head up

by the hair.

 

Chantel had finished getting into her outfit by this time. It

consisted of a black leather bra, panties similar to Gary's, and

fishnet stockings She finished off the outfit with her most

incredibly high-heeled shoes.

 

Next, we had some shots of Beth spanking Gary, and finally, Owen

sucking Gary off. All in all, we shot an entire roll of 36

exposures.

 

We got Gary dressed again, and laid him down in a couch. When he

came to about an hour later, he found himself under a blanket

with only Chantel and I looking at him concerned.

 

"What happened?" he asked.

 

"I don't know," I responded, "I think you got a hold of some bad

wine. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea drinking so soon after

strenuous exercise". I sounded convincing enough. We even had the

sympathy to drive him home.

 

As we dropped him off, I suggested, "We're having a party next

Saturday night at 7. Would you like to come?".

 

He accepted.

 

-

 

 

 

                       Sorority Supremacy

                            Chapter 5

When Gary arrived at the party, he found the house populated with

a number of lovely women. There was Chantel, Beth, Mary (the

medical student who lent us the 'knock out' drops), Sandra (the

photographer who developed the film) and, of course, me. Owen was

fully dressed at this point, but was serving all the drinks and

refreshments.

 

After making the introductions, I offered Gary some wine. He

declined. "Swearing off the stuff, eh?" I chided. I pulled Gary

after me towards the center of the room. "Hey everybody," I

shouted, "Chantel's got something important she wants to share

with us."

 

"Gary, this is your life," said Chantel. Gary looked at her with

a puzzled look, but decided to go along with her. She pushed him

back into a posh chair in front of a movie screen. The women

swarmed in around him. Gary's ego soared, and so did something

else in his pants.

 

"Lights please," Chantel directed and Owen obliged. Gary's

erection deflated as soon as the first slide was projected. The

five of us females started laughing and catcalling as the

pictures went by one by one.

 

When the show was over, and the lights turned back on, a stunned

Gary mouthed a barely audible phrase, "Where? How did you? When?"

 

"That doesn't matter," I told him, "What does matter is we have

these," I said showing him the print versions of the slide show.

"Now I could show these all over the campus. They've already

gotten quite a reaction from some of the girls. I don't know what

the guys would think of them. Or, you can agree to this," I said,

handing him a contract similar to the one we made with Owen.

 

"Now read it out loud so we all can hear you," I demanded. He

turned white as he read the contract to the accompanying giggles

of the audience.

 

"Do you agree to it?" I asked.

 

A meek "yes" was all he could mutter.

 

"I should discipline you for your disrespect, or lack of memory.

I am Mistress Julia. These are Superior One Chantel, Superior one

Beth, Superior One Mary, and Superior One Sandra. Do you

understand?"

 

"Yes, Mistress Julia."

 

 

"That's better. Now let's close this contract. You will take off

your clothes, and seal it with your own sperm." He almost raised

an eyebrow in objection, but surrendered when he took one final

look at the pictures.

 

 

Soon he was totally naked in front of five females jerking off as

Chantel caught the action on her video camera. When he finally

ejactulated onto the document, the crowd appauded. "Welcome to

the Sorority of Superior Females, slave Gary. If you wish to

know, you may address other males in the sorority as 'Inferior

Ones'. That doesn't mean that they are inferior to you. It means

you recognize that they, and all other males are inferior to

females."

 

Chantel and I spent the rest of the evening having our male

slaves provide oral stimulation for our guests. When they finally

went home, it was our turn. I fell asleep with Gary's tongue in

my pussy as I listened to Chantel's moans of estacy intespersed

with Owen's "slurps."

 

 

 

 

 

 

                              -=o=-

 

After a week or two of discipline, Gary came to appreciate being

dominated by us women. Although he never thought of female

domination as a possible lifestyle, he now had an erection at the

mere suggestion of it. He admitted to us that as an undisciplined

male, he would try to 'score' every weekend, and when he couldn't

he would masturabate without much satisfaction. Now that we were

in control of his pleasure, he was much happier.

 

"I never thought I could be happy in a sexual realationship

unless I was in control," admitted Gary on one of the occasions

we permitted him to speak. "Now I can see that men can't be

trusted to their own baser instincts. Women should be in charge

of both the relationship and the sex."

 

"I agree," said Owen, "What you and the Superior Ones have taught

us is far better than anything I could have ever learned from a

book. Thinking about serving a woman, and actually serving her

are two different things. Given that there are whole magazines

dedicated to this topic means that there are probably a lot of

men out there who think like Inferior One Gary and I think."

