And while she had numerous friends her age, and shared with them the taste for music the parents couldn't understand, that was normal. Though the neighbourhood parents didn't quite think of it that way, the bands they had liked in their teen years had not attained the enthusiastic support of their parents, either. All they knew was that this was a girl any of them would have been proud to call their own; they couldn't expect to understand everything which appealed to young people. After all, she did like classical music, performing beautifully on the piano and flute, and appreciated the hits of her parent's generation.
At least she displayed good sense in her clothing, Sally looked the way a daughter should. At Sunday services she would wear a respectable suit, blue jacket and matching skirt, a pretty white or pastel blouse with a silk scarf around her neck, her long blond tresses coiled and twisted on her head, secured by a clip, or arranged in a lovely french braid. For school she seemed to go back a half century, wearing lovely floral print dresses, cashmere sweaters, and knee socks. True, no 50's girl would have dared be seen in a skirt which stopped three inches above the knee, but the times had changed, after all.
As Mrs. Hawks arrived home from work, she could hear Sally rummaging around in her room, upstairs. "Hello, dear! I'm home!", she called up the stair, announcing the obvious as so many of us do. "Hi, Mom! Be down in a minute!", came the reply.
Mrs. Hawks put away her spring coat and looked through the mail, while looking through the refrigerator and cupboards, bringing out the ingredients she would need for tonight's supper. Pouring herself a glass of juice, she settled into a chair by the kitchen table and read a letter from her sister.
A few minutes later, Sally bounded down the stairs. "Hi, Mom", she said, as she gave Mrs. Hawks a hug and a kiss. "Good day at work?"
"Fridays are always tiring, dear. All the orders to arrange for the weekend. It was Nancy Henderson's birthday, you remember, she's the secretary in the training section. A group of us took her out for lunch in the Chinese restaurant in the mall. What a clutch of hens we were! But fun, definitely fun."
"Can I skip dinner at home, Mom? He's coming up to the deadline for his latest paper, and he asked me after class to come over as early as I could. He's Donna order in a pizza or something while we work."
For almost a year and a half, Sally had been helping her history teacher at home, sorting and collating journal articles, helping him research, as he finished his Master's degree and began his doctorate. The Hawks had been delighted to be shown a journal article on ancient events in West Africa, with a 'Thanks' to their daughter at then end, even if they had understood little of the article. After graduating that class the year before, Sally had carefully selected a history class for this, her seniour year, so she could study with Mr. Robbins again, and the collaboration, several times a week, had continued.
"Well, alright, dear. I understand deadlines. But you're spending more and more time there. I know you love your teacher and the work, but I worry you should be spending more time with boys your age. You're missing out on some of the fun of being a young woman. You should be spending Friday nights arguing with your parents about the boys you date, going to parties, enjoying yourself." Mrs. Hawks smiled at the image she was creating, of longing for a daughter different than her own.
Sally laughed, too. "I know, Mom. But the boys at school are so immature. You should have seen Sean trying desperately to get me to kiss him, last Saturday. Mr. Robbins is so cool. He tells me things while we work. I know I want to do some history next year in college. I hope I'm good enough to do it seriously! Anyway, tomorrow night is the party at the sorority house, to meet the people who may be coming next year. I'm going with Nancy and Holly, and there should be some nice college guys! And yes, Mom, I will be careful with them."
"Very well, Sally. Don't be home too late. You'll need some rest."
"I won't, Mom, Nancy and I are going to the mall tomorrow to find something to wear to the party. Give Dad my love!"
Sally skipped out of the house and walked down to her car, parked by the curb, smilingly greeting a passing neighbour before driving away.
As she drove the 3 miles to Mr. Robbins' house, Sally pulled out the pins that held her auburn hair up in a graceful twist, and pulled some wipes from her purse to remove the moderate wakeup she wore in her own neighbourhood. Master liked her nakedness to be absolute, and he loved the sight of her tresses sliding across her soft pale back.
Arriving at her destination, she pressed the remote in her purse, to open the garage door, and put away her car. Sally unbuttoned and removed her white cardigan as she left the garage, laying it carefully over her forearm, next to her purse and briefcase. Master had a timer connected to the garage door, and she had exactly two minutes from the instant the garage door opened, to report to him as his obedient, naked, fuck slut.
