Story Request - Beta Delta Sigma Mu F+/f+ completed
Posted: Tue May 01, 2018 11:02 am
Beta Delta Sigma Mu
“I wonder if it will be tonight,” Kayla said.
“I hope so,” Holly replied.
The two girls had been friends since middle school. Kayla was small, only 5’1”, but her ample boobs and magnetic personality meant she was not short of friends – male and female. Holly had the body for the activities she loved: dancing and gymnastics. Tall, slim with tits that were just large enough to be attractive. They had begun playing tie-up games with the kids in their neighborhood around 6th grade and had found that they enjoyed being both captor and captive. As the games progressed through the years, their tieups had become more sophisticated, difficult to escape from, and at times intentionally uncomfortable. Occasionally, they had even included interrogation play where various methods were used to attempt to extract information from the captive(s). All of these escalations added to their enjoyment of the games. Now college roommates, they had chosen their current school in part because of Beta Delta Sigma Mu sorority. This group was well known for their tieup activities and openly practiced them with the blessing of the school’s administration.
Down the hall, roommates Lexie and Ann had just returned from their shift at the local Hooters. Unlike their fellow pledges, they had met on move-in day. Lexie was average height and carried a few extra pounds. Still, she was a favorite of her customers. Ann had earned a place on the swimsuit calendar despite being only 18 and a newcomer to the restaurant. Despite coming from very different backgrounds – Lexie from a small town in Appalachia and Ann from a nearby beach resort – they had quickly become friends. They had discovered their mutual love of bondage only when they both showed up at the sorority’s recruitment event. Since then, they had tied each other almost every night.
A sophomore at the school, Jill had never been tied nor spanked, but after a year of seeing the sorority’s members smiles and hearing their laughter as they paraded around campus in various states of bondage, she knew she had to try to become a part of that. Always quiet and living alone by choice, she wanted to become what they were. Her interview had been extensive, and she had been made to understand that what went on inside the house was far more intense than the public stuff. Likewise, she had made her lack of experience clear but had expressed a willingness work as hard as necessary to reach a tolerance and skill level that would qualify her for full membership. Impressed by her candor, determination, and cheerfulness, the group had decided that not only would they accept her but that they would do whatever was needed to insure her success. On this night, she was in her tiny apartment catching up on some recreational reading. She had just gotten comfortable when her phone announced at text message. “Put on your sorority bikini – no shoes, but pantyhose if you wish. Unlock your door then get on your knees facing away from it. Put on your blindfold. Wait for instructions.” Joyously, Jill ran to her bedroom and opened the box which had been marked, “Do not open until told to do so.” Inside was a bikini in the blue and gold of the school’s arch rival. This would be her attire for all sorority functions until she earned full membership. It would then be replaced by one in her school’s scarlet and grey. She had seen the pledges the previous year in these but had never been close enough to them to notice that the nipples were covered with detachable discs. The ones currently on there were very soft and tight so as to highlight what lay underneath. She had heard rumors that other versions were not so gentle. After taking a moment to think about what may be ahead for her, she decided to go with the hose underneath and slipped into the suit. She had always worn more modest ones but quickly realized that she like the feel and especially the look of this one on her. She grabbed the gold blindfold, ran to open the door, then took the ordered position. How long would she have to wait?
“Hands behind your back. Feet shoulder-width apart.”
Jill immediately recognized the voice as Kathy, the member who had interviewed her. Immediately, she felt the cold steel of handcuffs around her wrists and leg irons on her ankles and realized that for the first time in her life she was helpless. Anyone could do anything they wanted to her. “Strange,” she thought. “I’m scared to death yet have never felt so free.”
“Pledge Jill, you've done well,” said Jessica, another member. “Normally at this point you'd be gagged, but we know this is your first time in bondage. Because of that, you'll be free to talk with us as we begin our journey. We'll gag you later. Also, during that time, you may ask for the blindfold to be removed and we'll be glad to do that. Once we're joined by the next pledges, that option will be gone. Do you understand, and are you making this journey of your own free will?”
