Message-ID: <34740asstr$1011082203@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: "empath :{)" X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 14 Jan 2002 12:25:12.0575 (UTC) FILETIME=[8388C0F0:01C19CF6] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 14 Jan 2002 08:55:12 -0330 Subject: {ASSM} "A Reluctant Master" [empath] (MF bdsm oral coll) [3/?] Date: Tue, 15 Jan 2002 03:10:03 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, hecate Warning: Do not read/download if you're not legally permitted to do so; if you're not sure, check with your legal guard...well, if you HAVE a legal guardian, you're almost certainly not permitted to have/read porn!:) Copyright: This is mine - mineminemine! Read it, copy it for private perusal, even send it to friends (or enemies if you think it's crap:), but don't put it anywhere for public view without getting my permission. _________________________________________________________________ Join the world's largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com <1st attachment, "Arm3.txt" begin> {ASSM}"A Reluctant Master" [empath] (MF bdsm oral coll) [3/?] Author's note: This is a multi-part story that keeps evolving as I write; I can't tell you how many chapters there'll be by the time it's finished because of the way new things keep popping up in my mind and demanding they be incorporated.:) You should be able to find the first two chapters of this opus in the same place as where you got this; you may well enjoy this part on its own, but reading 1 & 2 first may well avoid that 'huh? what are they talking about?' haze that I always get coming into stories part-way through.:) Additional warning: DAMN; I didn't think I had this in me - I've always prided myself in being so 'vanilla'. :) As a result, I MUST warn you not to try emulating the events in this particular story. I've gone through a LOT of twisting and turning to get a 'safe environment' set up for these activities, and sex with people you don't know that well is risky enough as it is, without the complications that pain and restraint add... =============== A Reluctant Master, part 3 by empath December 2001 ========= We awoke after an hour or two, and the sun had set. As I stretched, Karen suggested a quick, shared shower to clean up and loosen our tight muscles. As the water heated up, she sat on my lap while I sat on the toilet waiting, preened at my hair, and asked "So. I was telling you about how I got started in the whole D&S scene...before I was so RUDELY interrupted." "Again and again," I retorted with a grin. She rested her hands on my shoulders, and I wrapped my arms around her waist to keep her balanced on her perch. "Yep - and don't get me wrong, I enjoyed it SOOOOO much, but a gal just can't think straight in that situation." "Flatterer." "Yes, but you deserve it, love." She kissed me warmly. "Okay; sorority Chi Omega Mu, I joined to be with some friends and feel less alone. But I had to go through initiation - and that's the crux of all this-" I kissed my wife. "Water's heated up now. Let's get in while we still have some; you can tell me while I wash your hair." Karen stood up, shaking her fists in mild frustration. "Arrrgh! I spend years keeping this from you, and now that I can finally get this off my chest-" I tweaked her nipple. "And a lovely chest it is; but shower now, talk after." We got in and started cleaning ourselves. Bathing with someone you love - who knows your body as well as you do - is a wonderful experience; Karen smoothly took over soaping me up as I reached the edges of my back. Once I was cleaned off, I did her back and lathered up her rich, brown hair, getting better coverage from my angle than she could. To avoid dallying, we washed our own genitalia. Soon enough we were back in the bedroom, towelled off and rosy pink. We dressed in clean sweats, and strolled downstairs. I followed Karen as she carried on down to the basement. Checking over my handiwork, she was impressed. "I think you're right - you work faster alone; remind me to do something else while you paint." I shrugged. "There's still plenty to do. Some things we'll have to work together on; installing a toilet is much easier with four hands and two sets of eyes." "Pete? I thought we'd let the plumbers handle all that." "Aw, honey; I'm a guy. 