The Pledge

Eighteen-year-old Denise Thomas was still a bit awestruck at being at the same university her mother and grandmother had attended, the place was huge, and she found she wasn't the only incoming freshman getting lost even with a map. She spotted a sorority house, Alpha Gamma, as she came around a corner of a building. Her mother and grandmother were both members of that sorority, both told her to join as well. So, she was now crossing the street to go up the front stairs. She hoped they would be able to help her during her freshman year as promised by her relatives.

At the door, she introduced herself, the sorority sister simply staring at her. Another girl pushed her aside, grinned, and told her to get inside. Denise walked in, the stately house still looking like it had money, even if it was updated from twenty years ago when her mother was here.

She was brought into a room where four girls were reading from notebook screens, all looking up at her entrance. The girl showing her in gave Denise's name and left. A girl in her twenties stood up and came over to shake her hand.

"Welcome, Denise. I would have thought you'd be here next week when pledging started, but you seem eager to join."

"Um, not really. I'm looking for the science building and found this place. Can you direct me to where it is? I'm trying to find my class locations before the semester starts and all chaos hits me."

"Happy to do so. Let's get your pledging paperwork out of the way. Most is filled in, but you still need to review and amend as needed."

Denise looked a bit confused, the girl shaking her head.

"You're third generation, you get an automatic in as long as you pass pledging and such. Once in, you don't have to wait for the perks, you get them right away. As to helping you around here, you'll have a guide showing you to your classes and making sure you have what you need for each one. Once you learn your way around and what is going where and crap like that, you won't need a guide. Still, we are always here for helping if you need it, be it friends, advice, subject clarifications. We've all taken the courses you are signed up to take so we can help clarify or find someone who can."

"Um, thanks."

In twenty minutes she was signed as a pledge, shown the science building and where the room was and escorted to her dorm room. A few days later, the dorm matron came to inform her to pack, she was moving out of the door room. Denise did so, shocked to find two sorority sisters there to guide her to the sorority house where she was informed, the university was allowing her to be instead of the dormitory.

It seemed weird to her, freshmen were required to be in the dorms, yet she was allowed to live off-campus simply because she pledged to Alpha Gamma Sorority. She soon discovered it got even weirder than a few simple changes to university rules.

There were six pledges in the room, the large front room where several of the sisters were gathered, a meet and greet as it were. Questions were asked, answers given, all of them experienced at the education process. The problem was that there were only four slots available, none mentioning Denise held one of them if she passed. If she didn't pass, she was assured her mother insisted failure was not an option.

The drinks flowed, the refreshments were simple yet tasteful, Denise finding she was enjoying the comradeship of the sisters. She didn't drink alcohol, informed none of the pledges were allowed to get drunk, but she soon found herself fighting to stay awake. It was like she was ready to party one minute and needed a soft bed the next.

The drapes were closed as the sisters moved around the room, the six pledges standing alone in the center, facing six sisters standing by a wall. One came forward, talking to them, checking their eyes, listening to their breathing before going back with a nod. The woman who greeted Denise that day shifted to look at them.

She talked, Denise aware of it, unaware of what was actually said. She was tired and she barely heard the woman speaking although each word made it into her mind, settled in for them to be used later. All six were given juice glasses of orange juice, all six drained the glasses, got them gathered up and stared at the woman speaking.

All six didn't hesitate to nod when she was done, simply turned and walking into the next room. It was empty except for six paper bags with their names on them. Denise found hers, undressing as the others did, dropping in her phone and ring, watching as another one dropped in several pieces of jewelry while another undid a few hair extensions and dropped those into the bags as well. Soon all were nude, no jewelry, no fake hair or eyelashes, or nothing they weren't born with. As one, they went to the opposite side of the room, lay down and went to sleep. Denise thought it strange they all stripped, Denise not sleeping in the nude ever and not on the floor since she was eight and had been in a sleepover.

Then all the anxiety about this situation melted away, Denise slumbering.

