The Pledge Mistress
Copyright 2006 by EC
EC's Erotic Art & Fiction - http://www.ecgraphicarts.com/

(warnings: erotic discipline, sex between adults, medical fetish, public nudity, 
sexual hazing)

Chapter 24 – Pledge Ken's illusion

Once he was cleaned up, Ken knelt in the pledge room to await further orders. 
Bernadette went upstairs to fetch Lisa, figuring that probably she would want to 
go next. However, given that it already was close to 10:00 p.m. Lisa decided that 
it was time to put Ken to bed and enjoy a good night's sleep in the guest room. As 
much as she wanted to enjoy Ken and encourage Kathleen to enjoy him, Lisa 
figured that a good night's sleep was more important and that her time with Ken 
could wait until Tuesday night.

Lisa approached Tracy, knelt, and requested permission to release Ken and go to 
sleep. However, Tracy had other plans:

"You four are going to sleep, but he's not. Have Pledge Ken go to my room, 
because I'm gonna want to use him before he goes to bed."

"Use him…" Tracy's saying it like he's an appliance, thought Lisa to herself. She 
felt bad for Ken, but knew better than to argue. She replied "yes, ma'am" and 
went downstairs to fetch her ex-boyfriend. Lisa escorted Ken to Tracy, and knelt 
alongside him.

"You are dismissed, Pledge Lisa. Pledge Ken, you will accompany me to my 
room."

"Yes, Pledge Mistress Tracy."

Ken followed Tracy up to her room, not sure what awaited him. He suspected he 
was about to suffer the same sadistic treatment that his companion undoubtedly 
was enduring from Heather, but fortunately what Tracy wanted from him was 
very straightforward. She ordered him to unfold a massage table and cover it with 
a sheet. Meanwhile she stripped off her clothes and jumped on top.

"How much do you know about giving massages, Pledge?"

"I…I did some with Pledge Lisa…"

"OK, then you're doing me. Concentrate on the souls of my feet, my calves, my 
butt, and my neck. I'm gonna want you to give me an orgasm later on, but the first 
thing I want you to do is relax me."

"Yes, ma'am."

As Ken massaged Tracy, occasionally she gave him instructions to press harder or 
change the direction of his strokes. He expected her to tell him when she wanted 
him to move from one part of her body to the next, which she did. He spent over 
30 minutes on the backs of her legs alone, and another 20 minutes on her bottom. 
He was surprised by how thoroughly she wanted her bottom massaged, first by 
having her muscles pressed hard, and then by having her skin stroked and 
caressed. Finally he worked his way up her back to her neck and shoulders, 
spending another 15 minutes on that section of her body.

When Tracy flipped on her back, her attractive body was exposed to Ken in its 
entirety. She wanted him to massage her thighs, arms, and breasts, but she also 
was curious to see if touching her would arouse him. She ordered him to pay extra 
attention to her breasts and lightly touch her nipples until they were erect. Finally 
she ordered him to explore and massage her vulva. She slowly became wet as she 
became aroused, but then surprised him by flipping over on her stomach again.

Tracy wanted additional attention to her bottom. At first what she requested was 
more deep tissue massage, but then she instructed him to begin slapping both 
sides of her bottom in rapid succession using both hands. Ken started gently at 
first, but Tracy told him to slowly increase the force of his slaps and keep 
increasing until she told him to stop.

SLAP-SLAP- SLAP- SLAP- SLAP- SLAP

Ken nervously landed rapid blows as the shade of pink in the Pledge Mistress's 
bottom turned darker and darker from the ongoing barrage of quick smacks. He 
continued for what seemed a very long time, slowly increasing the force of the 
rapid swats. Tracy took a deep breath and held onto the massage table as the 
barrage continued.

SLAP-SLAP- SLAP- SLAP- SLAP- SLAP

Tracy's bottom became quite red, but she held her position and continued to lie 
quietly on the table. It was obvious that she was enjoying the sharp stinging from 
Ken's efforts and wanted the slapping to continue. Her bottom began to swell as 
her skin took on a deep shade of pink and Ken's hands became tired, but still 
there was no sign from her that she wanted him to stop.

