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The Sorority Auxiliary, Ch.9, Pt. 3: Marci’s Big Date

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The Sorority Auxiliary, Ch.9, Pt. 3: Marci’s Big Date
This is the latest installment in the well-received Sorority Auxiliary series. This chapter can be read out of sequence, but new readers will certainly be more satisfied by reading the chapters in order. For your convenience, summary and links are at the end of the story, below a couple of asterisks you can search for.

Thursday, I got out of class early enough to go to the internet cafe to check JNY Security’s email. I received responses from both outfits that had written to me earlier in the week. Both warned of master electronic keys because they were inherently less secure and might even open other locks by the same manufacturer. That’s exactly what I wanted, but I couldn’t say so. Instead, I thanked them and gave them a “new” requirement from the client — the dimensions of the lock and the information that it would be embedded in polycarbonate. Could they find any RFID lock that small? Pictures and specs, if possible, would best inform the client.

This seemed risky, I thought as I walked to the sorority. I’d practically described the device, but I really wanted out of the cage. I smiled, imagining freeing my blue-balled cock at night and wanking away, then replacing the hated device. If I ever got a key that worked, I’d need a good place to hide it.

Except for two incidents, one very important, one less so, the Thursday shift was ordinary. With the quarter well underway, the Sisters, the same as we nerds, buried our noses in books frequently. Massages and oral or digital services for study breaks were the order of the day. I didn’t have to do Sam’s laundry because I did it all yesterday.

The first exception was Marci. She appeared Below Stairs, all smiles, and said, “Jenny, come with me.” To my surprise, she led me to the living room, sitting in an easy chair in one of the ensembles of chairs and tables that lined the room. She sat down and pointed to the floor at her feet. “Waiting.

I knelt, hands clasped behind me, eyes to the floor. She crossed her legs and I saw her high heel dangling from her foot.

“Jenny, I loved every minute of the time we spent together. Dressing you was such fun and we won Best Group, which I thought was a shoo in. And you won Most Authentic, which was my goal for you. A smashing success.”

I smiled. “You really deserved the reward. I couldn’t have come close to what you did. You made me into a pretty, sexy girl. I never imagined.”

“The bit with Susi wasn’t on my agenda, but I wasn’t about to object to something Angelina and Dorothea wanted. It was funny to watch you both pretending to be different than you were. It showed how easily males can be controlled by their desires. Susi had to act good all year to get that reward, which was only a mockery of what he really wanted.

“I bet it was a lot more fun to be treated as a girl by me when I fucked you than it was to be punished by Susi.”

“Oh, yes, Marci, you bet. I loved it with you!”

Marci sighed and looked off into space. She put her hand on my cheek. “Jenny, I like you very much. I’ve had my eye on you since the first day when you put on the panties I gave you and you immediately erected. That won you a soft spot in my cruel heart. Your consideration for Veronica when her grandmother died touched us both.

“So I was very nice to you all Halloween. I hurt you, especially when you took your punishment, but that’s part of being nice to a submissive male, isn’t it?”

I laughed. “Yes, naturally. If nobody spanked me around here, I’d think something was up.”

She laughed. “Nice Halloween, and totally fake nice to you the next day. I love alternating nice and nasty. Ever notice that?”

“No, not me, never, Mistress Marci. You’re kidding.”

She smiled and leaned forward, her face close to mine. She held my face in both hands. “I was extra cruel to you because I’d been extra nice. You’ll have to accept me as I am. I’m going to keep using you Jenny, because I think you’re special. So does Veronica, but for different reasons. She’ll explain them at the proper time.

“I’m not going to dwell on how powerful I felt the other day any more than I’m interested in your feelings. I want to give you this. When I’m cruel to you, remember I do it because I get the biggest rush when someone I care about accept my cruelty without complaint as you did.” She looked at me expectantly.

“Mistress Marci, for some time, I confess I could only feel the results of your cruelty. But even the next day, the memories of the transformation, the sex, and the languid service I provided you in the morning began to take over. That’s what I remember now. Yesterday it may have been a bit different. Mistress Marci, I want you to use me any way you like. I know you will anyway, but you’ve taken the time to explain yourself, which you didn’t have to do. I am honored, Mistress Marci.”