“Yes. Thank you for your concern, but may I ask to be gagged now? I do not want anything special because of my inexperience.”
“You may indeed ask, but your request is denied for safety reasons. I know how you WANT to react to this, but there’s not guarantee that you will.”
“I understand. Thank you.”
Before leaving, texts were sent to Lexie and Ann. “Work uniforms, different color shorts. Cut-off shirts, hose, no bras, no shoes. One of you tie the other as strictly as you can but still allowing her to walk then do the same to yourself. Hands away from your butts. Blindfolds. Gags. On your knees facing away from the door. Bikinis in a bag that we can grab.”
The trio chatted amiably as they made their way across campus. Many of their fellow students noticed that one was bound and blindfolded, but they treated this as a normal event, which it was. A few commented that they were happy to see the sorority conducting business as usual.
When they arrived, it was obvious that Lexie had been the one tying. Ann’s arms were pinned to her back in a hammer-lock position with several feet of rope holding them against her body. Though hidden under her shirt, more rope clearly encircled and compressed the base of her breasts. Her ankles were connected by chains that would allow her to take about half her normal length steps. Lexie had bound her breasts in the same manner under her shirt and her ankles in the same manner as her roommate’s. Her hands were cuffed to the back of a collar around her neck. Both were in the ordered position.
“Ladies, I'm impressed!” Jess told them. “Well done!” Turning to Jill, she said, “Here's your first test. First, pick a color: black or orange.”
“Orange.”
“Now pick another: red or grey.”
“Red.”
“You now have another choice. Because of the colors you chose – those of our shorts – either you are going to spank Lexie or I am going to spank Kathy.”
“I would rather watch and receive a few spankings before I give one. I choose that you spank Kathy.”
“Makes sense! However, you and Lexie will still participate. Lexie, stand up. Jill, I am going to remove your cuffs and blindfold. Pull her shorts and hose down to her ankles.
Kathy, 20 medium spanks or 10 good ones?”
“Give me 10 of your best!” Without instruction, she dropped her shorts and bikini bottom, kicked them aside, and grabbed her ankles while Jill carried out her orders. “Ready when you are. Make ‘em count!”
“Jill, grab her shoulders. Since she isn’t tied, I want to make sure she doesn’t fall.” Taking a small but heavy red paddle from her backpack, Jess delivered her first blow.
SMACK!
“That was perfect. Give me 9 more just like it!”
Jill could hardly believe her eyes as Kathy smiled after each stroke. Would she ever be able to do that? A few minutes later, she pulled Lexie’s bottoms back up then willingly accepted the return of her bondage. This time she would be gagged.
The last texts were sent. “Unlock your door. Sorority bikinis. Crotch ropes or chains. One of you with hose, the other barefoot. Hands cuffed to the crotch piece in front. Blindfolds. Gags. On your beds. Face down.”
“Good start!” Kayla said.
“Sure is. I’ll go barefoot.”
Their instructions were quickly carried out. When the others arrived, Jess removed Lexie’s gag. “Barefoot or hose?”
“Hose.”
“Get on the floor, feet in the air. Kayla's going to whip them. Since Kathy got spanked earlier, Holly's going to whip mine. Kathy, tie me up, gag me, then take off their handcuffs and blindfolds.”
The two pledges were freed and quickly carried out their missions. When they finished, Kathy kicked off her flip-flops then she and Jess stripped off their tank tops and shorts to reveal their red and gray bikinis, symbols of full sorority membership. The group then moved outside for the “Parade of the Pledges.” By now, other members had alerted anyone they could find to come out and watch. The group would form two ranks. In the first, Kayla, Lexie, Kathy, and Jill were locked together arm-in-arm. All were gagged, and all but Kathy blindfolded. In the second, Jess had likewise secured herself between Ann and Holly. “Forward march!” yelled one of the veteran members, and the parade began. Cheers and laughter filled the air as thing long-standing tradition made its way across campus. Suddenly, the reason for the gags became obvious as batteries of ice-water-loaded squirt guns opened up from multiple angles. This would be repeated several times before they reached the house.
