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My Initiation to the Sorority Auxiliary:

Saturday

Applause and beams of approval greeted me, but it was directed at all three winners. I joined Chris and Zach in the center of the room, we three still in our pretty panties. The women sat on various armchairs and sofas scattered through the large room.

Dorothea, eyebrow arched, gestured, turning her palm up, then in an arc that left her fingertips pointing to the floor. To me, it indicated that more than a bow was required. I dropped to one knee, holding my hands in front, fingertips touching. Not quite praying, but close. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Chris and Zach, who started to bow, followed my example.

The applause increased, then died off.

Dorothea rose and formally addressed us. “The annual Theta Delta Kappa Auxiliary initiation ceremony is hereby called to order. I extend my personal congratulations to you three successful submissives and I know the other ladies concur, as you heard in their applause.

“You are about to embark on a personal and sexual adventure few men are privileged to attain. You will find us very demanding and strict, and the rewards of your service will be pleasure beyond any dream or fantasy you can imagine.

“The principal benefit to you is sexual. You will be expected to be in the house, rampant and ready to provide sexual services to any of the members, visiting alumna, and guests. You are not to ask for or seek sexual gratification for yourself, though this will occur from time to time, just as it did for you to celebrate your victories.

“Another potential benefit is lifelong. You may choose to remain in the auxiliary for life and nearly all members do. Furthermore, many alumna and members select auxiliary males as consorts, companions, even spouses.

“Professionally, you’ll have a ready-made multi-disciplinary network of females and males to help you advance. Your studies are important to us as well as to you, so work with the schedulers to plan your time in service here and your study or family time.

“For the rest of this weekend, you will remain here receiving training. If you need further scheduling help or to arrange to get study material, speak with Elena, the head scheduler, prior to your interview.”

Elena, a short woman with a round face accentuated by her black helmet haircut, stood briefly, then sat.

“Let’s hear about the victories,” Dorothea resumed. “Number 8, you were the first. How did you vanquish your rival?”

Chris stood and said, “I have to say I didn’t so much win as not lose. It took us both a minute to figure out what was up, but when we did, my opponent got pretty angry and refused. So I won by default. I was glad, ‘cause I didn’t want to do that either, but I would have. I was determined to win. I want to serve you lovely ladies.”

A polite round of applause rewarded this assertion.

“Yes, the quitter said he was sure we’d make the boys ‘suck dick,’ as he called it, just to humiliate them. I wonder where he could have gotten that idea?” put in Kari. “I was the judge and saw the revulsion both boy’s faces and the relief Number 8 felt when the other boy dropped out.” Chris knelt again, setting an example we others followed.

“Number 3?” asked Dorothea.

“I must admit, I had a real contest and even moment of desperation. I thought I was going to lose,” confessed Zach. “My opponent and I figured it out pretty quick and gave each other wide-eyed, despairing looks. I touched his thigh and he flinched. I told him we had to do it or drop out, so, we tugged down our own panties and started fondling each other very lightly as we watched Doris and Samantha making out. Then the other guy, number 12, moved to between my legs and started....you know.”

“Say what he did,” commanded Dorothea with an edge to her voice.

“He....s...sucked me. I realized I had to do it to him or I couldn’t get at him and I’d lose, so I got on the floor and... I did it, too.”

“You did what to his what? I’m getting tired of these euphemisms and prevarications.”

“I sucked his penis, mistress. He got a head start and I was so sensitive from last night that it actually felt good. I worked on him as hard and as fast as I could. Suddenly, he started thrashing about and the judge warned him about pulling away. Doris and Samantha teased him a lot and he squirted right into me. I pulled away, right on the edge of cumming.”

“I wasn’t sure whether you cheated or not,” said Dorothea. “As judge, it wasn’t clear-cut who’d won. But Number 3 showed a mouth full of cum, while number 12’s mouth was dry. Last, Number 10?”

“I think I was partly lucky and partly shrewd. My adversary was mesmerized by Veronica and Marci on the bed (not that I wasn’t) and didn’t get it. I figured it out right away that my disgust didn’t count and had to be put aside. I decided to start with his cock in my mouth, so I knelt between his legs and reached for his cock.”

“It was hilarious! He tried to shoo Number 10 away and called him a ‘faggot!’” interrupted Sofia, provoking general laughter.

At a gesture from Dorothea, I resumed. “Well, he was all hard in my mouth before he finally figured out he had to do the same or lose, so I lay on the floor and we 69nd much to the amusement of Veronica and Marci. He started twitching like Zach’s guy, I guess, and finally flooded my mouth. The ladies told me not to swallow and then, to my surprise, wanted to share his goo. That was hot.”

Laughter and applause for all three of us filled the air once again.

Dorothea rsesumed, “Well, you are all good supplicants. By now, you’ll realize that male orgasm control is very important to us here at Theta Delta Kappa. The first test was all about control, and the second and third included control. Obviously, the second test was about pain tolerance, for we dominas love to see our males in pain. But what do you think the final test was about? Raise your hand when you think you know the answer.” Dorothea and all the others looked at us expectantly.

We three raised our hands at the same time. Dorothea glanced at Veronica with a speculative look. Most of the other women appeared surprised. Veronica drew three slips of paper and pens from a drawer in a table to one side of her couch. She handed us each a slip and a pen. “Write your number and your guess. The best answer is one word.”

We three quickly wrote our answers and returned our folded sheets to her, with the pens. “Obey, submission, obedience,” she read. These answers were greeted with some gasps of surprise and renewed clapping. “Three very good answers,” said Veronica. “Submission precedes obedience, but that’s still a very good answer. Most supplicants focus on their own experience and give answers like ‘humiliation’ or ‘embarrassment.’” Some form of the word “obedience” is the best answer. You three will do well to remember that this society, this ???????a, is female-centric.”

At that moment, the doorbell rang. One of the ladies strode to the door, returning a few moments later to announce, “The police.” Gales of laughter from the women greeted this announcement. “This is going to be fun!” “I can’t wait.” were some of the comments.

I stood there in my panties! Embarrassing! Then Amanda brought us three robes, which we all hastily donned. Two women came to each of us and took our arms, stroking our faces and kissing our cheeks.

A few moments later, in strode a middle-aged man in a suit, followed by one of the unsuccessful candidates, who barely glanced at us, taking in the beauties paying attention to us, thereafter keeping his eyes on the policeman.

“I’m Detective 2nd Grade O’Haggarty of the city police. This man here claims the women here stripped and sexually humiliated him, then beat him until he threatened to call us. What do you ladies have to say for yourselves?” He leered around the room, clearly enjoying the display of feminine charm.

