Sorority Auxiliary Part 6: True Service is Hard!

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Chapter 6: True Service is Hard!

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. In parts 3 and 4, he gets trained to serve the Sisters and begins service. In part 5, he pleasured Veronica, a spectacularly beautiful redhead. She lectured him on the proper attitude of a sexual servant.

References to the previous chapters on Milovana are at the end of this installment.

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I awoke remembering the heady taste of Veronica’s pussy. The stimulus which pushed me to partial consciousness was the pressure in my blue balls combined with my prick’s vain attempt to break out of the cage. Shaking my head, I got in the shower, eradicating any lingering traces of Veronica’s fluids.
For the next couple of days, I remained dejected. I received no summons from the sorority and no idea when I’d next serve. I was to report on Saturday, but only for training in menial, rather than sexual, service. I desperately wanted to cum, to fuck one of the snobby beauties. Meanwhile, I couldn’t really date anyone ‘cause my cock was all locked up. What a dilemma! I now had sexual experience and some degree of confidence, but no way to demonstrate it to a willing sex partner.
When I arrived at my dorm room Friday after classes, I checked email. Chatty stuff from Mom, spam about how to grow my penis or breasts, an offer to study with a group, blah, blah, blah. Then, while I was online, I got an email from [email protected]. Here it is, a bit shortened.
Jenny,
From time to time you will receive an evaluation of your services to your Superiors. Just as you are required to log your interactions with us, we rate you. Our ratings are important to you because they affect how frequently you will be assigned the preferred weekend or holiday shifts or even selected for special assignments.
The Sisters involved in each activity with you rate your performance on a scale of 1-5. To be scheduled for weekend shifts, you must attain an average of 4 for ten consecutive activities with no rating less than 2.5. To be given special assignments, you must average 4.5 for ten consecutive activities. with no rating less than 3.5. There is no appeal of a rating.

Rater(s)
Samantha
Activity
Initial Contact
Comments
Nervous! Polite. Attempts to act debonair were ludicrous. I had a hard time avoiding laughter. Erected prior to introducing the real subject. Kept his head in the discussion.
Rating
3.5
Rater(s)
Dorothea
Activity
Pleasure/Pain endurance
Comments
Never completely lost erection! Dripped precum. Obeyed commands. Said my pleasure came first. Took a harder beating than I intended.
Rating
5

My final average was 3.6. Elaine and Veronica had each rated me at 3. “You must concentrate on keeping our needs and pleasure in the forefront of your mind and express your desire to serve us in all your actions. Your journal entries are very accurate, but only reflect the physical interactions. The rating of 2 on your journal is the major block between you and more frequent and desirable service shifts. You are off to a good start and work on these areas will bring you the rewards of true service.
Well! That took me down a peg! Here I thought I was doing so much better than Zoe or Kristina, but my journal sucked and even the smallest attitude problem counted against me. How could I make up 4 tenths of a point?
I could do something about my journal. I had nothing else so on Friday night. I decided to strip to my panties to get in the mood of what it was like in the TDK house. Here’s what I came up with:
I thank the Sisters for taking the time to evaluate my service and behavior. I have been humbled and now am determined to improve my attitude and my service and therefore my score.

Since Sister Veronica chastised me for thinking of my desires and pleasure when I was alone Below Stairs (as well as feeling sorry for myself), I’ve thought about my attitude. I have indeed been selfish, wanting to serve the Sisters in ways that are pleasurable to me rather than to take joy in serving them as they wish. For example, I felt sorry for myself because I don’t know the time for my next shift. Not only that, but I realize I’m selfish when I look forward to the sight, feel and taste of any of the Sisters. This is selfish and not a servant’s attitude. At the same time, it is true that I look forward eagerly to giving pleasure to any Sister that wishes to use me. I am so fulfilled when I see a Sister in ecstasy. I have also learned to accept the pain the Sisters inflict on me with joy because they love hurting me or because I am humbly eager to accept correction and training.
I endeavor to cultivate this last attitude. In all honesty, I think it is very difficult to eradicate my own desire for sexual pleasure (especially when I’ve only this week learned how truly overpowering it is!). I may yet need correction in this area again, but I will strive to improve.

I actually meant all that and wasn’t just sucking up.
Just after dinner that Friday evening, while I worked on a mechanical drawing, there was a knock on my door. “Who is it?” I called, a bit nervous since I was only in panties. Fortunately, it was Kari and Daniela, so I unlocked and opened the door.
