"OK. I'll ask her. She will have to help cook if she wants to eat, though!"
Suzanne laughed. "She's an incredible cook, absolutely world class. That won't be a problem." I decided to talk to my Mom and check it out first.
Friday afternoon went very quickly, the exams were fine, and suddenly I was back in 'full race' dating mode. I had about three hours before it was time to pick up Millicent, and Lara had already assured me that there would be enough supper to keep even two 'machines' like Suzanne and me fully filled up, so I took a nap. I was feeling smug that I had truly 'left it all out on the field' as far as my classes were concerned, and I was really looking forward to 'leaving it all in the girls' this weekend. When my alarm went off, I brushed my teeth, grabbed the paper bag that contained the props that Suzanne had prepared for use with Millie, and whistled happily as I walked to the Bi Phi house.
Millicent Hathaway was on the porch of the sorority house 45 minutes early. She couldn't help herself. She hadn't been this excited when she was debutante three years ago, but that occasion had been more for her mother than for her. She had thought about nothing else but this weekend adventure since Wednesday night. She was wearing the outfit Suzanne had specified, and it looked just like the one she had worn to church school in the eighth grade, and it made her wet. She had her first two crushes that year, one on a ninth grade football player, a tall guy that was way ahead of his peers on the testosterone schedule, complete with the need to shave, a very deep voice, and muscles. She wanted him to pick her up, grab her ass, kiss her and never put her down. Her second crush was her music teacher, Miss Granot, who was in her late twenties. She wanted Miss Granot to sit on her face and make Millicent lick her pussy. It was so nasty and it made her so hot that she almost couldn't stand it. By Christmas break, she wanted both of them at the same time, and her dreams reflected it, but none of those fantasies had ever come true.
Millicent's grandfather was a storied Texas oil man, worth several hundred million. His son in law, Millicent's father, was determined to make more money on his own than his father in law ever had. He was an architect who built a real estate empire of shopping centers, apartment buildings, and office buildings, renting out each property he built and then borrowing to build or buy yet another. His timing was perfect and as the 'Sun Belt' economy grew his properties' valuations soared and he sold some off to pay off his loans and suddenly owned more than $1B of real estate free and clear, collecting millions in rent each month. Millicent laughed when people used the term 'helicopter dad' because to her it meant a dad that was always out flying around in a helicopter looking at property, instead of spending time with his daughter. Her mother had been raised for one career – head of the Junior League and best dressed woman at the country club. She spent all her time on it, not with Millicent. Millie was essentially raised by her grandmother and their maids, and spent more time with them than both of her parents combined. She somehow knew her mother and father didn't really love her, and she wasn't sure her grandmother did either. She was an only child and an only grandchild, and was as spoiled as spoiled could be, and almost never even heard the word 'no'. But when she was four something happened that remained the most enduring emotional memory of her life. She was walking with her grandmother on a shopping trip in Houston, and was being oppositional for its own sake, as four year olds are wont to do. She kept pulling away from holding her grandmother's hand, running to look at anything that interested her, and her grandmother would scold her, but not really do much else.
Finally she jerked away and ran towards the busy street, and almost certainly would have been killed if a passing stranger had not grabbed her just before she stepped off the curb. Her grandmother was livid. "You are going to get your first whippin' when we get home young lady!" Millicent thought it was just another idle threat. It was not. When they got home, Grandma did not fix lunch as Millicent was expecting. "No lunch for you. When you disobey me and run out into the street, you get a whippin' instead!" Grandma has been raised old school, and she went out to the yard with some shiny pruning shears and came back with three switches cut from trees. "Pick your switch, you bad girl!" she told Millicent. Still not comprehending, Millicent tauntingly picked the longest one. "Good choice!" Grandma said. She made Millicent take down her skirt and panties and lean over a chair, pushing her and holding her down when she hesitated. She had never experienced anything like this, and she was embarrassed and humiliated. But then Grandma went crazy and whipped her ass, counting out twenty strokes, each preceded by a little motivational phrase about how little girls should mind their Grandma. Millicent thought that the first one was more than she could possibly endure, and by the third one she was praying to God that it would stop. After the tenth she was in another world, with adrenaline and hormones surging through her system, and crying her eyes out, which she almost never did. Grandma was crying just as much. After the final stroke, Granma gathered Millicent up in her arms and rocked her as she cried. "I am so sorry baby but you can't disobey me like that. I love you and I couldn't bear it if you got hurt!" They rocked together for more than an hour, and Millicent went to sleep in Grandma's arms, suddenly certain that somebody truly cared about her. She would never forget that, both consciously and unconsciously.
