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Sorority House Neighbors
By
c.c.
I should have been happy--no, make that ecstatic!
Wealthy enough to retire in my late 20s, married to my lovely and sexy
young wife Jayne, and we just bought a house with a luxurious swimming
pool in the bohemian off-campus neighborhood... which I soon discovered was
right next door to a Sorority House!
I was even more intrigued when I found it was the Lesba-Delta House: the
University's openly gay sorority! Visions of kinky couplings next door
danced in my head as Jayne and I took up residence and made friends with
our new "neighbors" who proved to be friendly and hospitable--to Jayne!
For my part, I could always sense a bit of reserve--even
hostility--whenever we visited the sorority girls or had them over for
cookouts, cards or whatever, so I gradually cut back on socializing with
them.
But not Jayne! It seemed like she was over there constantly, or inviting
them over here, and though the sight of all these young ladies lounging
by our pool was stimulating to say the least, I was getting uncomfortable
with their interest in Jayne... and hers in them!
"I don't know," I complained to her one evening as she was preparing to
visit next door for cards and drinks, "It just seems sometimes like I'm
competing with them--for you!"
"Awww, Sweetie," She stroked my cheek softly and cupped my chin. I don't
really like her to do that because it emphasizes her height and my short
stature, but it felt good to get this attention from her after all the
time she was spending next door. "It's not that. It's just... well they see
your masculinity as kind of a threat. And as for competing with them,--
well, there's a thought!"
"What do you mean?"
"The girls think you're too masculine, and you're worried that I might
start preferring their -uh- attentions. But if you started looking more
feminine, that would address both problems!"
"How do you mean?" With my slight build and soft features, no one had
ever thought of me as overly manly.
"Well, we could start by getting rid of your body hair. You don't have
much anyway. And we could grow your hair out and style it just a bit.....
maybe a little figure training and some softer clothes......."
A MONTH LATER
It all seemed to happen so fast, yet too slowly, too gradually for me to
notice how far things had gone... the hairstyling, diet, figure training
and all... until it was too late to stop!
"Jayne," I whined, "Do you have to spend so much time over at the Lesba-
Delta house? And do they have to spend so much time over here?"
"Why Darling!" She looked at me, smiling, almost laughing, as she took in
my figure... and my outfit! "After you went to so much effort to make
yourself agreeable to them?"
"That's just it," I looked down shyly at my smooth skin and smallish (but
firm and well-shaped!) breasts, my legs made sexier by the 2"heels I
wore. "I had no idea those pills and treatments would make me so... so...."
"So attractive?" She teased, "I think those girls next door would just
about eat you up--if it weren't for that thing between your legs!"
I shifted uncomfortably, aware of the tiny metal cock-cage between my
legs... completely covered by a triangular wig glued over my crotch,
effectively disquising it as a woman's inviting love nest. And totally
exposed because except for that I was only wearing heels and makeup!
"I have to say," Jayne went on, "It makes them feel so much more at ease
with you wearing that," she smilingly toyed with the tiny key to my cock-
lock, hanging on a chain nestled between her delectable breasts. "You
know how uncomfortable they are around manly things!"
"I'll say they're at ease!" I whined, "They keep sunbathing out there in
the nude--teasing me!"
"Oh don't be silly," she soothed, "You know they're not interested.... in
you! That's why I told you not to wear anything else: so you won't make
them feel embarrassed. Are you remembering to be obliging and
considerate to your guests?"
"I try," I said, "But sometimes I think they take advantage! Especially
Nadia."
Jayne seemed interested at my mention of the tall, dark-haired commanding
beauty with the captivating green eyes. "How so, Sweetie?"
"The way she always sends me to fetch things, and has me serve drinks...
like I was a maid or something!"
"I'm sure she's not dong it intentionally... and you do look the part you
know, in that frilly little apron you wear working in the kitchen."
"But she-she got me a maid's cap to wear with it!" I blushed again,
thinking of the saucy white lace confection... and how "darling" all the
girls said it was!
"I'm sure she was just joking Dear... but tell me: What does Paula think of
it?"