“I’m Dorothea Kalos, the president of this chapter of the sorority. Anything that was done here was between consenting adults.” Dorothea, in her heels, drew herself up to her full imperious height. Without turning, she reached behind her. Right on cue, Veronica handed her a piece of paper. Dorothea, not deigning to read the document, offered it to the officer. “Here is this young boy’s signed release. This was an incident of hazing that was done safely and with several controls in place. All sexual or spanking activity ceased the moment this person objected and he was free to go. Which he did, of his own volition.”

The cop read the document, then thrust it at the hapless former supplicant. “Is this your signature?”

“Yes, but...”

Eyeing the complaining witness, the cop said sarcastically, “Let me see if I get this straight. These girls were half naked, you were getting handjobs and spankings from them and you left?”

“Well, uh, yeah, it hurt.”

“You’re a damn fool! I ought to run you in for betraying the male sex.” He turned his attention to Dorothea. “No crime here, miss. Sorry for the inconvenience.” His eye roved over the women once again, ignoring us. “I don’t suppose there’s any chance I...”

“Sorry, Detective. Not a chance.”

With a wry smile, the detective said good-bye and departed, giving the luckless complainant a shove in the shoulder, setting him stumbling toward the door. “Get outta here, you stupid twit. Quit wasting my time.”

We all held in our laughter until the door closed, then grins, laughs, high fives, imitations, I told you sos, happens every years and the like spread through the room. A few people wiped their eyes. The girls pampering us kissed us again and told us they’d planned to make that show for any boy who returned complaining. Several minutes later, as the laughter finally subsided, Dorothea restored order, though from time to time someone would give a subdued laugh.

Dorothea introduced Susan, who took the floor, her deep cleavage ensuring the attention of us males.

“At Theta Delta Kappa, we keep accurate records. Each of you will have an account and some access to your data. For example, you will, from time to time, log your experiences and your feelings about your servitude here. Your Service Record is available to you and to female members, but not to any of the other servants.

“An important part of your record is a wide-ranging interview, the next step in your initiation. If you have special scheduling considerations, speak to Elena and make arrangements.”

Dorothea announced, “This meeting of the annual Theta Delta Kappa Auxiliary Initiation is adjourned .”

We all arranged with Elena to go to our dorms with two ladies after lunch to retrieve laptops and books. Study time would be provided on Sunday.

Elena directed us to Kari, the Auxiliary Training Supervisor, who paired each of us with two women for our interview. I was assigned to Doris and Marci.

We three went to an upstairs room. I arranged three chairs in the cramped space so the women faced me as I sat on a cold, uncomfortable, folding chair.

The first part of the interview was pretty standard: Full name, birthdate, phone, email and other electronic addresses, whom to contact in emergency. Then special skills from work and volunteer experience. They noted my work in the kitchen at the ranch the previous summer as well as my sewing skills. What were my probable studies in school?

The interview grew more interesting. “Stand up and come over here, boy,” commanded. Doris. When I stood in front of her, she measured my chest, but not at the widest part, across my nipples, but just beneath. “38, almost 39 inches,” she reported to Marci. She measured my waist, my hips, my inseam, even the circumference of my thigh, asked my shoe size.

She tugged my panties partway down my thighs. Producing a tape measure from her bag, Doris measured my flaccid cock. “2 1/4 inches, belly to tip, 5” circumference in front of the ballsack. Now pump yourself up, boy,” she commanded. Now used to masturbating in front of women, I obeyed eagerly. Both ladies watched with interest as I fondled my tip and squeezed my shaft, starting it up. Soon, full strokes brought me to my complete length and girth. Doris measured again. “7” belly to tip and 6 3/4 circumference at the ballsack. Rather thick, don’t you think, Marci?” Doris gently stroked me.

“Yes, I do. It should fill us quite pleasurably when it and its operator are fully trained. I was there at his victory, and it felt nice in my hand and good in my mouth. Veronica told me she got a big, delicious load from it.”

“Good, I hope the other new penises are just as serviceable.”

It felt very good to have Doris stimulate me, and in some strange way I was doubly turned on by the impersonal way they talked about me and my cock.My hips thrust in time to her rhythm and precum moistened my cockhead.

Doris looked up at me and said seductively, “Do your balls ache now that you’re erect again?”

“Yes, Mistress, they do, but not nearly so much as they did during the eliminations. Actually, it feels kinda good. I’m more aware of my balls than usual, and they sorta tingle.”

“Would you like me to suck your cock?” Again, the seductive voice.

“Oh, yes, Mistress, I would, yes!”

To my shock, she slapped my stiffie several times. “Hey, ow!” I cried, flinching.

“Hold still, boy,” commanded Doris sharply.

Helplessly, I obeyed as she slapped my cock about from side to side. I looked to Marci for sympathy, but found her gazing on with a smirk. It didn’t hurt a lot, like the spanking or caning, but the direct pain made my cock droop. My blue balls, however, tingled more than before.

Doris stopped slapping me. “Pump yourself back up, boy; I have no use for a limp dick.”

Sighing, I resumed playing with myself.

“Go back to your seat and keep masturbating while we take your sexual history. Be truthful; there are no consequences for any answer except lies.” Doris didn’t seem angry, but she sure wasn’t willing to hear much from me.

Hampered by the panties still banding my thighs, I shuffled the few steps to my seat. Perched upon it once again, I pounded my meat as instructed, but without as much pleasure as before. Doris’s punishment of my cock had frightened me. The Sisters were capable of anything, evidently.

Unfortunately, I had little sexual history to impart. A combination of acne, braces and nerdiness kept me from the social cliques of my high school. Shamefacedly, I told of my only date in high school. “M..my cousin consented to let me escort her to the Junior Prom. She told everyone her parents and mine made her do it. That wasn’t true. She agreed to it when I asked her, but made me trade doing a lot of her math homework. I don’t mean tutoring, but cheating. She never even danced with me, but went off with the team’s first baseman.”

“Well,” put in Marci, “she did well to extract a price from you, but we don’t approve of academic cheating here. We want all of us, Sisters and Auxiliary alike, to genuinely achieve their best. She did well to humiliate you, but she didn’t need to lie to do that. She could simply have said she was being paid by your services and left it at that, not mentioned the parents. Don’t you agree, Doris?”

“Yes, she showed some good instincts to exact a price and to give little in return, but the dishonesty, as always, is unnecessary. It did you good to be publicly humiliated by a woman, number 10, even though you don’t realize it yet.”

I sure didn’t realize it. The whole episode was embarrassing and all the teasing I got afterwards....I decided to say nothing further about it.

I told them about my one date since I’d come to school that went nowhere, then Marci began a different line of questioning.

“Number 10, you erected swiftly and strongly when I gave you a pair of panties this morning. Have you worn panties before?”