When I got to the Bi Phi house, Mei Ling was standing with Millicent on the porch. Mille was dressed as directed, in a schoolgirl outfit with a white blouse and tartan skirt and her hair in pigtails. She had also been instructed to begin a liquid diet yesterday at lunch, but was left to speculate as to why. As I approached, Mei Ling said "I think I am envious of Millie's weekend!" and looked at me expectantly.
All of my words and actions from now until Sunday night were calculated to have a maximum effect on Millicent, so I said "She is a complete slut, Mei Ling, and she knows it, but she is inexperienced. She does not yet know what she is capable of, but she will soon learn to serve me well indeed! From this moment forward, her life will never be the same."
Millicent starred at me dumbfounded, and Mei Ling looked at me really funny, like she could not decide whether to laugh or take me seriously. I ignored her, and slipped a collar around Millie's neck, and bound her arms behind her so swiftly she was trapped before she knew it. I pulled the blindfolding leather hood over her head and zipped it up securely. Millie began breathing harder. I reached up under her skirt with a pair of plastic covered safety scissors and literally cut off her panties, and then reached under her blouse and took off her bra, handing them both to Mei Ling. She could not help but notice that the panties were already very fragrant, and her eyes got wide as saucers. I had already talked to Cisco, and Mei Ling had a few surprises of her own coming up this weekend.
"Do you want to feel this bitch's nipples before I clip them, Mei Ling?" Her face turned pale, and then bright red. "Do you want to feel her wet slut cunt before I take her away for her training?" Mei Ling almost fell down, but did not reach for Millie. I put two clips on Millie's nips, pulled her blouse back down over them, and then snapped my leash to Millie's collar and walked away, tugging her along roughly. Mei Ling stood frozen, gawking at us until we disappeared around the corner at the first turn toward Lara's building. I was taking a circuitous route so Millie would not know exactly where she was going, and three blocks away from the Bi Phi house I took a detour down a narrow alley between two commercial buildings, shoving Millie up against the wall, and grabbing her ass roughly. I slipped my hand low and in between her legs and discovered she was already dripping.
"What a slut you are! Does it make your little pussy wet to know that anyone who walked by could smell you now?"
She gasped and coughed. Every time she moved, the blouse moved the clips and she got stimulated. I gave her a very rough kiss, and then dragged her on down the street. We walked by a construction site, and I slowed down until the workers noticed her, and she heard them whistling at her. I lifted her blouse and they whistled even louder. She almost fell to her knees. But I dragged her on. We circled Lara's building several times, passing by numerous people on the street. Two young guys turned and said loudly "Damn! Look at that!" and Millicent groaned, way down deep in her throat. In the alley behind Lara's I pushed her against the wall and took flash pictures of her with my phone, ordering her to lift up her blouse and then her skirt. She was mortified. Her Suzie was also singing like a flock of songbirds.
We ducked into Lara's building by the side entrance, and took the elevator up to Lara's floor, unfortunately seeing no one else along the way. Suzanne and Lara were waiting just inside the door, and began to play their parts. "Is this our new little bitch? I do hope she is housebroken!" The girls quickly stripped off her clothes, and took her into the bathroom for a little enema party. I sensed humiliation and excitement Suzie signals through the door. They emerged from the bathroom with Millie down on all fours, said "Heel, bitch!" and walked up her up and back, making her heel with tugs on the leash. "This one has potential, but she will need sharp corrections!"
Lara reached down and caressed Millie's ass a bit. "Look at this ass Suzanne, it looks pretty good. She is a wet little slut, though, what a drippy pussy! Lara licked her middle finger and touched Millie's little rosebud. "Look at that cute little asshole!" With no fanfare, she slipped her finger into Millie's ass. Millie groaned and quivered. "Oh, she does have a tight little ass. Master will take that like Sherman took Georgia!" She giggled wickedly as Millicent sobbed.