'I don't need to pay someone to do this for me - I can do it just fine myself.'" She gave me a look. "Relax," I added, "I know my limits - the actual pipes and things were already put in before we started painting, remember? All we have to do is the toilet, sink, shower stall and kitchenette's sink. And I *have* installed fixtures before - summer work back when I was a kid. And finally I'll have the plumber come back and check our work for us. "ANYWAY, tomorrow we do the ceilings. For now let's go up and get some eats." "And let me tell you-" "And let you tell me about your college days before I came on the scene." We worked quickly through making spaghetti; Karen mixing up the sauce, and me cooking the pasta. Again, I have to say being married can be so nice; it would have taken longer for just one of us to make the meal, and we knew each other well enough to operate like a team. As soon as I'd put a pinch of salt in the water, I handed it to Karen who poured just the right amount to flavour the sauce. And while we made like clockwork, my wife got a little more of her story out. * * * I walked up the steps of Chi Omega Mu house, nervous. I was hundreds of miles away from home, knew almost no one and those people I did know were already sisters of Chi Omega Mu. I was resolved to join the sorority - it would mean I would be with some people I knew, and would quickly make friends in the sisterhood. It would be a 'home,' a place where I could find familiar refuge as I got accustomed to college life. Becky was waiting for me on the porch. Without saying a word, she gave me a welcoming smile, opened the door and guided me into the sorority house. Rebecca Klein had been a senior in high-school when I was a sophomore. I'd been having a lot of trouble with trigonometry, and my parents got me a tutor, being Becky. In a short time she had me straightened out and my grades were back up. In addition to that, we'd become almost friends. We didn't hang out together much, age difference and all that, but if we met in the halls we'd nod and say hello, sometimes talk for a few moments. Now she was my sponsor into Chi Omega Mu, and directed me through the front foyer and into a side room. This was a rec room normally; there were couches along the sides, where about a half-dozen girls sat; each prominently displaying her sorority pin. At the far end a trestle table was set up with more sisters, looking over some papers. In the middle of the room there were eight chairs, all but one occupied by a nervous girl; other pledges I guess. Becky had me sit in the empty chair, and then took a place on a couch. "Ah, Karen Williams." One of the sisters sitting at the table looked up and checked off a line on one of her papers. "Now that we're all here, I'll begin." She stood to address us. "I'm Francine O'Shea, president of the Chi Omega Mu chapter here. I thank you all for expressing your interest in joining our sisterhood. You can take pride in the fact that you've passed our biggest hurdle and met approval from our interview panel; most of our pledges get weeded out at that point. Now you just have to pass your initiation." Francine stepped out from behind the table and walked back and forth as she spoke to us pledges. "Most sororities, and fraternities too, will put their pledges through a fairly quick, if challenging ritual. "But we here at Chi Omega Mu take a different view. We feel that sisters in our sorority have to really feel a bond to their organisation; have to REALLY want to belong with us and even think more of the sisterhood than of themselves. This is an opportunity to become part of something greater than just you are. "That's why our initiation is rather more...demanding. And there's no point in trying to ease into this, so I'll just tell you now: to become a Chi Omega Mu, you pledges will have to serve as slaves for a month." Francine paused for a moment and looked us over. We didn't seem too upset by this revelation. I myself mentally shrugged 'So what?' and had the image of Cinderella on her knees scrubbing the floor. Our prospective president smirked and carried on. "I see that doesn't upset you much, girls. Maybe I wasn't quite clear as to your duties - you probably think you'll be serving as the sorority's drudges. "No, you'll be one man's slave for a month; his personal body- servant; cook, maid...and mistress." That got some gasps from us pledges. My stomach clenched at the implications - someone's SEX slave?!? "Yes, I see that had an effect on you. Like I've been saying, we want to see a commitment from our pledges that the sisterhood is more important than their own interests, and the greatest sacrifice someone can make is?" Francine shrugged her shoulders rhetorically. "Now, don't get the wrong idea. We're not asking you to sink into a bottomless spiral of depravity; there are limits. And I'll assure you that every Mu you see here has gone through the same thing we're putting to you. We all did the same month of servitude you have ahead, and we all managed." She turned to the full members. "Anyone get scarred - physically or emotionally - from your slave duty?" There was a chorus of 'no's and shaking heads. Francine's mouth curled into a smile. "Did anyone *enjoy* their initiation?" The women looked at each other somewhat furtively, and one girl - Becky - hesitantly raised her hand. "Even part of it?" More hands. "There, see? It's not going to be too onerous; we've got safeguards in place to protect both you and your...'trainer'. Teresa here will go into the details in a minute, but I have to put the question to all of you. "Do you WANT to do this? "No one is forcing you into this - we're not drugging you and selling off to some sex club in Thailand!" Giggles. "You are coming into this voluntarily; you're agreeing to