Tamed Cougar

Tamed Cougar - The Professor Gets Educated - Chapter 07

By Tappy McWidestance

The video from the SD card began to play on my monitor. The playback is a bit disjointed because of the way the camera records. When the motion detector is tripped, the camera begins to record for two minutes. There is a time stamp in the corner of the screen. I could tell I was restless when I first fell asleep. The camera frequently recorded me tossing and turning under the covers for about half an hour. I was then still for a couple of hours and then the fireworks happened. It started simple. The camera turned back on and I could see my blanket moving as my hand apparently began working its magic over my pussy. I was glad I'd paid a little extra for the surveillance camera that also recorded sound because I could hear my breathing began to get heavy and then I could hear myself begin to moan.

I wasn't surprised to watch myself reach for the vibrator or even that I had a noisy cum. I expected that. I did have two surprises. First was that my dreams were not contiguous. By that I mean after I came the first time, the camera clicked off for another hour before I masturbated again. All told I had four erotic sessions in the seven hours I was asleep. The second surprise was that at one point I was actually yelling out Penny's and Betty's names begging them to fuck me. It was like I was sleep walking except I was having sex. I didn't stay lying on my back either. I was very active twisting and contorting myself into different positions. I even begged to be fucked up the ass and I managed to DP myself with my dildo and vibrator. Since I had not left any lube on the nightstand I had fucked my pussy with the dildo to grease it up and then shoved it forcibly up my own butt. No wonder I was sore. I made a mental note to leave lube out tonight just in case.

I'd never read in any psyche journal about this kind of behavior. It was scary and exciting at the same time. And speaking of exciting, I'm sure you guessed by now that by the time the video ended with me stirring and getting up in the morning, my hand was once again on my clit. It was now two days until class started and I didn't know how I was going to face my first group of students.

All day Saturday I switched between my final class preparation, checking my email for a message from my mistress and masturbating. I was actually a little scared about repeating such a dream as I had last night so I figured if I'd cum enough during the day, I'd sleep the night through. Whether that was the reason or whether it was just coincidence, I didn't dream that night. I checked the camera again in the morning and I did toss and turn a bit, but nothing out of the ordinary. Maybe cumming all day wasn't such a bad idea I chuckled to myself.

Strictly for scientific purposes, I frequently masturbated on Sunday too. There had to be a valid educational reason and not that I was turning into a cum slut I kept telling myself. Monday finally dawned and after a shower and breakfast I got dressed and headed to class. It wasn't until I looked at myself in the faculty bathroom that I realized I had dressed exactly as I saw myself in my dream. Again my fantasies and reality were starting to blur.

I was shaking a bit when my students first filed in. I looked them over. I knew a couple from years past but mostly they were new faces. Any one of them could be Penny. I shook my head trying to clear that thought. As usual everyone sat toward the back of the lecture hall with a couple in the second row. Just as I was about to begin, a young girl, nineteen at most, sashayed in and sat down right in the center of the front row. She pulled out a notebook, opened it and crossed her legs. I quickly scanned the class roster. If her name was Penny I think I would have lost it.

Well there were no Penny's, no Betty's and as usual, no freshmen. I took a role call and the girl answered to Sheila. She was a sophomore. The girl did nothing like the girl in my dreams. She sat there attentively and only recrossed her legs once. I was a bit distracted, but only because I was wondering why I wasn't more distracted. Finally I accepted her sitting there was just a coincidence and my dream had not been a premonition of what was to come. After the class I sat down at my desk as the students filed out. My eyes were riveted to the girl. I kept expecting her to drop a note on my desk with some inappropriate command, but she didn't. I'd survived my first class.

My second class wasn't until the afternoon. I sailed through it. Nobody sat in the front row and my mind finally began to relax and get back to normal. That night I dreamed again, only this time I dreamed specifically of the girl from my first class. Penny no longer was my antagonist. Sheila was. Apart from the name change, not much changed as far as what I dreamed about. I ate Sheila’s pussy. She spanked me for it. She berated me. She abused my tits. She fucked my ass and she made me do everything in front of my class. I woke again drenched in sweat, but I was running late so I didn't have time to watch the video. I just had enough time to shower, make a cup on instant coffee and get to class on time. Of course I didn't dress nearly as professionally the second day. In fact, by comparison, I'm sure I looked like I'd had a wild night, which in a way I had.

Once again Sheila did nothing inappropriate except sit in the front row. Although she didn't know it, I was secretly lusting after her during the entire class. I don't think I made any strange lecture mistakes because of it. If I did, I didn't realize it like I did in my dreams. I guess that part of my dream wasn't coming true either. My fascination with this young girl continued although she never showed the least inkling to want to see me outside of class. Even when she came to my office after class to ask some questions, she was 100% on topic. My panties were soaked, but if she had any attraction to me she hid it well. I made a couple of probing comments to see if she was receptive, but they appeared to go over her head. Eventually I just gave up and helped counsel her about the class. I continued to dream about her, however, and wondered how in the world I was going to seduce her.

My dream life became sporadic. Some nights, if I was especially horny for example, I still dreamed of submitting to a group of girls. It wasn't always in my classroom, however. I dreamed of being attacked in the girls’ locker room by the volleyball team. Then I dreamed of being a faculty chaperone for the track team at an away meet and being forced to service them at the hotel. Other nights I slept straight through the night or at least if I dreamed I didn't remember it and didn't wake up wet.

After a couple of weeks I was getting desperate for female companionship and planned to head to Boston for the weekend. I had not had good luck at the local lesbian bars finding what I craved so I checked the airline and train schedules to see if either Susan from Amtrak or the gorgeous flight attendant I had lusted over were likely to be returning to town. The thought struck me that I was acting like a stalker, but I didn't care. There was no way for me to know which flight the attendant might be on, but the Amtrak return train where Susan should be was arriving late in the afternoon. I knew she had at least an inkling to be receptive to my advances so I figured maybe I would go to the station and see if I could find her. Then I got a call that changed the course of my life. It was from the Dean of Students. She wanted to see me about something one of my students had said.

My mouth hit the floor when I heard the words. Let me tell you, getting called to the Dean's office isn't any better for a teacher than it is for a student. I was requested to meet the Dean at 4pm. So much for meeting the 5:30 train in Boston. I fretted over the meeting all day. Which student could have possibly complained? I'm very careful not to show favoritism and besides, it was the beginning of the semester. I had not even graded any of their work.

At 3:50pm I arrived at the office. The Dean's door was closed and the admin assistant told me to take a seat. I sat nervously on the edge of the chair. A few minutes later the door opened and Sheila walked out. She glanced at me and kept walking. The Dean called me in. I took a deep breath, stood up and walked through the door to face the music. Sheila must have complained about my fumbled attempt to seduce her. I sat down in front of the Dean's desk. Our Dean of Students is in her fifties. She has gray hair and looks very stern. At least she looked stern to me. She has been on campus for over 30 years starting as a teacher and then rising through the ranks of the administration. She knows everything that happens on campus. I had a feeling I was done for. But I was wrong.

Although she looked stern, I guess I was just projecting what I was feeling because the Dean was actual warm and friendly. Apparently Sheila had not filed a complaint against me but instead had been talking about her sorority needing a new faculty advisor. The Dean thought I would be good in that role. Having never been in a sorority myself, I never considered advising one before, but the Dean explained the previous advisor, Miss Langston, had abruptly quit at the end of last semester and they wanted someone to be in place before pledging started next week. I had heard through the grapevine that Miss Langston had actually had an affair with one of her students. I thought it was just an ugly rumor, but the Dean confirmed that it was true and that Miss Langston had actually moved to Florida to be with the girl. The Dean didn't want to talk about it. Instead she steered the conversation back to the job she was offering me.

"The advisor role is pretty easy," the Dean explained. "You meet with the girls every couple of weeks and just keep an eye on them. You will need to be there more during pledging to make sure nobody is being hazed and during hell week (the last week of pledging) you'll have to be with them a lot. After that, things die down but you need to be there enough to make sure the college rules are being followed."

She also explained that the advisor gets a stipend. It wasn't much, but a little extra money would come in handy. I asked which sorority and she told me Sigma Epsilon Xi. Immediately I recognized that as Julie and Heather's sorority.

"Sheila from your class recommended you for the job. She said several of her sisters raved about you last year and that was why she took your class. She said you have been very helpful and accessible after class and she thinks you would make a great advisor. She's the vice-president of the sorority. That's a lot of responsibility for a sophomore," the Dean continued.

"I'm not sure about this," I opined.

"Look Tammy," the Dean said. "I'm in a bit of a bind. I totally forgot they were without an advisor and we need to get somebody in there quickly before pledging starts. I trust you. Some advisors never show up and let the girls get away with murder. I know you will not be like that. I know you care."

I can tell you this. My pussy cared. I also knew that just after I had made my clumsy attempt to seduce Sheila I was suddenly offered an advisor's role for her sorority. That meant working closely with the house leadership which I now find out includes Sheila. This couldn't be a coincidence.

"Can I count on you Tammy?"

I told the Dean she could. She gave me a wide smile and told me I had pleased her. I looked back at her someone confused. She'd just used a phrase my mistress used whenever I did something particularly submissive. Sheila certainly could know of my actions with Julie and Heather. Heck, I'm sure I had a reputation in their house and now I was suddenly chosen as their advisor? I was creamy with naughty thoughts of becoming the house play toy. Of course, that would also ruin my career. Miss Langston chose a student over her career. Would I be next?

The Dean gave me the phone number of the sorority president to and told me to arrange a meeting. I didn't even wait until I got back to my office. I was dialing her number from my cell as soon as I was in the hallway. Her name was Taylor. She picked up the call like she was expecting me. She seemed pleasant enough. I guess you have to be somewhat of a politician to be voted president of your house. I offered to come right over but she said she was busy and asked if I could come tomorrow around noon. Doing so would mean I'd have to hustle over between classes, but I agreed anyway. I suppose I could have asked her to come to my office, but the thought never occurred to me. She told me when she was available and I consented to her timetable. That night as I got ready for bed I wondered if I would dream about Sheila and her sorority. I did.

The next morning I crawled out of bed sexually exhausted like so many other recent mornings. I'd learned to set my alarm half an hour earlier so I'd have more time to make myself presentable. I also dressed in my suit and stockings. If I was going to meet with Taylor, I wanted to at least start out professional. Sheila was in her typical spot and I was my usual distracted self, although she did nothing but listen to my lecture and take notes.

After my first class I retreated to my office to wait until it was time to meet with Taylor. I'd like to tell you that I was focused on my class work or at least on what I could offer the sorority as an advisor, but I wasn't. I was focused on the growing need between my legs and my hope that Taylor intended to satisfy it. It seemed like my panties were always wet these days and now was no different. My office began to smell of arousal. I knew I had to get out of there. If any of my students stopped by I would be totally embarrassed. It was 11:30 and although I didn't want to seem too eager, I went to my meeting with Taylor early.