 

That idea intrigued me. "Chantel, what do you think? Are there

other males out there that may be willing to serve us like these

two?"

 

"I can't see why not," she responded, "Let's place an ad in the

personals section in the 'Avant Guard' (an underground campus

newspaper) and see what it turns up. Let's see if there are other

mistresses out there who would like to share the male slaves with

us."

 

The ad turned up only one response. The phone rang the day after

the ad was printed and Chantel picked it up.

 

"Hello," said a timid male voice, "I am your humble slave Allan,

I beg permission to speak to Mistress J."

 

"Shut up, you little boy. You may talk to me only when I give you

permission. You are not worthy to speak with Mistress J herself.

Call me Superior One." She motioned me to the extension.

 

"You are free to speak only to answer my questions," Chatel

advised, "Now, what is your full name, little boy.."

 

"My full name is Allan Thomson, Superior One."

 

"How old are you."

 

"I am 20 years old, Superior One."

 

"How long have you wanted to serve women?"

 

"Since I can remember, Superior One."

 

"Have you ever actually served a woman?"

 

"Yes, Superior One."

 

"Who was she and when was this?"

 

"I have served several women, Superior One. The first was my

cousin Angela. We were both six years old when we started. At

first she was bigger than me, and could physically dominate me,

but even after we grew up..."

 

"Shut up," commanded Chantel, "when I want details, I will let

you know. Are there any others?"

 

"Yes, Superior One, I have had two other mistresses."

 

"You are permitted to tell me about them."

 

"Mistress Katherine was a friend of my cousin, and she was my

high school mistress. Mistress Alice is my current mistress."

 

"You have a mistress now! Does she know you are talking with us?"

 

Female laughter broke into the conversation, "Hi Chantel, this is

Alice. I like the way wy are putting Allan through his paces. If

you must know, I have him totally naked tied to a chair and am

holding the phone receiver to his ear. I caught your ad in the

paper, and I thought it would be fun to share him. Being a

dominatrix is a lot of work when you have to break a boy like

Allan. Maybe you and your friends can help me train him."

 

Chantel and I filled Alice in on the details of the group, and

invited her and her slave to join the group at its next meeting.

 

                              -=o=-

 

With six women and three men in our sorority, it was possible to

plan activities.

 

 

Saturday was pedicure day in the sorority. We ran it almost like

a beauty shop, setting appointment times and assigning roles to

the slaves. As the sister sat in the chair, one naked male slave

massaged her shoulders and back, while another fetched her drinks

and magazines. The third slave lay at her feet and placed her

feet on his penis.

 

 

The foot slave humped the soles of her feet while massaging them

until he came. Taking take the warm ejactulate and rubbing it

into her skin until it was thoroughly worked in, he assured the

silkiness of her skin. Next, he would lick her feet entirely

clean, following it with a wash using perfumed water. Finally he

gently buffed any calouses with an emory board, smoothed her

nails and polished them.

 

It took us weeks to teach the boys how to do a perfect pedicure,

but each sister agreed that it was worth it.

 

Each of the sisters also had a bi-weekly appointment to get her hair

done. This procedure required at least two boys.

 

One boy to kneel in front of her and ate her out as she sat in

the chair, and another to stroke her hair around his cock until

he came. Then the boys switched places and continued the service.

That's the nice thing about working with boys in their late teens

and early twenties; they are good for multiple comes. We'd have

each boy make three trips to the sister's lap and three trips to

her hair.

 

 

 

By the last ejaculation, there was ususally enough come to work

into her hair and scalp. With the sperm massage, shampoo, blow

dry and colmbing, the whole prcedure took over two hours.

However, after absorbing so many of those high protien nutients

from the boys' come, each of us had the shiniest, softest hair on

campus. When other girls, envious of how great our hair looked

would ask us, we'd simply reply, "Oh, it's just a special hair

dressing whipped up by my private hair stylist."

 

                              -=o=-

 

It was a trememdous four years at college for me. The group

gradually grew as we took on new sisters and new boys even though

we lost memebers as people graduated. However, no one, not one

sister, not one boy left just because they felt like it.

 

I have moved on now, but I have never moved far from a support

group that espouses the domination of women over men. I still

keep in touch with some of my sorority sisters from time to time,

and Chantel and I get together annually for a week of total

abandonment provided by her slave husband.

 

 

  

  

  

 

 

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