“I wonder if it will be tonight,” Kayla said.
“I hope so,” Holly replied.
The two girls had been friends since middle school. Kayla was small, only 5’1”, but her ample boobs and magnetic personality meant she was not short of friends – male and female. Holly had the body for the activities she loved: dancing and gymnastics. Tall, slim with tits that were just large enough to be attractive. They had begun playing tie-up games with the kids in their neighborhood around 6th grade and had found that they enjoyed being both captor and captive. As the games progressed through the years, their tieups had become more sophisticated, difficult to escape from, and at times intentionally uncomfortable. Occasionally, they had even included interrogation play where various methods were used to attempt to extract information from the captive(s). All of these escalations added to their enjoyment of the games. Now college roommates, they had chosen their current school in part because of Beta Delta Sigma Mu sorority. This group was well known for their tieup activities and openly practiced them with the blessing of the school’s administration.
Down the hall, roommates Lexie and Ann had just returned from their shift at the local Hooters. Unlike their fellow pledges, they had met on move-in day. Lexie was average height and carried a few extra pounds. Still, she was a favorite of her customers. Ann had earned a place on the swimsuit calendar despite being only 18 and a newcomer to the restaurant. Despite coming from very different backgrounds – Lexie from a small town in Appalachia and Ann from a nearby beach resort – they had quickly become friends. They had discovered their mutual love of bondage only when they both showed up at the sorority’s recruitment event. Since then, they had tied each other almost every night.
A sophomore at the school, Jill had never been tied nor spanked, but after a year of seeing the sorority’s members smiles and hearing their laughter as they paraded around campus in various states of bondage, she knew she had to try to become a part of that. Always quiet and living alone by choice, she wanted to become what they were. Her interview had been extensive, and she had been made to understand that what went on inside the house was far more intense than the public stuff. Likewise, she had made her lack of experience clear but had expressed a willingness work as hard as necessary to reach a tolerance and skill level that would qualify her for full membership. Impressed by her candor, determination, and cheerfulness, the group had decided that not only would they accept her but that they would do whatever was needed to insure her success. On this night, she was in her tiny apartment catching up on some recreational reading. She had just gotten comfortable when her phone announced at text message. “Put on your sorority bikini – no shoes, but pantyhose if you wish. Unlock your door then get on your knees facing away from it. Put on your blindfold. Wait for instructions.” Joyously, Jill ran to her bedroom and opened the box which had been marked, “Do not open until told to do so.” Inside was a bikini in the blue and gold of the school’s arch rival. This would be her attire for all sorority functions until she earned full membership. It would then be replaced by one in her school’s scarlet and grey. She had seen the pledges the previous year in these but had never been close enough to them to notice that the nipples were covered with detachable discs. The ones currently on there were very soft and tight so as to highlight what lay underneath. She had heard rumors that other versions were not so gentle. After taking a moment to think about what may be ahead for her, she decided to go with the hose underneath and slipped into the suit. She had always worn more modest ones but quickly realized that she like the feel and especially the look of this one on her. She grabbed the gold blindfold, ran to open the door, then took the ordered position. How long would she have to wait?
“Hands behind your back. Feet shoulder-width apart.”
Jill immediately recognized the voice as Kathy, the member who had interviewed her. Immediately, she felt the cold steel of handcuffs around her wrists and leg irons on her ankles and realized that for the first time in her life she was helpless. Anyone could do anything they wanted to her. “Strange,” she thought. “I’m scared to death yet have never felt so free.”
“Pledge Jill, you've done well,” said Jessica, another member. “Normally at this point you'd be gagged, but we know this is your first time in bondage. Because of that, you'll be free to talk with us as we begin our journey. We'll gag you later. Also, during that time, you may ask for the blindfold to be removed and we'll be glad to do that. Once we're joined by the next pledges, that option will be gone. Do you understand, and are you making this journey of your own free will?”
“Yes. Thank you for your concern, but may I ask to be gagged now? I do not want anything special because of my inexperience.”