I arrived at the house and knocked on the door. I didn't know what the protocol was for just walking in so I figured I would wait until the door was opened for me. It took about a minute, although it seemed longer before a bubbly blonde opened the door. I introduced myself and said I had a meeting with Taylor. She told me to come in and "not stand of formalities," explaining I could just walk in next time. She told me she would find Taylor and that I should wait in the foyer.

The last time I was in that foyer I was collared and had just been used by six members of the house. I remember crawling to the door praying nobody else would see me. This time I had the opportunity to look around. On the wall were framed pictures of each year’s members. As I looked at the pictures I realized none of the members were bad looking. Most of the girls were stunning. Obviously looks was a prerequisite to membership. I looked to find Julie and Heather's pictures. They were as beautiful as I remembered and seeing them brought back a flood of memories of my initial submission.

Just then there was a loud knock at the door. I paused wondering if I should answer, but before I could move or anyone else arrived to greet the guest, the door opened and an amazing looking redhead walked in. She looked like a freshman, hardly over 18, built like an athlete and with the face of a model. I was rooted to the floor looking at her. She closed the door, set down her book bag and then in a loud and proud voice shouted.

"Humble pledge Sarah the Lioness requests permission to enter the Sigma Epsilon Xi sorority house!"

The girl then stood silently. I continued to look at her. I understood her nickname of "lioness." As soon as she said that I made the connection of her long hair flowing around her head framing her perfectly and looking like a lion's mane. The girl looked at me but didn't say a word or move from her position. Finally I head a shout from the other room. "You may enter."

Sarah relaxed and seemed to start breathing again. She picked up her book bag and then introduced herself. I told her I liked her nickname. She smiled and walked past me into the living room. I watched her incredibly firm backside as she walked away. I could tell she was strong. I wondered if she was into women. As I was daydreaming Taylor approached from the other hallway and tapped me on the shoulder breaking my trance.

"You must be Ms. McShae. I'm Taylor. Nice to meet you," she said extending her delicate hand.

I had looked at her picture on the wall but it did not do her justice. She was achingly beautiful. I say achingly because immediately upon seeing her, my pussy began to ache. I raised my hand to shake hers and I tried to speak coherently, but I'm sure I stammered and mumbled my greeting.

"Let's go into the chapter room and discuss your plans for us," she said.

I had to follow her through the house. We retraced the route I had crawled as we worked toward the back steps. Instead of going upstairs however, I was led to the basement where the party had happened. I eyes were focused on her ass swaying slowly side to side. I felt like a lamb being lead to slaughter. I fantasized about the basement really being a dungeon where I would be taken prisoner by this goddess and never released. Alas, the basement seemed normal. We passed a mechanicals room, a laundry room, a door that looked like a storeroom and finally ended up in a large finished room. There was an impressive looking bar with about 10 stools around it, a lights and sound system to rival a club, leather couches around the perimeter, a wood dance floor in the center and a long folding table currently setup with folding rows of folding chairs where apparently the sorority held their meetings.

I had a feeling Taylor would sit at the table relegating me to one of the folding chairs. This would have asserted her dominance over me from the beginning. But she didn't. Instead she directed me to one of the couches where we sat angling toward each other. This was definitely a more relaxed position than I expected. Taylor was very friendly and disarming. She was not at all the snooty uptight bitch I had been expecting. In fact, her conversation was far more respectful of me than I dreamed possible. She was, in fact, giving me the authority a member of the faculty should have in an advisory role. I was taken aback by her attitude. Especially since their last advisor had run off with a student I had been fully expecting her to be far less positive about having someone from the faculty monitoring their activities.

Taylor knew I didn't have a lot of time before I had to get back to my class so we tried to cover a wide range of topics very quickly. My mind was still drinking in her beauty, but I tried to remain focused on what I understood my advisor roll to entail. I asked about Sarah and how she had to yell and ask permission when entering the house. Taylor told me that was so all the sisters knew a pledge had arrived. She explained it had always been that way and the college never had a problem with it. I told her I knew pledges had to endure some less than pleasant activities, but I didn't think that one went over the line. Taylor winked and told me sometime they did go a little far, but it was all in good fun. I made it clear that I intended to enforce the policy against hazing and she told me not to worry. I told he I thought pledging didn’t start for another week. She said formally it didn’t but Sarah and a few other girls who were determined to get into the house had gotten a jump start. She had a twinkle in her eye leaving me to wonder just what Sarah was doing to earn her way into the sorority.

We talked for about half an hour. My arousal never diminished. Even though our conversation was in no way sexual, I couldn't help but be in awe of her beauty and continually thinking about dropping to my knees in front of her. I had lost track of time and it was Taylor who reminded me that I had to get back to my next class. She told me on Friday was the start of hell week for the pledges and that I should attend. I told her I would and then followed her back out to the front door. Again I was concentrating on her ass as we walked through the house. I could feel the moisture dripping down my thighs as I slid into the bucket seat in my car. I was going to have to do something about my pussy, but right then I had to teach another class.

Teaching did calm me down a little, but as soon as the bell rang I rushed to my office to masturbate. Fortunately I remembered to lock the door because several people, students I presume, did stop by and tried to open the door. I had to stifle my moans with my hand as I brought myself off twice before my lust was final sated. I snuck out of my office and down to the bathroom to wash up before holding "office hours" with an open door for the rest of the afternoon. That night my erotic dreams were in full force. As you might expect, Taylor took a staring role. There were several variations of dreams that week, but the most reoccurring theme was Taylor and Sheila tag teaming me. One would fuck me while I ate the other. Once I had made one cum, they would switch. Of course I came my fool head off both in my dreams and in my bed. I couldn't wait until Friday night. I was sure they would make me their own.

After classes were done on Friday I rushed home. I took a shower and did my make-up just like if I was going on a date. I wanted to look my best, my most alluring and my most available. I wasn't too concerned with looking professional or respectable. I figured the girls knew what I was and the sooner we got that out of the way the better. I didn't wear underwear. That was my first decision. I wanted Taylor to have easy access to my naughtiness. I also wanted to be sure my nipples would be prominently on display. The pledges and sisters may all have been more beautiful than I was, but I had knowledge and experience and I was keen to show it off.

I took a little time choosing a skirt. At first I pulled a tight black mini out of my closet. I knew I looked hot in it and I loved the way it restricted the movement of my legs, but it was a pain to unzip and it was so tight it was tough to get a hand under it. Plus I knew I'd be leaking fluids on the drive to the house so I decided on a looser skirt I could flip up in the car. If things went to plan, Taylor would also be flipping it up. For my blouse, I decided a tight plain white blouse was the best choice because it would show my nips the best. Any shirt would be easy to get off anyway. I finished with a pair of black fuck me leather pumps. Looking in my mirror I reminded myself of my hunting days in Boston only now I was the hunted and I was offering myself to this gathering of young girls. I continued to look at myself and was getting more and more excited. Looking at the clock I realized I still had an hour to wait before it would be time to go. Part of me wanted to masturbate and part of me wanted to hold on to that sexual energy until Taylor released it. 

I decided on the later course and fritted around the house until I couldn't take it anymore. I was going to be early, but I had to go. I went out to my car which was parked in my driveway. I opened the door and then looked around to see if anybody else was outside. I didn't see anybody so I lifted my skirt and carefully got behind the wheel. My lust was in overdrive and now that I was semi-exposed in public, I couldn't resist giving myself a quick fingering. It felt amazing. I was masturbating in my driveway and I didn't care that my neighbors might see me. My scent and moans began to fill the car. When I started I had promised myself I wouldn't cum, that I was saving that for Taylor and Sheila, but once I got going, there was no turning back.

I don't know how much noise could be heard outside the car, but that was the least of my worries. I'm sure anybody looking my way would have seen my head rocking back and forth. Maybe they thought I was listening to the radio. Probably not, but I was too far gone to care. I screamed when I came. If the windows were down somebody probably would have called the cops. As it was, my car seat was soaked and my hands smelled of pussy. Looking at my watch I now realized I might be late. I'd played with myself longer than I thought I would. I smiled at the thought of not washing up and meeting all the girls smelling like a scank. I especially liked the thought of shaking their hands and sharing my scent with them. I took several deep breathes and started the car.

The drive over was uneventful. There were lots of cars in the parking lot. Apparently all the members were there even the ones who lived off campus. Like I had been instructed, I just walked up to the front door and walked in. There was one pledge that arrived at the same time I did. She was dressed in exercise clothes. I attempted to hold the door for her and she thanked me but said she had to knock. I didn't quite understand so I walked into the foyer and let the door swing shut. Immediately there was a loud pounding on the door. Ten seconds later the girl walked in. Even though there were several sisters standing in the foyer, the girl yelled out her request to enter the house. Her nickname was "finger cuffs." I had no clue what that meant. The sisters made her wait standing perfectly still for about fifteen seconds before giving her permission to enter. She immediately ran upstairs. I could already tell this was going to be a night to remember.

I introduced myself to the girls. They seemed to know who I was. Obviously I was expected. I stood and chatted with them as six more pledges arrived. I asked how many there were in total and they said 12. They explained the sorority was very picky about membership. Each year the pledge class was limited to 12 plus 3 alternates who could gain admission if any of the pledges washed out during the probation period. I asked how often that happened and they said not often.

"We're pretty good at judging character so if you make the top 12 it is because we believe you have what it takes to be a member. We've been wrong a few times, but not regularly," I was told.

Sheila appears and spirited me away to the kitchen. She filled me in on the details of what was going to happen. I was surprised to see several boys dressed as waiters in the kitchen. When I asked her she laughed and said "You don't think we're all lezzies do you? We're the hottest girls on campus. The guys practically break down our door trying to nail us. And believe me, we take every advantage of them."

I watched as she ran her hand under the chin of a very handsome and well build guy who was holding a server tray. "Isn't that right, Brandon," she cooed.

"Yes, Miss Sheila," he replied.

She continued. "We pick our boys as selectively as we pick our members. Each one has, shall we say, certain attributes we find very appealing." Her eyes darted toward his crotch. I knew immediately what she was talking about. I also made a mental note to remember Brandon.

The night would start with the boys serving appetizers and then a sit down dinner the house had catered. Apparently they had not found a male cook which fit their membership requirements. After dinner would be a probationary membership ceremony with sisters only and no boys. The pledges would be probationary for the next week. If they passed, next Saturday would be the full membership ceremony. I told her it was strange to have boys so attentive to their needs and Sheila just laughed. She said finding guys willing to serve them was easy. They had plenty to choose from. All they had to do was wear some revealing clothes, bat their eyes and the guys would be drooling and falling all over themselves just for a promise of physical contact. She said the boys also enjoyed a reputation around town from being chosen. I had no idea. I'd never heard that. But then again I never hung out with the younger local crowd.