The Sisters beamed when they saw me in my black lace. They entered and said, “Panty inspection. You pass!” Daniela rifled through my drawers and Kari poked about among my books and papers. They looked under the bed, lifted the mattress and rummaged around the tiny closet. I asked what they were looking for and they said male undies and unapproved porn. I assured them there were no such items, and they confirmed it.
Daniela, with a wicked smile, tugged her tee shirt up to her neck and told me to lick her nipples. I liked that; Daniela’s breasts supported large, round aureolas and prominent nipples that grew under my lips. I hefted her breasts from beneath. I loved doing this, but my cock strained at my cage and my testicles throbbed.
Kari tugged my panties down and briskly smacked me with the flexible plastic ruler from my desk. “I haven’t spanked a boy yet today,” she muttered, striking me harder. My hips twitched and drove my cage into Daniela’s thighs.
“You did that well enough. I’m horny, “Daniela said huskily. She lay on my bed with her legs spread and pointed. Her open mini revealed she wore no panties. Grinning, I lay on the bed between her legs, replacing my hands on her breasts and gently licking her bare outer lips.
“On your knees. Keep your ass up in the air for me,” growled Kari. She kept going on me with the ruler, which stung sharply. I concentrated on the delicious tastes and smells from Daniela’s slit. I licked all her lips and flicked my tongue over her clit. Her breathing got deeper and louder, louder still and finally went to staccato cries as she came. I kept licking and she came again, then pushed me roughly away. She caught her breath and grinned at Kari. “Want him to lick you, too, hon?”
“No, I just wanted to hurt him. He shouldn’t have total joy when he services you.”
Daniela pulled her tee shirt down and stood up, her mini covering her sex. I noticed a bit of her fluid dripping down the insides of her thighs. “Show us to the door like a polite host,” she commanded.
I opened the door and thanked them for the panty inspection. As they left, I realized there was a guy in the hall and that I stood there in my panties! I hastily closed the door. I pulled on a pair of pants and a shirt. Sure enough, there was a knock on my door. “Who is it?”
“Ty from next door. Open up.”
Gulping, I pulled the door. “Yes?”
My next door neighbor, a hulking athletic type named Tyrus, stood before me, eyebrows raised. “Who were those bitches? They were totally hot! Were you eating them out? I heard a girl cum. And was that a spanking I heard?”
The Sisters’ instructions were not to reveal details of anything that went on sexually between the Sisters and anyone else and not to lie. No secrets of the TDK could be revealed.
“Yeah, they earned the right to spank me and one of them came. I’m really not supposed to talk about it.”
“Wow, fuckin’ incredible. I didn’t know you had it in you. I always thought you were some sorta nerd, I gotta admit. Those were hot babes! How’d you meet them?”
“Through some friends.”
Baffled, Ty looked at me, probably wondering why I wasn’t doing the typical male bragging. “Well, if a couple of babes like that wanted to spank me, I’d probably let ‘em. You’re a lucky dude. Ever fuck them?”
“Not yet. I have hopes.”
“Shit, you’ll fuck ‘em. Your mouth smells of pussy all the way over here. Lucky stiff,” he muttered as he moved toward the stairs.
Boy, was I relieved. The sight of the two beautiful girls, Kari in tight jeans and Daniela in her mini distracted him from noticing my lacy black panties.
In the morning, Kristina, Zoe, and I reported to the house for training. We learned pool and yard maintenance and, predictably, were informed that these duties were ours as Freshmen. The upside? While on the grounds for work, we might be used for pleasure. But no such luck that day.
After our training, we three went to a coffee house to compare notes. Zoe had finally caught up with us in training, losing his virginity to Sofia, whom he said had caned him mercilessly before mounting and riding him. He said it was sure fun and he’d loved his cum, but she made his cock hurt even during the act. He still awaited his first service shift.
Kristina asked me my score. Both guys eyed me suspiciously and sullenly refused to tell me their scores. I hid my joyous reaction at this confirmation of my higher status. No need to gloat.
“I guess I’m glad to be selected and I’m sure glad I was a winner,” mused Kristina, “and I probably wouldn’t have got laid or eaten pussy by this time, but they sure do make you earn it!”
“Yeah, they do,” I put in, “but it’s sure fun when we serve.”
“Even the pain?” asked Zoe skeptically.
“I gotta admit I liked the paddling Veronica gave me even though it hurt. She taught me to focus on her pleasure, not mine.”
“Right. Like you can put your own desires away.” Kristina wasn’t buying it.
“No, I’m not saying I’m there, but I try to develop those attitudes. I’d like to be selected more and to get some of those special assignments.”
