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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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