“No, Mistress.”

“Have you ever wanted to? Or sneaked into a girls undies drawer or pulled panties from hampers?”

“No, I’ve read about stuff like that, but I’ve never done it.” I was still playing with myself and at this moment, precum spread over my tip.

“But the thought of panties turns you on, right? I see you just had precum.”

“Well, panties are pretty and sexy when they’re on a girl.”

“Say ‘woman,’ ‘lady,’ or some other adult word. But these panties are on you and wearing them or talking about them makes you excited.”

“Yes, I have to agree it does, Mistress. Now that I’m thinking about it, I have thought many times, while looking at pictures of half-naked..women that their panties were much nicer looking and probably felt nicer than boys’ undies.”

“Do they? Feel nicer?”

I thought a minute. “You know, I think they do. Nylon is more sensuous than most cotton.”

Marci nodded, exchanged looks with Doris, and my interview was over.

Lunch was much like breakfast, prepared according to directions already printed. Catered food was provided, so the entire meal, setting, serving, and clearing was accomplished by Chris, Zach, and me. THE women mostly ignored us during the general conversation.

Dorothea re-convened the meeting, then yielded the floor to Veronica.

Veronica stood in a dramatic pose, tossing her long, red tresses behind her with a shake of her head, shoulders pulled back, emphasizing her substantial bust, one thigh thrust forward, her tight dress outlining her where her garter clip snugged up her stocking. My cock, relatively relaxed during lunch, stirred at the sight.

“Boys, tell us all how you felt when Marci told you to put on panties this morning.”

“Embarrassed.” “Humiliated.” “Mortified.” “Dissed.”

“Good,” she said. “I know one of you, number 10, strongly erected when the panties covered the cock. It even rose up and the tip peered over the waist band like a periscope. Marci liked seeing that, didn’t she, number 10?”

Embarrassed anew, I mumbled, “Yes, she sure did.”

“What? We all need to hear.”

“Marci liked seeing me erect in the panties.”

“That’s better. I see you’re erecting again as we embarrass you more. Adjust yourself so your little helmet peeks over the top of the fence. That’s good, you obedient boy. Take a look, everybody. 10, hands behind your back and make it twitch for us. You other boys, take a look also.”

There I stood, in front of all the women, my cockhead twitching about for all to see. Chris and Zach, commanded to look, dared not take their eyes away. The women all smiled knowingly. I dropped my gaze to the floor, but Veronica commanded me to look up and to look everyone in the eye. I showed my humiliation to the other two males and to all the women. The only bright spot, if you can call it that, was MarciMarci. When I looked at her, she mouthed, “You’re mine!” with a thumb pointing at herself and a wink. Finally, Veronica moved on with the meeting.

“Boys, what I’m about to say is important for you to accept, though true understanding will come later in your servitude. In our current society, males prerogatives give them a tendency to arrogance and a sense of erotic entitlement. Macho behavior, inordinate pride in supporting a penis, and needless parading possessions or showing off athletic accomplishments are common, boring male behaviors that derive from these prerogratives.

“We will have none of that here. In this female dominant society, we require only two aspects of feminization, which we regard as compensatory humiliation of males by enforcing aspects of culturally feminine ways. First, you will be required to wear panties at all times, including when you sleep alone. From now on, you’ll only be out of your panties to change, to shower, or, if commanded, as part of your sexual services. Some members believe in much more radical femininzation, and those of us who do will use you at will to indulge our proclivities.”

All three of us exchanged wide-eyed glances at this news. How are they going to enforce the panty rule? I wondered.

Veronica was not done. “The second aspect of feminization we require is your name. Each of you will receive a feminine name. I’m glad, because I don’t like referring to slaves or anyone else by a number. What suggestions do you have, Sisters?”

A general discussion ensued, but rather quickly came to two results. I was mortified by the idea, but quickly received the name ‘Jenny.’

Angela said, spelling out the name, “K..r..i..s..t..i..n..a is the most femme form of Chris, I think. Shall we use that name?”

Everyone agreed. Zach, however, presented a problem.

A Sister I hadn’t met yet, with long. lustrous black hair, evidently used her phone to advantage. “The name means ‘He remembers God.’”

Angela said with a frown, “Well, we could name her Thea, but that would name a slave for a god, and that doesn’t sit right.

That didn’t sit right with anyone and the notion that I was a slave didn’t sit right with me, but, come to think of it, what had I agreed to?

We all sat there, thinking. Angela had an idea. “If we can’t go with the meaning, and there’s no femme form of the name as there usually is, we can either be arbitrary or go with the sound.”

“Hey, not bad, Ang,” said Kari. “How about Zoe? It’s Greek, so close to the Biblical heritage of Zacharias and it means ‘life.’”

Once that was settled, we were formally renamed. We were told that we were to use our Auxiliary, femme names with ourselves, Sisters, alumna, and guests. Sisters would so address us in public. We three just shook our heads. In for a penny, in for a very heavy pound, I thought. What next? When does the wild sex ever come into this, I wondered.

What was next sure wasn’t wild sex. Veronica yielded to Elena, who matched each of us with two escorts to go to our dorm rooms. Samantha and another Freshwoman went with Kristina, the other two Freshwomen went with Zoe. I was with the slender, black-haired woman who’d found the definition of Zoe’s male name, who was called Penelope or Penny. Misti was my other escort. She sure was taking an interest in me. I started to dream that she wanted to have sex with me. We retrieved my street clothes and I donned them. I still sported the panties.

I wasn’t prepared for the flood of feelings I experienced on this outing. First, I walked the half mile to my dorm in the presence of two beautiful women in miniskirts and high heels. We talked about the towns where we lived and I learned that Penelope had left a boyfriend whom she’d spanked for the two years of their relationship. He was at a different school and Penelope expressed her confidence that he would not have sex with others, though he knew she’d indulge herself as she wished. I wondered again how she could possibly be certain of that. When I expressed my doubts, the girls exchanged mysterious, knowing glances that left me puzzled. Marci refused to be drawn out about her own male partners.

As we walked, students and others, including some obviously married men, glanced or even openly stared at us. Wow. Me, with two very hot women. Again, my cock got stiff in my panties.

Once in my room, the ladies found a way to take me down a peg. Told to strip to my panties, I endured their poking about my room. First, Penelope and Marci rummaged through my dresser, dumping my undies into a paper bag. They informed me I’d be subject to panty inspection on demand from any Sister, as well as room inspections. I was expected to begin collecting panties immediately upon my return from the weekend. They gave me a printed card with local and online places to purchase panties. They found my stash of pornography and ruthlessly threw most of it in the bag with my undies. Only my recent prints from the internet remained. Room inspections would cover my porn as well.