I had no doubt that a beautiful girl can wrap a guy around her finger with the promise of sex. What concerned me was Sheila never gave any indication that the sisters fooled around with each other. Maybe last years' graduates were the end of that tradition. If that was true I was going to be very disappointed. Although if what she hinted about choosing guys based on their willingness to serve and their cock size was true, perhaps one of their serving boys could serve me.

Taylor walked into the kitchen looking stunning as the day I met her. She commanded complete respect in the room. All of the serving males immediately snapped to attention and stood in a line as if they were in the Army. She walked down the line inspecting them as if she was an officer inspecting the troops. Of course an officer would never grab a soldier's package and squeeze his balls. She was smiling as she teased each boy in turn asking if they were ready to serve. I noticed on one boy she squeezed rather hard causing him to grimace. But of course he responded, "Yes miss" to her question. I looked at his crotch after she passed him. He was obviously sporting a nice erection since her attention. I could tell from the cut of his pants he was very well hung. I didn't know his name but I made another mental note to stick close to him. When she was done with the inspection, Taylor instructed the boys to do a good job and get out there. She had hungry girls who needed to be taken care of. I had to chuckle at how lucking this boys were to have two score plus eight beautiful women (if everyone showed up) ready to jump them. I wondered how many boys they had on call. I was just about to ask that question when Taylor took my hand. "I need to talk to you in private," she said before leading me back downstairs. The party room had been reconfigured with a stage with 13 chairs. There was also about 20 chairs setup in front of the stage.

"Tammy," she began. "Tonight and through hell week you may see some things you think are outside what the administration says we're allowed to do. I assure you it's not a big deal and the pledges all are here willingly and will do most anything to join. The new girls will be taking a pledge tonight and I'd like you to take one as our advisor too. I think you'll have fun if you just sit back and enjoy what's going to happen. Deal?"

I'd barely heard her. I had been mesmerized by her face and the sound of her voice. I nodded although I wasn't 100% sure what I was agreeing to.

"Good. Let's get upstairs and eat."

I followed Taylor's incredible ass back up the stairs. My mind was completely focused on sex (both male and female) and not on the reason I was supposed to be there, namely as an administration representative and student advisor. All I could think about was how I was going to get Taylor into bed.

The dinner was excellent and the service, well, it was spectacular. The waiters had removed their shirts. It was almost like having Chippendale's dancers serving us, although the boys were not as muscular. Still as I made a survey of all their crotches, I could tell they all shared one admirable trait. Even though I'd been off men since Julie first seduced me, I was thinking it was time to jump back into the real cock scene.

The dinner conversation was light. The pledges were all treated as equals, at least so far. Some of the sisters did make veiled comments about the servers, but I was surprised by the overall lack of sex conversation. I'd figured with this many nubile college girls in one place and 12 guys picked for their physical attributes serving them that sex would have been topic number one. After dinner the boys cleared the table while the girls made their way downstairs.

Taylor ordered the pledges to take seats on the stage and then asked me to do the same. I felt like I'd been accepted as one of them. Taylor explained the pledge process. Tonight they would take a vow to the sorority and then would spend time getting to know the sisters. The pledges were expected to spend all their free time for the next week at the house. There would be study time set aside, but most of their time outside classes would be spent serving the sorority to see if they were a good fit. In my mind code words like "serving the sorority" and "getting to know" the sisters meant spending time on their knees eating pussy. At least I hoped that's what Taylor meant. Taylor also explained each girl would be assigned a "big sister" or mentor to help guide her through the pledge process. The big sister would be in charge of her pledge although as President, Taylor could overrule any order deemed hazing or outside the rules. Pledges were also expected to follow the directions given by other sisters and definitely had to continue the calling in procedure when arriving at the house.

One by one in alphabetical order the pledges took the oath. First up was Alexis. She definitely didn't look like an 18 year old freshman. She was obviously an early bloomer who had grown into the body of a woman more mature than her years would indicate. Her hair was jet black. She didn't have big boobs, but she had a tight little behind. Her butt was what I was focused on as she stood at the front of the stage reciting the sorority pledge. "I Alexis, pledge fidelity to Sigma Epsilon Xi, its sisters and the ideals of sisterhood. I pledge not to reveal the secrets of my new sisters and uphold the finest moral character. I will follow the instructions of my superiors without question and will at all times act in the best interests of Sigma Epsilon Xi."

My mind was still focused on sex so I heard plenty of code words in the pledge. One by one as the 12 girls made their pledge to the sorority I continued to convince myself they were really pledging themselves to serving the other 36 girls and keeping it a secret from the outside world. To me, "big sister" mean mistress and following the directions of the sisters meant submissive sex. Finally it was my turn. I made my way to the front of the stage. As she had with the rest of the girls, Taylor introduced me.

"For those of you who have not met Ms McShae yet, she is out new faculty advisor.” I heard a few snickers in the crowd. The reaction drew a scowl from Taylor before she continued. “She comes highly recommend from some of our graduates and I'm sure she will be a great asset to the house. I want to be sure everyone gets to know her in the next few weeks."

"Thank you Taylor," I replied. "I'm happy to be here, but everyone, please call me Tammy."

I knew my juices were flowing and I wondered if any of the girls noticed.

"Ms McShae," Taylor continued ignoring my offer at informality, "as our faculty advisor we know you work for the administration and part of your job is to make sure we don't break the rules. However we do expect our house secrets outside of any possible disciplinary action will remain confidential."

Disciplinary action, hum, more code words my sex addled brain deciphered. Taylor then had me repeat a very similar pledge that the prospective new members made although I didn't pledge to follow orders. Of course I would gladly follow any order Taylor gave me, a fact I wanted to share with her when the time was right.

After I was done, the sisters gave a rousing round of applause to all the pledges. Taylor said it was now time to choose the big sisters. Each of the 12 seniors' names was put in a hat. In another hat each of the 12 juniors' names were placed. One by one the pledges chose their big sister from the senior hat. Again in alphabetical order, Alexis went first. She lucked out and got Taylor. She squealed with delight. I felt jealousy although I don't know why. One by one the pledges picked their mentor. Each would then give their new best friend a big hug and would depart the stage. Finally Taylor, Alexis, who was sitting by me since Taylor was still running the show, and I were the last ones on the stage.

"Miss McShae, since you are our house mentor, you will be working with me, Sheila and the rest of the house leadership."

That sounded good to me. I'd been lusting after Sheila and I knew Alexis would be around Taylor. Everything was falling into place, provided any of the girls had lesbian leanings. Now that the pledges were done, the sophomores took the stage. They were the girls whose big sisters graduated last year. As a result they were now paired up with a junior to be their roommate for the year. Although they were not called "big sisters" the juniors were still expected to mentor their younger charges.

When all the girls had been paired up, Taylor asked two other pledges, Maggie and Sarah to join Alexis on the stage. While they were leaving their big sisters, Taylor walked over to me and whispered in my ear.

"This is one of those things the administration wouldn't approve of, but trust me, the girls will be totally into it. Remember your pledge to keep our secrets confidential."

Immediately I pictured Taylor telling the girls to strip and do something embarrassing. Her next comment was embarrassing. I had that part right. But the task wasn't what I had pictured at all. Taylor held a third hat aloft.

"Girls, according to your membership applications, you three are still virgins."

What?!? I thought. There was no way Alexis with her body had made it out of high school pure. Looking at Maggie and Sarah I couldn't believe they were virgins either. Both looked experienced in the ways of love. Taylor continued.

"Did any pledge lie on their application about their sexual experiences? We will be checking your hymens so if you lie now, you will be dropped from the pledge program."

Taylor looked over the crowd. As she did a nervous hand went up. It was Jessica, the most innocent looking pledge by my estimation. If you had asked which girl was a virgin, she would have been at the top of my list.

"Thank you Jessica. Please join the others. You will receive 10 demerits for lying on your application. As punishment tomorrow you will clean the kitchen. As a warning to all the pledges... 25 demerits and you're out. You earn big demerits for lying, but forgetting to announce your arrival, not following orders and talking back to a member will also earn you points. Jessica, you're skating on thin ice right now."

I watched as Jessica nodded her eyes downcast. She knew she had made a mistake. I also caught that Taylor said the girls would be checked to see if they had lied about this most personal question. That was certainly a rules violation. I started to make a list in my head. Taylor continued.

"Girls, the house has a reputation for excellence in bed. It is one of the reasons we can keep studs like your waiters on call. Being a virgin doesn't fit that mold. The names of the boys are in this hat. I can personally attest to each and everyone's ability to pleasure a woman. You are going to choose a man to cure you of your virginity. Your big sister will supervise in her room. She will also give you some rudimentary pointers about pleasing a man. You will get more formal training in that later. For tonight, the boys have been instructed to make you a woman and not to expect much in return. Your big sister will make sure they are compensated later."

I watched as the girls each picked a boy out of the hat. They were then escorted upstairs by their big sisters. I was left alone on the stage. Fortunately Sheila and her new roommate, Cheryl, came to my rescue. My lust was peaking and I knew I'd have to have satisfaction soon. I was hoping Sheila would provide exactly that. Cheryl was another beauty and I could see myself servicing both of them, but our conversation was 95% non-sexual. Oh, it wasn't for my lack of effort. I tried through hints to steer the conversation that way, but except for a brief mention of the pledges being deflowered, the two were only interested in talking about classes and getting my take on who make the best teachers.

Maggie and Sarah were the first freshly fucked pledges to return. I got the impression they were not too satisfied. Jessica was third. She definitely looked upset. Perhaps I would get the opportunity to teach them properly. A few minutes later Alexis and Taylor returned. Alexis seemed to be happier than her other three pledges. I guess the boy she had been paired with was better. I'd had enough. Even though I had been waiting for one of the sorority girls to make the first move, I decided to hit on Taylor. I moved in on her and Alexis and asked how her first time was. It was an incredibly inappropriate question for a member of the faculty, but I needed them talking about sex before I could offer myself to their pleasure. Alexis told me it was OK, but not great. I told her that was normal for her first time and that she would get better. I told her she just needed to be with someone with more experience. I also mentioned Jessica looked upset. Alexis looked over at her with concern. She looked at Taylor who nodded and then walked over to comfort her. I turned back to Taylor.

"She was OK with him, just a little nervous,” Taylor told me. “I showed her how to suck cock a little and then he took her. She just needs more experience and to not be in a hurry. I'll help her get both," Taylor told me.