Trying not to reveal her need to avoid the punishment which awaited lateness, trying not to attract attention by hurrying too much, she walked quickly from the garage to the kitchen door, slipping into the house and through the kitchen into the windowless pantry.
Quickly, Sally opened a drawer and pulled out a collar and a pair of cuffs, placing them on the counter. The briefcase and purse went on the bottom of the drawer, the neatly folded cardigan on top of that. Lifting one foot, then the other, she removed her shoes, and slid her knee sox off her feet; the shoes went behind the briefcase and purse, the rolled sox tucked into the appropriate shoe. Lifting her arms over her head, she slid her dress up her lean, young muscular body, folded it neatly and tucked it on top of the briefcase. A yank down her body removed her white cotton panties with their faint blue floral design, revealing tight buttocks above her muscular legs and her bare, smooth, shaved mound. Sally fiddled with the bra strap, which caught for a second. "Oh, why did a 'good' girl have to wear a bra, when her breasts were so tiny and firm! She'd be late!" The bra came off and went, neatly folded, along with the panties, on top of the dress.
Sally quickly attached the cuffs around her wrists, and fastened the collar around her neck, pad-locking it into place with a 'click' which reverberated in the tiny room. She started walking quickly, but silently, through the kitchen to the stairs, as she raised her hands behind her neck, searching for the other padlock, the one wired to the back of the collar. Walking quietly up the stairs, she slipped the shaft of the lock through the rings on each cuff, and clicked it shut before she reached the landing. A quick flip of her head arranged her hair over her shoulder, cascading down to the bottoms of her shoulder-blades, as Master licked to see it.
At the top of the stairs, she dropped to her knees, and worked her way two doors down the hall, to Master's study, and pushed the door open with her chest---she must display herself to him as she entered. Her downcast eyes noticed him sitting in an armchair, holding a book, and she stopped the required four feet away. Crossing her ankles, she bowed before him, letting her face sink to the floor, her elbows widespread on the soft carpet. Gracefully, Sally's knees parted into a widespread splits, leaving her almost flat on the floor, other than the raised, spread ass.
"Master, your cunt awaits your pleasure."
Mr. Robbins looked at the timer on the desk beside him, and pressed a button to stop it running. "It's ten past six, girl", he growled. "You're late. And you've been slow presenting yourself, again."
"Your slave is sorry, Master, she lives to please you. Please punish your slave to teach her promptness."
Mr. Robbins crossed the room to a display case filled with mementoes of his college days. Ignoring an old fraternity paddle, he opened a drawer and removed a piece of conveyor belt. Two feet long, three inches wide, its quarter inch of thickness consisted of alternate layers of reinforcing fabrics and heavy flexible plastics, its surface a coarse rubber intended to make sure anything it encountered would not slip off.
"Raise your ass as high as you can, whore. I'm giving you thirty to teach you to prepare yourself quickly."
Sally's heart sank. Thirty! She could remember receiving ten, the last time she had been late, and she had had to struggle to sit quietly in class the next day.
As Sally obediently raised her hips as high as she could, she heard the sound of the toilet flushing down the hall. "Oh my God", she thought! Who could this be?
The first hard blow lashed down on the inside of her thighs. Sally struggled to hold rock still, as the agony exploded through her legs.
"Your lazy cunt thanks you, Master."
As the blows rained down, turning her ass and thighs scarlet, as she thanked her Master for each guiding correction, Sally could hear the tap running, the bathroom door opening, footsteps coming down the hall. Her open cunt was presented disgustingly to the door, with her open, raised legs, her dangling little titties would be clearly visible to whoever it might be. "God, who would it be? Someone who knew her? Someone who would use her, Master's whore?"
The final five blows were delivered from behind, up between her legs, master yanking the strap so each blow would rasp her tender skin as the strap crashed against her cunt. Sally was gasping, tears running down her face, as she accepted each stroke, trying to control the wobbling in her body. "Your lazy cunt thanks you, master." She had to remain steady, remain upright! If she collapsed, another punishment would ensue, and would only be worse!