I was shamefaced, but couldn’t help the erection that annoyingly kept peeking over the waistband. Not too soon for me, I was commanded to dress again and we returned to the Sorority house.

Penelope showed me where to store my male clothes in a cubby in the room under the wide, main staircase. It was assigned to me and had my name on it. She also selected a different pair of panties for me to wear. My new pair were high-cut, with a very luxurious feel to the light tan, opaque main panty. white lace decorated the two translucent leg panels. They felt marvelous, and I erected strongly as I slipped them up my thighs under Penelope’s sardonic eye. I understood I was to keep these two pair gift panties, but was expected to have several more pair by the end of the week.

Kristina was already in the living room, so I sat next to him while we waited for Zoe. “They took all my underwear,” Kristina complained to me.

“Me, too,” I replied. “At least they gave me this pretty new pair.”

Kristina just shook his head and stood up, showing me pink briefs with row upon row of lace across his bottom. They concealed the worst of his bruises, but not those ln his thighs. I supposed I looked the same.

Zoe and his escorts arrived then, and soon he rejoined us on the couch, adjusting the butt-strap of his purple thong as he crossed the room. He sat next to me, muttering, “Fuckin’ thong.”

Some signal must have alerted the sisters, for they came in from outside or down the stairs, now dressed in more casual attire, but still enticing. Shorts and halters prevailed, but a few, including the impressive Susan, wore tiny bikinis. They’d been in the pool.

Dorothea reconvened the meeting, soon yielding the floor to Daniela.

“Servants, you will now begin your formal training in how to serve the Sisters of Theta Delta Kappa. I am your training supervisor, but the trainers may be any of the Sisters and, in some cases, senior servants. “

“I create your training schedule with Elena and monitor your progress. A record of your training and the skills you are qualified and privileged to perform, are part of your permanent Web record and thus available to all members and paid-up alumna. However, you are required to know the services you are able to perform and to inform any member who asks.

“Your duties fall into two categories, domestic and sexual. Your training in both areas begins today, with some time for academic studies tomorrow.

“From time to time, if you are slow to learn your lessons, you may be physically chastised, but never so severely as you were tested last night. Such light chastisements are meant only to put you in your place, and to keep the atmosphere for some of the more boring tasks slightly interesting for your female trainers.

“For real transgressions such as disobedience, lying, prevaricating, setting up servants or staff, breaking rules such as panty wearing and a few others that will be explained, we don’t physically punish. Instead we banish. A recalcitrant servant is punished by the withholding of all sexual privileges for whatever time deemed sufficient. Guess, what, laddies? We aren’t lenient!

“You’ve already begun your first major training in the domestic area, food service. You’ll now accompany Kari to the kitchen for the rest of your training.”

I won’t bore you with that training. We learned where everything was in the kitchen and prepared a difficult Greek meal under the supervision of Kari, who had genuine Mediterranean heritage. We also served, dressed again only in our panties.

The food was delicious and we were allowed to partake.

After dinner, Dorothea re-convened the meeting and Daniela outlined the next part of our training.

“Well, servants, you are at last ready to begin the first training in the Sexual Service series. Some aspects of this training will be very pleasurable for you and others...perhaps...not so much fun, depending on your nature. For your first lesson, your teacher will be Dorothea.”

Dorothea adjourned the meeting, reminding the members they must return after dinner tomorrow for the final ceremony.

Dorothea, carrying a small valise, led us back to the room under the stairs. Under her direction, we moved the mattresses to one side and retrieved an armchair for her. We were given cloth-covered kneeling pads of foam.

Dorothea sat in the chair and lectured us. We were trained to kneel on the pads with our hands behind our backs, eyes to the floor. “This class is about worship. You will demonstrate in many ways your acceptance of the Sisters’ superiority. In this class, you will be taught several standard positions we expect you to assume at any time on voice command. Don’t worry, these are not ordinarily employed in public. You are now in the Waiting position. When a Sister selects you and points to the floor, assume this position, whether there is a pad for you or not. You may, if you become uncomfortable, ask, at an appropriate time, for permission to use a support, which may or may not be granted. In this position you will answer questions truthfully, receive instructions, or wait silently for your female controller to give you commands. You are not to question commands, but may, with permission to speak, ask for clarification is something is unclear to you. This applies to all interactions between you and any member, alumna, or guest. During your time here, you may be fortunate enough to develop a special relationship with one or more of the Sisters and she may give you other instructions.”

We next learned the Worship position. We bent our faces to the ground and grasped our knees, thereby thrusting our buttocks up. We were further told to spread our legs. This position was very uncomfortable and disconcerting to all of us. Dorothea informed us we would not be required to maintain it long, as it could injure us.

We learned other positions: Bottoms Up: standing, bent at the waist, holding our ankles or calves. Dorothea produced a paddle from her valise and used it on us as she taught us this position. Ready: on all fours, head up, knees spread. Head Down, the same as Ready, but we were allowed to cradle our heads on the floor with our arms. Our thighs were to be straight, pushing our bums up for punishment, our shoulders dropped down so that our noses touched the floor. Open: on our backs, mouth open, legs slightly spread, knees flat, arms behind our heads. Standing: Hands behind back, eyes to the floor. Punishment: Standing with legs spread, head down as far as possible, holding thighs. Used for quick spankings in the midst of an activity.

We were taught to curtsy: putting our right foot forward, the left back and to dip low, head down, arms out to the side, palms facing the female, for balance. Curtsies were to be performed when entering and leaving a room if occupied by a Sister or upon receiving commands that could not be carried out instantly.

We learned to bow our head when passing a Sister in the house or in the hallways at school.

Dorothea then tested us, calling out the different positions and timing us in moving from one to another, swatting us liberally for slow performance, but we soon were able to go from any portion to another in less than a second. We were all out of breath by the time we were done.

The last position she put is in was Waiting and we knelt, panting, while Dorothea sat in her chair, regarding us rather cynically. “Pull your panties to half-mast, that is halfway down your thighs and stroke yourselves to full erections. Normally, we expect males in the house to be fully aroused, but service and training may be exceptions.”

It had been several hours since I’d been hard and it felt good to inflate. My balls didn’t ache nearly as much as before, just a slight tingle. I was soon erect, gazing at Dorothea’s inapproachable beauty.

After we all were aroused, she crossed her leg and wriggled her foot. One by one, she gestured to us to come up and worship her shoe and foot.