"Paula--Ugh!" I grimaced at the mere thought of the bulky, oversized butch
dyke, always showing off her muscular build in shorts and T-shirts. "I
hate the way she pushes me around!"
"Really?" Jayne raised an eyebrow. "She seems quite fond of you!"
"I just wish she'd keep her hands to herself," I shivered involuntarily.
"It's like being fondled by a guy!"
"I guess they are a little hard on you... sometimes," she admitted, "But
they're gay girls after all. And maybe tonight you can get back at them a
little bit."
"How's that?" For a moment I forgot my swishy appearance and shameful
lack of attire.
"Some of the girls are coming over tonight for cards--strip poker to be
exact! They play for keeps and there's no limit." She fingered the key
chain around her neck. "Who knows what you might get away with?"
TWO HOURS LATER
There were about a dozen women around the house, drinking my booze,
eating my expensive food and using my entertainment center, but most of
the attention was centered around the five of us at the card table: me,
Jayne, Nadia, Paula and a petite, bookish-looking grad student in Law
named Marsha.
"You all know how Strip Poker works," Nadia said in her commanding voice,
her long raven tresses framing a sensuous face with firm chin and
cheekbones, "But just to let you know, we play for keeps, and there's no
limit in this game."
"Fine with me," I tried to look confident. No easy trick for a feminized
man in apron, heels and a maid's cap. "But I don't have as much to bet as
the rest of you." I looked around at the smartly dressed women, but my
eyes kept getting drawn back to the delicate gold chain around Jayne's
neck with the key to my chastity device dangling from it.
"Don't worry, Sweet Cheeks," Paula shot me a wolfish grin and took a swig
from her beer can. "We'll work something out. After all, we wouldn't want
to take advantage of a cute little thing like you!" She laid a rough,
manly hand on my thigh and I squirmed and blushed.
"Okay," Jayne started dealing. "Ante up!"
I put in my hated maid's cap. Everyone else put in a shoe--except Jayne!
Smiling at me, she put the chain with my key on it into the pot!
It was like she was telling me this was my chance! I looked at my cards.
Two jacks and an ace!
The betting went around again and I put in my high heels. Both of them.
"Hmmm," Nadia smiled, "Our young lady's in a hurry to cool off! I'll just
meet those shoes with my blouse and raise you my bra!" Her eyes locked on
mine. "You in?"
I squirmed out of my apron and laid it on the table, hunching down at the
table and scooting up close to hide my nakedness--a losing cause since I
was sitting right next to Paula and her big hard-calloused hands.
""Aww look ladies, she's shy!" Paula leered at me. "Let's call and end
the suspense." She laid down her cards. "Worthless here."
"Two Jacks" Jayne showed her hand. "I dealt good to myself!"
"I'm not even going to show this mess" Bespectacled Marsha threw down
her cards and picked up her laptop to make some kind of notation.
"Two pair!" I crowed, "Kings and fives!" I looked around the table
triumphantly.
Then shivered as Nadia smiled cruelly at me.
"Those boys won't beat three mean queens!"
She gathered everything off the table, including all , my clothing and
Jayne's key! "My deal."
I sat there in a tizzy. Nadia had the key to my chastity device... and she
played for keeps! I knew I had to win it back--at any cost--but I was
naked!
"My deal," Marsha picked up the cards. "Ante up!" She smiled at me.
"Very funny!" I blushed all over. "How can I do that?"
"Well let's see," She pursed her lips thoughtfully. "How about putting up
the clothes in your closets?"
"Okay," I said quickly, "Deal me in."
"Oh no, Darling," Nadia put in, "Stakes go down before the cards do; go
get them!"
Her peremptory tone irked me, but before I could reply, hefty Paula said,
"That's right! C'mon Hon, I'll help you carry it al."
"And make sure she doesn't miss anything," Marsha added as Paula took me
by the elbow and practically lifted me from the chair!
10 MINUTES LATER
"I call," Marsha said.