“I dunno,” said Zoe, shaking his head. “The special assignment might be to fuck yourself in the ass while they all laugh at you.”
“Right,” agreed Kristina. “Also, aren’t you thinking of your own pleasure when you desire the special assignments, whatever they are?”
I just flipped my eyebrows, not having a good answer. Soon after that, we went to our dorms to study.
For the next few weeks, I received one or two after school shifts a week. They were mostly variations on my first shift. I ate lotsa pussy, took spankings from different sisters and one painful butt-fucking from Sofia, who had a reputation for taking us that way. Saturday trainings continued with maid service, heavy cleaning, trash and recycling, and cooking added to our duties, most with rotations involving the more experienced servants. I ended up being in the Sorority more for this menial service than for the sexual duties. And I still hadn’t cum since I’d lost my virginity!
Each time I arrived after the first service visit, the Sister who unlocked me gave me an essay and told me to read it before I looked at any pictures or stories. The essays dealt with such subjects as a mistress noting the changes in her submissive’s behavior and attitudes, why one mistress felt that women were superior to men, or the reaction of a male to his enslavement. To me, it all went along with what Veronica told me about developing the attitude of a true servant. I figured I’d take the time I needed to remain hard Under Stairs as a chance to practice feeling pleasure while thinking of how to please a Sister. At first, it was too easy to imagine pleasing them by pushing my penis into their pussies! I forced myself to think of just licking them, giving a sensuous massage, or even spreading my ass wide for buttfucking as different ways to serve. I managed to keep myself hard thinking these thoughts. I carefully noted these efforts in my journal. Once a week, I read the reports and watched as my average rose each week.
One incident in this period that I didn’t fully comprehend at the time now stands out. Shortly after I ate some delicious chile I found in the kitchen, I sat back Under Stairs, dutifully wanking with Talissa and another of the servants, Bethie. Angela came in looking for someone to take care of her. Talissa greeted her with a big smile. She barely glanced at him and crooked her finger at me. Discarding the femdom tale I’d been reading, I followed her from the room for what turned out to be a routine hairbrushing and cuntlapping.
Upon my return, as I told my tale to the others, Bethie said I was lucky, that he’d never tasted Angela. But Talissa sniffed and said Angela used him in special ways, that she simply toyed with me. Though he hadn’t actually insulted me, he sure was snobby.
One Thursday late in October, I received email telling me that I’d reached a 4.5 average! My first special assignment was to report to the house at 4:00 on Friday.
Kari met me at the door and unlocked me. I immediately began stroking and I inflated just about instantly. I always reacted like that when my cock was finally freed. Kari grasped my cock and led me upstairs to her room. She wore very tight faded blue jeans and a light green tee shirt. We walked side by side on the wide staircase and I watched her breasts bounce as she ascended.
Once in her room, she sat at her vanity and addressed me. “I am going on a date t this evening with a handsome, strong, vigorous jock. I’m going to fuck him until he’s completely drained. You are going to help me seduce him.”
Taken aback, I managed to say, “I hope you have a wonderful time, mistress, but I hardly think you need any help, least of all mine, in seducing him.”
She laughed and handed me a bottle of bubble bath. “Go draw me a bath and add a capful of this to the water just as it starts. Get a large towel while the tub fills. When the tub is full, come and get me. Maintain your erection.”
I returned with the bottle of bubble bath in about 10 minutes. “Your bath awaits, oh my mistress,” I said. Kari sat at her vanity, tee shirt removed to expose a lacy white sling bra, one without cups. She held a necklace to her throat while inspecting herself in the mirror.
She stood and said, “Good. Accompany me to the bath.” She handed me three more bottles, soap, shampoo, conditioner.
In the bathroom, she told me to undress her and granted me permission to gently rub her body. Well, I took my time, let me tell you. Her large, round breasts needed no bra, they were so firm. The round brown aureolas surrounded rather small nipples which erected immediately when I twirled them. Her jeans hung up for a second on her wide hips while the tiny panties practically floated to the floor. I barely had a glimpse of her hairless slit as she stepped from her pants into the bath and submerged. Her upper cleavage rose enticingly from the slightly blue bubbles.
She lay back, soaking her hair. She washed her face first, then the rest of her body, moving me to faster pumping as I watched her massage her breasts and tweak her nipples. When I eagerly offered my assistance, she just gave me a grin and a shake of her head. “Massage the shampoo into my hair.”