She woke the next morning, dimly aware there was something off about being naked with five other naked girls, all having slept on the floor, so close together, each girl was in physical contact with at least two other girls. Denise moved to find her head was on some girl's thigh, a turn of her head showed the girl trimmed her pussy before realizing another girl's head was on Denise's stomach, the girl's arm across Denise's untrimmed pussy.

As they woke and shifted to sitting positions, the door opened, a sorority sister, dressed in jeans and plaid untucked shirt, entered to offer them all a glass of orange juice, most of the pledges downing the juice glass in one swallow. The sister gathered the empty glasses and left the room, the door left open. All six naked pledges stood up, none speaking, three with very confused looks and three with looks of trying to wake up.

A smiling, bubbly girl came in with a cheery 'good morning'. They all responded with a cheery 'good morning, Miss' without hesitation. She led them out for breakfast, all six discovering they were to eat while still nude, Denise thinking she needed to find her clothes and run back to the dorm. In a dining room, the naked six were offered more orange juice as they entered the room, all taking and drinking as other sorority sisters came and went, all of them fully dressed as they set the table.

"Good morning, pledges."

They looked at the woman from the previous day.

"Good morning, Miss."

Denise blinked. Again? Why were they saying that?

The woman smiled at them.

"Excellent. So glad to see you learning so well and so early. Now, before breakfast, you need to learn the rules of the house. Pledges are, as stated yesterday, the lowest of the low around here."

Denise blinked, really? That was said and she didn't remember?

"As such, you will be paired with three Mistresses for training and evaluation. Names have been drawn so before we eat, you will be called to kneel before those selected to make sure you are worthy. You want to be worthy pledges, don't you?"

"Yes, Miss."

"You want to be good pledges, don't you?"

"Yes, Miss."

Denise blinked. Twice they chorused the reply and each time her pussy did a bit of a spasm. She glanced down to see her nipples were stiffer than before, looked over to see the nipples of the girl next to her were responding the same way. Why was she getting aroused? The woman continued speaking.

"As mentioned yesterday and as per the paperwork you signed and agreed upon, within this house you will either wear what your assigned Mistress desires or be naked such as you are now. You are only responsible to the three Mistresses, not the entire house. Less confusing and better focus on your training with just three and that usually means at least one of them are available to either help you or dominate you."

She held out a hand, palm down, all six pledges going to their knees, Denise's mind trying to tell her something about this being all wrong, but she had to force the thought away as the woman went on speaking. She couldn't miss whatever the woman had to say, it was important to the pledges to listen to those superior to them.

"In the morning, you will crawl to each room of your Mistresses, ask politely what you can do to please them before they get out of bed. How well you ask and, more specifically, how well you carry out the pleasing will get you points. By the end of your pledging time, the top four in points will be sorority sisters. Would you like to be that?"

"Yes, Miss!"

The urgency and intensity of their reply shocked Denise, but the feeling left as she found she was eager to gain points. She had no idea what the pleasing entailed, but she was eager to learn and be trained for her spot.

"Of course, that means you don't eat at the adult table, so we have twelve bowls against the wall. Six bigger ones for your meals, six smaller ones for you to drink from. Once your Mistresses are done eating, you will crawl with them to help them prepare for the day before being allowed to shower and prepare yourself for the day. I suggest, again, that you pick up the pace a bit so you're not late to class."

Denise again had the feeling the woman thought she spoke to them about this before, but her mind still didn't recall it. But again, she must have for it all seemed familiar and agreeable to her.

They were told to stand, legs apart, hands behind their heads, holding their hair to bare their necks. They did as one, as more sisters arrived to stand, looking at the six pledges. Denise thought it odd, but her own body was getting heavily aroused, and she didn't want to say anything to draw attention to the fact she was hoping some guy was around for some fun.

Fully dressed girls, smiling at them, came over to place chastity belts on them, their pussies getting covered and locked behind metal.

"These belts are for reward and punishments. They also allow your Mistresses to know where you are at any given time. Should the app show you are in the men's locker rooms when you should be in class, you will not like how you are forced to run back to class, so be good pledges."

Necklaces were draped over their shoulders and locked into place.