She kissed me on the lips, a deep, long probing kiss. Got me hard as a rock and hoping for more.

She broke the kiss. “This was a very good talk for us both, Jenny. But now I’m going to be kinda cruel. I still feel the desire for sex with a male. Do you think I’ll have much trouble attracting one?”

“Probably. All the guys around here are prejudiced against Asians and besides, they go for big tits.”

Marci laughed hard, throwing her body back and her leg up. Gave me a quick glimpse up past her brown stocking to her slit displayed by a pair of transparent, black panties.

“Well, you’re wrong, Jenny, I have a date for Friday night. Unless you have a conflict, I want you here at 4:00 to help me get ready. I’ll take him to the apartments, and on Saturday I’ll text you when I want you to go clean up after us.”

“Thank you for allowing me to help, though I feel compelled to mention it’s unnecessary to wait so long.” I arched my eyebrows and looked at her hopefully.

Marci laughed and mentioned she had a test the next day. She dismissed me to return Below Stairs, where the second incident occurred.

I sat alone, reading a magazine called Wimp Letters, a collection of missives, allegedly from real submissives, all of whom seemed to write like professionals. This mag must have very good editors, I thought skeptically.

The second incident occurred when Talissa came in, proudly stroking a prominent erection. our first meeting since the mutual punishment on Halloween. How would he act, I wondered. For my part, I was determined to treat him as I would any other Auxiliary member. I smiled.

Talissa smiled back, a bit warily — probably as warily as I. “Hi, Jenny.”

“You look pretty excited.” In the past, Talissa pointedly ignored me during his descriptions of service. What now?

“I am!” He paused, ostentatiously stroking, his dripping penis jutting above bunched up pink panties. “I barely got here when Sofia came in, looking pretty annoyed. ‘You the only one here? Too bad; I’d rather have someone who didn’t like it up the ass.’”

“Marci got me just in time,” I muttered.

Talissa actually smiled. “Well, she led me down to the basement, where Elaine waited by one of the horses...”

“Horses? I’ve never been in the basement.”

Talissa goggled me. “A gymnast’s horse. Anyhow, Sofia took charge. She had me get two strap-ons from the dresser. Meanwhile, the ladies stripped quickly and kissed each other. Sophia crisply ordered me to kneel and fasten the pegs around their hips, with the dildo end and the clit stimulator properly placed. They stripped off my panties and bent me over the horse and strapped my wrists and ankles, spreading my feet to the max.

Sophia said, “’When I’m pissed, I take it out on one of the servants. They’re good for that.’ I heard a snap and she probed me with her fingers. She must’ve put on a glove. Elaine took her turn back there, too. I felt great; I like it that way. I humped the vinyl covering of the horse and did a lot of unconvincing grunting.” Our eyes met and we both laughed. This was new.

Sophia was wise to me; she stopped and complained that it was best to check the records online and pick a sub who doesn’t like it up the ass. She fixed me pretty good, though. She forced this burlap bag between me and the horse and commanded me to hump it as she and Elaine took turns butt-fucking me. Well, that sure made it less enjoyable for me.My ass felt great, plus they slapped it a lot, but that rough burlap — I had the pleasure/pain thing going big time.”

“You fucked burlap? And now you’re jerking off like that?”

“Yeah, well, I’m not putting much pressure on the front.” He stopped a moment and removed his hand, letting me take a peek.

“Wow, red and raw, but at least it didn’t break the skin.”

“I was kinda glad for it. My ass felt so good that if I’d been playing with myself I might have cum. My ass still feels good.” He resumed happily playing with himself, taking a seat.

Wow, looks like the punishment, or maybe Angela’s displeasure, did the trick, I thought. I’d softened up a bit, so I twirled my head to restore my self as I picked up my magazine again.

After class Friday, a quick check of email yielded no responses for JNY Security. I went to the Sorority to prepare Marci for her date and seduction, feeling conflicted. I wanted Marci to have great sex, since on balance I liked and respected her, but I poignantly wished it was I who expected to provide her with great sex. Teresa met me at the door, released me, and sent me directly upstairs to Marci’s room. I knocked on her open door and entered at her bidding.