I decided I couldn't wait any longer and decided to just tell Taylor how I felt.

"Taylor, I'm sure you know about Julie, Heather and me from last year."

"I heard some rumors," she responded.

"I don't know what you heard, but it's probably true. Ever since I met you I've wanted to get in your pants. I'll do anything you say. Anything."

I left the last word hanging in the air. I'm sure the rumors were probably more like boasts of another teacher ensnared by Julie's web and how I was basically her slave, albeit for just a little while.

Taylor didn't respond right away. Instead she just looked at me. OK, she was staring right through me.

"As I told you earlier, not everyone here is into girls. There are a few who would jump at the offer you just made me."

My heart was sinking as she began to reject me.

"I'm not one of them, but perhaps you can help me with Alexis."

My ears perked up. If Alexis had not been satisfied by her stud, perhaps Taylor would give her to me to pleasure.

"Yes, I think you can help. Alexis," she said.

Alexis turned her head away from Jessica and looked over at us. Taylor waved her arm gesturing that it was time to return.

"Alexis, our advisor has offered to help guide you through the emotions you felt with Tony. Let's head up to my room."

My heart leapt as the thought of having these two goddesses alone was quickly becoming a reality. Taylor might not prefer girls, but once Alexis reported how good I was, I was betting she'd change her mind. I followed the pair upstairs, my excitement growing with each step. Once we were alone I was sure Taylor would offer me to Alexis. It turns out that wasn't quite her plan.

"Alexis," Taylor began clearly not addressing me in the least. "Miss McShae here has a problem. You also have a problem although yours is much easier to correct. Your problem is Tony didn't satisfy you tonight. The root cause is you don't know how to satisfy yourself yet so you couldn't direct him how to please you."

So far I liked where this was going. She was going to use me to show Alexis how to please herself. Goodie.

"Professor McShae has a different problem. She's sexually submissive and from what I've heard pretty much a nymphomaniac. In fact she was just begging me to use her as I saw fit."

That wasn't exactly what I said, but I was what I wanted. Still it seemed very bad the way she phrased it to the girl.

"I don't know if you've ever thought about being with a woman, but the good professor would gladly suck your pussy dry. In fact, she'd gladly do the same to anybody here if I'd let her. I don't want to put you on the spot. Losing your cherry is enough for tonight. But I want you to see what a woman looks like when she really has a good orgasm…"

Did I hear her right? Maybe she was more into girls that she led me to believe.

"Tammy I want you to show Alexis how wet your pussy is right now," Taylor told me.

I had not told her I was wet, just that I was willing to serve her. Of course I was wet with anticipation and had been most of the night.

"Alexis, watch Tammy closely and learn. This is what happens when your pussy rules you instead of you ruling your pussy. Tammy, lift your skirt."

There was never a doubt in my mind that I would obey her. I could be fired for what I was about to do but I didn't care. I looked down at the floor. I could look either girl in the eye and began to hike up my skirt.

"See Alexis. You never got that wet with Tony and nobody's even touched her. She's been lusting after me all night and that was enough to turn her on."

"What are you going to do with her, Taylor," Alexis asked. The two were talking as if I was wasn't in the room let alone standing in front of them holding me skirt up to expose myself.

"There are a few girls who would gladly take charge of a hot bitch like this. But for tonight, I'm going to have her masturbate for you so you can see what I good orgasm is like. I'm sure it will not take her long. Right Tammy?"

"Yes mam," I answered sheepishly.

I closed my eyes and began rubbing my clit. Taylor was right. I knew I would cum quickly. Too quickly to really be satisfied and so quickly I'd be extra humiliated by the fact that I so horny for these girls. Taylor kept up a running commentary explaining to Alexis what I was feeling and describing how the need for some people to submit can be overwhelming.

"It's kind of like the boys who served dinner. They're not true submissive like Tammy here, but they're willing to do what we say within reason to get their cocks sucked or to fuck us on occasion. Tammy here will do whatever someone tells her and come back for more. She'll suck your pussy and let you fuck her ass, won't you slut?"

I couldn't answer, I could only moan. Both girls knew exactly what that meant.

"Our advisor last year had the same issue. She was turned on by serving students. It really was a problem."

Hearing her describe Miss Langston that way was news to me. I had talked to her frequently although we were not friends. I never suspected we were sisters in submission. While Taylor may not have been ready to be my mistress, I'm sure Alexis would tell the other pledges about me and soon someone would claim me. The fueled my lust and drove me even higher. Although Taylor had not instructed me to ask for permission to cum, my training taught me it was the right thing to do. I also thought that may prompt Alexis to "tell stories" so I looked them both in the eye and with my most heartfelt expression I could imagine, I begged for permission to cum.

"See what a slut she is, Alexis," Taylor commented. "She gets off on having someone tell her to cum. Do you want to do the honors?"

I looked at Alexis waiting for the command.

"Can I make her wait?" she asked.

"You can, but I don't know how long she can last. She's pretty primed," Taylor responded.

"What says you teach? If I say no how long can you last?"

I was breathless holding myself on the edge of climax.

"Not long mam. Please I really need to cum."

I watched as Alexis pondered my question. I'm sure she really had no idea what to do with me.

"Count down from twenty and then you may cum. Oh, and do it slowly."

That was a nice touch, I thought. Mistress Julie would have held me in that state for 20 minutes instead of 20 seconds. My breathing became more ragged as I got closer to zero and my release. Alexis's gaze got more intense. Taylor seemed not to care. Finally I exploded giving Alexis a good show, if I do say so myself, about what a woman should look like when she has a proper orgasm. Alexis commented that it was amazing. Taylor commented that she didn't know if I was going to work out as an advisor. She then told me to pull down my skirt and go home.

My legs were still shaking as I left her room. My fingers smelled of pussy and my thighs were splattered. I hoped I wouldn't run into anybody on my way out. It was the second time I'd been to that house and the second time I left with a wet pussy and tried to sneak out without getting caught. At least this time I wasn't collared and crawling.

As usual my dreams were very vivid that night. I hated that Taylor had rejected my advances but that didn't stop me from fantasizing about being her slave and waking with my hands at my pussy. I didn't know if the sorority had any scheduled pledge events on Saturday, but since it was hell "week" I figured they must. I made my way back to the house a little after noon. Not much seemed to be going on. There were a few sisters in the TV room who greeted me warmly when I walked into the house. I asked if they had anything planned and they told me there was a party at another local college that night that many of the girls were attending, but no sanctioned house event. That seemed strange to me, but I didn't get the sense they were lying to me.

I had no interest in watching TV with them so I decided to try and find Taylor, Alexis or Sheila. I started by heading to the kitchen. I found something all right, but it wasn't what I was expecting. What I found was one of the pledges, Kris I think her name was, on her knees scrubbing the kitchen floor. That wasn't too much of a surprise as I know demeaning manual labor is part of pledging. What was a surprise was the maid's outfit she was wearing. She was dressed right out of a French fantasy catalog. I cleared my throat so she would notice I was there.

"Oh, hi Ms McShae," she said. "You startled me."

"I'm sorry," I replied. "Do they always make the pledges dress like that?"

"No, it's just my turn. Two of us have to wear the costume each day. We get to do the cooking and cleaning to learn to serve each other. At least that's what they told us. Personally I think they just like bossing us around."

She was an innocent. I knew what that costume signified. I was sure she would soon find out too. I was sure 2 of the 12 pledges were on their way to being plucked. Now I just had to figure out how to make myself number 13.

I wandered about but didn't find anybody else. I guess they had gone out. Although it didn't interest me, I decided to watch TV and wait. I began to feel very old as the girls had MTV on. It wasn't the MTV I remembered from my college days. How they could watch that drivel was beyond me. I pretended to be hip, but it was awful. After about 45 minutes of my life that I will never get back, I heard the door open and saw Taylor walk in. She was wearing exercise clothes and looked sweaty... and beautiful as always. About 30 seconds later I heard a loud knock. The door then opened and Alexis walked in. She too had been working out, obviously with her big sister. She was very loud as she completed her call in. The girls watching TV seemed very annoyed as she drowns out the sound of their show. They quickly gave her permission to enter. Both she and Taylor noticed me and walked into the TV room.

"Hi Prof," Taylor called out. "What brings you down?"

"Just checking up on you guys," I answered. "I don't think the Dean would appreciate your new maid."

"She's not a problem. We just make sure the pledges get humbled a bit. It's just good fun."

"What we're you guys up to?" I asked.

"Racquetball," was the answer. "We need to grab a shower. Why don't you come upstairs and wait for us. Then we can chat."

That was an offer I couldn't refuse.

Back in Taylor's room the girls grabbed two towels and disappeared down the hall to the bathroom. While they were gone my mind was picturing Alexis giving Taylor a very personal scrub in the shower. I also took the opportunity to snoop around Taylor's room in hopes of finding out more about her. More specifically I was looking to see if she had any sex toys or things which would give me information about what scenes she was into. Alas, my search didn't bear fruit beyond a locked footlocker in her closet. It was large enough to house most anything, but my inexperienced fingers were unable to pick the lock. I gave up dejected and sat down in a chair waiting for them to return.

Both girls soon arrived back at the room dripping wet and wearing only their towels. It was much like I had dreamed and I wondered if I should just drop to my knees on the spot. But Taylor and Alexis acted as if I wasn't there. Not that they ignored me. We chatted. But they went about their business as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. Both primped their hair and did their makeup. Alexis was the first to drop her towel. She stepped over to the closet gloriously naked before me. From the closet she produced a maid's costume which matched the one Kris was wearing. I watch intently as she put on the sexy outfit.

"Time to vacuum," she announce to nobody in particular.

She definitely filled the costume better than Kris, I noted as she walked out of the room. I turned my attention back to Taylor who had dropped her towel by now. She was standing looking at her closet as if trying to decide what to wear. I got a long, wonderful look at her near perfect ass. I knew she was standing there much longer than necessary. She must have been teasing me on purpose after I had offered myself to her last night. Finally she chose blue jeans and a sweat shirt. Certainly deciding on that ensemble would not have taken so long. I decided she was just toying with me.

Taylor had neglected to put on a bra or panties. As we sat and chatted about the house and the pledges I caught myself staring at her chest on more than one occasion. I couldn't see anything though the sweatshirt, but the fact that I knew her breasts were swinging free made me try. Taylor confirmed that they didn't have any specific pledge events schedule for the day or Sunday for that matter. She said most would be at the party tonight and that Sunday was just for studying and getting to know each other better. She never offered an invitation to the party and I didn't ask to go. It was on another campus and outside of my responsibility. I just continued to try and converse with her while I tried not to get caught staring at her. As was becoming my habit I left the house with a dripping pussy, although this time I didn't sneak out.