Zach went first and received several verbal instructions, to which I paid strict attention. Thus, as I was called second, I had a pretty good idea what to do. I licked the sole (ugh), then sucked the spike heel as far as I could. When Dorothea wriggled her foot again, I began kissing and licking her toe. At her command, I removed her shoe and massaged her instep, ankle, and toes, finally kissing and gently sucking each toe through her nylon. I was commanded to stroke myself throughout this service. I did not find this worship exciting, but I felt it was important to do as it demonstrated my submission to the imperious beauty. I never dreamed I could be her sexual equal.

We three finally satisfied Dorothea with our demonstration of the positions and foot worship. She told us she’d mark our training records accordingly.

The mysterious signal evidently alerted the residents, for about then, many, again clad in short skirts or revealing dresses, crowded into the room, taking stances along the walls. A few of them held gym bags similar to Dorothea’s. All the women were bright-eyed and smiling. Something was up.

Still masturbating in the Waiting position, facing the regal Dorothea on her makeshift throne, I became aware of suppressed giggles and the rustling of fabric behind me. A leather mask dropped over my face. It left my ears, nose, and mouth free. Hands fastened it, not tightly, below my chin. I couldn’t see.

“Head Down,” commanded Dorothea. I dropped into position and Thwack! A paddle struck. Other slapping sounds informed me that Kristina and Zoe fared the same. By the rustling of feet and the swish of the paddles I felt the ladies were parading in a circle, taking turns smacking us. They called out to each other as different ones landed particularly strong blows. Occasionally, Dorothea, who evidently retained her royal seat, commanded one or another of us to keep stroking, to keep it up. My gasps and cries joined my fellow trainees as the pain increased on our already bruised and sensitive cheeks.

Soon, canes replaced the paddles and the thee of us howled shamelessly as our hemispheres burned and stung. I couldn’t really tell if it hurt more, but I felt it deeper and that was very unpleasant.

At last the caning stopped. After two nights, I felt I was getting used to it; my cock remained pretty stiff throughout the session.

Again I heard rustling and the clink of metal, an ominous sound. The ladies’ high pitched voices, suppressing their excitement, could be heard muttering, “That’s good” or “Tighter, I want us both to feel it.” I had no idea what was next and awaited my fate with resignation mingled with anticipation and fear.

“Keep on playing with yourselves like good servants,” said Dorothea. “Today is your big day, new ones. I know a caning on top of yesterday’s is painful, so some of my assistants are going to give you a relieving salve.” She kept lecturing as two hands massaged my warm buns, covering me with a soothing, cool, slippery fluid I couldn’t identify. After liberally covering my buns, the hands paid particular attention to my crack and my balls, leaving me to play with my cock. I thanked the ladies for the relief.

Dorothea’s lecture was very encouraging. “I know you boys are virgins and long to know what it’s like to be fucked. Here at Theta Delta Kappa, we feel it’s wrong to make you newly devoted servants wait too long to find out. Would you like to lose your virginity tonight, boys?”

“Yes, oh, yes, Mistress,” I cried out joyously, a tremendous hope filling me, causing a faster stroke and precum. Kristina and Zoe raised their voices as well.

“The beg, servants, beg. Beg to be fucked.”

“Please, Mistress, please take my virtue. Take my useless virginity. Fuck me, fuck me as much as you like. If you don’t deign to take inexperienced me, I beg you to allow one of your sisters to use me that way. Please, Mistress, please. I long to be fucked by one of the beautiful, demanding sisters so I can learn to serve better. Please, mistress, please.” I rose up from the Head Down Ready position to Waiting, with my hands clasped in supplication as I begged. I heard Kristina and Zoe begging just as hard and loud, but I couldn’t make out their words.

“Very well,” intoned the indifferent sounding Dorothea. “Sisters, take them as they so convincingly begged.”

My joy turned to surprise, then shock. A rough hand pushed me forward and down, and a rough voice snarled in my ear. “Head Down, you!” I fell into position and felt something hard and long invade my asshole! It hurt! I never felt anything like that! Whatever it was kept going in deeper and deeper, slowly filling me up.

“Ow! Hey! What are you doing?”

“I’m fucking you as you asked. Don’t you like it? I thought all boys want to lose their virginity.”

“Not like this! Ow!” I squirmed uncontrollably and actually tried to get away. Suddenly I was gripped by arms around my chest and a woman molded herself to my back. I felt a large pair of breasts pressed against me, but derived no pleasure from it, so great was my feeling of invasion and fear. The woman rode me, thrusting the thing in and out of me again and again. Finally, she stopped and withdrew. I breathed a sigh of relief, only to feel it poke me again, opening me anew. I realized this was a different woman. She took me with short, fast strokes and soon I heard her panting over me. She withdrew and was quickly replaced by another, who remained upright, slapping my cheeks as she rode and penetrated me. I hardly minded the slapping because the thick prick like object probed me do deeply. This one was longer and thicker than the others and I suddenly understood the double meaning of ‘prick’ as never before. Each woman reminded me to keep my self hard, so I kept on obediently stroking, though overall, it was an unpleasant experience. A few other women took my asshole and then one bent over me and whispered, “Are you enjoying your first penetration, Jenny?”

“I have to say not very much, since I’m supposed to be honest, Mistress.”

“Would you like us to stop?”

I paused. This was probably a trap. “Only if you want to, Mistress. Your pleasure is what is important.” I hoped I got it right.

“Good answer, Jenny. I’ll tell you how to get us to stop. Cum. We’ll stop when you cum.”

With that, she raised up and fucked me as fast and hard, slapping my bum again and again, hard.

Desperately, I kept stroking, yet not truly enjoying myself. I gripped tighter worked myself faster, doing the opposite of what I’d done the night before. Now I concentrated on my cock to get it to cum, not to distract myself from the pain.

The Sister who told me I must cum to make it stop withdrew. Her place was taken by a very vocal and exuberant woman. She slid into me slowly at first (I’d long since given up resisting by tightening my sphincter.) and then built up the speed and pressure slowly. “Oh, I love butt-fucking a boy. I see my plastic cock going in and out, putting him in his place, as the button on the top rubs my clit each...time..I...ram...into...his... tight...ass!” Each word punctuated a thrust. Her joy was infectious. I wanted her to feel good fucking my ass. I thrust back to meet her, timing my stroking to her thrusts.

“Oh, Mistress, take me. Use me! I’m for your pleasure!” Seemingly by magic, my pain and distress turned to a desire to please and to pleasure for me.

The Mistress invading my hole gasped, close to her cum. “I’m getting ready!” she cried.

My hand stroked my shaft and my thumb twirled over my tip.

“OOOHH!” cried my Mistress as she came.

That did it for me! With a groan, I spurted my cum on the floor, gasping. It was nowhere near as strong as my cum in the morning, but it felt very, very good. So did the withdrawal of the final fake cock.

Still blindfolded, I heard the Sister’s voice in my ear. “Good boy, Jenny. Now lick up your cum from the mat.”