Marci sat at the desk bare-legged, shoes off, but still in her short skirt and tight blouse. She appeared to be studying, as she kept her nose in a book for a few minutes. While waiting, I played with myself, happy to be free.

Marci soon put away her book, turned and smiled at me. “Let’s get started. Waiting.” She pointed directly in front of her and I dropped to my knees at the designated spot, eyes down. “I want eye contact and you may speak freely. I don’t seduce males all that often, so I’ll use you as my fashion consultant.”

“Yes, Mistress. I know nothing of feminine fashion.”

“You have one of those, don’t you?” She pointed to my erection. “So you know what turns a guy on.”

“I see, and you’re totally ignorant of that subject,” I said with a raised eyebrow. “I’m happy to help from my fount of male horniness wisdom, not to mention my extensive dating experience. What’s the plan? What will you and your date do?”

“He’s taking me to dinner — I’m letting him choose the place or he’d feel castrated or something — then dancing at the Eucalyptus Room.”

“I see. Granted you are extraordinarily beautiful in every aspect, Mistress Marci, do you know if he’s attracted to any particular part of your body?”

“Well, I’m nowhere near Susan or Vanessa up top, and I usually wear short skirts, so my guess is my Asian face or my legs.”

“I would agree, having greatly enjoyed being teased by your legs many times. Do you wish to tease him or knock-his-eyes-out seduce him?”

“Oh, tease him all night until I’m ready to have him fuck me.”

“Well, then, I suggest a very loose skirt or dress to swirl around your legs as you dance. You can let it show more or less of your legs as you wish when you sit. Heels of course. Long stockings with a thin welt at the top and a garter belt, transparent panties, except at the most critical place, worn outside the garter belt. A push-up bra that leaves the upper slopes of your breasts exposed and a top that allows him a glimpse of cleavage if he stands above you or you bend forward. Light jewelry, dramatic make-up.”

Marci laughed. “Well, now I know what turns you on. I like your choices.” She glanced at a clock on the dresser. “Hmmm.... A lot of extra time for the make-up.... There is enough time. Undress me, massage me back and front and you know how to finish. He picks me up at 6:30 so I should begin my bath in an hour. It’s 3:45 now.”

My experience making Marci feel good made her quite well relaxed and orgasmed in about 45 pleasurable minutes. With her breathing deep, I slid off the bed and went to the wash room to fill one of the tubs. I added a capful of bubble bath. When I returned to her bedroom, she was awake and stretching. “Your bath awaits, milady.”

Marci designated a dress in the closet and told me to select the rest of her ensemble as she bathed. I escorted her to the bath and washed her back, then left her to select lingerie.

First, I took the dress from the closet and laid it on the bed. It was a beaut! Several swirls of alternating white and black satin wrapped around the tight-fitting bodice and waist, then flared, widening to the hem. The low neckline supported one white and one black shoulder strap. Inside, from the waist, descended two gossamer, lace-trimmed slips, black inside, white outside. Whew, I thought. What a hot number for dancing.

I rummaged in her lingerie drawers, selecting a black underwire and matching panties together with a white, lacy, six-strap garter belt. I found a pair of white and black fully-fashioned stockings and threw out my requirement for a narrow welt. Now, about shoes...I knelt in the closet. Two same style shoes, you guess the colors. Earrings...Orcas! Necklace...Yin/Yang!

“Whew!” I breathed. This guy, whoever he is, better be able to hold it for awhile or he’ll get his pants wet, I thought as I walked to the washroom, picking up a bath towel on the way. I dried Marci and accompanied back to her room.

She glanced approvingly at the clothes laid out on the bed. Naked, she sat at the vanity. “Now, help me put on my make-up.”

My jaw literally dropped. “Mistress, I’ve never done anything like that. I’ll spoil your face. I want you to look good for the fortunate boy.”

She smiled at me. “Even though it’s not you who’s going to fuck me tonight?”

“Mistress, you’re entitled to fuck whomever you want. I must help you get ready, since you wish it, however I feel.”