I looked nervously from the cards in my hand to the neat pile of my
shoes, shirts, pants, jackets and coats--All my outerwear!--folded neatly
on the floor beside the card table as I laid down my pair of threes.
"That was close!" she smiled... and laid down three Fours!
And so it went. My cards were always promising enough to keep me betting,
but not good enough to win. And the stakes always included that precious
key!
I lost the clothes from my dresser drawers: socks, underwear, even
cufflinks! Then my Man Toys: the golf clubs, giant flat screen TV, my
smart phone.... I dealt myself a Full House and ventured my Wallet, with
all my credit cards and ID inside... only to lose out to a Royal Flush!
Another hand and Paula won my computer. Then Nadia took the titles to my
car and motorcycle.
Jayne dealt next. "Tell you what, Honey," she smiled, dangling the key
from her finger, "Let's just you and me play this hand."
"Wh-what for?" I blushed as I tried to cover my feminized nudity. "What
else can I bet?"
"Tell you what...." She twirled the key playfully as she reflected. "How
about the money: our money. The bank accounts, stock portfolios, and
other sources of income?"
"But there's no way I could sign over all that without a lot of red tape
and...."
"Yes you could!" Marsha put in, "With my legal training and the access
Paula has to your computer it would be a simple matter to remove your
name from all that and sign it over to Jayne here."
"And since we're married, you wouldn't really be losing it... would you?"
She winked teasingly.
Minutes later, Marsha had printed out the forms for me to sign. "I won't
notarize these unless you lose," she promised, "And Paula won't start
changing the accounts on your computer either."
Everyone looked on with interest as Jayne dealt. My cards looked good:
two pair, kings and threes. And If I could get another King or a Three.....
"I feel like raising you, Sweetie," Jayne said sweetly, How about if I
throw in your clothes and wallet?"
"Against what?" I asked warily.
"The house and contents," There seemed to be some secret message in her
eyes: She was giving me a chance to get back into male clothes! Unlock
myself and resume my true status in our relationship!
"You're on!" I said, "Marsha draw up the paperwork and I'll sign my
rights to this house and everything in it over to Jayne!"
FIFTEEN SECONDS LATER
I stared in disbelief at the Three of a Kind that had beaten my Two Pair
as the sorority girls howled with laughter and Marsha began notarizing
the documents.
"Okay," Nadia said, eying me coolly, "One more hand and then we call it a
night."
Paula reached over and flicked my left nipple with her hard, meaty hand.
"You in, Babe?"
"What can I bet?" I wracked my poor brain furiously. "I've lost my house,
my car, my clothes, ID, credit cards, computer...." It suddenly struck me.
"I-I've lost EVERYTHING!" In a panic, I hugged my nude feminine form
desperately.
"Yes," Nadia leered, "And since you can't get at it anymore, you've even
lost that man-thing between your legs." Her hand darted down between my
legs and squeezed firmly. Jayne laughed at this and played with the key
again, almost taunting me with it.
"But there's one thing you have left...." Nadia went on, "Your wife!"
"Jayne?" I looked at both women in confusion while grins widened all
around me. "How can I.... How could I...?"
"Simple," Marsha said, "I'll draw up dissolution papers. Since you don't
have any joint possessions now, it'll be a simple process."
"But--"I felt my voice rise an octave. "Those things have to be sworn to
in front of a judge, don't they?"
"I'm interning at the courthouse," She explained, "And it'll be easy to
slip the papers into a stack to be signed and filed." She began printing
up the forms... on what used to be MY printer!
"What do you say, Sweetie?" Jayne asked archly. I looked at her in
confusion. "It seems like the only way you'll ever stand a chance of
getting all your stuff back... or being a man again!"
"That's right," Nadia urged, "We're prepared to bet everything we've won
from you tonight--everything you own--against your signature on that piece
of paper!"
Jayne gave me a cold, level stare. "Well Dear? Are you willing to bet
your wife?"
THREE MINUTES LATER
"Okay, Sweetie," Jayne smiled, "Get out!"