I didn't bother going to the house on Sunday. It was clear I would just leave frustrated by being so close to Taylor, Sheila and Alexis without being able to do anything about it. I had such high hopes after Taylor made me masturbate in front of Alexis, but apparently that was the end of her plan for me. Monday in class Sheila again did nothing overt and again had me completely frazzled and incredibly turned on by the time the bell rang. I wasn't sure if I could even make it to my office to get myself off. I might have to risk doing myself in my classroom. I only thought about it for about 30 seconds after my last student had left. At least my brain was still functioning at a high enough level to remember to get up, lock the door and pull down the roller shade. I was in for a surprise as I walk to the door, however, as it opened. I wasn't entirely surprised that a girl from the sorority came in. I would have bet it would have been Sheila or maybe even Taylor. I was surprised that it was Alexis.

She was the one who shut the door, flipped the deadbolt and pulled down the shade. Apparently she wasn't here to talk. I didn't want to talk anyway so I welcomed her with open arms, a tight embrace and a passionate kiss. She kissed me back with a fiery passion which dispelled the inexperience she had shown Friday night at her deflowering. She broke away from me. She was breathing hard but now seemed hesitant.

"I'm sorry Ms McShae," she said. "I shouldn’t' be here."

WTF! Was this some kind of pledge dare she had to do? Did Taylor put her up to causing me to flood my panties? That made me mad.

"Alexis, is this part of your initiation?"

"No Ms McShae. I'm here on my own."

This perplexed me. Maybe she really was just inexperienced. Or maybe she was lying to me.

"Why are you here then?" I asked her. She paused and then she stammered.

"Because of what you did Friday night," was her reply.

"Which part of Friday night?"

"In Taylor's room. When you made yourself cum."

It was my turn to pause. She'd seen me submit sexually to Taylor and even though Taylor had paid little attention to me since, I wondered if she wanted me to submit to her. Not that I wouldn't love to dive between her legs, she just didn't seem to have the demeanor which made my legs buckle.

"Alexis," I told her. "You are a beautiful girl, but I don't think you have the dom gene in you. I’d be happy to make out with you and even eat your pussy, but don't expect me to be following your orders like I would Taylor."

"Actually Ms McShae, I wanted to eat your pussy. I'll do whatever you say."

Now I really paused. Had I heard her right? This was a first for me.

"Did I hear you right Alexis? Do you want to submit to me the way I submitted to Taylor?"

She began to act skittish. "Yes, mam. I would."

She was shifting her weight back and forth and looking at the floor as she waited for my response. This had to be some kind of trick or stunt. There was no way this innocent beauty would give herself to me.

"Why should I believe you," I told her. "I think this is part of hell week and Taylor is getting off playing a game with me."

"No mam," she said almost in a pleading tone. "I've always preferred women. Friday night when I said I was a virgin I wasn't fibbing as far as guys went, but I've been with several women. When I saw how juicy you got when Taylor ordered you to play with yourself I knew I had to try giving up control. I've also got a thing for older women. I've never been with anyone my age. I prefer women with experience."

I had plenty of experience. That was true. What I didn't have was experience acting as a top. I wasn't even sure if I could do it. But since there was no time like the present, I figured maybe I should find out.

"So you want to submit to a woman 20 years older than you," I began.

Alexis interrupted almost immediately.

"Usually I try to find women about 10 years older. You look amazing, though. I can't believe you're in your late 30's."

"Please don't interrupt," I scolded her. It felt weird playing the heavy. "From now on you will do what I say. Do you understand?"

She nodded.

"Good. The first order of business is for you to get on your knees."

She complied immediately. I unzipped my skirt and sat down in my chair.

"Since you've been with women before I assume you know the proper way to eat your mistress' pussy."

Weird just became surreal as I called myself her mistress. I felt very wrong as I spread my pussy lips waiting for this precious 18 year old to crawl between my legs. She may have been inexperienced with guys, but she had obviously sucked a pussy or two before. The fact that I was horny as hell probably helped but soon she had me climbing the walls or more precisely grabbing the arms of my desk chair and arching my back forcing my pussy deeper into her mouth. Soon she had me cumming and I grabbed the back of her head so she couldn't pull back as I flooded her mouth with my juices. I was howling as I convulsed against her face and shook to the most satisfying orgasm I'd had in a long while. It was even better than they one I'd had at Taylor's command last Friday. It left me drained and slumped back in my chair.

Alexis got up, straightened her skirt and gave me another passionate kiss. I could taste myself on her lips.

"That was great prof. Can I come back tomorrow?"

I was past rational thought at that point. "Sure. Come back anytime," I told her.

I watched as she unlocked the door and left the room. The door remained open and I was splayed on my chair exposed to the world just like in my dreams. I strained to regain enough composure to shut my legs and sit up. I was still trying to recover, but at least no longer flashing my satisfied kitty cat when I heard a knock at the door.

"Are you alright?" was the question from the woman who teaches in the room next door.

"Yes, fine. I just felt dizzy at the end of class. I'm OK now. Thanks for asking."

She left but I'm sure she didn't believe my flimsy excuse. I retreated to my office to try and calm down before my afternoon class.

The next day after my morning class Alexis showed up again. Just like on Monday she waited until everyone had left, locked the door, closed the shade and then gave me a devilish look. She dropped to her knees and crawled to my desk stopping only to sit up and place her purse on my desk. She then dove under my skirt and ate me to another thunderous climax. This time she didn't stop, however, and kept going until I came a second time. Once again she left me breathless in my chair panting and trying to recover from her talents. Wednesday was another repeat performance as was Thursday and Friday. I was becoming addicted to her tongue. My body had begun to crave her forceful licks, probing fingers and beautiful glistening face smiling back at me when she was finished. I'd even started to enjoy being "in charge" for a change.

I had not been back to the Sigma house all week. Alexis had kept me happy and I didn't want to get her in trouble by revealing our secret affair. Tonight I knew was the last night of hell week and if anything inappropriate was going to happen it was now so decided I had to go. Much like the first night of hell week I made sure to dress provocatively. No underwear or bra, of course, as well as a short leather skirt, a sheer blouse which I left unbuttoned above my nipples, high heeled fuck me pumps and black stockings which came to just under the edge of my skirt. I figured tonight was now or never for Taylor and me. Worst case, after the ceremony was over, I figured I could fuck Alexis.

Walking into the Sigma house I felt like a complete slut instead of a respected faculty advisor. If the Dean saw me now I'm sure I would have been fired. The house was buzzing with activity. The pledges were all dressed in formalwear and looked stunning. The sisters were dressed more in club attire than formal but were nonetheless breathtaking. My outfit was out of place for both groups, but I didn't care. I wandered around the first floor looking for Taylor and eventually found her in the kitchen. Usually I was speechless when I saw her. Tonight that was reversed. She looked me up and down drinking in my outfit but saying nothing. I assumed she knew about Alexis visiting my classroom and I wondered if she was going to mention it.

"Welcome back Prof," she finally said. "I'm glad you could make it tonight."

"I'm happy to be here," I replied, thrusting my chest out a little as I did. I wanted to make sure Taylor understood my offer from last week still stood even if I didn't verbalize it.

"Can you come up to my room for a few minutes?" she asked. "We've got a bit of a problem I'd like to discuss with you."

I knew she was talking about Alexis. I also knew I couldn't avoid the subject and if I got lucky, maybe Taylor would be upset enough to engage in a little revenge sex. I followed her up the stairs. Alexis was already in the room sitting quietly. Taylor grabbed my arm and spun me down next to her as she began the discussion, although it was really pretty one sided.

"Alexis, I warned you not to let your pussy run your life or you would end up like our slut professor here. And you professor... shame on you for taking advantage of an innocent young girl."

Innocent?!? Hardly, I thought. I watched as Taylor brought her laptop out of screen saver mode and there was an image I immediately recognized. Taylor hit play and my moans of passion began to echo through the room. I was right to be cautious that first day. Alexis had set me up. The little bitch had a spy cam in her purse strap. That was why she had put it on my desk Tuesday and every say since. The image was grainy, but it was clearly me, in my classroom, with my legs spread and holding Alexis's head while she serviced me.

"This video could ruin your career not only here, but at any school you attempt to teach at. We own you now."

"But Taylor, I don't understand. This isn't necessary. I already offered myself to you."

"I know you did slut, but we like to have a little backup in case you ever change your mind. You also offered yourself to me, not the whole house."

"The whole house?"

"Yes. The whole house. You see, we have a tradition here at Sigma Epsilon Xi. Starting tonight, the pledges become the slaves of their big sisters. Some are stricter than others, but all will be schooled in the ways of pleasing a woman. The sophomores will belong to the juniors. Next year everybody moves up and we recruit a new batch of willing young sluts. You on the other hand, will serve as the house whore. You will follow directions from ANY SISTER and we may share you outside the sorority from time to time, usually as a fund raiser. Basically we will own you. Outside of your teaching schedule you will be here. You will maintain your house to look normal to the outside world, but we will decide when you may be there and who if anybody you may see socially. How does that sound?"

That was a lot to process and way more than I had expected. I really just wanted to eat Taylor's pussy and maybe have her fuck me with a strap-on. I still had a small amount of defiance left in me.

"I don't think the Dean would approve of your actions," I said resolutely.

"The Dean is an alumnus of this house. Believe me when I tell you she was instrumental in picking you last year and is fully behind this. Oh, I almost forgot, you will also be visiting her office frequently."

"How long does this last?"

"You're on probation for the first semester. After that it depends on you. Some sluts can't handle the demands and go a bit crazy. If that happens we'll get rid of you and the Dean will fire you. But don't worry. From what I've heard from Mrs. Forrest you can handle anything we dish out and will love us all the more. Eventually one of the graduating sisters will purchase you as happened to Miss Langston at the end of last year. You will then leave and we will find a replacement."

"Can't I just be your slave?" I asked Taylor.

"Oh, you are." She replied. "I will be your primary mistress and trainer. You will serve me along with Alexis. That's the perk of being President. But have no doubt, with 24 upper-class women in the house, your services will be in high demand every day of the school year. During the summer, some girls will go to summer school just to stay here and keep an eye on you. We will put you on a vigorous workout schedule and get you in the best shape of your life so you are able to satisfy our sexual demands. You will be spanked, flogged, bound, pissed on and fucked. You will eat pussy for breakfast, lunch and dinner. You'll have one on one, group sex and be gang banged. If someone can think of it, you're going to do it."

"It doesn't sound like I have much of a choice," I said trying to sound dejected but secretly thrilling to the plan Taylor had laid before me.