This was one of the services I’d masturbated to in practice. Would it work in real life? Slowly, I worked my fingers along her scalp, spreading the shampoo throughout her short brown hair. She likes this, so I’m being a good servant, I told myself. A ewer rested in a niche above the bathtub. I used it to rinse her hair with clean water, then repeated the process with the conditioner. Throughout the process, I remained stiff, losing very little firmness. I felt good about that.
Kari permitted me to touch her as I dried her, so I didn’t need to fondle myself during that delightful chore. I remained as hard as the granite table top in the kitchen. In fact, the sight and smell of her pussy got me to twitch and leak. “Mistress, you’re so arousing and beautiful I’m dripping. Your date will do anything for you, I’m sure.”
“I daresay you’re correct, bit I still need your help. Let’s go.” Both nude, we crossed the hall to her room.
Kari sat before her vanity, make-up lights on, and applied various creams and powders to her face in a ritual fascinating to me. I’d only witnessed women powdering their noses or my mother occasionally doing something with her eyes or lips. Enthralled, I watched Kari from foundation to lip gloss. Her concentration appeared total as she leaned forward, lining her eyebrows.
Yet she carried on a conversation with me. “My date tonight is very athletic and confident. He’s handsome and used to getting his own way with the girls he takes out. I’ve heard he has a long, thick penis and knows how to use it to please a woman. He’s even said to take time to be sure his paramours are satisfied. I’m determined to enjoy his athleticism and sexual prowess, but only on my own terms. What do you suggest?”
“Ummm, mistress, I’ve never thought about anything like this before. May I take a moment to gather my thoughts?”
“A short moment.”
I recalled one of the letters I’d read Below Stairs. A girl on a first date told the guy after a good night kiss that he could come in, but they’d enjoy limited sexual activity and he couldn’t touch her. She then put on a sensuous masturbation show where she was nude and he was fully clothed. I thought I could adapt this to Kari’s situation.
“Mistress, may I ask what is planned for your date?”
“Yes, he’s taking me to dinner at a moderately fancy place, then a movie. I suppose we’ll go someplace afterwards. You may not know that the Sorority has a few condos where we can entertain male guests without revealing any secrets of the TDK. I’ll have him take me there and spend the night rocking the bed with him.”
I couldn’t help but sigh. What a lucky guy. “Mistress, I suggest you dress subtly but very sexy and tease him mercilessly. Flirt, then act distant again and again. Keep him guessing, right up until the door of the apartment. He’ll want to kiss you and you might pretend to be overwhelmed or underwhelmed by that, depending on your judgment of what will work with this guy. My guess is underwhelmed since you want it all to be on your terms. Then tell him he can come in, but only if he agrees to do things the way you want. He won’t refuse!”
“Not a bad strategy. How do you suggest I dress?”
I almost started to sweat. What did I know about dressing to tease and seduce? Well, I knew what got me going. Taking a deep breath (very aware I’d lost some hardness with the raised anxiety), I said, “Well, Mistress, I feel sure most men would agree your best feature for seduction is your bust. I suggest a bra that gives plenty of uplift and a dress or blouse that shows only a hint until you bend forward when the full depth is revealed, perhaps even a bit of the bra.” As I said this, I stared at her naked breasts. There remained no problem about my hardness.
“So a way to control my cleavage tease. Hmmm...What about my legs and feet?”
“You are blessed with beautiful legs, Mistress. There are many ways to enhance their natural beauty. A miniskirt, pantyhose and high heels always attract male attention, but don’t go along with the subtle and varied approach we agreed upon, I think.” I looked at her inquiringly. She nodded, so I went on. “I suggest seamed stockings, black for evening wear, and a garter belt for support. When seen from behind the seams will attract your date’s eyes to your calves and on up to the hem. He’ll be intrigued to discover whether you’re wearing stockings or pantyhose, giving you an air of erotic mystery. You can “accidentally” show enough leg to give him a glimpse of stocking welt or not, at your whim.”
“Hmm...shoes?”
“Obviously high heels...and stilettos, not platform. The question is, closed or open-toe? Do you have any clue whether he’s into feet?” Wow, listen to me, I thought. I have learned a lot from my reading Below Stairs.
Kari shook her head. “No clue. He likes my chest.”
“So do I.” We shared a grin and she thrust her chest out, then returned to apply lipstick. Her make-up was nearly complete.
“I think closed toe and sometimes dangle them. Think that will appeal?”
“I’m sure it will,” she said. She pursed her lips and applied gloss and favored me with a big smile.
I gasped, “You are gorgeous, Mistress. He’ll grovel at your feet if you tell him to.”