“Good answer. Now, Jenny, I want you to learn to apply make up. I’ll do one half of my face, you’ll do the other.” Still nude, she spread a dry towel over her to catch any excess.

I remained skeptical, but it worked. She talked me through it for the next half hour, and I applied all sorts of paints and powders. I was pretty nervous around her eyes, but I got through it. She saved her lips for last.

“Before we do my lips, I want you properly dressed and I want to give you a reward.” She opened a drawer in the vanity and withdrew a bag. She handed it to me, saying, “Put these on.”

I opened the bag to find a garter belt, stockings, and a lacy, small cup, stretch bra. I looked at Marci quizzically.

“You’ve done such a nice job helping me get ready for my night of fucking that I want you to identify with a girl getting all dolled up. So put these on and wear them until you see me after cleaning up tomorrow.”

I felt kinda silly, but under her directions I snapped the elastic bra in place, discovering the cups were so minimal that they appeared full even with my no-tits. I tucked the garter belt into my panties and drew up the stockings, fastening the clips and adjusting the length.

Marci had me strut around the room a bit, admiring me. I still felt ridiculous, but she said I was cute. She had me come stand in front of her. “Here’s your reward,” she said, and she took my stiff cock in her mouth.

“Ohh,” I groaned, surprised and delighted. I held her head as it moved back and forth. I twitched and gave Marci a bit of precum. Another minute and I edged, moaning.

She released me. “Now, in your lingerie, you’re quite the ladies maid. Dress me.” I began with her bra and finished with the earrings and necklace. About the time I fastened the second stocking (white stocking, black shoe and vice-versa), Marci received a text that her date was on the front porch. “Always keep your date waiting,” she said with a wink, “and we still have to do my lips.” She drew me to her again and took my cock in her mouth once more. I soon edged and we then put on her lipstick, lipliner, and gloss. She stuffed something made of blue cloth into her clutch. Leaving me to put things away, she left for her big night of dining, dancing and sex. What a lucky bastard, I thought, admiring the package she presented, shaking my head, wishing it was I she got so prepared for.

I put the paints and powders away and remade the bed, then went downstairs.

Teresa was still on the door. She gave me the eye and laughed. “You’re cute.” She escorted me Below Stairs. Althea and Zach masturbated there. Zach gave me a wolf whistle and they both told me I was hot. I shook my head in resignation.

Teresa locked me up and handed me my clothes. “No socks for you, Marci’s orders. She told me to remind you to stay in your finery until you meet her after cleaning up her rumpus room.”

I acknowledged the orders and headed back to my dorm. Walking in a garter belt and tight stockings was interesting. I’d never been so aware of my legs. The taut straps stretched with each stride, and the effect intensified as I walked up the steps to the dorm entrance.

I could have gotten away with removing the clothes in my room, but I didn’t for two reasons. First, I thought there might be an inspection. Second, I didn’t want to lie to Marci.

About eight o’clock, I answered a knock on my door to admit Susan, in all her glorious bustiness. She had me strip to my lingerie. Then, she did the most cursory room inspection I ever received. “No male undies, no unauthorized porn,” I said. “That wasn’t the point of this inspection, was it?”

“No, I’m glad to see you’re an obedient crossdresser. You were very pretty at Halloween, and I volunteered for this inspection to see you again. You’re cute all hairless.” She ran her hand over my hairless butt, scratched me and gave my cheeks a few swats with her hand. She juggled my balls and slapped them lightly. When she opened the door to leave, she stopped a moment and said, a bit louder than necessary, “Remember to keep your garter belt and stockings on over night.”

I sighed and forced myself to say thank you, but I was tense. I didn’t really think she’d out me like that, the hall was probably empty, but it did give me a jolt.

Later, I went out for a study break. I could see how the stocking/garter combination with a skirt would make a girl feel very powerful and sexy indeed. I sat in the coffee shop, drinking herbal tea, reading a magazine.

A hand slid across my back, right over my brastrap. “Nice socks.”

Startled and momentarily afraid I’d been detected, stood and turned. Whew! “Penelope and Daniela. What a surprise.” I took a deep breath as the Sisters grinned. “Join me?”