"If you ever want to teach again, you don't. But I know you want this so don't think of us blackmailing you. You've been trying to get me into your panties since we met and tonight I'm going to fuck you until you pass out. Then I'm going to fuck Alexis while she lies on top of you."

"When you put it that way," I told her. "I accept."

"I knew you would. Here take this," Taylor said handing me a small white pill. Alexis was holding a glass of water for me.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Slaves don't ask questions," Taylor responded angrily.

No they don't, I thought to myself as I took the innocuous looking pill from her hand and gulped it down.

"Good. Now let's get those slutty clothes off of you. You will not need them tonight."

Alexis stood up and offered me her hand. I took it and she pulled me up and began undressing me. It didn't take long. Taylor then fitted me with the thick leather collar with a monogrammed brass plate with the sorority’s Greek letters. I had not realized the initials spelled S-E-X before. How did I ever miss that?

A leash was clipped to the collar and for the second time in my life I was led crawling naked and aroused through the house. This time however, it seemed like all the girls had gathered to watch and cheer. I was now their slave. I crawled past countless beautiful and sexy girls on my way to the basement. I wanted Taylor to just take me on the bar. Take me and make me her own. But that was not part of the plan. At least not yet. The lights in the basement were dark and subdued. I was also getting very sleepy. I saw a strange looking table dominating the stage, but my eyelids were heavy and the last thing I remembered was the floor looking comfortable as I fell asleep.

When I woke up I was disoriented and scared. I was also unable to move, see and was very warm. I could tell I was lying on my back with my legs spread and my arms at my sides. I was being penetrated in my ass and pussy and could only hear muffled voices. I called out for help but none was forthcoming. I tried to move my arms and legs. I couldn't feel any cuffs, although I could still feel my collar. My body was encased in a firm, yet flexible gel material and I could feel the heat from my breath on my face. Something was above me too. I had no idea how long I had been sleeping. I began to cry at the situation I'd allowed myself to be in. I wondered if this is how Miss Langston started with the Sigma’s.

Over time the muffled voices became clearer and louder. Whatever was going to happen was about to start. I had no choice but to watch as the black fabric which had been covering me was pulled back. Bright lights blinded me as my eyes had to adjust to the disappearing darkness. I could see a Plexiglas top a few inches above me with air holes drilled in it. I tried to look down at my body, but the gel held my head tight. All I could do was look straight up. I say Taylor's face looking down at me.

"Welcome back slut," she said. I didn't reply.

"No doubt you are wondering what is going on. While all of our new sisters are not virgins, some of them still don't know what it is like to have a real juicy orgasm. Part of our program is to teach them how to enjoy sex and get satisfaction. You are going to help teach them. I'm sure you are wondering about the box you are in. A nerd friend who goes to MIT designed it for me. You have been covered with the latest in packing material for industrial shipping. While you were asleep, we placed you in this box. We then poured the gel over you. It has since cured and hardened. You will find escape impossible as you can't generate enough leverage. After you have convinced the sisters of your sincerity to serve them this year, you will be freed. In the mean time we have attached remote vibrators in your pussy and ass. There is also a buzzing clit teaser you may not have felt yet. If you look down at your chest you may see two tubes coming out of the gel over your breasts. Those are attached to nipple suckers. For now, we're going to keep the lid on you, so to speak, while we finish up our initiations. After we're done, we're going to slide out the plexi so the girls can have a little fun with your remote controls. If you're a good girl, we'll let you cum quickly. If not, it could be a long frustrating night."

I still didn't give her the satisfaction of a response. Taylor looked down at me and smiled. She also showed me what looked like a TV remote. She pointed it at the table and all three of the vibrators turned on simultaneously. I couldn't be quiet any longer. I heard a cheer from the assembled crowd. Then the vibrations stopped and I understood her game. Like when I had bound myself on the train, my will to submit would be tested. This time, however, instead of just pleasing my mistress, I had 48 girls who had a say in when I would be free.

Apparently the formal ceremonies had already finished and this part of the initiation was to expose the new freshman sisters to their role submitting to their senior counterparts. Again following alphabetical order, the girls were brought forward. I couldn’t see what was happening, but I know Alexis was ordered to strip by Taylor. I could hear her complying without issue. I knew she would. Even though she had been secretly filming me in my classroom, I could tell Alexis was naturally submissive. I saw a lot of myself in her. I knew she loved every slutty command Taylor gave her. I knew she wasn't bothered by stripping in front of the entire sorority. I heard Taylor explain that Alexis was to masturbate herself until she came in front of the rest of the house. Taylor said the sisters have no secrets from each other and being sexually open was the cornerstone of their relationship. I finally could see her as she climbed on top of my tomb using it as a stage.

I could only see her thigh, initially, as she sat on top of the plexi. I'm sure her legs were spread and from the angle of her arm I could see, her hand must have been in her pussy. I began to hear her mew as her fingers began to work their magic. Once again my vibrators turned on. I'm sure my echo of pleasure was louder than hers since she leaned over to take a look at me in the box. This seemed to inspire her. She spun around and sat so her pussy was right above my air holes. Not only could I see her fingers dancing over her clit, but I could smell her special scent.

Alexis played with herself diligently to the growing approval of the other sisters. I could feel myself becoming more and more excited as I watched the young girl please herself. But just like on the train, my vibrations stopped before I could cum. No doubt this was the plan. Taylor has plans for Alexis too. Before she could cum she was ordered up on her hands and knees. Her butt was on the edge of my box so her pussy was still directly above my head as somebody, I assume it was Taylor, slid a fake dildo into her pussy.

"I know you don't like guys, but how do you like my cock," hissed the woman wielding the phallus.

"Oh yes mam," cried out Alexis. "I love your cock. Fuck me. Let me cum."

I had an up close and personal view of the toy sliding in and out of the teenager. Alexis was ordered to keep masturbating while she got fucked. She was also reminded not to cum without permission. I could tell she soon would be begging to exactly that and I was right. Unfortunately I was a long way from cumming as my vibrators remained off while she rode the fake cock. Alexis's cries of passion were being drowned out by the cheers of the crowd. I did make out her first attempt to beg for an orgasm. She was told to do better. The crowd grew louder and I couldn't hear Alexis’s subsequent begs, but she must have eventually met their criteria because I saw her tense up and then practically shoot the dildo from her pussy as she had a strong muscle contraction. The hot air in my tomb mixed with the strong scent of her passion making me dizzy. I imagined her getting a standing ovation. My vibrators turned on again, although only or maybe 20 seconds as Alexis was helped down and a new girl took her place.

This scene repeated itself until all 12 new sisters had exposed themselves to the other members. Of course I was a sweaty mess of slut meat by the time they were done. Whoever had the remote control was an expert at keeping me on the edge. I had called out repeatedly to beg them to let me cum. Basically whenever there was a lull in the action when the girls switched out above me, I was yelling out for them to make me cum. This did not inspire whoever had the remote to have mercy on me, but I did inspire a few of the pledges. The fourth one in fact, with the help of a g-spot vibrator managed to squirt on my air holes. Her ejaculate pooled above my head and the slowly dripped through the holes onto my face. It was sick. It was disgusting. It turned me on even more.

After the 12th girl finished, the plexi was slid out of my box. I got my first breath of clean air in several hours. The smell of female arousal hung heavy in the cramped basement room. I'd been begging none stop for the past hour to be allowed to cum and at least 12 other girls had made a similar journey although they had been allowed to finish. I'd been picturing the sisters, overcome by the spectacle in front of them masturbating in the audience. I don't know how many had done that, but it was a nice fantasy.

Now that the pledges were officially members, attention turned to me. I had already taken the house oath and pledged my submission to Taylor, but my initiation was far from over. Sheila was first to play with me. She gave me a big sloppy kiss. My face was the only part of my body not covered in the gel so once she was done she began to suck on the air hoses which went through the gel and attached to my nipple suckers. I'd forgotten they were there until her suction brought my nipples back to life. I was moaning non-stop as one by one the girls took turns playing with the remote alternating strong vibrations on my clit, pussy and ass, sucked on one or both of my nipples and gave me passionate kisses. I was going out of my mind as they drove my body crazy and fueled my lust filled heart.

Over and over they drove me to the brink before backing away. They made me pledge repeatedly to be the house whore and do whatever they wanted. Each time I thought I'd finally get relief, but it was not to be. They pulled out a video camera and filmed my debasement as each of the pledges took a turn sitting on my face. I finally got to return the favor for all the times Alexis had eaten me. She tasted divine and I looked forward to spending quality time with her in Taylor's room.

Finally when I was done servicing all 12 pledges, Taylor announced I'd earned my pleasure. With the cameras rolling and the sisters assembled around my flexible goo bondage, all three of the vibrators were turned on high and left there. Alexis and Maggie stepped forward to suck my nipple tubes and Sarah pressed her cum stained panties over my nose.

Needless to say I blasted off like a rocket in short order. I was seeing stars. My muscles were contracting, but my body couldn't move so it was a very surreal experience. My orgasm rolled and rolled over my body and would not stop. Taylor could have had something to do with that as she neglected to turn off the vibrators and seemed to take pleasure in my nonstop convulsions followed by muffled screams of ecstasy and foul mouthed curses directed at her to stop. But she didn't. Orgasm after orgasm racked my body. With each one a cheer erupted from the assembled crowd and with each one I fell deeper and deeper into their evil clutches. Finally my body couldn't stand anymore and I passed out.

This time when I woke it was with a jolt. No they didn't electrocute me, but they did throw several buckets of cold water on me. Each drop felt like a needle piercing my skin. I had been pleasantly warm in my gel cocoon, but apparently that had been cut away. I was still lying on the table where some time ago I had been teased and forced to service twelve young college girls. It was also the table where I had my longest string of continuous orgasms and so much pleasure my brain eventually shut down and I passed out. Now the top of the form had been cut away. I was still very effectively stuck, but now the cold water, apart from making me wide awake and more than a little bit upset, was starting to drain around my body. I could feel the gel starting to get slippery. I'd never been drowning in lubricant before, but I realized this was part of getting me free so I didn't complain.

After a few minutes Sheila took one of my arms and a girl whose name I didn't remember grabbed the other. With a strong pull my body began to slowly peel out of the gel. As I moved the remaining water quickly drained around me to fill the void and then I was free. Sheila gave me a big hug and told me I was amazing. The other girl then gave me a hug and told me "welcome to the club." My legs were still a bit unsteady as I asked what happened next.

"We're pretty much done for the night. Most of the girls have their new little sisters in bed already. We're heading there as soon as we're done with you. Alexis and Taylor are waiting in Taylor's room. I know she has something planned for the two of you," the unnamed girl said.