“You may indeed ask, but your request is denied for safety reasons. I know how you WANT to react to this, but there’s not guarantee that you will.”
“I understand. Thank you.”
Before leaving, texts were sent to Lexie and Ann. “Work uniforms, different color shorts. Cut-off shirts, hose, no bras, no shoes. One of you tie the other as strictly as you can but still allowing her to walk then do the same to yourself. Hands away from your butts. Blindfolds. Gags. On your knees facing away from the door. Bikinis in a bag that we can grab.”
The trio chatted amiably as they made their way across campus. Many of their fellow students noticed that one was bound and blindfolded, but they treated this as a normal event, which it was. A few commented that they were happy to see the sorority conducting business as usual.
When they arrived, it was obvious that Lexie had been the one tying. Ann’s arms were pinned to her back in a hammer-lock position with several feet of rope holding them against her body. Though hidden under her shirt, more rope clearly encircled and compressed the base of her breasts. Her ankles were connected by chains that would allow her to take about half her normal length steps. Lexie had bound her breasts in the same manner under her shirt and her ankles in the same manner as her roommate’s. Her hands were cuffed to the back of a collar around her neck. Both were in the ordered position.
“Ladies, I'm impressed!” Jess told them. “Well done!” Turning to Jill, she said, “Here's your first test. First, pick a color: black or orange.”
“Orange.”
“Now pick another: red or grey.”
“Red.”
“You now have another choice. Because of the colors you chose – those of our shorts – either you are going to spank Lexie or I am going to spank Kathy.”
“I would rather watch and receive a few spankings before I give one. I choose that you spank Kathy.”
“Makes sense! However, you and Lexie will still participate. Lexie, stand up. Jill, I am going to remove your cuffs and blindfold. Pull her shorts and hose down to her ankles.
Kathy, 20 medium spanks or 10 good ones?”
“Give me 10 of your best!” Without instruction, she dropped her shorts and bikini bottom, kicked them aside, and grabbed her ankles while Jill carried out her orders. “Ready when you are. Make ‘em count!”
“Jill, grab her shoulders. Since she isn’t tied, I want to make sure she doesn’t fall.” Taking a small but heavy red paddle from her backpack, Jess delivered her first blow.
SMACK!
“That was perfect. Give me 9 more just like it!”
Jill could hardly believe her eyes as Kathy smiled after each stroke. Would she ever be able to do that? A few minutes later, she pulled Lexie’s bottoms back up then willingly accepted the return of her bondage. This time she would be gagged.
The last texts were sent. “Unlock your door. Sorority bikinis. Crotch ropes or chains. One of you with hose, the other barefoot. Hands cuffed to the crotch piece in front. Blindfolds. Gags. On your beds. Face down.”
“Good start!” Kayla said.
“Sure is. I’ll go barefoot.”
Their instructions were quickly carried out. When the others arrived, Jess removed Lexie’s gag. “Barefoot or hose?”
“Hose.”
“Get on the floor, feet in the air. Kayla's going to whip them. Since Kathy got spanked earlier, Holly's going to whip mine. Kathy, tie me up, gag me, then take off their handcuffs and blindfolds.”
The two pledges were freed and quickly carried out their missions. When they finished, Kathy kicked off her flip-flops then she and Jess stripped off their tank tops and shorts to reveal their red and gray bikinis, symbols of full sorority membership. The group then moved outside for the “Parade of the Pledges.” By now, other members had alerted anyone they could find to come out and watch. The group would form two ranks. In the first, Kayla, Lexie, Kathy, and Jill were locked together arm-in-arm. All were gagged, and all but Kathy blindfolded. In the second, Jess had likewise secured herself between Ann and Holly. “Forward march!” yelled one of the veteran members, and the parade began. Cheers and laughter filled the air as thing long-standing tradition made its way across campus. Suddenly, the reason for the gags became obvious as batteries of ice-water-loaded squirt guns opened up from multiple angles. This would be repeated several times before they reached the house.