Tracy never felt the need to submit herself for physical discipline or face 
reprimand, and under no circumstances would have allowed a partner to strike her 
in anger or with an implement. However, while she was hazed as a pledge she 
discovered that she enjoyed the physical sensation of a stinging bottom. What she 
sought was a nice even burning, spread over her backside as it slowly intensified 
and approached the line between pleasure and pain. She wanted the stinging 
prolonged as much as possible at a very specific intensity, which was why she 
liked her partner to start gently and slowly build up to what she desired. Ken had 
found that ideal level of stinging, and for a very long time Tracy was content to 
lie quietly and enjoy what was happening to her.

SLAP-SLAP- SLAP- SLAP- SLAP- SLAP

"Ohhh…Ohhh…"

Tracy's body broke out in perspiration as she arched her backside, exposing it 
even more to the ongoing barrage of slaps. She reached underneath to massage 
her clitoris. Finally she was stimulated enough to want…

The Pledge Mistress suddenly rolled off the massage table and got on her elbows 
and knees, spreading her very red bottom-cheeks and placing herself on lewd 
display. For the third time that evening, Ken was confronted with the sight of a 
woman's naked backside, but the emotional turmoil he felt was much greater than 
what he had felt when satisfying Bernadette and Cherine. He was deeply afraid of 
the intimidating sorority officer, and he found that fear extremely erotic. What 
made his situation even more erotic was the contrast between her dominating 
personality and the sight of her spanked bottom and submissive posture. Fear 
mixed with sexual arousal as he quickly became hard. He gently touched Tracy's 
wet vagina to stimulate her even more, then grabbed her thighs and pushed in.

Ken thrust vigorously as confused fantasies swept through his mind. He was 
excited by the thought of spanking and entering his fierce companion, but also the 
ongoing physical sensation from his own caning continued to stimulate him as 
well. His fantasies wandered to Jason, then to Lisa, then to himself, and finally 
back to Tracy. When he climaxed, his sexual fantasies were right where they 
started, focused on the person with whom he was making love at the moment.

The normal tension in Tracy's personality subsided somewhat as she climaxed. 
Her muscles were relaxed from the massage, her bottom stimulated from the 
slapping, and her sexual drive temporarily satiated by the pledge's vigorous 
thrusts. She led Ken into the sorority officers' bathroom and into the shower. She 
instructed him to turn on the water and soap her body, making sure that she was 
completely clean. She placed her hands against the wall as she spread her legs and 
ordered him to soap and clean her still-reddish bottom and sweaty vulva. She 
toweled off and ordered him to clean up and return with her to her room.

Tracy quickly put on a pair of shorts and a Four-Beta T-shirt while Ken knelt. 
Once she was seated in an armchair, she returned to her role as Ken's superior.

"Pledge, do you understand why you're here? In my room with me?"

"I…to satisfy your physical needs, ma'am?"

"That's part of it, but there's more. First of all we need to get something straight. 
What we just did, you will keep to yourself. The sorority has an agreement with 
the Triple-A's that if an officer of the sorority requests a favor from a fraternity 
underclassman, that underclassman is not allowed to talk about it. If you ever tell 
anyone about the details of our encounter, you face expulsion from the fraternity. 
Do you understand that?

"Yes, ma'am."

"OK, now let's move on to you. I'd have to admit that Lisa was right about your 
sexual performance. You're pretty good. You certainly satisfied me. Once you get 
going, it's hard to imagine all those hang-ups you're dealing with."

"Uh…thank you, ma'am."

"Now, here's a question for you, Pledge. When you were inside me, what were 
you thinking about?"

"To be honest, my mind kinda wandered…"

"Wandered in what way?"

"I…you know…like…fantasize about different people…and…"

"Did you fantasize about Pledge Lisa?"

"Yes, ma'am. For a little bit…"

"What about me?"

"Yes, ma'am. I was thinking about you too."

"What about Jason Schmidt?"

"Him too, ma'am."

"What about any other guys besides Jason? I mean, right now?"

Ken paused for a moment. He realized he hadn't fantasized about anyone else.

"No, ma'am. It was just Jason."

"Another question. Do you find yourself fantasizing about Lisa and Jason at the 
same time?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Has that ever happened to you before in your life, where you'd fantasize about a 
guy and a girl at the same time?"