I looked at the girl and then looked at Sheila. The girl must have been Sheila’s new junior "advisor." I envied her as I would love to be partnered with either of them. My arousal was starting to tingle again as I pictured the girl dressed in leather with Sheila collared and on her knees at the end of a leash.

"Before I head up to Taylor, is there anything I can do for you in appreciation of you setting me free?" I asked.

The girl and Sheila looked at each other and smiled.

"Taylor said you would be perfect for the advisor's job," Sheila said while she started unbuttoning her pants.

I figured the other girl was higher in the pecking order so I looked at her while I began to drop to my knees.

"You learn fast," she said while removing her skirt.

I did learn fast and I also knew I was expected upstairs so I was determined to make quick work of the two girls. For her part Sheila was easy. She had been masturbating while I ate her house mistress so she was ready to cum almost as soon as my tongue touched her clit. The other girl had taken a little longer and now seemed amused at how quickly her charge for the school year had cum. My guess was they would be good together this year.

After we finished, I was escorted naked up to Taylor's room. I didn't see anybody in the common areas but the sounds of love were echoing all through the house. I didn't see the serving boys and assumed they were taking an active role in the party. I wondered if any of them were waiting in Taylor's room.

Upon my arrival Sheila told me to knock first and wait for permission to enter. She and the other girl then disappeared into another room. I felt like such a fool standing nude in the hallway waiting for my new mistress to let me enter her room. I was shivering in a combination of chill and excitement. After a few minutes the door opened. Taylor was once again standing in front of me. She was wearing a see through robe and looking every inch a goddess. I wanted to drop to the floor and kiss her feet in a show of complete submission. Which I did.

Whether her face showed pleasure at my display or not I do not know. My eyes were focused on her ankles. I do know that as she pivoted and walked back into the room, I crawled behind her. She told me to stand. Looking around her small living area, I didn't see Alexis. I wondered where she was but knew better than to ask. Taylor began to speak.

"Tammy, you've done very well tonight. I'm glad you have experienced how we treat our advisors and have agreed to continue in that position. I know you are exhausted so tonight we will rest. Tomorrow you will begin to get to know all of the other girls."

She had not asked a question so I didn't make a sound. She seemed pleased that I had already been trained when to speak. Apparently Alexis had not learned that lesson yet. Taylor walked over to a closet where I first saw a tightly bound and gagged Alexis slumped on the floor. Taylor helped her hop into the room and then unbuckled the red ball gag she was slobbering around. She also gave Alexis a stinging slap across the face.

"Have you learned to only speak when spoken to, slut?"

Alexis was almost in tears when she answered. "Yes mistress."

"Good. Tonight you and Tammy will be sleeping together. Neither of you are to cum or attempt to pleasure each other or your punishment will be severe. Is the understood?"

We both answered "yes mistress" in unison.

"OK then. Let's begin."

We were lead into her small sleeping room. It was dominated by a king size bed. There was barely room to walk around the mattress. I also noted there were several I-bolts attached to strategic locations. I had no doubt I would be learning how Taylor used those bolts very soon. For tonight however, she chose to belt Alexis and I together in a tantalizing 69.

Our tie started with a cuff around my right ankle which had a long belt and a ratchet. I had a similar one on my right wrist. Around my left ankle and wrist I had another cuff which just had a clip. Holding my hands together I realized the ratchet had a slot where the clip would attach holding my wrists tight together. I didn't look down but I'm sure my ankle cuff had a similar arrangement.

I watched as Mistress Taylor fitted Alexis with cuff which only had clips. She was then ordered into the bed and instructed to scoot over to the far side. Alexis was told to lie on her side facing out. I was then instructed to get in the bed and lie facing her. As I said before, Mistress Taylor wanted us in a 69 position so I was instructed to turn around. Fortunately the bed was plenty large to accommodate us.

Once we were in position, Taylor clipped my legs together and affixed Alexis’s arms. I then felt the strap wrap around my leg and then around Alexis’s wrists. Taylor used the ratchet to remove all play from the strap. She then repeated the process on my wrists and Alexis’s legs. We were now bound hand and foot to each other. Of course Taylor was not done. She used addition belts to secure our thighs and torsos. Now my face was pressed into Alexis’s heavenly pussy as mine was in hers. The order not to service each other would be a hard one to keep. Mistress Taylor reminded us both that tomorrow we were going to have a long day and that we needed our sleep. She said she didn't want to hear a peep out of us or feel the bed shaking since she needed her "beauty" sleep. She turned the lights off and joined us.

I was doing my best not to do anything which might provoke Alexis. I assumed she was doing the same. Of course Taylor was not bound, so to speak, by our situation. She began to masturbate. I had not been with her enough to know if this was typical for her or just a show on our behalf, but she was pretty descriptive about what she was thinking about. Neither Alexis nor I were spared graphic retellings of how Taylor felt as we both came in public before the other sisters. She also fantasized about how we both might serve her in the future. I was trying to take mental notes, although that only served to get me all juicy again. I felt sorry for Alexis as I was sure her struggle to obey Taylor was growing more difficult by the minute. So far she refrained from licking my pussy, but I could feel the wetness begin to seep onto my face so I knew she was paying very close attention.

By the time our new Mistress came, I could tell we both were ready to beg for our own satisfaction. Fortunately our new mistress must have been feeling generous after her own orgasm and told us we had 3 minutes to please each other before it was time to sleep. I dove my tongue quickly and deeply into Alexis tasting her sweet nectar. I was hoping she would return the favor with as much gusto as I was showing her. We rocked slightly back and forth. As I sucked her clit with abandon, she used her tongue to tease me and then lap at my flowery petals. I wasn't sure if I could make it at her present pace, but I was determined to show I could follow mistress' commands so I stayed focused and in under 2 minutes she was quaking through a solid cum. Unfortunately this also meant her focus on my needs came to an end and soon after my mistress called times up. I had not cum, but Taylor did take pity on me at least a little and spooned me until we fell asleep.

That night I had my usual erotic dreams, but I didn't come there either. Waking up I knew that meant nobody had taken pity on me during the night. Taylor was already out of the bed. Alexis was awake, but we were not going anywhere. She warned me that she really had to go to the bathroom. She said she would hold it as long as she could, but if she couldn't wait, she wanted to apologize in advance. I told her that I understood. I also told her that I didn't have to pee, but if she did she should expect retaliation. I hoped that would give her enough incentive to hold back.

Fortunately Taylor returned soon after Alexis had warned me of her impending flood. Mistress was also quick to release us and send us to the bathroom to take care of our morning needed. When we returned I saw a large dildo attached with a suction cup to Taylor's coffee table. Both Alexis and I froze in the doorway when we saw Taylor's new friend.

"Alexis," she began. "Last night Tammy got you off but you didn't return the favor. This morning is her turn. In fact, all day whenever Tammy needs a little pleasure you are going to be waiting for her. Understand?"

"Yes mistress," the girl replied.

"Good. First, I want you to show us all how you love to suck cock and get that thing good and wet for her."

I watched as Alexis dropped to her knees and started blowing the rubber cock. She had confessed to me that she didn't like guys so I doubt she was too pleased with giving head to a fake dick. After she had it good and slimy, Taylor ordered her to prepare me. This time she dove into my pussy with much more gusto that last night. In short order she had me juicy and ready to fuck. Alexis may not have liked cock, but I had no such reservations. I also didn't know when I'd get this opportunity again so I practically sprinted to the table and mounted up like a cowgirl ready to start a rodeo. The cock was too big for me to take all of, but I did my best. It filled me completely. I began to rock up and down taking as much as I could without accidentally hurting myself. I had a vision of Taylor coming up and pushing me down tearing my pussy apart. I then had a vision of her ordering me to fuck my ass with the monster invader. I didn't know which option was worse, but just thinking of them had my lust growing. I'm sure I made quite an erotic sight. I say that because a few of the other girls walked into Taylor's room and said so. They were obviously jealous, but being the sorority president has its perks.

Taylor let me ride the dildo until I came. She busied herself pinching Alexis’s nipples. Overall I was glad to be where I was instead of cumming last night. When I was finally done cumming, Taylor put thick collars on both of us and told us to get downstairs for breakfast. We walked naked out of her room, down the stairs and into the dining room. The other freshman girls were already there. They all were naked and all were wearing collars. Apparently nobody had decided to quit the sorority when they found out what really happens here. Alexis and I took our place at the table. None of the other sisters were sitting although a few were watching.

I think they were studying the new class of slaves trying to gauge their reaction when six boys walked out of the kitchen carrying plates of food. The boys didn't seem phased by the sight of 13 naked girls. OK 12 naked girls and 1 naked woman. I also wondered what payback had been promised the guys and if I would be participating.

The boys placed the plates in front of the girls. Nobody moved to pick up silverware. Whether the other girls had been instructed to wait I didn't know. Taylor had not given me any instructions so I just went along with what everyone else was doing. As if on cue one of the juniors told everyone they could eat and the 13 of us began eating breakfast.

Breakfast was uneventful other than when one of the seniors decided to humiliate her freshman a bit. She began by reaching around the startled girl and began to play with her nipples. The elicited a distinct moan from the girl. Satisfied that the nipple play had aroused her charge, the senior moved her hands south to the girl's pussy. She was whispering something in her ear that I could not hear, but I could tell the girl was enjoying the feeling her new sister was stirring in her young soul.

As I expected, the senior girl didn't stop until her slave had a noisy orgasm. The boys definitely enjoyed the show as did I. I expected an all out orgy to break out. I would have settled for Taylor to give me the same treatment. My body was craving to be used by any and all the people present.

As breakfast began to draw to a close the announcement was made that 8 of the 13 of us needed to volunteer. They didn't tell us what for. I looked around and apart from Alexis, nobody else was holding up her hand so I did. Taylor seemed pleased that we were the first two. One by one the peer pressure caused other girls to join us until only five remained. Taylor announced the group.

"That was pathetic. The five who didn't volunteer just earned punishment. Go downstairs with Mistress Josie."

I watched as the five girls followed Josie out of the room. They all were looking at the floor. I think we just volunteered for pleasure.

"Alexis and Tammy, I am please my girls were the first to volunteer. Please clear the table and do the dishes."

I was disappointed, of course. I wanted sex not manual labor. But as I had pledged my undying service to Taylor, I didn't complain but instead stood up with a smile on my face and grabbed my plate and the plate from the girl on my right and started to the kitchen.

"The rest of you will blow our waiters as payment for their service to us. Take them into the living room so the sisters can gauge your skills."

Now I was really upset, but I didn't show it. I held my head high and did what I was told. After the girls had taken the boys to the living room and we had cleared the table, Taylor followed us into the kitchen."

"I know you are disappointed Tammy. I'm sure you would rather be in either of the other two groups. But I had to protect Alexis. I know how much she hates to be on her knees in front of a guy and I know she would really hate to have to do it in front of a group of the sisters gauging her skills."