submit to the conditions we set to our prospective sisters. And don't let me sugar-coat it, either - some of the coming month WILL be drudgery; washing a frat boy's underwear by hand is not MY idea of a fun time, but that's what my master directed I do. And I did." "So again - are you sure about this? If any of you have ANY doubts, I want you to stand up now. We won't think any less of you if you want to think it over - you can have a week to decide. And if you've decided that it's not worth it? Good for you; this is YOUR decision to make - we're not going to shun any woman just because she found that being a Mu wasn't for her. I know plenty of girls who pledged alongside me three years ago who either opted out at this point, or washed out during the initiation month, and I'm still friends with most of them. They either found another sorority more to their liking or just simply didn't join an organisation. Different people have different paths in life. Fran looked us over again. "So what's your path - does it lie with us? If you don't think so, now's the time to say so." I'd been thinking very carefully about this as she spoke. What did I want? I knew being part of a sorority was important to me - I wanted a circle of friends to help me through these changes. But was membership worth this price? I'd be a slave - a servant, as well as a...a whore; some guy's sexual plaything. The mundane part of it didn't repel me - I come from a large family and I had my share of distasteful chores. But the *other* part of my job description... I dunno. Part of me was shocked; revolted by the idea. But another part was tempted; curious about what it would be like to be someone's sex slave. To be used how HE wanted - taken whenever my master felt like it. By the time Fran finished her speech and asked us to decide I my curiosity had gotten the better of me - I would do this; it was only one month out of four years. And some of the Mu's here had said they ENJOYED their month of slavery - Becky being one of those. Besides, according to what I was hearing, I'd have plenty of opportunity to change my mind before starting. There were a few moments of silence as we pledges thought a little further. Then one of the other girls stood up. "I'm sorry," she said, shrugging, "it all just seems...too much. Sorry." "Don't worry about it." Fran came over to the girl. "Angie Nelson, isn't it?" She nodded. "It's not any indication that you're LESS than any of us here, just different. It's okay. Thank you for coming and considering us, anyway." Angie's sponsor got up, patted her on the shoulder, and led her out. "Anyone else? No? Okay, then. I'll turn you over to Teresa, here." Francine sat down and nodded to the other sorority girl sitting behind the table. She got up, looked at each of us over the top of her glasses, and spoke in a harsh, clipped voice. "Right. I'm Teresa Scott. Before I begin, I'd like to ask any of you that change your mind to wait until I'm finished my speech before leaving - I really don't like being interrupted. "Over the next month - if you decide to stick with us - I'm going to be your closest friend and your worst enemy." She sauntered around the table and walked back and forth around us. "I'm in charge of initiation; I run this little game. I - with some help - have chosen the men who will serve as your masters. You'll be happy to know that the Tau Rho fraternity has more applicants from full members for this duty than they had pledges. Our selection process for them is even stricter - we can't have anyone who would abuse the privilege he's being given. You can be assured that you'll be safe from serious harm." "And if your master breaks the rules I'm about to set out, come to me. I'm interested in your successful training, not your abject humiliation. If any of you come to me with a complaint or grievance, I'll investigate it. If the Rho turns out to be going beyond what we want of him, he will be PUNISHED." Those words came out of Teresa's mouth like stamped steel from a press. "Oh, but don't think you can get out of the less pleasant parts of your servitude by lodging a complaint. I said I'd *investigate* before taking action; if I find you've objected to a perfectly allowable duty or punishment, you'll be the one who is punished. Maybe by outright failure of your initiation, maybe by just an increased punishment like the one you tried to avoid, maybe by repeated demands to complete the duty you don't like, or by extension of your service. "And we're all human - I had to go through the same thing you are about to. And I discovered the danger of crying wolf. I hate doing laundry, and my master had me wash his clothes once a week...by hand. After my second week, I was certain that he was deliberately getting his clothes extra dirty, just to upset me even more. "I complained, the Pledge-Mistress looked into it, and found my accusation was groundless; it just seemed to me - having never washed clothes by hand before - that normally dirty clothing was so much worse. She decreed that I had to wash