"Uh…it happened to me in high school, ma'am. Same thing, really. I was dating 
this girl, but there was a guy on my tennis team (I played tennis in high school), 
who used to wear a jockstrap whenever he played or practiced. He was the only 
guy on the team who wore one. And every day he'd strip down, change into that 
jockstrap, and then go weigh himself and get a drink of water at the fountain. And 
I really wanted to touch, you know, his bare ass. But I never did. I never really got 
the chance. But I thought about him all the time."

"Was he in a relationship with someone else?"

"Yes, ma'am. He was dating a cheerleader. That's why I never said anything."

"OK, now tell me about Jason Schmidt. What was it about him that you liked so 
much?"

Ken thought for a moment. Why did he like Jason so much? To start, Jason was 
very pleasant to look at, with his young face and attractive runner's body, which 
usually was on display. Ken was used to seeing Jason running around naked, 
because he only got dressed if he had to leave the male wing of his dorm's floor. 
Whenever Ken went into Jason's room or ran into him in the bathroom, he was 
sure to find him completely undressed. He had seen Jason uncovered in public 
plenty of times as well, modeling for art classes, speaking at nudist promotional 
events, and above all, during his very public performance winning the previous 
fall's Tri-Alpha nude 10-K run.

During his first year in college, Ken spent as much of his time as he could with 
Jason. What fascinated him was Jason's determination to be naked whenever 
possible. Jason was more than just a nudist; he was something of an exhibitionist 
and loved being naked around other people. At first Ken simply enjoyed looking 
at his friend's body, but as time went on, he became very attracted to him. Ken 
usually took off his clothes in Jason's presence, not because he was a nudist, but 
because eventually he hoped to seduce him.

The problem for Ken was that Jason was totally oblivious. Jason Schmidt was not 
the brightest person he had ever known and had a very passive personality. Had 
they been alone, Ken believed that he would have easily seduced Jason, but 
unfortunately Cecilia Sanchez got to him first. Cecilia needed a boyfriend she 
could control, and found that in Jason. Within days of meeting him, she zeroed in 
on him and completely took over his life. Ken had no hope of fulfilling his hidden 
desire, because Jason's entire existence revolved around keeping his sharp-
tempered girlfriend happy. Apart from that, it seemed that Cecilia rarely let him 
out of her sight and carefully watched anyone around him.

Ken ended up with Lisa for the same reason that Lisa ended up with Ken, by 
default. The couple discovered that Ken's sexual drive was released if he was 
afraid or subjected to physical pain. Lisa knew how to make him afraid, and in 
doing so got really great orgasms out of him. The orgasms were so satisfying they 
were addictive, but at the same time Ken's desire for Jason only increased. By the 
end of the spring semester, he still was making love to Lisa, but fantasizing about 
making love to Jason.

Tracy interrupted him:

"In other words, what happened between you and Jason Schmidt is a repeat of 
what happened to you in high school. You see a sexy guy without his clothes, and 
you want him, but you can't have him. Right?"

A repeat of his experience in high school. Ken hadn't thought about it like that, 
but he realized the Pledge Mistress was right. His experience with Jason mirrored 
what had happened two years earlier with his teammate in the school's locker 
room.

"So, in other words, you've never actually done anything with guys, just 
fantasized about it?"

"Yes, ma'am. Just fantasy…so far, at any rate."

"Another question. Are you attracted to any of the guys in the fraternity right 
now?"

"No ma'am. The only guy I really want is Jason. I'm just hoping he'll come back, 
and maybe…"

Tracy's mouth fell open and she rolled her eyes.

"Hoping he'll come back? What are you talking about? There's no way Jason's 
coming back! Haven't you been following the news? Don't you know what he's 
done?"

"Uh…no, ma'am. Pledge Master Arnold hasn't given us any time for stuff like 
checking the news."

Tracy let out a disgusted sigh and stood up to grab a news magazine sitting on her 
desk. She handed it to Ken. The cover featured the televised image of a well-
dressed middle-aged man with very short hair, under the title:

America's black eye

Ken did not recognize the man in the picture until he read the caption:

Danubian Prime Minister Vladim Dukov

Ken opened the magazine and thumbed to an article featuring a photograph of 
Jason Schmidt speaking into a microphone. Ken read:

Damning evidence: a corporate son seeks atonement for his father's sins 
- Surprise prosecution witness sinks Mega-Town's hopes of acquittal
- MTA suffers a humiliating defeat as coup conspirators are convicted in 
Danubian court
- "It can't get much worse than this. It's going to completely shut us down over 
there."