“For a moment,” said Daniela. They perched on the rather rickety chairs, placing their cups on the tiny table.

“Everyone knows what Marci gave you to wear,” put in Penelope. “Do they feel good?”

“They’re not uncomfortable. I thought they would be.”

“It’s all in the fit. Harder for males, but I’m told it can be done perfectly. Is it fun for you?” Daniela asked.

“I don’t know about fun, but Marci told me to dress like this to identify with her being so sexy on a date. It feels good to be obedient to her.”

“Good for you.”

“That’s the way to think, serving boy.”

We talked a bit about the Halloween party and Veronica’s return, expected the next day. They made eyes at each other and touched each others’ shoulders and thighs, more frequently as time went on. Wishing that I could watch what they were going to do next, I finished my tea. “I see you two have unfinished business back at the house. With your kind permission, ladies, I’ll return to the dorm.”

I thought the lingerie would interfere with sleep, but I was so used to the garments by then that I didn’t notice them at all.

Marci’s text came at 8:30 AM, much earlier than I expected. “2nd BR R. Bring pantz. M”

I texted back “OK.” I ate a hasty breakfast, washed and adjusted the clips and sliders; my stockings had loosened over night. Fresh panties covering my cock and fresh clothes covering my lingerie, I went to the Sorority trysting site. Noises, grunts, moans, cries, slaps, rhythmic thumping, came down the hall from the other rooms.

When I entered the second bedroom on the right, I immediately suspected something was up. The room didn’t smell of stale pussy, cum and sweat. Two wine glasses, partially full, stood on the small table, next to the open bottle. Most odd, the bedclothes were barely disturbed.

What was that about panties, I wondered. Brows furrowed, I took out the stale wine, washed the glasses in the kitchen sink and replaced them on the bookshelf that served as a general catch all for the amenities of the bedroom. Turning away, I saw the far side of the bed for the first time. A pair of lacy, turquoise panties lay discarded on the floor.

I never dressed Marci in those. I picked them up and tugged the waistband. They looked big enough for me. I checked the label. Yep, size 7, women’s large, my size. I looked closer. In front, up near the waist, was a darker area, irregular in shape, where the fabric was a bit stiffer than the rest.

I sat on the bed and sighed. Poor Marci. She wanted him in panties and her big macho date couldn’t maintain control. All that anticipation and preparation only to get one pair of prematurely soiled panties. I shook my head and got up to remake the bed. When I was done, I checked the place and left, discarding the wine bottle in the recycling bin in the apartment’s kitchen.

The offending panties in my pocket, I made my way to the Sorority. It was too early for anyone to be on the door, and Dorothea eventually responded and let me in. She was preoccupied, unlocked me Below Stairs, and left, saying little. I stripped to my finery and trudged upstairs to Marci’s room. The door was closed and I knocked. “It’s Jenny.”

“Come in.”

Marci sat at her desk, books spread before her, in jeans and a tee shirt. She rose when I entered, giving me a shallow smile.

I opened my arms, offering a hug. “Oh, Marci, I’m so sorry. What a shame.” She accepted my hug and I kissed the top of her head.

She broke the hug. “Well, things don’t always work out as we hope.” She sighed. “I do know, though, I can get a man any time I want.”

“You sure can, Marci. But your deep disappointment remains. I know its not as exciting as a seduction, but I offer my humble self as a male trained by experts to have great sexual self-control. You may use me as a substitute or as a whipping boy or both. I’m here for you.”

Marci laughed gently. “I’m back to normal, little desire for prick. But taking it out on yours has some appeal. I might as well get some thing positive out of all this.”

“You already did,” I said with a lopsided grin.

“Huh?”

“You discovered another guy who gets hard if you put him in panties.”

She really laughed then. “So I did. Maybe some day I’ll find a use for that fact. Now, put my clothes away while I think of ways to avenge myself at your expense.”

All Marci’s sexy garments lay in a heap on the floor near the closet. The normally fastidious beauty must have been bitterly disappointed upon her return. I swiftly put everything away. I approached her and dropped to the Waiting position. “Mistress Marci, I’m eager to accept whatever you dish out to avenge yourself for men who have no control and who can’t meet you most simple demands.”

