Denise Thomas sighed as she reached the dorm room for the beginning of her sophomore year at the university. Last year her freshmen year was spent at the Alpha Gamma Sorority house instead of being in the dorm as required by university rules. But that sorority had an exception to that rule as the pledges there were competing for a spot by being naked and obedient to certain sisters simply referred to as Mistress. None were called a slave, only pledge, but Denise was aware that was all they were for the house.
She didn't mind it, the experience gave her confidence, she made the dean's list, and she had memories she was happy to keep. Not so much the bondage and such, but like when Mistress One, Colleen, released her from the chastity belt and Denise tried to dominate the alpha woman in a bedroom. She still wasn't sure who won the battle, but both were well satisfied a few times before coming to a draw. She was going to miss not being at the sorority house all the time, but right now she needed to find her dorm room and unpack for the new year.
She found it on the fourth floor, sliding the key card to unlock the door to find her dorm mate already there, on the phone, complaining to someone about the lousy view, they only saw the brick exterior wall of another building, not the quad or park other rooms had. What was the problem, she couldn't get a good view? The dorm mate turned around to see Denise walk in, placing a suitcase on a bed. Then she complained apparently, she didn't have the private room as promised before hanging up.
Informed to get out, Denise ignored the tall, well-built woman doing the bossy attitude. She placed a duffle bag on the bed as well, the woman coming over to push them off. Denise kept her grip on them.
"Possessions means bed. You have possessions on that bed, that's your bed. What is your problem?" Denise demanded.
"I am supposed to have a private dorm room!"
"Well, good, go talk to someone in charge. Go away."
The dorm roomie stormed out of the room, the door locking automatically behind her. Denise grinned. A year ago, she would have vacated the room, now she stood up the bullying attitude. It was a good feeling. Better was the key card still on the desk. Whoever her dorm mate was, she'd have ask someone to let her in.
Denise opened to unpack, grinning as she put her underwear away. For eighteen years she wore underwear, last year she was forbidden and by the time her pledge time was up, it was weird to wear panties and bra let alone stockings. By the end of summer and with some reminders from her mother, she was back to wearing underwear again.
Her mother. Denise sighed. She remembered, heck, she still had the video on her phone of when her mother gave her a bare assed spanking in the basement during a holiday break so Denise could show obedience to a Mistress. It was good to know her mom had been through the same pledge experience although it was hard to imagine her alpha mother crawling for anyone. Still, Denise had someone she could talk to about it all, including the problem of Professor Amanda Higgins, who taught Denise in two classes during freshman year. The professor knew the significance of the necklace Denise wore, ordering the pledge about during class and having her stay often to do menial tasks before the next class.
It ended when her Mistress did a video chat, informing her and the professor that the pledge was not to obey anyone without permission. For the professor to have the pledge stay after class to touch and see her naked, that was to never happen a second time. The professor wasn't happy then but looked forward to when the student was no longer a pledge and could be at the professor's house to provide maid service. Denise wasn't happy, and her mother seemed sympathetic.
It was two days into classes before the dorm mates had a truce. Apparently, Becky Goode discovered the fact she was a star in basketball and softball during her freshman year meant having some perks. Having a full dorm didn't mean a perk of a room to herself. Becky was quite proud of attending on an athletic scholarship, while Denise had only technical scholarship.
It didn't take long for Denise to realize her dorm mate was doing things and she bought a teddy bear with a nanny cam inside, connected it to her phone, and set the stuffed animal so it had a full view of Becky's side of the room. At the end of the first morning she had video of Becky taking orange juice from Denise, drinking it down and tossing it into Denise's trash can. Then she caught Becky stuffing some of her underwear into Denie's basket in hopes of the dorm mate not realizing the larger sizes weren't hers and do the laundry for her.
When she visited Alpha Gamma Sorority to see the new pledges, she smiled at the memory as all six were naked and crawling for their new Mistresses. She found Colleen in her room, reading an assignment. The two women hugged and kissed lightly, aware they had a marathon of sex that last time and still no clear winner of who was the better alpha. Denise explained the problem and showed the video. It was irritating yet not enough for the university to take action, not against a star player like Becky.
"What do you want from me?"
"You fed us orange juice and it made us open to suggestions." Denise held up a hand to stop the protest, "I'm not an idiot, Colleen. What I want is to use some on Becky to suggest she leave my stuff alone."
"You know how it works?"
"Not a clue."
"Then I'll be outside your door tomorrow."
Denise left with a bottle of orange juice, warned not to drink it, and she waited until after the lights were out and Becky was sleeping to put it inside the fridge and remove the other two bottles that contained no drug.
Leaving the next morning, she met with Colleen just down the hall, opening her phone for them to watch Becky grab the last bottle and drink it down. She tossed it into Denise's basket and packed up her own books, turning, taking two steps, and stop, her face blank as if no longer functioning.
Going back inside, Denise was told to stay at the door while Colleen advanced on the sports star, talking quietly to her, a few mumbles made in return. It was interesting but would be more so if Denise was allowed close enough to know how the drug worked and how Colleen made the suggestions.
It was done, the two women leaving the room, watching on the phone as Becky blinked a few times, and looked around before blinking again, shaking her head and leaving the room.
"Now what?"
"Now, you wait to see what I suggested to her."
"I don't like the sound of that." Denise informed her.
Colleen grinned.
"Then I guess we'll have to do another match, see if there's a clear winner."
