Denise Thomas walked into the sorority house, her body humiliated and aroused as she returned from the winter break. It was bad enough her mother spanked her ass to let Denise obey a command from one of her three Mistresses, but one of them spent the return day testing the range of the chastity belt she was locked into. It went off several times, low vibrations to be quiet, but long enough to cause her already aroused body to seek peaks of satisfaction in the middle of the TSA line. A line where she had to have yet another female agent wand her, yet again exposing her wearing a chastity belt as well as a dildo in her ass while traveling. Again, in view of the disgusted look from the agent, she had to remove the dildo to prove it wasn't even battery operated before reinserting it back into her ass.
Winter break over, she was again a pledge at Alpha Gama Sorority, again the lowest of the low as she carried her suitcase inside. Her fellow sisters greeted her, but none offered to help her. She was just a pledge, if she passed the hazing, they would help her but as a pledge, it was up to Denise to handle the grunt work.
Denise and the other five pledges were all freshmen at the university, all in the same humiliating situation. Putting her clothes away, the suitcase away, she stripped, crawling on all fours around the sorority house seeking any of her three Mistresses, the sisters who owned and controlled the pledge until such time as the hazing ended. She just had no idea although her mother indicated it might be for the entire freshman year.
Finding Mistress Three, Denise crawled over to her, kneeling up, eyes down, hands up while rest on her naked thighs. All she wore were the chastity cage over her needy pussy, her dildo in her ass that was in there during all her flights back to the university, and the necklace locked around her neck, allowing any of her three Mistresses to see and hear what she saw and heard.
Mistress Three, as Denise expected, wanted her pussy licked until she was satisfied. Of course she did, Mistress Three was never satisfied with a screaming orgasm, she needed two or three more before the pledge was done licking her.
All the pledges had three Mistresses, making it simple as having to obey all the sorority sisters was considered too confusing for the pledge who would get conflicting commands to follow. Three allowed better communication as well as ensuring at least one Mistress was available to harass and embarrass the pledge at any given time.
Denise could only call her Mistresses by the title of Mistress. In her mind, she had Mistress One, the most powerful of the three, the only one who had full authority over Denise. Mistress Two could do what she wanted with the pledge but couldn't prevent her from not obeying Mistress One. Which was fine with Denise since Mistress Two loved to do the discipline with bondage and spankings for whatever Mistress Two perceived as a punishable offense. Mistress Three, the one now achieving a second orgasm, could not override any command from Mistress One or Mistress Two. It didn't seem to matter, as all she ever wanted was the pledge to lick pussy with enthusiasm and respect. Since Denise had never seen a pussy up close let alone lick one back in September, now in January, she was considered to be quite talented in that area. Not just pussy, she was also now well versed in licking an ass, including probing a tongue into an ass hole which so far, thankfully, had been stretched by dildos so she could fuck her tongue in and out as required.
Denise didn't think of being a slave or pledge who was a slave when she went to join the sorority her mother and grandmother both belonged to. At the initial meet and greet all six pledges found themselves with wooly minds after drinking something and after a few more drinks found themselves eager to show how submissive they could be. Every morning they had orange juice, their minds being open to any suggestions, open to be happy and eager to obey the suggestions. Another glass of orange juice and their bodies because sexually aroused apparatuses, eager to prove they wanted more of those drinks and suggestions.
Now, Denise as well as the other five, considered it normal to be naked inside the house, crawling instead of walking, always under supervision. They needed permission from a Mistress to use a bathroom, to shower or shave, even to change out a tampon. All acts usually were in a public room, sometimes a dozen sorority sisters on hand to see how a pledge changed out their own tampon without dripping any menstrual blood on the floor or anywhere for that matter.
On winter break, Denise, not having worn underwear since the beginning, ignored the release of being able to wear panty and bra but went without because it seemed weird to wear it. She could wear pants if she wanted, but while traveling, she wore dresses as it was easier to shift the dildo in and out of her ass on her scheduled times. At home, she wore jeans as the weather wasn't good for skirts or dresses, but now she crawled naked from the room, a satisfied Mistress happy with her third orgasm.