She glanced at the clock on the desk. “I have to leave to get Veronica in an hour and a half. Let’s get started.” She moved to the bed and opened a drawer in the bedside table. “Hand me your panties and take off your bra.” I hung the bra on the doorknob and handed her my panties. She said, “There’s a long black scarf in the closet. Bring it to me.”

As I rummaged the rack on the back of the door, I heard a subdued clatter behind me. As I turned around with the scarf, Marci covered some items on the bed with a pillow.

With an evil grin, she took the scarf from my hand. Kneeling on the bed, she had me stand with my back to her as she wound the scarf around my head several times. She quizzed me about whether I could see by looking down and I assured her I couldn’t. She told me to lie on the bed on my back.

The blindfold wasn’t very disconcerting; I took one step toward the head of the bed, one forward so my thigh touched the bed, turned, and sat, swiveled and lay down.

Silence reigned for a few moments. Then Marci whispered directly in my ear. “Big, strong swimmer. BMOC, are you? Look at you now.” Throughout this torture, she never raised her voice above a whisper.

I felt something cold and metallic on my nipples. “Ouch!” I gasped. Some sort of clamps tightened on my nipples quite painfully. My breath slowly returned to normal as I resigned myself to the constant, nagging pain.

“It’s so easy for you to emit fluids that I’m going shut off certain critical orifices. Speak only when spoken to or I’ll gag you. Spontaneous ejaculations upon the application of pain are allowed; begging is not.”

The silence that followed was broken by clinking noises. Marci held my cock loosely in her hand and, using squeezes and strokes, got me hard.

“Now, you’re all hard and rampant. A little late, you premie.” She shifted her grip, cradling my ballsack on her palm.

“Ahhh! Ohhh!” Twin grips, on the bottom of my sack.

“Hold still, you, while I finish my clamping.”

Breathing hard, I endured as she placed clip after clip on alternate sides of my scrotum, circling it, heading closer and closer to my shaft. She soon had my balls surrounded. What next?

“Have you any idea how disappointing your disgraceful ejaculation this evening was? How humiliating?”

“No, miss. I’m very sorry I let you down.” The clips on my nipples moved slightly. Then, they pulled upward sharply, tugging my underdeveloped breast flesh sharply. They fell back to normal, then she pulled them up again. She repeated the cycle several times. I arched my back in an involuntary, vain effort to minimize the pain. I realized this bit was over when I felt the string she’d evidently tied to the clamps fall on my belly. I concentrated on controlling my breathing.

“I got a male to help me choose clothes to entice and arouse you. What a waste! Now, I’m going to decorate your sorry quick shooter.”

I tensed, expecting pain. Instead, I got pleasure. Typical Marci. She slowly rotated my cockhead between her thumb and two fingertips and gently ran another fingertip up and down over my urethra. Brought me right up, despite the constant irritating sting on my sack. I felt something fit around my shaft.

“The male who helped me dress isn’t big and handsome like you, but I’ve had him dripping precum for hours while I played with his cock and he licked my pussy. He’s got the control you lack; he’s only cum for me once, when I rewarded him with permission after he’d fucked me for 45 minutes.”

Something tightened around the base of my cock. I took in a deep, fearful breath, but it wasn’t painful, just tight.

“Here’s something to help you keep it up, little man. You’ll swell up and be a bit thicker and more sensitive. You need all the help you can get to remain stiff during your punishment. Look at it, all excited. Here’s a taste of what you’re missing.” With that, Marci put her lips around my oversensitized cock and gave me two slow sucks, up and down. “That’s it for you and your loser cock. No more hand, no more mouth, and never any pussy. Now, I’m going to make sure you don’t cum prematurely again.”

I felt something press against me, this time just over my sensitive frenulum. I nearly hyperventilated, I was so afraid. Sure enough, whatever fiendish device she used operated by a screw that tightened, tightened, tightened. “Ahhhh!” I gasped again as the clamp compressed my cockhead. I’d never felt anything like it and it was no fun. True, after a few deep breaths, I tolerated it, but I couldn’t relax.