The cards they dealt me were useless! I stared at my wife-now my ex-
wife!--in disbelief. "But-but I can't go anywhere like-like THIS!" Paula
pulled my chair from the table and tipped it forward. Ifell out an d
half-crouched, hugging my nude, feminine body in shame and fear.
"That's not my worry, Sweetie," She stood close to me, her firm, sexy
body, maddeningly desirable in a tight black dress (Oh! How I envied that
clothing!) as she spoke. "You were willing to bet me--your own wife!--
against a few material possessions. So now you're not my husband
anymore. You're not even a man, as far as anyone can tell. And you don't
live here--so get out!"
Paula grabbed my ear with the strong fingers of her right hand and
scooped her big left under my soft, round bottom, half-pushing, half-
carrying me to the front door as the giggling members of Lesba-Delta
opened it wide. Next thing I knew I was outside in the cool autumn night!
I wanted to scream and struggle, but I was too fearful of drawing
attention as she scooted me out to the sidewalk and all but dumped me
there.
"Oooo!" It was late, but this was the off-campus neighborhood on a Friday
night and here were people out... not far away! In a tizzy, I looked about
for someplace to hide and ducked between two parked cars. Then across
the street behind a bush.
Paula and three giggling sorority sisters strolled casually across and
stood nearby.
"Are you sure you want to hide there, Sweetie?" Paula teased, "Right here
in front of the Frat House?"
"Ohhhh!" I pressed myself deeper into the bush, trying to ignore the
sensuous swish of leaves across my stiff nipples and the sharp twigs
poking into my bare bottom. "Please!" I whispered, "Help me! I'll pay
you! I will!"
They all broke up laughing. "Pay us with what, Sweetie? Just what does a
naked little lady like you have to trade for any favors?"
"I'll do ANYTHING!" I sobbed, "Anything! Just please Pleeeese help me!"
THE NEXT SPRING
As they fussed around me I looked in the full-length mirror -at my big,
bouncy well-shaped breasts, the beautifully made-up face surrounded by
girlish curls, my shapely legs and the coy little triangular patch opf
trimmed dark hair between my smooth thighs--and I thought about the past
months I had spent as Paula's Personal Pledge.
I recalled the days and nights of serving the big, manly lez in every way
she could think of. Mincing around naked for her amusement during the day
and acting the bed-slut for her at night. Attending her in the shower and
sitting in on her workout sessions--inside a specially designed workout
bench that put my face right under her muscular butt! Or tied into her
special chair in the living room, again with my face looking up from the
seat. And I remembered pleasing the other girls:
Betty, who liked to see me struggling in bondage, swishing about in a
leather arm-binder, knee-hobbles and impossibly high heels as I scurried
to serve her...
Janet and Megan, two man-haters who delighted in pounding pain into my
butt with a variety of implements: canes, paddles, riding crops, and
implement they made themselves out of corrugated hose, patterned picture
frame sections, and even the thorny switches from a rose bush--then making
me sit bare-assed on a prickly coco mat...
Laura and Tiffany, the bisexual twins who loved teasing and frustrating
me, kissing me intimately, tormenting me with the nearness of their
shapely bodies, and wishing aloud that there was a real man handy with a
hard cock to satisfy them, dosing me with Viagra, Cialis and even more
exotic aphrodisiacs to keep me desperate with need...
And Phyllis, the Psych Major, who simply enjoyed messing with my mind:
playing subliminal tapes in my sleep that kept me shy and embarrassed by
my nudity (no matter how much time I spent bare-ass naked!) caused me to
move with exaggerated feminine mannerisms, and completely blocked the
idea of escape from my mind, no matter how awful things got.
Nadia had been spending more and more time with Jayne, but when she paid
a visit to the Lesba-Delta House, it was always to inflict some fresh
cruelty upon me. She seemed jealous of my former status as Jayne's
husband and lover and determined to make me appear ridiculous in her
eyes. I recalled with a shudder the weekend I spent outdoors in the dog
house, my arms and legs bound so I could only crawl, my mouth muzzled and
my neck collared as I played the puppy for her amusement. And the Costume
Party where I was forced to attend as a piggy, down on all fours again,
this time with a piggy-snout attached, an apple in my mouth... and a curly
tail screwed between my ass-cheeks!