ALL the masters' clothes for the rest of the initiation period - now I had nine men's dirty shorts to scrub! "Anyway, on to what you will be doing. First is accommodations; we have rooms assigned for each initiate and her master to live in for the next month - if you go ahead, you will move your things into the house and live here." That got some of the pledges gasping in surprise. "Yes, you will be living in the same room as your master; a horny frat boy. I know plenty of women on campus who'd give their right tit for such a set-up, so don't bitch. "Your day will be devoted to the three S's: study, sleep and servitude. You will have no social life until your initiation is complete. If you have an important family function to attend - wedding, funeral or suchlike - you will tell us as far in advance as possible, and then attend with your master; you will say he is your new boyfriend. God help you if you already have a steady squeeze back home!" We giggled at the idea. "Frannie here ran into that situation herself when she pledged - she was already engaged, and suddenly her grandmother passed away...when she became chapter president, she had the selection criteria adjusted so that we try to avoid taking on pledges who are seriously involved. "Anyway, we already have your class schedule, and you will stick to it; no skipping class, or you'll get punished! Also your master leaves you alone at that time. You're here to learn, and everything else is optional. Further, when you're not in class, four hours of your day will be spent in study. Now I know that most professors acknowledge the Greek rush week, and keep course loads rather light around that time, so this should be plenty of time to get ahead of the game. If it isn't - you may get a prof who just happens to assign the first big paper to be done at this time, or maybe just have problems with something - talk to your master; he'll be helping you anyway. "Yep, your master will also be your tutor for the next month - again, you came here to learn, and Chi Omega Mu wants you to excel at that. The biggest factor in selecting a master for each of you was matching majors - that way, your master can help your studies as well as distract you from them. "Besides, this'll be a prime opportunity for your master to find fault and...PUNISH you." Again, our pledge-mistress really savoured those last words; I began to wonder what SHE did on her time off. "Now on to the second 'S' - sleep. You will get six hours a night; that's not as much as most of you like to get, but you will find that any human being can function just fine on just a quarter of the day in rest. The only thing your master can do to you at this time is help you sleep; he may need to give you a relaxing massage at bedtime. Or - depending on what relaxes you - he may give you a nice gentle fuck before beddy-bye." Teresa smiled to herself, and I head a few people snicker. She walked back to the table before continuing. "And so we're left with the last, but most important part of your day - servitude!" She punctuated this by grabbing something from the table and smacking it loudly into her hand; most of the room started from the sudden noise. The pledge-mistress held up the object - it looked like a Ping- Pong paddle with a padded covering over the blade. "You will learn to HATE this - each master is going to get one, and it's the only thing he is allowed to hit you with - no bare hand, no crop, no whip, not even his dick." More laughter. "I'm not kidding - last year I found one Rho was beating his slave's cheeks with his hard dick, and actually raising bruises - hurting her more than we allowed. He has been...ahem...'cut off,'" that got a round of chuckles, "from the training program, and has had to rush again this year just to stay in the fraternity. "As to what will be done to you with this - your master is to spank you a dozen times each week, for no reason other than it is part of your slave training and intended for you to get used to such treatment. Relax, by the end of the month - you'll barely notice twelve swats. "And what about other punishment? Well, in order to know why you will get punished, we had better tell you what you HAVE to do, hadn't we? "Firstly, you are to address your master with respect. Around here you call him what he is - 'Master.' If you see him in public, you will go up to him, nod to him in a subservient manner, and say 'Hello, Sir.' That's all - no kneeling and giving long dedications of your submission; just a respectful greeting. Most of the Rhos taking this task have lives outside of study and slave training, will acknowledge you and then send you on your way. "Oh, and he is free to address you by your name, or by an innocuous pet name like 'sweetie,' 'tootsie-roll,' or the like. Around the sorority house, they can call you what you are - 'slave.' That's all - if someone starts referring to you as 'my cunt whore,' come to me and I'll put a stop to it...unless you like it." My pussy clenched at the idea of being talked down to in such a manner - I was