“Wha...?”

“Lick up your cum, little boy.”

I took a deep breath. Women swallowed it. How bad could it be? Truth to tell, I’d tasted it once, back when I first ejaculated. Blindfolded, I licked the floor, discovering that someone had placed a plastic sheet before me. I found a big wad and licked it up, all cold and slimy. My controller gave me a few directions and soon she told me, “Very good, Jenny, you cleaned up all your mess.” She clapped and giggled patronizingly.

Rapping the handle of a cane on the arm of her chair in lieu of a gavel, Dorothea called the assembly to order.

“Sisters, I hope you enjoyed yourselves.” Clapping, cheering, and happy comments greeted this invitation. When it quieted down, she resumed. “Waiting position.” I rose and put my hands behind my back. “Remove the masks.” Hands freed my head and I blinked repeatedly, blinded by the sudden light. Kristina and Zoe were no better off, each of us looking dejected and rueful. I wanted to do something, I knew not what, to soothe my aching asshole.

“What just occurred to you is one of the most important events in your training to be fitting servants to dominant females. Female domination would not exist if it were not in the context of a male dominant society. The need for a role reversal is evident.

“Sexual relations and sexual pleasure are some of the greatest joys of our common humanity. Yet, all too often, in fact universally to a greater or lesser degree, all women in a male-dominated society feel what you felt in the last 45 minutes...all...our...lives! Or at least until we rebel against the outrage of it. All too often, anticipation of a pleasurable deflowering turns to abuse, to a selfish seduction, to rape, to gang rape. All women experience the fear of rape which men never think about, unless educated by a woman or if they’re sent to prison. For the women victims of abuse, mistreatment, and rape, no consent is asked or given. We obtained your consent prior to your entry to this house.

“I’m sure being told you were to lose your virginity, which you three have longed for so poignantly for at least a third of your lives, was exciting and gratifying. I’m sure it felt like a betrayal to have your assholes forcibly invaded by one woman after another.

“The purpose of this brief demonstration was to give you a taste of what billions of women experience every day of their lives. Even such a dim understanding will help you to empathize with us, and with other women and to be better servants to us here.

“Furthermore, as women so often do, you were able to redefine pleasure to include what you could of your experience, or you couldn’t have ejaculated. Ejaculation during a mostly unpleasant act is good for a male in our society, as is the humiliation of licking up your own mess at the command of a woman.

“In your electronic record, you will be required to log about this incident. We will all read your entries and many of us will comment. You may be required to pursue this topic until your understanding and empathy are well developed.”

Dorothea’s speech sobered me and took my mind off my outrage, even off the raw, probed sensation in my hole. What she said made sense.

We took an opportunity to shower and otherwise refresh our selves. Soon, clad only in our panties, we returned to the living room. There, Daniela instructed us to log about our experiences of the past two days, paying particular attention to the anal penetration. With our new passwords, we three pecked away on our laptops, describing our success in the elimination heat and our feelings about being so brutally penetrated. I described how shocked and surprised I’d been and how unpleasant the sensations were, but also how I understood what Dorothea said.

When we were done, three Freshman girls had us review the positions we’d learned and offered us new feet to pamper and worship. The woman who put me through my paces was named Elaine. She was pretty strict, and wielded her paddle frequently. At one point, when I was head down, she spanked me pretty hard with her hand, then whispered in my ear, “You’re very unlucky, Jenny. I always dreamed of spanking a boy, but I never did until I got here. Now I indulge myself frequently and you’re my latest.”

“I’m happy to give you the pleasure, Miss Elaine.”

With that, she tugged my panties down to above my knees and scratched my red cheeks and upper thighs hard. The sharp sensation made me squirm, providing a confusing, but exciting, mixture of pleasure and pain. “Oh, Miss Elaine,” I gasped.

“Do you like that, Jenny?”

“Well, um...overall, yes, Miss Elaine, yes, I do.”

“Remember, this is about my pleasure, not yours.” With that, Elaine swatted me several times using a heavy wooden paddle. It stung a lot, and I grunted with each blow. She had me count and thank her for each strike.

“Thank you, Mistress Elaine. Eighteen. Thank you, Mistress Elaine. Nineteen. Thank you, Mistress Elaine. Twenty.”

There came a pause. “Stand.” I scrambled to the upright position, clasping my hands behind me, gazing at the floor.

“Put your panties on properly.”

I snugged the now familiar, skimpy garment over my warm cheeks and shriveled penis.

“Curtsy.”

I curtsied, swaying a bit.

“Punishment.”

I bent my head down and clasped my thighs.

“Start counting at one each time I punish you.” Wham! The paddle hit me.

I thanked Mistress Elaine six times before she next told me to curtsy. Evidently I didn’t get it right, for I earned six more punishment strokes. At the end of these, she said, “It’s very important for you to learn to curtsy. I want you to curtsy and hold your position for three seconds. You’ll practice your curtsy until you have done it perfectly three times in a row before we move on to a more pleasurable part of your training this evening. Now curtsy.”

I tried, truly I did. I put my hands farther out to the side for more balance, and that helped, but I still found myself in the punishment position eight times before I finally got it right three times in a row. My bum was very sore and felt hot to me.

“Good for you, Jenny!” Elaine tousled my hair and clapped her hands. “Girls, Jenny just curtsied 3 times in a row for a full three seconds each.” The girls supervising Kristina and Zoe interrupted their sessions and clapped as well. “Gooood servant, Jenny!” “I’m so proud of you.” Then Elaine had me demonstrate to them, so of course Kristina and Zoe had to demonstrate their curtsies. The clapping and over-the-top compliments combined to make the entire experience humiliating as well as rather comical.

Elaine made me go through each position one more time, then sat in one of the many easy chairs in the spacious living room. She had me kneel before her in the waiting position. I took in her clothing, which I’d been too busy to give much attention to before. She wore a light brown skirt with a wide, black belt sporting an oval bronze buckle with a floral design. Her blouse, with ruffles, was a lighter, tan color. Bronze earrings dangled from her ears. Her face was rather long and thin, with a straight nose. Her gaze was frank, not haughty like Dorothea’s.

She crossed her legs and modestly drew her skirt around her thighs, just above her knees. Her slim legs were perfectly proportioned, and a maroon heel dangled from her stocking-clad foot. She extended her hand. “Hold and worship my hand,” she said.

I scooted forward and placed my hand behind her palm. I kissed the back of her hand, then traced each finger with my tongue. I kissed each fingertip and, emboldened by her slight wriggling of the digits, sucked the first knuckle of each finger and the thumb. She held the other hand next to the first and I repeated the process.

“Good. Continue your foot worship and make yourself hard. I want to see you over the waistband of your panties.”