Ken skimmed the article, which answered his question why Jason and Cecilia had 
left the United States in such a rush in the middle of May. 

According to the article, Jason had traveled to Danube City to testify about 
sensitive information he had snuck out of his father's house in Wisconsin while 
staying there over Spring Break. The purloined items detailed a coup planned 
against the Danubian government sponsored by a group of investors and 
executives from Mega-Town Associates. Apparently it was Jason who first 
alerted Prime Minister Vladim Dukov about the coup, and it was only because of 
his information the scheme failed.

The Danubian military moved against the coup plotters on April 21, only 48 hours 
before the takeover was scheduled to take place. There was no doubt the coup plot 
was a very serious effort to take over the country, because the Danubians captured 
hundreds of mercenaries and local collaborators, three CEO's from the 
corporation itself, piles of stashed weapons, and worst of all, volumes of 
documentation and military maps. The Danubians were quick to scan all the 
documents and dump them on the Internet, to ensure the world knew in detail 
what the U.S. conglomerate wanted to do to their country. The arrests, the capture 
of all those sensitive documents and their release to the public, and the trials of 
the conspirators took place so quickly that the company did not have time to 
effectively counter the disaster.

Jason Schmidt's testimony in the trial was crucial because he was the person who 
connected the evidence captured in Upper Danubia to the original conspiracy in 
the U.S. He openly testified that he was the one who first warned the Danubian 
government and thus was the person who ultimately prevented the coup.

Jason Schmidt might have won the hearts of the Danubians and anyone else who 
disliked Mega-Town's business practices, but he had just made plenty of very 
influential enemies on Wall Street. He single-handedly disrupted a plan worth 
hundreds of millions of dollars, and was responsible for additional financial losses 
resulting from the scandal's fallout. One financial analyst estimated that Jason's 
actions might have cost U.S. corporate investors as much as 20 billion dollars.

"I hope that kid realizes what he's done to the American investment community, 
because he's dead meat. If I were him, I wouldn't be getting much sleep right 
now."

Tracy took back the magazine.

"I think you'd better forget about Jason Schmidt. You'd better forget you ever 
knew him. I can guarantee you won't be seeing him anytime soon, so how about 
moving on?"

For a long time Ken knelt quietly, not sure how to respond. Tracy could tell that 
he was deeply saddened by the news she had just given him. Finally, impatient at 
his prolonged silence, she continued:

"Pledge, I got a question for you. I'm wondering if you were ever really in love 
with Jason Schmidt. I mean the real Jason…the one who testified in Danube City 
and is dating Cecilia Sanchez. Maybe that wasn't the Jason you fell in love with. 
Maybe the Jason you fell in love with is nothing more than an illusion, an 
idealized fantasy that you created for your own psychological needs."

"I…I don't know…"

"That's fine. You don't know. But at least you're willing to admit that's a 
possibility?"

"I 'spose it could be, ma'am. Maybe I didn't know him as well as I thought…"

"Well, that's something for you to sleep on." Tracy glanced at her clock. "It's 
11:15. Almost lights-out."

"Yes, ma'am."

"PLEDGE, STAND-UP!"

With that Ken was released, and his first day at the sorority house came to an end.

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While the female pledges slept in the comfortable beds of the guest room, the 
male pledges and their disgraced Pledge Master slept on the open cots of the 
Four-Beta pledge room. 

The feeling in the room was a combination of fatigue, resignation, and relief. 
What probably was the worst day out of the week had come and gone. The males 
knew that what the women could do to them was restricted by the fact the group 
had to progress with their studies, which meant that they had to have enough rest 
to be alert in their classes. It was true they would fall behind somewhat in their 
homework and term papers, but would be expected to catch up once their 
internment ended and they returned to the fraternity.