She had not asked a question but told me the information in the form of a statement so I kept my mouse shut and kept working. I had a fake smile on my face as I tried to finish rinsing the dishes and placing them in the dishwasher. Why should I have to be punished just because Alexis can't stomach sucking a little cock?

I played the good soldier in hope that by pleasing my mistress I would be rewarded later. One by one the 6 girls returned to the kitchen to wash the cum off their faces. I guess they were told to do it in here instead of the bathroom as a warning to us to not piss off the sisters if we didn't want to end up with a facial. Of course the reality was it was just making me jealous.

When the dishes were done and the last boy had shot his load, the 13 of us were reassembled in the living room. The five who had been punished all had very red asses. The boys were dismissed and all left through the front door. About half the upper-class sisters were present. I noticed two were wearing strap-ons. My pussy instantly juiced hoping Taylor would choose me to get fucked. She did, but not without some qualifications that I wasn't too pleased about.

"I talked to the boys and they said your cocksucking skills left a lot to be desired. Every woman in the house must know how to suck cock. It's the easiest way to get a boy to do what you want. Promise him a blowjob and he will do whatever you want."

I looked around and only Alexis and I did not look sad from being punished or having their oral skills questioned.

"Tammy is going to give us a lesson. Isn't that right Tammy?"

"Yes, mistress," I replied not knowing exactly what I was getting into.

"Tammy here is an OLD pro."

I didn't need her emphasizing the old part. I was a pro so I guess that didn't matter.

"She's sucked more cock than the rest of you put together."

There was a smattering of laughter in the crowd.

"Tammy is going to demonstrate on sisters Tracy and Violet. And if she's good, just like a guy will do to you, they will fuck the shit out of her for us."

Tracy and Violet moved to the center of the room. Their strap-ons were dangling obscenely in front of them. Tracy was the first to speak.

"Come-on slut. Get to work."

She then pointed to her cock. I can't say I didn't want one of the boys as a change of pace, but submitting to a beautiful girl always got my motor running so quick as a flash I was kneeling beneath her with her dildo in my mouth. I gave her a sloppy wet and noisy blowjob. I knew she wasn't really feeling anything but I'd got enough cocks off with the technique to know what worked. Violet then stood next to Tracy and pulled my head off her dildo and pushed my mouth over her own.

Back and forth I went at the whims of my tormentors. Spit was flying and I wished they could shoot their loads on my face. I also prayed I was doing well enough to earn my fucking. Taylor was providing blow by blow, as it were, commentary on my skills as one by one the freshmen were led next to my head for a close-up look. By the time all 12 had examined my technique, Taylor asked the crowd if they wanted to see me get banged. The freshman cheered.

Taylor then asked Tracy and Violet the same question. They didn't show any enthusiasm, but said the answer was yes. I'm sure they had been instructed that would be the answer no matter how well or poor I blew their dildos.

I was told to get in the doggie position in the center of the floor. Violet went first pushing her dildo deep into my pussy before beginning to fuck me with a very possessive cadence. I was just starting to feel very good when she stopped. I could see Tracy was moving in to take her place so I wasn't worried they were done. As Tracy began sliding her cock into me Violet moved around the front of me and had me repeat my blowjob. This time my juices were coating her dildo and that made the task much more palatable. I never get tired of my flavor and I never get tired of a big dick, either plastic or real, filling my greedy pussy. Now skewered at both ends, the girls built a nice rhythm pushing me back and forth on their cocks. Violet's strap-on would be filling my mouth as Tracy's slid out to the edge of my pussy and then they would reverse. It was heaven.

I'm sure the freshmen were getting an eyeful. I hoped they were learning something. The specific lesson? Getting fucked by two people was fun. I felt an orgasm begin to build. It wasn't close enough to worry I'd cum without permission, yet, so I just let it build and enjoyed the ride.

Taylor apparently knew me well enough to know the moment when I was ready to start begging to cum because just before I reached that point she snapped her fingers and both Tracy and Violet stopped instantly. Frustrated, I looked up at her.

"Girls, besides being accomplished at giving head and getting banged really hard, we are experts at anal sex. I've never met a guy who was not break the law for a chance at my ass. It is a very handy skill to have. Fortunately our model Tammy is also a skilled analist."

Analist? I guess that's a nice way to say I like to get fucked up the ass :-)

Taylor snapped her fingers again and Violet lay down on the floor. I was then told to mount her. I started to straddle her reverse cowboy so she could slide into my ass. Taylor gave me a stern look indicating I'd done something wrong. I then looked at Tracy who was busy smearing lube on her strap-on. I got the message.

I flipped myself over and easily impaled myself with Violet's cock in my pussy. My naughty bits had been feeling lonely and I gladly filled myself with her dong. I then felt Tracy pushing on my shoulders indicating I should lean forward. That exposed my brown eye to her gaze. I'm sure most of the freshmen also got a good view of my backdoor as she positioned her cock at the entrance to my ass.

"Just relax slut," I heard Tracy say.

I laughed on two fronts. First, what Taylor said about my ass was true and I didn't need Tracy telling me what to do. I knew she would get inside without any problem. The second thought to make me chuckle was how everyone about to bugger you always says to relax as if you could ever relax if you had never done this before.

Of course I was relaxed and I could see the awe shown on the freshman's faces as her cock slid easily up my pooper. I wondered if I was the best choice for this demonstration as the girls were going to have a lot more difficultly the first time their big sisters rammed something up their back door, but I wasn't about to question Taylor's plan. With my luck she say, "Oh yeah. I'd better get something bigger for you so they can see you struggle to take it."

No I was ready for my DP and I wasn't going to do anything to jeopardize an orgasm. Violet and Tracy found their rhythm quicker that I would have guessed they could. They obviously had done this before. Soon I felt my arousal level back to where it had been when they had me doggie style. I knew I would soon be begging to be allowed to cum and I knew that would be met with applause. Again Taylor sensed when I had reached that point, but instead of telling the girls to stop, she pulled off her jeans and panties and straddled Violet pressing her very wet pussy into my mouth.

I loved her taste even more than my own and immediately set out to make her cum. I relished the position I was in. Both my holes were getting the pounding they needed and my taste sense was sated with my mistress’s copious fluids. It was perfect for me and I'm sure very enjoyable for our audience too.

Taylor was once again giving commentary of my skills only this time I could sense the changes in her voice as I brought her closer to the edge. I wanted to stop and beg for my own satisfaction. I reached the point where I could cum as soon as I heard the command. This was a wonderful place to be. Mistress Taylor, however, had other plans. I would not have been surprised for her to announce that I could cum as soon as she had. I was surprised when she announced she would be cumming soon and when that happened Tracy and Violet were ordered to fuck me even harder until I came without permission.

I couldn't see her face but I could tell she was smiling when she announced to the group that a fuck slut like me should be punished at every opportunity. She had just set me up with the other girls with tacit permission to punish me at their whim. You would think that news might have caused me to slow down my service of her pussy instead of worshipping it. But that is not how I am wired. If it pleased her that I should be punished, then I should be punished. That was a small price to pay for the colossal orgasm I could feel building in my gut. I pushed my face harder into her pussy. She pulled back a laughed.

"Look at the slut trying to get inside my honey pot," she exclaimed.

My face was glazed with her juice. I held my gaze focused where it belonged on her pussy as Taylor's henchwomen continued to DP me. Taylor moved back so my tongue could contact her clit.

"That's right slave," she cooed. "Nibble my clit and you'll get your reward. My reward, just as she had promised, was an order to Violet and Tracy to "Fuck the crap" out of me as she held her spasming pussy tightly against my face and came.

Violet was limited as to what she could do, but Tracy began fucking my ass harder than any man ever had done to me. Their careful rhythm was shattered. Both Violet and I were basically holding on for dear life as Tracy slammed her cock into me over and over. Taylor, her orgasm finished, had moved away leaving me to collapse forward over Violet. She was just laying still, her strap-on still filling my pussy, as my breasts flopped into her face as Tracy showed no signs of slowing down.

Over and over I begged for permission to cum. It wasn't that I expected a reprieve. I knew Taylor was looking for an excuse to punish me and there was no chance she would relent. But I wanted to give the freshmen a good show so they knew how a good slave was expected to act.

Everyone gathered around us and began to cheer for me as I continued to beg and plead for release. They all knew I was about to cum and they all knew Taylor was not going to give me permission. I think they just wanted to see up close how far I could go before cumming.

When I finally reached the breaking point I could feel my eyes roll back in my head as I gave out an animalistic howl. I was lost in my own world. Were the girls cheering? I'm sure they were. Were some of the girls masturbating? Probably. Was another wet pussy rubbed against my face marking me with their scent? I think so. But I wasn't sure of anything at that point. I was so far gone I was in another world as my orgasm crashed over me like a tsunami hitting a beach. I was gone that much was sure. Taylor could have started my punishment and I wouldn't have even noticed. I barely noticed when Tracy pulled her cock out of my now gaping asshole. I did notice when she pushed it into my mouth for cleaning.

I'd recovered enough to be shocked back to reality by the nasty and foul flavor of her cock. As much as I like the taste of my front side, I hated my backside. But I knew I had to do a good job. I was still impaled on Violet and Tracy had a strong grip on my head. The sooner I finished the sooner it would be removed. As usual, Taylor was giving commentary. She had recovered enough to tell the girls that the slave was always responsible for cleaning the toys no matter how foul. She also said when they are with a guy, it was the guy's responsibility to wash his dick and not to let them take advantage of you this way.

Her comments only served to reinforce my position in the sorority. They also made me love her even more. I had not admitted that to myself until that moment and I knew I'd confess that to her soon enough.

Satisfied I done a good enough job, Tracy pulled out of my mouth. "Not bad, slave," she said. "You can pay me back later today for the pleasure I gave you."

So I was going to have to service her for fucking my ass harder than I ever had felt before. What a strange twist my life had taken in the last six months.

I looked down at Violet. I think she was tired of having me just sitting on her. I took her head shake as an order to dismount which I did. At least cleaning her cock was more pleasant and having my own flavor in my mouth was a much better result. Like Tracy, she told me she looked forward to having me pleasure her later today.

Apparently I was going to be in high demand as one by one all the upper-class women in the room walked by congratulating me. As they passed to a woman they said they all looked forward to "getting to know" me that afternoon. They all also slid their fingers across my mouth and under my nose. All the fingers were wet. The mix of scents was intoxicating as was the thought of pleasuring 24 different girls in one marathon session of sex. My juices were running down my leg and even though I'd cum not 5 minutes ago I was ready to start right then. It was going to be a long day. My new life of servitude had really begun.