That night, I received another e-mail, this one originating from the Russian Department.
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Congratulations! You have passed your physical. And you are invited to submit yourself for formal application for membership into the White Vampyres Club. For your Application Ceremony this Friday, eat lightly and dress casually. Be at 734 Elm Street promptly at 7 PM. Starting Wednesday, you are to begin taking your blue diamond shaped pills, once in the morning and once at night so that by Friday, you will have taken a total of 6. Give yourself a very thorough enema just before the ceremony. And don't forget to bring your collar. Remember, you are not to discuss this with anyone.
Apprehensive, yet eager to see what Friday would bring, I was distracted in my classes. I couldn't seem to concentrate, and I was fortunate that I didn't have any major exams.
Thursday morning, I awoke with a raging erection that wouldn't wilt. Embarrassed walking around campus with a log in my pants, I kept at least one hand jammed into my pocket to try to hide it, but I don't think I was very successful. Students kept glancing at me, whispering to each other, so I avoided going out unless it was absolutely necessary for the rest of the week. By the time Friday night came, my cock felt like a cannon, primed and ready to explode.
I'd shaved twice and given myself a very awkward enema, and dressed in my loafers, loose slacks, a polo shirt and a jacket. Using both hands stuffed in my pants, I tried to hide the persistent tent in my pants as I hurried across campus. Another note was taped onto the door, nearly identical to the first one.
"The door is unlocked. Inside you will find a chair with a blindfold, a robe and a pair of sandals. Take off all your clothes, put on the robe and sandals, and fasten the collar loosely around your neck and the blindfold securely around your head."
The only difference was that I wore the leather collar from the beginning. After stripping and carefully folding my clothes, I wrapped the sandals around my ankles, the robe around my torso, and the collar around my neck before fastening the blindfold in place. Nervously, I waited a few minutes before I heard a car park in the gravel driveway, and then two doors open and close. The back door swung open and two sets of feminine hands took my arms and guided me down the hallway, outside and into the car, with my escorts climbing into the back seat with me. Once again, not a word was spoken as we drove out of town.
I presumed I was being driven to the same location since it seemed to take about the same amount of time, and all the sounds were familiar. As we drove, I was very conscious of the feminine thighs pressed against mine, and my cock began to thicken. By the time we arrived, I was nearly fully erect.
Clutching the robe tightly around me, I was escorted inside and into the small changing room, my jutting cock bobbing energetically beneath the thin robe. They left me alone for a few minutes and my hard-on started to subside. As the door opened, I caught a whiff of the spicy perfume as she entered.
"Good evening, Bill. Open your robe, and show me your penis."
Swallowing, I obeyed and unbelted the cotton robe, holding it wide. Thick and heavy, my cock projected out away from between my thighs, but still pointing down toward the floor. In the silence that followed, my cock rose, jerking and twitching under her gaze, swelling and growing longer, stretching out toward her. I could hear her breathing. And as she stepped closer, I could feel the heat from her body.
"Your penis seems to be excited about tonight's ceremony. That's good, yes, it's very good that you're eager and becoming erect. But you do understand that you will not ejaculate tonight, right?"
I nodded, finding it difficult to speak.
"Answer me when I ask you a question.'
"Yes Ma'am, uh - or should I call you 'Mistress'?"
There might have been a smile in her response. I couldn't tell.
"Either is fine. During the ceremony, the Club members will examine you, you and your body. They will touch and caress you. Like this."
When she slid her fingertips across my chest, I was prepared, holding my breath as she explored my torso, cupping my pecs, tweaking my nipples, running her fingers down my abdominals. I could feel my now fully erect cock bobbing up and down. Gliding lower, she ran her fingertips just above my raging erection, caressing the smooth skin.
"It's so much nicer without any hair."
Stroking my lower abdomen, at the very base of my protruding cockshaft, she continued.
"Tonight, the sisters will squeeze and fondle this penis of yours, just like this."
As she circled the base of my straining stalk, I caught my breath. Gripping me firmly, she squeezed once, and then twice. It felt just as wonderful as the first time. Then, she began to slide her fist up and down the length of my swollen pole, slowly increasing the pressure with each stroke.
"It feels good, doesn't it?"
I swallowed before I answered.
"Yes, Ma'am."
She paused to wrap her other hand around my bloated log before resuming her steady pumping of my rigid cock.
"But no matter what they do to you and your penis, or however urgent you might feel, you are not to ejaculate. Do you understand, Bill?"
I swallowed again, feeling a tingling in my balls as I replied. Her double fisted jacking of my hard-on was getting me close.
"Yes Ma'am, uh - Mistress. I understand. No matter what."
She gave my stiff pole one last pump with both fists before letting go. As it jutted out from between my thighs, I could feel my stiff cock tremble from her abrupt release.
"Excellent. Now, close your robe and tighten the belt."
After I followed her instructions, she gently took my shoulder and guided me out of the room and down the hallway, my swollen cock wobbling beneath the thin cotton. Entering what seemed to be the much larger room, she led me up some the steps and onto a raised platform, my boisterous hard-on bouncing off my thighs with each step. Leaving me to face the unseen audience, she let go of my shoulder and addressed the assembly.
"Sisters, Dr. Sam has examined tonight's applicant, and Bill has passed his physical with flying colors. Tonight, he is making his formal submission for membership into the White Vampyres Club, and will offer his body for each one of you to examine."
An excited murmur passed through the assembled Club members.
"Bill, take off your robe and present your body."
With only the slightest hesitation, I unbelted the robe and let it fall to the platform. As I clasped my hands on top of my head and slid my sandaled feet apart, I could feel my erect cock throbbing proudly before me, jerking and twitching under the warmth of the lights. After several moments of silence, Mistress came forward, sliding something across the wooden floor.
"Now turn around and offer your back to Club. Lean on this bar as necessary."
Again, I followed her instructions, allowing her to take my hands and steer them onto a metal bar parallel to the platform. Cool to my touch, it felt like aluminum.
"Spread your feet apart."
Leaning lightly against the bar, I obeyed, shuffling them until they were wider than my shoulders. Two pairs of hands fastened what felt like soft leather restraints around my ankles, keeping my legs spread well apart. I could feel the heat from Mistress' body as she came to stand next to me.
"Come, Sisters. Come up onto the stage and examine this applicant's male body."
I could hear the click, click, click of high heels as they approached the stage, the first one mounting the steps to stand behind me. Holding my breath, I waited. As she ran her soft fingertips over my shoulders, I shivered, feeling her delicate touch as she slid both hands lightly down my back, grazing my skin until she reached my bare ass. Cupping my buttocks, she just held them in her palms.
Standing beside me, Mistress Shannon leaned closer to whisper in my ear, her distinctive perfume filling my nostrils.
"Bend over, Bill. Relax and let her explore you."
Taking a deep breath, I leaned against the metal bar and shoved my hips backwards, forcing my ass deeper into her grip. Imperceptibly at first, she began to squeeze, gradually increasing the pressure until she was massaging me quite vigorously. Releasing my right cheek, she let her fingers trail into the valley between while using her other hand to hold them apart. I held my breath as she teased me, her fingertips tickling my skin, gliding over my crinkled hole. Stopping to gingerly tap the crevice, once, twice, three times, she moved lower, slipping her hand between my spread thighs until she brushed the underside of my hanging balls.
She was gentle as she fondled my balls, almost like she was petting a kitten, resting her other hand casually on my upturned ass cheek. When she released me and pulled away, I was surprised. I thought she was going to do more. Her heels clicked on the wooden platform as she walked a few steps behind me. Mistress leaned close.
"Very good, Bill. Hold your position for the next sister."