With the exception of the pledge under the control of Heather, the young men had 
a very good chance of avoiding any further physical punishment, apart from the 
constant "hurry up" smacks they got on their bottoms. All they had to do was 
obey the whims of their mistresses, which was something they already were 
conditioned to do at the fraternity. For the most part their duties included 
constantly giving full body massages, rubdowns with soap in the shower, foot 
rubs, and oral sex. Some of the women liked having their toes, breasts, or bottoms 
kissed and licked, but the rule was that if a sorority member wanted attention to 
any part of her body; her body had to be thoroughly washed before she 
approached the pledge. Mostly what the women wanted was to have the males 
comfort them and attend to their various physical needs.

A few of the Four-Betas also wanted to use the male pledges for regular sex. The 
women who wanted intercourse were the ones with hidden sexual needs like 
Tracy, were between relationships, or simply wanted a casual orgasm to relax. 
The pledges soon learned that the women who wanted normal sex were in the 
minority, given that most of them were in relationships either with members of 
the fraternity or other members in the sorority. Thus the pledges were able to 
accommodate their mistresses, because obviously a single male would not have 
been capable of having a dozen orgasms every night for six days. Typically the 
Triple A's needed to service two or three women over a 24-hour period, 
something all of them were capable of doing.

Although he was under only five women, Ken expected to be kept very busy. 
Bernadette planned to have sex with him at least once each day and also have him 
massage and perform oral sex on Cherine. Lisa would want sex from him as well, 
and try to get Kathleen to experiment with him. That meant at least two orgasms 
per night, and possibly three. 

As for the Pledge Mistress, Ken suspicion she would want nightly rounds of sex 
turned out to be unfounded. Tracy was satisfied with her experience, but she had 
no desire to climax every night. Tracy figured she would use Ken one more time, 
perhaps during the weekend. Apart from that her attitude was to let her pledges 
have him. 

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Ken had trouble getting to sleep, in spite of being horribly fatigued. His evening's 
experience did nothing to set his mind at ease, because his thoughts raced between 
two women, Lisa and Tracy, and his increasingly vague and confusing thoughts 
about Jason Schmidt. 

Precisely because Jason was so completely out of reach, Ken wanted him more 
than ever. However, Tracy's blunt and stinging words continued to echo in his 
mind:

"I think you'd better forget about Jason Schmidt. You'd better forget you ever 
knew him. I can guarantee you won't be seeing him anytime soon, so how about 
moving on?"

How about moving on? Yes, he had to move on. He could either try to hold onto 
an increasingly distant fantasy, or he could move on. Those were his choices.

Was there anyone in the fraternity who might replace Jason in Ken's desires? 
Would it be possible for Ken to explore that side of himself with another guy? 
Ken thought about it and came up with a surprising answer, no. He had to 
confront a very strange truth, that at least at that point in his life, he was not really 
attracted to other men apart from Jason. Over the past couple of weeks he had 
been touched, bathed, and masturbated by other men, but had not found the 
experience to be nearly as pleasurable as he had anticipated. There was a practical 
exercise coming up the following week that would encourage the pledges to 
explore anal sex, but Ken realized he really was not looking forward to having to 
deal with entering another man or having another man enter him. As for kissing 
another guy, that was not something he really wanted to do, except for Jason.

Out of his confusion, Ken realized that his desire to explore intimacy with other 
guys was limited to Jason Schmidt. He badly wanted to hug Jason, massage Jason, 
kiss Jason, and seduce Jason. But Ken's lust for Jason did not extend to lust for 
other guys. Any desire he felt when looking at any other man's naked body was 
not really desire directed towards the guy he was looking at, but the fantasy of 
Jason morphed into his thoughts.

Ken's mental wanderings moved to the women who surrounded him at the 
moment. He dismissed Bernadette and Cherine, because they did not appeal to 
him in the least. However, much to his surprise, he found the Four-Beta Pledge 
Mistress very desirable. Her dominating personality and know-it-all attitude, 
coupled with her surprisingly submissive style of lovemaking, totally fascinated 
him. To Ken, Tracy was even more fascinating than Lisa, because of the 
contradiction between her behavior in public and her secret sexual tastes. Another 
part of Tracy that fascinated Ken was the seriousness of her personality. There 
was not a hint of playfulness in Tracy, not a hint of anything "extra" in her 
character. Her life consisted of her studies, her position in the sorority, physical 
fitness, and her military obligations. 

