Free The Submissive Sorority Girl by Edward Laste

Return to School

    It was good to be back at school, and even
better to be returning debt free. Taking a year to pay off my debts
by becoming a bondage model and servant for a rich Master was well
worth it. Heck, I made more in the year working for him than I did
in the rest of my young life combined.
    Some of my friends had finished school and
left to enter the workforce, but enough remained that I felt like
I’d never even left. I even got back into my sorority and was able
to claim my old room without any arguments.
    Everything was pretty good, except for one
small problem; I found myself both extremely bored and extremely
horny. My last year had been a sexual eye opener for me. Hardly a
day went by when I didn’t have at least one orgasm, usually in
combination with some delightful bondage.
    I found myself using the parting gifts from
my old Master and employer at every available chance. Those gifts
being some high quality restraints and some of the best vibrators
on the planet. I slept in self-bondage at least two or three nights
a week, absolutely hating it when I couldn’t for one reason or
another.
    One night I screwed up and took the wrong
keys to bed with me and was unable to free myself in the morning. I
thought I’d die out of embarrassment when I was discovered by my
sorority sisters, and teased that they might keep me like that for
a few days.
    They freed me after taking a few pictures,
but rather than spreading word of my kinky hobby around campus,
they had something totally different in mind. It changed all of our
lives forever, and boredom ceased to exist.
    Apparently I wasn’t the only one with an
interest in bondage, and as a group, they wanted to learn all I
could teach them. I could hardly wait.
    ***

    “So you really gave yourself over to a real
Master?” Darla asked, her face flushed and her eyes like saucers.
“What was it like?”
    “It was pretty fucking weird at first,” I
admitted. “His other girls would wander around half naked most of
the time, and when they did wear something, it was usually designed
to keep them restrained.”
    “Did he make you have sex with him?”
    “No, at least not until I indicated I was
both willing and actually wanting it. After that he’d occasionally
play with me, but most of his attention was focused on his
‘special’ girls. They were the true submissives and would
instantly do anything he asked.”
    “That kind of lifestyle sounds so damn hot,
I’m wet just imagining myself in your place.”
    “Why settle for just imagining it? If you
want to really know, come to my room in five minutes, naked
and willing to submit to my control.”
    She looked stunned and simply sat there as I
went up to my room. I thought it would be even odds if she had the
nerve to join me like I asked, but I hoped she would. I was more
than a little excited about trying to be on top for once; it might
even be better than my self-bondage sessions.
    I didn’t have the range of supplies my old
Master did, but there was enough stuff I could make do with. I had
my set of leather cuffs for wrists and ankles, ball gag and ring
gag, two vibrators, two different sizes of butt plugs, and several
pieces of rope.
    I also had some stuff I could jury-rig into
service, like my silk scarves or the belt from my bathrobe. I put
everything out on the bed so she’d have an idea of what she was
really getting into… if she showed up to go through with it.
    I shouldn’t have doubted. She showed up near
the end of my five minute time limit, but she did show, and after
shucking her robe, stood there naked and flushed. I had her sit on
the bed while I described the items I’d be using, went over the
ground rules a sub needed to follow, and explained the use of a
safe word.
    I gave her one last chance to back out, and
when she declined to leave I went into full Domme mode on her.
    “On your knees,” I commanded.
    To her credit she didn’t hesitate for more
than a second before