beginning to think I'd enjoy this initiation! "Now, if you master sees you, and knows you saw him, and DIDN'T greet him in the required manner? Six lashes later that same day. If you persist in forgetting this, the third infraction goes up to twelve, and six more for each after that. "Now we get to the part I hate - LAUNDRY!" Teresa smiled at the round of laughter she evoked. "You are expected to wash your master's clothes for him. If you behave well, he may let you use the washers and dryers we have in the basement, but that will be a reward - you're expected to scrub clean his clothes by hand. "If you refuse, twelve strikes with the paddle. If you do it, but don't get them clean enough? Six lashes, going up to twelve on the second failing. You'll only be doing this four times - once a week, so don't worry that you'll be getting a hundred lashes before the month is over," then Teresa lowered her voice to mutter under her breath, "unless you screw up like I did." "Food - you will be served a diet approved by the dietary students we have in the house; you will get all the nutrients you need. The fun part is that your master will feed you. The specific details are left up to him, but he's supposed to get a decent amount INTO you stomach; if he wastes most of it, speak to me, and we'll get him sorted out. "As for your master's diet? You are to feed him; if you can cook, he may ask you to do so - this is voluntary. And even if you do come down to the kitchens, NO COOKING BACON IN THE NUDE!" We laughed at the image Terry put in our heads. "Again, if you do not feed him to his satisfaction, six lashes for first offence, third gets twelve, fifth gets eighteen, and so on." She sat on the edge of the table at this point and sighed. "Okay, we're almost done; I'm getting tired with all this walking around. I know you're all dying to hear about the sex part." Sure enough, some giggles were heard as Teresa paused. "That's almost entirely up to your master - we'll just leave some limits and guidelines." "You are expected to do most everything that your master asks of you to please him. But some things are obviously off limits: no public nudity or suchlike that could get you arrested - we have a reputation to keep. No anal sex if you don't want to; if it melts your butter, so be it, but it's all too easy to get seriously injured that way. And on that subject - if he gets REALLY rough, come to me - you shouldn't be bleeding afterwards! "Oh, and you only HAVE to have sex with *your*master* - no sharing with his buddies, or his girlfriend." The pledge- mistress gave us a sly look, and said, "Unless you want to." "There's a maximum of three orgasms that he can ask you to give him in any one day." Terry licked her lips before continuing. "I know there's one guy on the panel of trainers that...well, can go for more than that; but we've decided any more than three a day will be physically trying on you. Most of the guys will demand a single orgasm a day." "Oh, and you should know that one of you is going to get 'the Monk' - he's not interested in sex at ALL; he doesn't want any, and will make sure YOU don't get any! So don't assume that this month is going to be a fuck fest." "So that's all for the sex - the specifics will be different for each of you, but be assured I've gone over what each guy plans to do - in a couple of cases I'll have to keep an eye on things. Oh and that reminds me - spectators. It's like participants; if you don't want them, you don't have to perform in front of a crowd. You might WANT to give your master a blowjob down here in one of the rec rooms, in front of everyone, but you don't have to if he requests. The only place you HAVE to have sex with him is in the room we've assigned to the two of you. He can't invite anyone in to watch if you don't want. "I'm the exception; I'll be by to check up on all of you - and you may well have to perform in front of me. But this won't be at his invitation, and you can take pleasure that some of your masters will find it more uncomfortable than you do!" We smiled at that thought. "As for protection; most of you pledges are on the Pill, and for the few that aren't we've made accommodations; one of you is going to get the Monk, and the other has a master who's happens to be sterile, you lucky girl!" Teresa stood and stretched. "Finally, you will probably have to spend much of your free time either naked or scantily clad. That's part of the training, but be assured that will be confined to relatively private areas of this house only. The front foyer and the two meeting rooms that open directly into it are considered public spaces - remember we do have guests much of the time! In the rest of the house you can be expected to go nude." "Okay, that's it. Does anyone wish to leave now that you know better what's required of you?" No one spoke or stood. "No? Wow - maybe I should go into marketing if I've sold you all on this!" We all laughed. "Okay then, any questions?" The girl next to me raised her hand. Teresa acknowledged her and asked, "Yes, Judy