"The necklaces will allow your Mistresses to see and hear what you see and hear. Any signs someone is giving you a bad time and they can send rescue if you need it. All geared to make you safe while attending school as lowly pledges."

"Thank you, Miss."

Denise was still wondering why all six had the same responses as they went back to their knees. Three girls gathered to one spot, called a name, and a naked pledge crawled over to them, meeting the three women who would totally control her during the pledging period.

Denise's name was finally called, she not the least embarrassed about crawling naked to kneel before the three who would dominate and control her. The woman doing all the speaking was one of them. She was a bit embarrassed to know her pussy was leaking onto her thigh, the chastity belt apparently not made to keep moisture in.

There were no classes that day, the six seen crawling around the house, carrying out some order or another, all six finding out providing sexual pleasure was one of the perks of the pledge's world. Denise had never licked a woman before but, once she downed another glass of orange juice to sooth her dry mouth, she found she really wanted some sexual relief of her own, but not allowed if Mistress was needing one. A pledge had to always put their Mistress's needs above their own. If they didn't, they lost points and, well, they were all learning they were desperate to earn points. Even if it meant public humiliation and usage while private humiliation and usage seemed almost like a normal way to have the day.

Denise didn't know how the others handled having three Mistresses, she simply considered the most powerful Mistress to be Mistress One, the middle one to be Mistress Two, and the least powerful to be Mistress Three in her mind. She had no other names for them, knowing they had actual names, but Denise had no allowance to use the actual name. Verbally, they were simply called Mistress.

The day always started the same, the pledge waking, crawling to Mistress One's room, asking how this obedient pledge could serve and please Mistress. This meant either licking pussy or ass, massaging some body part, or just making sure the bathroom had clean towels. Then she crawled to Mistress Two who relished the idea of being the disciplinarian of the trio, pleasing meant licking pussy while being swatted for being too fast or too slow, or whatever reason, if any, was needed.

Mistress Three was a nymph from what Denise discovered. Mistress Three wasn't satisfied being licked to one orgasm like the other two, no, Mistress Three needed two or three orgasms before allowing the lowly pledge to leave to carry on her chores.

Not sure how it worked, but Denise was always guided to the right classroom, always there on time and after class, led to the next class. In her first week as a pledge, she not only had to crawl naked and please her Mistresses, but she was always on time for classes and had time to do class work. As promised her first visit, any question she had was answered by one sister or another. Her grades were up there even if her life was down there.

Life was full of humiliation. Each morning she found her plastic bin with clothes a Mistress selected for her to wear, usually a dress and shoes of some kind. Never underwear, never socks. The dress was always short, Denise aware moving wrong would show the class she wore a chastity belt and nothing else under the dress.

Everything inside the sorority house was monitored. Once a week the belt was removed under supervision, Denise allowed to shave her legs, pits, and optional trimming of her pussy, all while others watched to make sure she didn't masturbate and cum without approval. That was hard, Denise seeming to be aroused all the time.

Worse was when any of the six had to use a tampon, for they had to ask permission to use the tampon. None could just insert or change one, they needed to ask approval for the act. As usual, they were watched as the belt came off, watched as they inserted a tampon in, watched as the plastic came out, all making sure the pledge didn't play with their own clit even by accident. Denise found Mistress Two was always eager to witness the changing, waiting for Denise to not wrap the bloody one well enough before inserting the new tampon.

Even if done right, once the belt was locked back on, Denise would find herself over a lap and spanked by hand or with other objects for whatever problem Mistress Two thought warranted it. If the pledge allowed any blood to fall, that meant more punishment, usually while the pledge had to lick up the offending spot they allowed to fall.

The only issue to Denise outside of the sorority house was Professor Higgins, her statistic professor who spent a lot of time staring at the necklace as if she knew the significance of it. When alone, she simply told Denise what to do, such as clean the whiteboard of the class notes and then leave. Denise had the feeling she knew what the necklace meant and was biding her time to put a use to the pledge provided one of her Mistresses approved the usage, of course.