Tracy's treatment of Ken fit her overall character and her disdain for "extras" in 
her life. The sexual encounter and the way it took place indicated that she did not 
have time to dedicate to a regular boyfriend. She had sexual cravings, but only 
satisfied them if she could do so without incurring any obligations to her partner. 
It was obvious that she wanted to spend time with Ken for one purpose, to satisfy 
a physical need. There was no hint of any relationship once that need was 
satisfied.

However, as unadorned as Tracy's own emotional life might be, she took a 
professional interest in trying to make people understand their own life 
circumstances and recognize self-defeating attitudes and their resulting behavior. 
Once she was finished satisfying herself with Ken, she wanted nothing more to do 
with him socially, but still took an interest in his confused sexual identity. She did 
not judge him for his treatment of Lisa and desire for Jason, but she did want to 
ensure he realized that Jason had no relevance in his life. She also wanted to make 
sure he began the process of understanding what was his sexual identity and how 
to make his desires a positive part of his existence instead of a negative one.

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As he lay awake, now irritated by the snoring of one of his group mates, Ken 
realized that his sexuality did not fall into any particular category. He certainly 
was not gay, because he felt attraction towards Lisa, and now Tracy. He was not 
really bi-sexual, because he did not feel a general attraction for other guys. His 
sexual craving for other men was limited to three people so far; his tennis 
teammate, Jason, and another classmate in high school who happened to look a lot 
like…Jason, and…also…his teammate.

Suddenly Ken realized he had made a connection between his love interests and 
now understood why his attraction to other guys was very limited. To trigger his 
desire, a guy had to have a very special combination of personality traits, 
appearance, and life circumstances. All three of the guys he liked were thin and 
athletic, had passive personalities, were uninhibited about exposing their bodies, 
and above all, "straight". All three of those guys had girlfriends at the time Ken 
became interested in them. In all three circumstances he fantasized about seducing 
his target and taking him away from his girlfriend. Ken now realized that if a guy 
did not have that combination of life circumstances, he would not be interested in 
him. The problem was that the fantasies were inherently self-defeating, because 
the guys he wanted were precisely the ones he knew he never could have. With 
Jason, Ken was pursuing the impossible, and that was precisely what made Jason 
so desirable. Ken wanted Jason because he knew that he couldn't have him.

As his thoughts dwelled on various girls he had liked (and dated), Ken realized 
that it also took a precise combination of characteristics to make him interested in 
a woman. She had to be very tall, athletic, studious, serious, and not silly or 
rowdy. Above all, she had to be intimidating. He had to fear her and respect her to 
be attracted. That explained a lot. For example, it explained why Ken felt no 
interest in Bernadette and Cherine, even though most men would find them very 
attractive. According to his tastes, they were too short. Apart from that, 
Bernadette's rowdy playfulness and Cherine's shyness were big turn-offs. Those 
two freshmen were not serious and intimidating like Lisa and Tracy. It also 
explained why Ken found Tracy somewhat more desirable than Lisa. Tracy 
matched Ken's ideal woman in her purest form, because her no-nonsense 
character was even more extreme than that of Lisa.

There was one significant difference between Ken's desires for potential male and 
female partners. His relationship with Lisa and his encounter with Tracy made 
him realize that his sexual taste in females could be satisfied. The combination of 
what he wanted in a male made the fantasy completely unattainable. It also 
explained why Ken failed to appreciate his relationship with Lisa as he dwelled 
on his fantasy with Ken. Lisa was part of his daily routine, while Jason was 
distant enough to allow Ken to idealize him.

Because he had enjoyed a sexual encounter with her, in one way Ken already had 
fulfilled part of his fantasy with the Four-Beta Pledge Mistress. However, she had 
asked him to make love to her precisely because she wanted sex, not any type of 
commitment. From the outset Ken understood that, as a partner, Tracy was every 
bit as unattainable as Jason. Still, image of her stern face, lovely body, and 
spanked bottom was burned into his mind and his fantasies. He fervently hoped 
that he could make love to Tracy at least one more time before his internment 
ended.

That was progress for him, because for the first time in several months Ken's 
thoughts were not focused on Jason Schmidt.