Chung?" "Yes, Teresa-" Terry cut the pledge off and waggled her finger. "Uh-uh; call me 'Mistress,' Judy." "Oh! Sorry, Mistress. You mentioned we'll probably have to make our masters cum anywhere from one to three times a day, but what about us?" Teresa shrugged. "What about you? I don't understand the question." "I mean, what about our orgasms?" "What about them?" The pledge-mistress retorted, chuckling. "That issue is completely up to your master - one of you is going to get NO orgasms in the coming month, remember! Whether you cum is really of no one's concern - you are slaves, after all. You may well get denied the opportunity of sexual release as a more exotic punishment - we have a couple of discreet chastity belts that can and will be provided to your masters if they so desire! "But you can relax - most of the Rhos are aware of the fact that 'you get more flies with honey than vinegar' - you'll often get rewarded for good behaviour. I know that - ahem - STUD on the panel of trainers likes to put his slave to sleep by making them climax until they pass out from exhaustion - you're quite rested when you wake up the next morning!" I raised my hand. "Um, Mistress? You mean you've..." She nodded. "Oh, YEAH. Karen, isn't it?" I nodded. "Well, Karen, we have to be sure that what a prospective master plans to do is safe, so...we," and Terry shared a sly look with her sisters, "*test* them out." A few growls and evil laughs accompanied her statement. "Most of the masters we have this year are incumbents. But every year several of our 'special Rhos' leave - they have the nerve to actually graduate! So we have to take applications from the rest of the fraternity. If you're lucky, you may get to help me next year." Fran stood up at this point with what looked like a small belt in her hands. "There's one thing left that Terry didn't bring up - because I wanted to. This is your collar." We looked at the studded leather strap she was holding. "You will be putting these on as a symbol of your voluntary submission for the coming month, and unless your master decides otherwise, you are expected to be wearing it whenever you're in the 'private' part of the house. You'll notice a row of hooks just inside the door to the inner hall - your names will be placed above one of those hooks, and you will hang your collar there before going out for classes and the like. And you will stop there and put your collar back on when you come back. Understood?" She waited until we all nodded. "Okay, one last time - this is all voluntary; you're free to stop at any time. I cannot stress enough that we don't want to force anyone into this. And remember about Teresa; you can check with her if maybe your master is going beyond what we want done. If it isn't, and she decides you need further punishment, you can always quit before it's administered." Fran looked around the room again. "Last call for questions. None? Okay then. When I call your name, I want you to stand and do one of three things. If you agree and wish to continue, walk up and kneel before me. If you want more time to think about this, say so and sit down again. Or if you've changed your mind, tell us and your sponsor will escort you out." "Christine Becker?" Christine stood up; she was tall, willowy, and had an air of pride to her - not vanity, just confidence. She strode up to Fran and knelt, pulling her wavy red hair into a quick ponytail that she held out with one hand. Our president smiled. "Good idea - saves me fiddling with the collar under that in a minute. I hope you don't mind Teresa." The pledge-mistress was holding a video camera. "We want to get your agreement to this on tape; it's for our protection." Christine shrugged. "Okay then, repeat after me: I, Christine-" "I, Christine-" "-do petition entry into the sisterhood of Chi Omega Mu." Christine repeated each phrase after her president. "To show my dedication and willingness to join-" "-I hearby don this slave collar as a symbol of my subservience to the sorority-" Fran took Christine's hair with one hand and passed the collar to the pledge. She put it around her neck and fastened it snugly. "-and agree to obey the directions of my sisters-" "-through their appointed representative-" "-and state now that I enter into this without coercion and of my own free will." When the recitation was complete, Terry stopped recording, and a Mu came up and stood behind Christine. Her sponsor - I imagine - reached forward and fastened a leash to the pledge's...I mean SLAVE'S collar. "Welcome, slave Christine. If you'll let Andrea lead you over to your chair for the moment, we'll get to the others." Christine began to stand, when Teresa called out, "No, slave. On your hands and knees, please." She spoke in a kind voice. Christine shrugged and got back down. When the pair returned to her chair, Christine was directed to kneel next to it as Andrea sat. "Helen Dover?" And so it went; of the seven of us, only one asked for more time to decide, and no one left. Finally the six of us were collared and kneeling beside our sponsor Mu's - Becky patted my head as we waited for the ceremony to continue. I looked around and Judy - the small Asian girl who asked questions earlier - caught my eye. We shared a smile of camaraderie. Teresa took the floor again. "Right, now to meet your maker- er, masters, girls!" Francine opened a door at the back of the room, and gestured for someone to come in. And we met our masters. Eight rather good-looking men filed in and stood in line behind the table. Some were tall, others short, and they were of mixed colours, but each was at least cute, and all had a look of confidence that made me squeeze my thighs together. 