There had been a few times in the past months when I had been allowed to
wear scraps of clothing: high heels, sheer stockings, a maid's cap and
frilly apron; but I had to pay for these "privileges" by getting my face
tattooed with permanent makeup, my lips enlarged, more shots to swell my
breasts and butt and my facial and body hair permanently removed by laser
treatments. And I'd had to legally change my name to Sweetie!
Jayne had willingly, even eagerly, paid for all this and more with her
wealth--which used to be MY wealth! And I slowly came to accept the fact
that I now literally owned Nothing.
But today all that would change.
Paula graduated last week (I blushed remembering the shameful "games" at
the party.) and landed a prestigious job in a city seventy miles away.
And I had been given the choice of going with her or staying here as
permanent Toy for the whole sorority--I quickly chose Paula!
And today was our wedding day.
The boys from Lambda Tau, the openly gay fraternity, had been invited to
oversee my beauty treatment, plying my body with lotions, setting my
hair, highlighting my already made-up face with bolder colors... and
dressing me! The feel of male hands all over my body would have disgusted
me once, but now I was so horny that any contact at all just thrilled me,
and I almost trembled with need as they put me into my Bridal Outfit.
White 3" heels, with little white silk roses across the vamp. White silk
thigh-high hose, trimmed in lace, with white-rose garters. A white-lace-
trimmed micro-miniskirt, so sheer as to be completely transparent, and
so short it covered only the top half of my round bouncy bottom. My arms
were doubled up behind me and encased in a white satin arm-binder,
covered by a white-lace bridal train that extended only down to the small
of my back. And a white lace choker collar forced me to hold my head up,
chin tilted uncomfortably.
As they rouged my nipples and put glitter in my pussy-hair, the erotic
contact made me buck my hips involuntarily. They laughed, "No air-
humping, you naughty girl!" then backed way so I could see myself in the
full-length mirror.
"Perfect! The sexiest little T-girl bride ever!"
That's when it hit me--THIS WAS MY OUTFIT! I was going to have to parade
out there looking like THIS! Butt showing. Pussy exposed, Hooters
flashing. A sexy little slave slut... In front of EVERYONE!
The psych-conditioning kicked in and I felt myself blush all over as my
knees went weak in a wave of total shame and embarrassment.
Hands pushed me out into the hallway, in front of a wide double door
where I found myself next to Jayne, standing there in a devastatingly
sexy white dress that seemed to ooze across her curves and drip from her
breasts. As I looked at her, I was reminded of our former intimacy: the
passionate nights in bed, the feel of her soft curves, full breasts and
wet pussy when she used to wrap her legs around me and I plunged my
rampant manhood into it....
She gave me a cruel smile.
"Well don't you look sexy!" she stroked my butt and playfully cupped my
bare breasts in her hands. "Won't you getg a bit chilly, gadding about
like that? Pooor thing!"
Before I could answer, the doors swung open and the music started: "Here
comes the Bride." As I hesitated, Jayne jabbed my bottom lightly with a
wicked hatpin. "Just remember, Sweetie: Keep smiling! Or I swear I'll
stick this someplace you really won't like!"
And the two of us started walking slowly up the aisle.
It was a double wedding. Nadia and Paula stood in front of the altar
attired in mannish tuxedos, and the priestess officiating wore a dark
suit with a clerical collar. As we walked slowly up to them, my bare
breasts swayed and bounced shamefully, as my butt swished behind me, and
I could feel the amused eyes of our guests on my nearly-nude body like a
physical touch.
Over the pounding of my heart, I heard Jayne and Nadia vow to love, honor
and cherish each other. Heard Paula vow to love, discipline and chastise
me.
"And do you," The Priestess turned to me. "Vow to love, please and obey?"
Out of the corner of my eye I saw the wicked hatpin between Jayne's
fingers.
"I do!" I squeaked with complete conviction.