As she knelt widespread, her breasts dangling, her sex exposed, Sally felt a long fingernail touch her thigh. The nail traced along the edge of a welt where the edge of the strap had caught her thigh. The nail dug in, scrapping hard against the welt, as the finger reached the top of her thigh, then rose to stroke Sally's sore ass. Sally had been trained to react to a hand on her body, and couldn't help eagerly pressing herself up against the hand, presenting her open cunt even more.
"She's prettier than ever, Master Robbins", a husky female voice spoke. "I'm so glad you called me. TABLE!".
Sally instantly propped herself up on her elbows, bringing her knees together a little to provide a proper surface with her back. The thin hand slipped between the cheeks of her ass and slowly slid down between her thighs, fingering her wet, open sex, before sliding into her cunt.
"She's obedient. And she's wet. Was I as good, Master Robbins?"
A male laugh filled the room. "Damned no matter what I say, Meredith? You were a very good slave, as Sally is a very good slave. I've been pleased with both my finds."
Meredith? Sally could only think of one girl by that name, a seniour who had befriended her two years ago, spent the summer before college talking with her and showing her around town, introducing Sally to the parts of town an older high school student should know. In fact, it was in Meredith's company that Sally had met Master Robbins. He was often reading the newspaper and drinking a coffee at the restaurant where they met, and Meredith regularly said hello to her former teacher. One day when Meredith was late, Robbins had chatted for a while with Sally, talking about his research and studies. That had inspired Sally to sign up for his class when she registered the following September.
"When she told me she was going to a party at your sorority, I knew I should call you. I'm sure she'll have no trouble getting appropriate grades at the end of the year, so we can consider her acceptance to the university as a done deal. If she pleases you, I'll make a present of her to you, in September. The college is too far for her to commute, and I don't think she'll be back for more than the occasional visit. It would be a waste for that obedience to sitting quietly in a college dorm room."
Meredith's continued stroking Sally's cunt as another hand reached forward to stroke her side, to fondle a tit in judgement. "Sally! I didn't say you could fuck yourself on my finger! Keep still!" And in a gentler voice, "She had practically no chest at 16, I'm glad she's developed some boobs. The guys will probably complain they aren't bigger, but she'll do very nicely. Stand wide, Sally!"
Sally clambered to her feet, legs widespread, her elbows out to the side, her eyes downcast. Meredith stroked her hands along Sally's back, stroking her shoulder, feeling her hair. As Meredith walked around Sally, a pair of tall black boots and a black velvet dress came into Sally's line of sight. A pale white hand, the black velvet sleeve trimmed with white lace at the wrist, reached out to stroke Sally's belly, rose to tease nipples which stiffened instantly at the touch, and continued up the neck, across Sally's chin, to wipe across her lips. Sally instantly opened her lips to pull it into her mouth and gently suck and lick it.
"Yes, she'll do very well, Master Robbins, thank you very much. I'll introduce her to everyone tomorrow, I'm sure she'll be well loved.
The next day, Sally phoned Nancy and Holly early, to let them know she would be going to the party on her own, no longer car-pooling with them. As she explained to her Mom, after returning from the afternoon shopping trip which had resulted in a lovely chocolate mid-thigh length skirt and suitable stockings, an old acquaintance, that lovely Meredith had phoned and invited to spend the whole night at the sorority, sharing her room.
Mrs. Hawks had always found Meredith to be polite, friendly, the girl she had wanted, successfully, Sally to be like, so she was glad Sally would have good company and an older, maturer girl to safeguard her at college. It was hard to have your daughter leaving home, and while 80 miles wasn't too far for several visits a month, a girl on her own for the first time was vulnerable to misleading influences.
The girls had been understanding, too, remembering the summer when Sally spent a lot of time with Meredith, having liked her too. Though they were a little irritated to lose one of their party, mostly they were jealous that Sally had someone taking an interest in her, giving her a chance to spend the night, to experience sorority life in its reality.
When the girls arrived at the sorority house, around dinnertime, they found two or three dozen young women, attractively dressed, eager to meet and welcome their prospective new sisters. They teamed up in small groups, two or three visitors and two or three residents, and wandered around the campus and the town for an hour, seeing the sights from the eye of a native. As the small groups wandered around, they were eagerly greeted and welcomed by locals, both friendly townspeople who liked the nice girls, and by college students, women who were friendly with the sorority or men who knew the new batch was being processed.
