Leslie's Initiation

Leslie was scared. She had no idea where she was or where she was going for that matter. The last thing she remembered was looking up from her bed in her dorm room and seeing six figures all dressed in black standing over. They held her down while one of them drugged her.

"This one's starting to come out of it," she heard a voice shout.

"You know what to do then," another voice replied. Leslie didn't have the time to scream out as she felt the needle jab into her thigh.

The next time Leslie came to she could tell that she was no longer moving. She still had on the blindfold and her arms were bound behind a chair.

"Hello," she called out. Can anyone hear me?" A woman's voice spoke up after a very long pause.

"Congratulations."

"Congratulations. For what."

"For being selected to join an elite society know as the Red Rose."

"The Red Rose," Leslie repeated under her breath. She couldn't believe it. Never in her life did Leslie think she would be chosen for a club such as that. Even though the Red Rose was the main reason she had chosen to attend the University of New Orleans she didn't expect to be chosen for it because of her family background.

"Do you know what the Red Rose is Leslie?

"Yes I do. I heard that it was a society that granted its members whatever there hearts desire was. It was the main reason I chose the University of New Orleans. I didn't think they chose freshman though."

"Normally we don't but you were recommended to us by another member."

"Who?"

"You'll find out in all due time. Let's just say we have been watching you and we know all about you. Believe me when I say that we know more about you then you know about yourself."

Leslie felt a hand slide up her thigh. The soft touch instantly took Leslie's breath away.

"You like that don't you. Just nod. Leslie did as she was told. We know that both men and women turn you on. Leslie I am about to ask you some questions and I won't you to answer them honestly remember I know everything there is about you."

"O.K. What do you want to ask me?"

"When you were a freshman in high school what was the name of your favorite teacher?"

Leslie smiled.

"Stacy Doran."

"You had a crush on her didn't you."

"Yes. It was the first time that I had started thing about women in sexual matter. There was something about Mrs. Doran that just turned me on.

"You did something about it didn't you Leslie."

"Yes I did. One day in class I decided to tease her a little bit by spreading my legs for her. She caught me and ask me to see her after school. She gave me a sample of what to expect then drove me to her house. I called my parents and told them I was spending a night at a friends house. That night she taught me things that I had never even dreamed of. I t was the best night of my life."

"Your teacher also introduced the art of bondage to you that same you. Did you like it?"

"In a way yes."

Silence filled the room for a few minutes. Leslie then felt soft kisses behind her neck. God those kisses felt so good she wished she knew who was doing this. Slowly their hands glided up her body until they found her medium sized breasts. Wrapping her hands around them the mysterious woman begin to squeeze the tips of Leslie's nipples being squeezed. Leslie cried out.

"Can you guess what your initiation is going to be Leslie? The woman continued squeezing the tip of her nipples. That's right baby you're going to be my slave. For the three days I am going to have my own private little blonde play toy to do whatever I want to. Leslie you're about to find out just how much your pain threshold is."

Suddenly Leslie didn't want to be in the Red Rose any more.

To be Continued...