“My obedient, nerdy slave boy is a way better lover than you. Just like you, when I first put him in panties, he swelled up to his full growth. His cockhead poked above the waistband, but not yours. He stayed hard. Not you. As soon as I snapped the waistband around your hips, it worked like a switch to your cum muscles. Gobs of your white jism forced their way through the lace, dribbled down, staining the pretty panties I chose for you to spice up our rutting. I have no use for you after I’m done with this punishment.”

Marci picked up the reigns of my nipple clips. I expected a tug, but instead she used some thin cane-like device on the exposed underside of my cock. That hurt and made me squirm. She grabbed the clamp on my cockhead and twisted it around, back and forth, like it was a bottle cap. She stopped that and tugged on the nipple string.

I take it back. The blindfold definitely disconcerted me. For quite some time, she switched among these three torments, in no particular order, with some variations such as using the cane thing on my nipples, or a wider slapping device on my cock. She paused between each of her amusements while I lay in terror, with no clue which part of my body was to suffer next. Throughout it all, the light clamp, or whatever it was, on the base of my cock kept me upright.

I heard her rummaging around, farther across the room than at other times. Then heard the exaggerated snap of a smart phone camera shutter three times. I gulped.

Finally, she whispered, “Would you like to be released? You may beg now.”

“Please, Miss Marci, please let me go. I am so sorry I came so quickly. I apologize from the bottom of my heart and from the base of my cock. Thank you for punishing me. I deserve it for disappointing you so much. I was unprepared for how exciting a pair of panties would be on me. Next time, I’ll do bet...OW!” She wrenched my cockhead and slapped my balls.

“Don’t kid yourself, silly boy with the useless dick. No second chances for you. Beg.”

‘Please, Miss Marci, please. It hurts so much. I am so sorry i couldn’t perform. I’m so sorry I was inadequate. I’m so sorry I let you down. Please, please, Miss Marci. Please let me go. Please!”

“Since you beg so nicely, OK.”

I felt her move the clip on my left nipple. YOW! A searing pain shot through my chest, much greater than the initial pinch. I never imagined it would be like that. I reached up to rub it.

Marci caught my wrist. “No touching. Put your hands behind your butt. Isn’t it exquisite? You beg to have them removed and it hurts more than originally. Now, you have a choice to make and hurry, I don’t have much time. I can remove the clamps quickly and you’ll receive the pain all at once, but for a very short period of time, or I can take them off one at a time and it won’t be so intense. Which? Choose now.”

“Oh, let’s get it over with. I just want out of these damn things.”

“I see you’re not trained. A good servant would have thanked me for the choice. But I left enough time to remove the clips one at a time and it would be a shame to let my forbearance and planning be for naught. I lied; you had no real choice.” She removed one of the clips on my ballsack.

I gasped and rolled my head. Pause, another. And so on. I moaned and thrashed about. Somewhere in the midst of it she removed the second nipple clip, a fresh, sharp agony. A while after that, my head rolling worked the scarf loose, and I saw my poor cock, still with a small cap-like helmet attached by a setscrew, all inflamed and red from the caning, and a few tiny clothespins swinging on my scrotum as it rocked back and forth with my motions. Only a few more, I noticed, relieved. A bit more moaning and thrashing and my ballsack, with a line of red welts around it, was again free.

Marci got on the bed for the first time. Kneeling between my knees, with a big grin she tugged my partially erect cock upward, hard by gripping the cap. Rotating her wrist to allow maximum twist, she quickly wrenched the setscrew and tugged the helmet off my helmet.

I screamed and thrashed about, pounding my fists on the bed, hips rising and falling in a grotesque parody of fucking. Oh, that hurt so much. I wanted to hold my aching cock, but managed not to. Finally, I lay there, gasping, tears in my eyes.

As I recovered, a feeling of warmth and tightness reminded me there was one more thing to go. A flesh-colored strap encircled the base of my cock. Not more pain! I took a deep breath.

Marci grasped the band and tugged. A ripping sound, and off it went, providing relief, but, to my surprise, no real pain. The turgidity that remained in my cock quickly subsided.