After the tour, back at the sorority house, a light dinner was served, buffet style. The girls were served by one tall athletic girl dressed as a French maid, wearing a short, frilly black skirt, white blouse and cap, and a white apron, with black stockings and high heels. As Meredith, who turned out to be the incoming president, explained to the visitors, Christina had irritated her sisters with late night noises several times, and at last the council had agreed she should be punished by serving at the party.
Dinner over, the visitors were shown around the house itself by some of the residents, while the others tidied up and prepared for company. Soon the men started arriving, members of their associate fraternity, with their prospective new members. In a setting dim enough to be romantic but not promiscuous, the sexes met, exchanged pleasantries, and fired up a few romances. The new girls were pleased to meet these charming men, they were well dressed and displayed a sophistication beyond that of the high school boys they had known in the past. The new boys were still a bit geeky, but some were nice, and presumably the others would develop under the guidance of their housemates.
All too soon, the party was over. Most of the visitors, both male and female, had come from outlying towns, the college itself being in a very small town. It would take an hour or more for most of them to get home, the few from further afield having been given rooms for the night in the house.
As the party wound down, Meredith instructed Sally to go to the basement and strip, to put on the blindfold she would find there, and await Meredith's arrival in Master Robbins' greeting position. Sally followed her instructions, discovering the basement to be a comfortable, high ceilinged, well-padded lounge. She placed her clothes on a shelf next to the television, and knelt in the required position, facing away fro the door, so that her cunt and ass would greet Meredith's arrival. Her wait seemed to go on and on, but she rationalized that Meredith would have to bid farewell to all the visiting girls, as well as all the men, which might take a while. Every party seemed to have the last lingerers.
Finally Sally heard footsteps on the stairs, but not just one set. It seemed many people were coming to the basement, and by the voices she could hear, some of them were men!
She heard Meredith's voice, "Gentlemen of Delta Omega Mu council, ladies of Sigma Upsilon Beta council, Sally will be my slave when she comes to college in September. I'm sure those of you currently on the bottom rungs will be pleased to advance in the hierarchy, to find slaves of your own or to be allowed the choice of a master or mistress to serve, rather than simply being allotted one. In the meantime, I have decided to display Sally to you for your entertainment tonight."
"Agnes, would you please lower the central chain? Gentlemen of D.O.M. council, may I ask you to fasten these spreader bars to Sally's wrists and ankles?"
It took only a few minutes for the work to be done. Sally was placed on her back and spread open wide. The spreader bars were secured together, folding her over so she touched her toes, and the chain attached to the corners. Gradually, the winch was raised again, so that Sally was suspended, her head at normal height, her split open crotch available for fucking.
"Christina, strip and get on your knees! Lick this slut cunt! Sally, you won't come without permission! Nor are you to make a sound except to answer if I speak to you. Ladies and gentlemen, the usual rules apply, but Sally is yours to enjoy."
As Christina removed her apron, skirt, and all the rest, Sally suddenly discovered she was not a member of the sorority at all, but a delicate, smooth-skinned man, a member of the fraternity being humiliated by serving the sorority as a maid. Already, a dozen hands had reached out to stroke and explore every inch of Sally's body, and while one woman tilted Sally's head back to kiss her deeply, one of the men jammed a finger into her ass, sliding it quickly as far as it would go. Having her head tilted back increased the pull on Sally's arms, and though she had been managing to support her light body with her strong arms, the extra strain caused her to gasp softly.
It was the first time Sally had been used in this way. She had been a virgin, well nearly, when she went to Master Robbins, and she had only ever served him, alone. Suddenly she was overwhelmed by a dozen sensations at the same time. The woman kissing her insisted that Christina lift Sally's ass, so that her head and shoulders would be tilted back. That achieved, the woman stood on a bench, lifting her skirt so Sally could lick her. One of the men ordered Christina aside to fuck Sally's ass. A few minutes later another used her cunt, while Sally was serving another woman. Hanging from her arms and legs, again, she discovered the sensations of two cocks inside her, feeling them rubbing against each other as two of the men fucked her cunt and ass.
