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{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.


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