Jayne and Nadia exchanged rings, and then the Priestess produced a small
black velvet cushion with a masculine ring lying on it and held it up to
my chin. Somehow knowing what was expected, I picked the ring up
carefully between my full red lips and turned to Paula. Smiling broadly,
she stuck her strong hand into my mouth--practically deep-throating me
with her fingers!--and put her ring finger into it.
"Guess I can't put a ring on YOUR finger," She looked meaningfully at my
armbinder. "But this will make an appropriate substitute!" She screwed an
earring into my left ear, tightening it till my eyes teared, then
attached a delicate chain around it... with a loop for her wrist!
"I now pronounce you Mistress and Slave!"
The room erupted in cheers as Jayne and Nadia kissed and Paula pulled me
tightly to her for a passionate, tongue-probing embrace.
After that it was all a dizzying blur: The four of us stood in a
receiving line, and while everyone hugged kissed and congratulated the
others, I was groped, pinched, prodded, teased and spanked!
Betty kept fondling my arm-binder, tightening the straps to pull my
shoulders back further and adjusting my collar to raise my chin higher.
She even moved my lacy garters down to my knees and pinned them together
so I could only take tiny mincing steps!
Janet and Megan, the two man-haters, produced a wide paddle covered in
white satin with lace trim, and a white silk riding crop, and they
encouraged everyone to take a swing at my unprotected rump. "Harder!
That's right. Now back up and take a real swing at it!"
Laura and Tiffany were even worse, caressing my bare flesh with silk
gloves, tweaking my stiff nipples and kissing me deeply... then, when I was
panting with need, passing me over to the boys from Lambda Tau!
But somehow worst of all was the way Jayne and Nadia looked at me, their
lips curled with smirks of sexy triumph as they laughed at the former man
they had literally robbed of EVERYTHING!
The next hour passed in a haze as everyone danced (Paula holding me
tightly to her and sweeping me about the floor) ate and drank (holding
champagne glasses and bits of food up to my red lips) and when they cut
the cake, Jayne put a slice on a plate and set it down on the floor!
"Eat it all now, Sweetie!" Paula laughed as I struggled to eat the cake
with my arms behind me and my neck collared, overbalancing and getting it
all over my boobs and wedding attire while everyone laughed.
"Can't have you looking such a mess," Nadia smiled wickedly, "Let's get
those dirty things off!" She stripped me nude in front of everyone; my
freed arms were too numb to move as Betty bound my fists into my armpits
with my stockings and secured my ankles to my upper thighs with the lacy
garters, so I could only move on knees and elbows.
The boys from Lambda Tau lifted me up onto the banquet table like a sexy
centerpiece, and everyone entered into the spirit, tying ribbons from the
gift boxes in my hair, then to my shoulders so I had to arch my head wa-
a-ay back, then putting elaborate corsages in my open mouth and sticking
a bridal bouquet deep between my bottom cheeks... and making me parade up
and down the table!
Finally though Paula said, "Well we'd better head out. It's a long drive
to our new home!"
The boys from Lambda Tau removed the flowers from my mouth (but not my
butt!) picked me up and carried me out to Paula's new pick-up truck, a
heavy-duty one with a cap on the back. "But-but I can't ride like this!"
I squeaked, "Someone could look in a window and see me!"
"Don't worry, Sweetie," Paula opened the back to reveal a dog cage. "No
one can see in where YOU'll be riding!"
As they pushed me gently in that awful cage and locked the bars, I felt
tears well up in my soft, demure eyes.
"Cheer up, Sweetie," Paula grinned, "You'll LOVE our new house. It has
two bathrooms for you to clean, locking closets so I can control your
wardrobe, and a workout room in the basement with all sorts of clever
toys."
As I crouched there, naked and feminine, staring out of the cage, I could
see Jayne and Nadia, kissing each other passionately, their hands roaming
over each other's immaculately-attired curves. Just before Paula closed
the tailgate, Jayne broke off, smiled sweetly and blew me a kiss!
"And best of all," she added, "It's right next door to a sorority house!"
thEnd!
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