The pain in her arms was growing, but worse was the desperate need to cum. Sally's body ached from her need, aroused by the simple fact of her situation, from serving the woman and feeling those cocks inside her, not to mention the direct stimulation she had received from Christina's tongue and lips. Sally's body was soaked in sweat from the strain, her pretty hair hanging limply, unable to hold back altogether her moans and whimpers.
"She's making too much noise", Meredith's voice pronounced. "Gag her."
A thick rubber rod was forced between Sally's teeth, with metal rings at each end. Like a horse's bit, the rod had two pairs of straps which passed around her head, shoving the gag deep into her mouth, leaving Sally's face in a perpetual, painful but silent scream.
"Make yourselves comfortable, ladies and gentlemen. There are drinks in the cupboard and beer in the fridge. I'm going to make sure Sally understands my commands are meant to be taken literally, after which she will be making the rounds."
Meredith produced some heavy alligator clamps and pulled Sally's nipples out to ensure they gripped a large surface of breast, letting each one go suddenly so it dug hard into her tit. Each had a short length of chain which ran down the outside of her body, and Meredith attached heavy weights to those.
"You must understand that you are here to obey and to serve me, Sally." Meredith strokes Sally's body with a long, thin piece of wood, as she spoke. "Master Robbins was entertained by your noises, but they mean nothing to me. I was Master Robbins' slave for three years, and then I was a sorority slave for my first year. I've felt the pain, I've served and made others cum while they neglected and ignored my desires. You're here to please me, I will decide when you've had enough. Your tears and whimpers are worthless!" With that Meredith kicked one of the weights, causing it to jostle back and forth, tugging this way and that on the heavy clamp crushing Sally's tit.
Sally champed down hard on the rubber bit, feeling the metal rod at its core, to hold back her sobs, but unable to stop her heaving chest. A flood of pain spread through her open sex, as Meredith applied the sorority paddle to the insides of her thighs, over and over. A stream of tears streaked down her face, joining the trickle of slobber she could not prevent leaking from her open mouth, from dripping off her chin onto her pretty little-girl breasts.
Finally, at last, Meredith stopped.
"Let her down", Meredith instructed, "and remove the clamps and bit. On your knees, Sally, for thanks."
Sally knelt before Meredith on shaking knees, her hands behind her back, head lowered. Struggling to control her voice and to gather her breath, she softly sobbed, "Thank you for correcting me, Mistress, and for allowing me to serve you."
Meredith snapped her fingers, and saying, "Heel", walked over to a chair, sinking into it tiredly, as Sally hurried on her hands and knees to keep up. "Would you mind pouring me some white wine, Winifred, please", she asked one of the girls, and sighed as she tasted the first sip. She turned to Sally, kneeling before her, in 'thanks' position again, and grabbing her hair, pulled Sally's head between her legs. "Now you can express your thanks directly, Sally."
The young men and women talked and drank, making plans for the remainder of the term and organizing the distribution of the new slave boys and girls for the next year, as well, as allocation of service over the summer. A few were kissing and making out while Sally pressed her face into her Mistress's sex, bringing for her sighs. When Meredith was satisfied, Sally was sent to the next person, and one after another, she sucked their cocks, licked their cunts, while her patrons wound down from the evening's festivities and prepared for another year. Some of the men enjoyed cuming into her mouth, and Sally sucked them on and on, milking their cocks of every drop. Others preferred to grab her face and withdraw, spewing onto her face and breasts, into her hair. Her face became covered with the juice dripping from the women, but when she tried to wipe away some of the sticky liquid from her face, the one she was serving at the time, slapped her, hard. "Keep your hands behind your back, little slut." She couldn't even remember any more, whether it had been a man or woman.
Sally went around two or three times, exhausted, her jaws exhausted from her work, her body aching from her own need, concentrating hard to make sure each person received the utmost pleasure from her service.
Finally, the night was over. Sally followed Meredith to her room, where she helped Meredith undress, serving as her maid. Sally was permitted to brush her teeth, but required to remain as she was, so that she could be shown to the rest of the sorority at breakfast.
"You may sleep under the desk, Sally."
You never know, there might be a part two, not to mention parts three and four...