I adjusted my half-hard cock in my panties and massaged it with one hand while holding her heel with another. I licked the top of each foot. Honestly, I didn’t find this very arousing, so I kept thinking of how someday, I hoped, one of these ladies would truly take my virginity. That, and the pleasure of my hand on my cock, brought me right up.

“Are you erect yet, Jenny?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Stand.” She pointed to the floor right in front of her. I stood where she indicated, hands behind my back. “What a nice cock you have. I like to see the pink tip poking up. Does it like what it sees?”

“Oh, yes, Mistress, you’re very beautiful.”

“Oh? What part of my body do you feel is the most attractive?”

Uh oh. The question was probably a set up. The first answer that occurred to me - I’ve not seen enough to make a qualified judgment - probably wouldn’t fly. Her face was very pretty, but not what I first noticed. That was her legs. I remembered the rule to always be truthful and decided to risk it. “Everything about you is very beautiful, Mistress Elaine, but from what little I’ve seen, I admired your sleek legs the most.”

Elaine smiled. “Well, a fine answer, and probably honest. I think my legs are my best feature as well. In fact, I’m a leg and hand model. You earned yourself a peek.” Elaine drew the hem of her skirt up, revealing more of her thighs.

“Beautiful,” I whispered, taking in the arousing sight.

“I bet you like to masturbate, don’t you, Jenny?”

“Yes, Mistress, I do, very much.”

“How many times a day do you usually jerk off and cum?”

“Well, before Samantha told me about this Sorority, I played with myself three times a day, most days. Way more as I anticipated coming here and competing. I kept prolonging my time as training. It paid off, since I won.”

Elaine pulled down my panties again and took my cockhead in her thumb and forefinger, moving my cock up and down, looking at it from all sides.

“It’s a perfectly nice, serviceable cut cock. I prefer intact dickheads, but this one may do. When it’s properly trained and has some experience, I’ll probably fuck it.”

“I’m sure I’d like that, Mistress!”

“Just continue being so docile and obedient. Then when you’re well trained and have some real experience, I’ll take you to my room and use this nice cock. But in the meantime, Waiting.”

I knelt at her feet.

“Since you like to masturbate so much, begin.”

I stroked myself, concentrating on the head. “Thank you, Mistress, for allowing me this privilege.”

Elaine recrossed her legs, not tugging her hem down as she had other times. Her upper thigh showed the dark welt of her brown stockings. I stroked faster at the sight. She favored me with a smile when a bit of precum covered my head.

“Do you have blue balls yet?”

“No, Mistress, I was drained too recently during the....”

“Let’s call it anal training, shall we?”

“Yes, Mistress, I was drained during the anal training.”

“Well, I like my servants to have blue balls. It makes them so much more willing to please. I’m going to make sure you have a good case when you go to sleep tonight. You have a big day ahead of you on Sunday and you’ll need a big load of hot cum.” She recrossed her legs. This time, I saw above her stocking and even a bit of her garter strap.

“You like looking up my skirt, don’t you, Jenny?”

“Oh, yes, Mistress, very much. You’re legs are so beautiful and the stockings are very sexy.”

“I bet you wish that when I recross my legs like this,” she said as she slowly shifted one leg over the other, “that I’d slip up and let you see all the way up past my thighs to my panties. Am I right?”

“I have hoped that would happen, yes, Mistress.”

“You boys can’t help yourselves. You’re so predictable. Have I made a mistake? Do you even know whether I’m wearing panties or not?”

“No, Mistress, I haven’t been so lucky.”

“You see, I often don’t wear panties, especially when I’m wearing skirts or dresses. I like to feel the cool air on my shaved pussy and I’m always ready to enjoy a woman - or even a male. I’ll tell you a true story to help you develop blue balls. Early this summer, I took a date to a party at a house with a big lawn and a pool. I wore a skirt a bit shorter than this one, but not a true mini. For once I was barelegged and, as usual, without any panties.

“Well, at one time, I got to talking with a guy I always thought was handsome. A girlfriend told me he had a big cock. We soon sat together on the lawn and he stretched out. I got an idea. I sat on him, straddling him. No one was looking, so I reached under my skirt and took out his cock. I felt so wicked and naughty that I got instantly wet. In fact, I’m wet now just thinking about it. Does it make you enjoy fondling yourself more to know that my pussy is all damp and steaming?”

“Yes, Mistress, in fact it nearly makes me ready to cum.”

“Well, don’t do that, or you’ll be sent home and your training will be delayed.” Every time she paused her story, she slowly crossed her legs, giving me views up her thighs, but never all the way. Her taut garters tugged the stockings up in long, stretched points. I was even more aroused than I’d been with Dorothea the night before.

“No, Mistress, I won’t cum.” Instead, I stopped stroking for a few seconds. Elaine raised one eyebrow, tapping a finger on her thigh. I think she was timing me. When I started pumping again, she took up her story.

“Where was I? Oh, yes, straddling Tommy and taking his cock out of his pants. Well, he got hard instantly and he was truly big. I looked down and saw his tip making a bulge in my skirt. We both laughed at that. But anyway, there it was, pressing against my wet pussy. What else could I do but raise myself and slip it into me? It felt great, filling me up. You’re a guy. Do you think it felt good to him to have me take his thick, hard prick into my wet cunt?”

“Yes, Mistress Elaine, I’m sure it felt wonderful to him.”

“But you don’t really know what it’s like, do you? You’ve never put that little cock into a real girl’s damp slit and been fucked. You’re still a virgin. It’s too bad, because I’ve become quite horny from my story and watching you. If you were trained, I’d mount you and fuck you just like I fucked Tommy. Too bad. Be obedient, do your lessons well and one day, it will happen for you. But tonight, it’s blue balls and no cumming for you and a night of lesbian bliss for me and another Sister. I bet you’d like to watch that, wouldn’t you?”

“Oh, yes, Mistress, yes.”

“Again, someday, probably sooner than you’ll get to fuck me. But you won’t be able to cum then either. Anyway, back to my story. I’d just surprised the heck out of Tommy by fucking him under my skirt. There were plenty of people around, so I just continued talking with him about a band he was in like nothing was happening. I squirmed around like I wasn’t comfortable or something. That’s when my date came over to us. He asked if I wanted to change into my bikini and go for a dip in the pool. I really wanted to tell him Tommy was having a dip in me, but I didn’t want to rub his nose in it — too much. Here’s what I did. I have a trick I figured out that all the boys love. I can massage their cocks with my pussy lips. No hip pumping needed. I’ve done it with guys who bragged they could last a long time, but not when I put the Bite on ‘em. So that’s what I did to Tommy, right while my date was standing next to us. I asked Tommy if his band knew the Stones song ‘Satisfaction,’ and that’s when he gave this huge gasp and I felt his cum fill me. He tried to cover it up with a cough. He was embarrassed and twisted under me, hiding his naked dick.