'Which one is mine,' I thought, and quickly corrected myself: 'which one do I belong to? Whoever he is, he can't be the Monk - I've been on the pill for two years straight now.' I realised I'd happily serve as a sex slave to any of these hunks...or even ALL of them. "Andy White?" The first master stepped in front of the table - he had to be a basketball player. Tall, lean, and black as night. "Andy, please meet your slave for the next month, Christine Becker." Christine's 'handler' brought her up to him, and she knelt before the man. Andrea handed the leash to her pledge. "Welcome, slave Christine," Andy said in a soft voice, a warm smile on his face. He held his hand out. Christine knew exactly what to do; she placed her leash in his hand and said, "Welcome, Master." Then he bent down and whispered something in her ear. I couldn't see her expression until she looked to Fran and Terry across the room; she was concerned and chewing her lip. They shrugged back. When she looked at her new master, we could all read the expression he gave her at this point; one that said 'You don't have to, but I'd like you to.' Her decision was made known to us when Christine began to undo Andy's pants. She reached in and fished out his cock through the fly of his boxers. It was dark and uncircumcised, and even flaccid it was thick and long. Christine looked at it for a moment and then lowered her head to it for just a second - I guess he wanted her just to kiss it. She tucked Andy's stiffening cock back in his pants to a round of applause. She looked around with a huge grin, her face blushing crimson. By this point, Andrea had taken her place back on the couch, and Andy led Christine back to the chair to have him sit in it and her to kneel beside him, resting her head on his knee as he stroked her hair. And so it went, each slave was introduced to her master and handed over. In each case, the guy would have his charge do something to show her subservience. Judy next to me was lucky - she drew George Rose - a short, stocky wrestler I knew from school. He merely made his slave stand and then gave her a long, deep kiss that outlasted the catcalls and cheering they got. Then it was my turn; my stomach roiled. There were three men left - since one girl had quit, and another was waiting; she and her prospective master were introduced in the usual fashion. My new master was one of two men standing there. I was pleased to see that all three were good-looking, and seemed both gentle yet strong. "Dave Silva?" He stepped forward and I knew who would be controlling me for the next four weeks. Dave was tall, and dark. His straight black hair was pulled back into a pony. His cheeks were high, and his nose had an aquiline hook to it. He looked to be Indian, and I had a flash of us playing out the story 'Last of the Mohecians' for a moment. Before she stood up, Becky leaned down and whispered in my ear. "Oh, you're so lucky, Karen - Dave was my master two years ago. You'll really like this - he really knows how to *dominate* you, and not with the paddle, either. He and I have been going steady ever since, except for rush month last year. Enjoy him - I know I do!" I scampered up to the table on my hands and knees, the first worm of doubt working into my mind - I was going to be the sex slave of someone ELSE'S boyfriend? I wasn't so sure if I wanted to do that. But then his girlfriend had already given me her blessing and was now handing me off to him! It was going to be an interesting month... * * * "And you're falling asleep!" "Am not," I retorted, yawning. We had finished supper, washed up, and were lounging on the living room couch while she recounted her past to me. "I was just in a trance-like state; focused completely on your story and expending all my energies in visualising it in my head." "Sometimes I think you bullshit better than I do; c'mon, sleepyhead. Let's go to bed and I'll rock you to sleep, telling you of what else happened that day." Karen sat up and stretched. "Oooooh, I think my actual time with Dave had better wait until tomorrow - I'm pretty tired myself." "N'kay" I mumbled, willing to admit mutual exhaustion. fin de troisieme ============== Author's Postscript: (if any) <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. The post was sent as an email attachment and has been converted by ASSTR ASSM moderation software. ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+