Marci lay beside me, hugged me and gave me a big, French kiss. “Jenny, I feel so much better. Tormenting you was the best thing I could have done this morning.”

“Well, thank you, Marci. I’m glad to help, though it hurt a lot and the blindfold terrified me.”

“I loved how well you played your role. We took no time to plan, and you had to figure out how to go along, which you did, brilliantly.”

“Wow, thanks. I thought about cussing and threatening, which a lot of guys would do, but I decided he was both embarrassed at his failure and hoped for a second chance.”

“Well, it worked great. I got excited and I’m very horny for my reunion with Veronica. Which reminds me. I need to change. I don’t need your help for that, Jenny; I know just how to dress to get her going. You have a full shift tomorrow afternoon and evening, right?”

“Yes.”

“Well, Veronica remembers how thoughtful you were of her, so we have plans for you. Now run along and let me dress. Oh, yes. Keep your bra, garter belt and stockings. We’ll use them again.”

When I got back to my dorm room and checked my Auxiliary mail, I received the three pictures from Marci. One showed me head to upper thigh, one zoomed closer, revealing the nipple clips to be black metal paper clips joined by a red string. In the third shot, my scrotum held a ring of several brightly colored, plastic clothespins, the tight cap and nearly invisible strap, all framed by my pretty garter belt and the stockings. Despite myself, I thought it looked sexy and submissive. My shaft, red and inflamed, had several welts from whatever light cane she used.

I had a bit more than 24 hours to do a weekend’s worth of studying, so I disciplined myself to get busy.

***
The story so far:
Jerry, an 18 year old nerdy college Freshman, is flabbergasted when a gorgeous blonde seeks him out. To his amazement, he is invited to compete against several other boys for the privilege of serving the sexual and other needs of a sorority of dominant beauties. He prepares himself to get an edge and endures ordeals in parts 1 and 2.

I apply to the Sorority Auxiliary, Part 1
http://www.milovana.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=18&t=7388
I apply to the Sorority Auxiliary, Part 2
http://www.milovana.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=18&t=7389
The ordeals continue into Saturday. Later, he and two other successful candidates begin training in both sexual and non-sexual service to the ladies. Will these nerds lose their virginity? Saturday is covered in parts 3A and 3B.
Initiation to Sorority Auxiliary, Part 3A: Saturday
http://www.milovana.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=18&t=7576
Initiatoin to Sorority Auxiliary, Part 3B: Saturday
http://www.milovana.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=18&t=7577
A rigorous training day goes into Sunday evening, when there is an initiation ceremony, complete with a faculty advisor.
Sorority Auxiliary, Part 4A: Marci
http://www.milovana.com/forum/viewtopic ... 66#p102366
Sorority Auxiliary, Part 4B: Veronica
http://www.milovana.com/forum/viewtopic ... 64#p102364
Sorority Auxiliary, Part 4C: Samantha
http://www.milovana.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=18&t=7874
Jenny's first day of service and more are described in
Sorority Auxiliary, Part 5: My Service Begins
http://www.milovana.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=18&t=9579
Sorority Auxiliary, Part 6: True Service is Hard
Jenny is further challenged to learn more about being a sexual servant and plaything.
http://www.milovana.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=18&t=9621.
Sorority Auxiliary 7: First Failure
Jenny tries hard, but fails to meet a challenge. Was he set up?
http://www.milovana.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=18&t=9727
The sorority Halloween festivities in two installments:
http://www.milovana.com/forum/viewtopic ... 18&t=12794
http://www.milovana.com/forum/viewtopic ... 18&t=12795
The morning after Halloween: Marci and Jenny
http://www.milovana.com/forum/viewtopic ... 18&t=13036
Samantha takes Jenny to a new level of intimacy
http://www.milovana.com/forum/viewtopic ... 18&t=13195
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Re: The Sorority Auxiliary, Ch.9, Pt. 3: Marci’s Big Date

Post by Chico »

Another excellent chapter and while I'm not a fan of CBT the other trials and tribulations of "our hero" are still "exciting" and for me, the lingerie play is good.
Thanks again for your good work - hopefully there's still more to come :-D
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