“My date never caught on. He told me I was making it hard for Tommy to breathe, if you can believe that. I told him I was ready to change. I stood up and the skirt hid my sex and Tommy’s cum dripping out of me. We went to get our gym bags. I took him into a bedroom to change and lay on the bed with my skirt up. I told him to lick me. When he knelt between my legs, he said, ‘Wow, you’re really hot for me. I never saw such a wet girl.’ He licked up Tommy’s cum and then, after I came a few times, fucked me and deposited his load on top of Tommy’s. That was totally wild, and it shows how nice it can be for a girl who knows what she wants to not wear any panties.”

“Now, Jenny, did that story help you get a nice wad of cum worked up? Is it hard not to cum?”

“Your story was incredibly sexy, and yes, it’s not easy to stop from cumming, especially when you cross your legs.”

“Like this?”

“Yes, Mistress.” I gulped and had to slow down. “Like that indeed. Such beautiful legs and stockings.”

“How about your blue balls? Do they hurt yet?”

“Not yet, Mistress, but when I get close to cumming, the side of my face tingles.”

“Wow, that’s an interesting reaction. Make it happen and describe it for me.”

I stared at her legs and stroked a bit faster, also imagining how lucky the guy Tommy had been. It didn’t take long. “Mistress, the left side of my face and scalp tingles and my cock feels sooo good.” I waved my hand over the area. I sounded out of breath. “Now it’s moving to the right and the whole front of my scalp nearly itches.”

“Is this a pleasant sensation?”

“Oh, yes, Mistress, very much so.”

“Stand up, but keep playing with yourself.” I obeyed instantly, gasping with the effort not to cum. Elaine uncrossed her legs, letting her skirt remain above her stockings. “Lie over my lap and let your stiffie go between my legs. I want you to pretend to fuck me while I spank you, so bounce up and down, just don’t cum. That’s as close as you’ll get to fucking me - pretending.”

Without protest, I lay over her thighs, wriggling into place. I started humping her immediately, feeling the rasping nylon, then her smooth thighs against my hardness. This was fun and her spanking started out slowly and sensuously. Gradually, she struck me harder and harder, getting me to grunt with the pain.

“Oh, Mistress Elaine, you spank me very well. It hurts.”

“Good, I love spanking boys. Your cute buns look so much better all red.” She hit me hard and fast, while I kept humping her. My prick stayed stiff, and I squirmed closer to her body so that I slid more between her thighs than the nylon. The weave sometimes felt like fine sandpaper.

Elaine scratched my bum hard and told me to go back to the waiting position and to keep stimulating myself. She slid forward on her chair and tucked one knee under the other thigh. Her skirt was way high and I saw nearly all of her stupendous legs. Maddeningly, her legs were so tightly together that I still couldn’t see whether she wore panties or not. “See your disgusting precum on my leg? Close your eyes and lick it off, you naughty boy.”

Taking a deep breath, I scooted forward on my knees and leaned forward, being careful to obey her about keeping my eyes closed. I licked the small spot of my goo from her thigh, and that was very exciting but what really got me going was the odor emanating from between her legs. “Oh!” I gasped as my arousal peaked. Cum rose in my dick and I had to hastily let my penis go to prevent an orgasm. I lay back on my haunches, panting with the effort not to cum. I noticed Elaine tapped her finger while I waited.

“Oh, my leg almost made you lose control. I like that.”

“Legs and pussysmell,” I gasped.

“Right, you’re a virgin and never even licked a pussy. Oh, the smell of an aroused pussy is very exciting. I love to smell my girl partners just before I go down on them. A girl’s pussy smells and tastes so good. One day, you’ll find out about that. Pretty soon, too, because pussy licking is a skill we want in all our boy servants. Now get on with your masturbating and close your eyes and lick your precum from my other thigh.” She twisted the other way and again, I tasted the tang of my cum and the sweat of her thigh and sniffed in the pungent aroma of girl, ready for sex.

This time, the reaction, though strong, didn’t make me nearly lose control. I noticed a dull ache in my scrotum. “Mistress Elaine, I have the first symptoms of blue balls as you wish me to.”

“Oh, what a good boy you are.” She patted me on the head. “Keep on masturbating and make those blue balls swell up for me.”

She kept on with the legs, crossing and recrossing them, never letting me see all the way up. I already knew her garter belt was black and had gleaming metal adjusters. There were funny ribbons on the garters in front.

“Mistress, may I ask a question?”

“Yes, boy.”

“Why are there ribbons on your front garters and not on the back ones? What are they for?”

“Oh, you boys haven’t fully developed your fetishes yet. When a girl wears a garter belt and sits with a tight skirt, the clips make bumps that some people feel are unsightly. The ribbons are supposed to make the bumps less noticeable. I think they just make the garterbelt more sexy. Do you agree?”

“Yes, I do, Mistress, but what’s really sexy is your legs.”

“Flattery is very nice. It’s good to compliment your Superiors. I want to talk about something else now. When you masturbate privately, I bet you imagine yourself fucking a girl, right?”

“You’re right, Mistress, I want to do that more than anything in the world. I hope it happens soon!”

“Someday, if you’re a good boy. Now tell me, when you fantasize about a girl you’re fucking does she have big breasts like Susan, or smaller ones like mine?”

“I’m sure yours are very beautiful and I’d love to see them, but I confess I fantasize about large breasts.”

“Like most boys. I like big ones also, but I love the smaller breasts most girls have, too. I’m lucky. I’m sleeping with Susan tonight. I’m going to suck on her beautiful big titties and you’ll be lying in bed, all frustrated. You can only imagine what her breasts feel like. You probably haven’t felt too many bare breasts, have you?”

“No, Mistress Elaine. Sadly, I haven’t.”

“Have you ever felt a woman’s bare breast?”

I hung my head, abashed. “No, but Sofia rolled my stiffie on hers when she gave me my victory blowjob this morning. Uh, uh.” Again, I nearly came from that memory. I let go and breathed deeply, while Elaine tapped her finger again.

When I felt it was safe, I resumed pumping, making my face tingle and my balls ache. I looked around. Kristina and Zoe were masturbating like I was, each teased by another woman.

Mistress Elaine stretched out first one leg, then the other rotated them about. I stared. She told me her stockings were called reinforced heel and toe, without seams. “Seams are sexier, but more expensive and I reserve them for fully developed servants. These are sexy enough for beginners.”

“They look beautiful to me, Mistress Elaine. Especially with your fantasti