After Thanksgiving, the pledges were informed they needed ass work. Denise was already licking ass, so she was a bit confused until she discovered it was her ass that needed work. The weather was cooler now, Denise's wardrobe now allowing warm tights on her legs. That was thoughtful in her opinion, she just didn't like they were also crotchless, her bare pussy and ass feeling the cold wind. When it blew in the right direction, it showed a chastity in the front, a dildo in the back, any student or professor able to see what she was.

Which included Professor Higgins, who seemed to smirk when Denise came in and sat in the first row as instructed. She wasn't allowed to cross her legs, but the older professor staring at her legs meant Denise kept her knees tight together. Unless she forgot to do so, getting a smirk from her professor.

Over the holiday break, the pledges were allowed to go home, the problem being they were still wearing the belt, each TSA stop meaning they needed to be hand wand by a female agent who got a full look of both the belt and the dildo. Usually it was a look of disgust at her by the agent, but one smirked as she slapped Denise's naked, dildo filled ass, calling her a good fucking slave.

At home, Denise wore jeans as dresses weren't practical for the weather or activities. Several times she had to make a video or picture for Mistress, sending them within a time frame specified from a text. The weirdest part to Denise, not that she still wore the dildo even if no one would know if she did nor not, but that her mother and grandmother would stare at the necklace and smirk, like as if they knew the symbol of it and why she wore it.

Denise usually felt aroused, once calling Mistress for permission to be released so she could shave her pussy. Mistress said she would send a key to Denise's mother along with instructions of how to use it and to video her daughter doing obedience. Denise changed her mind, Mistress laughing as Mistress hung up.

Unfortunately, the response only made her more aroused, her nipples sending shocks to her pussy when the sweater rubbed against the aroused nubs. The belt would vibrate for no particular reason or pattern, sending her further into arousal, barely with enough time to cool down, but never without some arousal as a constant companion. Then it got worse.

Mistress Two sent a text, letting the pledge know she heard the pledge tried to pull a fast one. Denise had six hours to send a video of her red ass, fresh from a decent spanking. Mistress Two didn't care who Denise had spank her, as long as it was shown on the video as well as the result. After six hours, the pledge would find itself out of favor and in deep shit.

Denise panicked over the order. She tried furiously to think of how to spank herself, but she also needed the alone time where no one would see or hear her doing so. With a houseful of people, and the weather outside not suitable for the act, she was in trouble. She stayed in her room, her arousal leaking onto her leg, her body feeling like it was ready to explode. She looked for anything to use, even her hairbrush, but a trial showed she couldn't do enough at the angle she had.

She heard the footsteps in time to pull her jeans up and snap them before her door opened,

"There you are. You helping with the baking or not?"

"Sure, mom, just give me a moment."

"Why?" the question as her mom looked around the room, saw the hairbrush on the bed, and looked closer at her daughter.

"What's wrong with you? You look flush. You getting ill?"

"No, mom, just a bit warm." Denise wanted to fuck herself silly if at all possible, so she didn't feel like telling her mom she was warm was too much of a lie. She pointed to the sweater she was wearing. "I was just thinking of what I could change into."

"Throw a tee-shirt on, we're baking in the kitchen, not headed someplace fancy."

Mom left, the retreating footsteps heard with the door wide open. Denise changed into a tee shirt, adding a flannel shirt as well before going downstairs.

Two hours later she was back in her room, a spatula and long wooden spoon on the bed. She dropped the jeans, trying again to spank herself but with her mirror reflection she could tell it wasn't pink enough in shade nor enough of her ass was pink. Mistress Two would insist on the correct shade and area based on experience.

Denise sighed, taking a belt out of the closet and used it, the slapping sound being loud, Denise barely getting the jeans in place before her father came down the hall. He was trying to find out where that noise was coming from, Denise shrugging as she seemed to be sitting in a chair, reading a textbook. He left, Denise sighing. Two hours to go and she still couldn't find anything. The belt worked, but it was so loud, it caused her dad to come upstairs to investigate the source. Last thing she wanted was for them to witness her abusing her own ass, particularly since she had a six-inch dildo buried in it.