Her face covered with drying juice, she crawled to her assigned box, finding textbooks for her two new classes she was taking this semester as well as the class syllabus. During a free time this afternoon she walked the campus to make sure she had the locations in mind as the university had a lot of buildings and not all were well marked. If she didn't have a sorority sister as a guide during her first semester, she'd be late for almost all her classes as it took her a week to keep track of where the next class was and how soon she could make it there.
Returning to the sorority house, she stripped and crawled to the kitchen where her bowl was empty, so she lapped at the water bowl. She was getting hungry but none of her three Mistresses had the chance to put food in her bowl. Denise sighed as she crawled away, listening to the giggles of sorority sisters who were eating and talking in the kitchen. They didn't bother to offer Denise anything, aware the pledge wasn't allowed to eat anything unless permitted by a Mistress, either from the bowl or a treat dropped to the floor.
She was in the pledge room, the room with no furniture the six pledges were allowed to sleep and study, reviewing the first few chapters of her assignment when Mistress Two arrived, using a belt to smack Denise in the ass. She looped the belt around Denise's neck.
"Let's go, pledge, time to see what you forgot during your home visit."
Led by the leash, Denise crawled quickly as Mistress Two walked quickly and any slowness by the pledge meant punishment. Mistress Two was going to punish the pledge anyways, but Denise learned early on not to give her a reason to do more. No matter how much a punishment hurt, Mistress Two would happily make it hurt worse.
Crawling into a room, two other pledges were already in bondage, both with pink colored asses. Neither pledge looked up when Denise crawled in, all familiar with being punished with onlookers, all familiar how any mess up meant more punishments because there were witnesses. Mistress Two loved it when Denise messed up in front of witnesses, for it allowed her all the more reason to do what she loved. From Denise's understanding, if allowed Mistress Two would go full sadist on a pledge, but Mistress One had forbidden that much pain and possible injury.
Mistress One.
She was a happy woman who treated the lowly pledge like it mattered. Unlike Mistress Two who loved to put the pledge into bondage and take a crop to her, or Mistress Three who only wanted her orgasms and would tell Mistress Two if the pledge didn't worship the pussy with enough adoration to make Mistress Three cum a few times, Mistress One was the sane one, the one who made sure the pledge had time to study, to do lab work, to be where the pledge needed to be for her education. In the house, to serve her, the pledge might have to lick her to an orgasm or massage her body all over, or just play a small game of fetch as Mistress One would toss a pencil across the room for the pledge to bring back. There was no stated rule, but Denise learned to bring the pencil back with her lips, no drool or bite marks. Getting the pencil wet or damaged meant meeting with Mistress Two for a spanking.
Mistress One was also the Mistress who liked to stroke the pledge, the needy aroused body going hyper, often leaving Denise panting like a dog in heat, desperately whining for just a bit more attention from Mistress One. Just before winter break, Denise had to stand, the pencil held between her lips, ordered to not drop the pencil while Mistress caressed and taunted the naked body. When she flipped Denise's hair back and slowly sucked on her neck while her hands gently massaged her breasts, massaging the hard stubs of her nipples, Denise lost the pencil as she was so close to an orgasm she no longer had any coherent thought.
As soon as the pencil hit the floor, Mistress One stepped away, Denise quivering with need as the fully dressed Mistress went to her work desk to do some homework, ignoring the naked pledge who was nosily breathing in gulps as Denise tried to calm her body down. After she crawled over, kissed Mistress One's shoes and profusely apologized, she was told to leave. Denise had not seen Mistress One since then, still not even though she had to know the pledge was back in the house.
Denise crawled to another room, a naked pledge licking peanut butter off the boot of one of her Mistresses. Neither paid attention to Denise as she crawled over to pick up a packet of papers, the packet dangling from her lips as she crawled back out of the room, one boot cleaned while the pledge eagerly went to work lapping at the other. Such was life in the Alpha Gama Sorority House.