“We’ll see who grovels in a few minutes. For now, go to the closet and select a dress.”
On the spot again, I groaned to myself, pawing delicately through several frocks hanging in Kari’s closet, looking first at the necklines. I selected three, one with a squared off opening and puffy shoulders, one with twin scallops to cover the breasts, and the last with a rounded opening and long sleeves. I noticed the scalloped number was a minidress and replaced it. The puffy shoulders item was dark blue with off-white accents at the neck, arms, and knee-length hem. The long-sleeved dress was black and looked rather more formal than the others. I held up the puffy shoulders. “I suggest this dress, Mistress, if it meets with your approval.”
“So far, you’re doing very well, slave Jenny. Now, to help me seduce my jock, select my lingerie from that dresser drawer.”She designated a wide drawer at the top of her dresser.
I carefully hung the dress facing outwards in the closet.
In a moment my eyes and hands feasted on disorderly piles of nylon. The wide drawer had four compartments, one for pairs of stockings in plastic baggies, one with garter belts and other, larger garments, another with panties, and finally bras. Lotsa styles and colors. For some reason, I got very aroused seeing them and feeling around in the smooth fabric. I found just what I imagined, a pair of panties in a similar shade of blue as the chosen dress — dark, but not to be confused with navy or black. I held them up for Kari’s inspection. They had a little lace trim at the waist and legs, but the butt and most of the front were transparent. An opaque panel hid the target.
“Good choice. There is a matching garter belt and two matching bras.”
I lay the panties on the bed and rummaged about quickly finding the garter belt. In a few more seconds I understood why there were two bras. One was a regular bra and the other had a long extension down the waist. The smaller bra had partially transparent cups, while the longer one did not.
Kari, standing with one leg sideways and the other thrust forward, shoulders back so her breasts were prominent, tilted her head to one side and asked, “Which?”
“I think the longer one. It will intrigue him more than these transparent cups.” I stared, mesmerized by her exquisite beauty.
“I’ll take your advice. White pumps.”
I knelt and selected a pair from the closet floor. Kari, meanwhile, had selected a pair of stockings and placed them on the bed next to the other lingerie.
“Good. Now help me into my bra. Fasten the first three clasps in front.” I did so and Kari bent forward, letting her large breasts dangle. “Smooth then into the cups. Touch as much as you like.”
I dripped precum as I molded her warm bubbies into the clinging cups and fastened the last two clasps. I was breathing hard and Kari’s eyes shone.
“Next the garter belt.”
As I placed the garment around the hips, I noticed there were six straps. Very secure, very sexy. I took the liberty of rubbing her from the bra to the wide part of her hips and over the jutting globes of her ass, so nicely framed by the garter belt.
Kari sat on the edge of the bed and took the stockings from the baggie. “Have you ever put on stockings before?” she asked.
When I said no, she showed me how to roll a stocking up while avoiding snags, then stretched out one long leg.
My breathing audible, I placed the nylon over her painted nails and adjusted the heel, which tapered to a point rather high on her calf. My balls ached, my penis twitched, and precum again dampened my shaft. Keeping the seam straight as I slid the hose up her thigh was a delight and provided me with an excuse to feel her smooth flesh and the taut nylon. I then repeated the entire exciting process on the other leg.
Kari stood and I got on my knees to fasten the clips and tighten the straps to keep the nylons snug. I know if I’d been stroking myself I would have been right at the edge. Kari pointed her toe at the shoes and I crawled to them. She lifted one foot after another to accept these final touches of feminine beauty.
I stared, penis twitching uncontrollably. “Oh, Mistress Kari, you are so beautiful, so lovely, so utterly sexy!” I bent down and kissed her shoes, panting.
“Yes, I do look good enough to seduce any male. Thank you for your help, Jenny. I never could have thought of this by myself. You may stop worshipping now.”
I leaned back just a bit. “Mistress, you’ve just been playing with me!”
“Of course, silly Jenny. What good is a slave if you don’t play with him?” She tousled my hair. “Now, hand me the riding crop hanging inside the closed door.
Feeling foolish, I retrieved the crop and dropped to one knee as I lay it on both my palms to present it to her where she sat on the bed. She accepted my offering and lay back the pillows, legs spread. “These panties are much too fresh. Lick me through them until I tell you to stop.” She directed me to kneel on all fours over her leg. “I’m going to crop you while you lick me to orgasm.”
“Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress,” I said as I got into place. I felt the crop’s tip before I locked my lips to Kari’s. Oh, she smelled and tasted so good. My tongue made her wet as I lapped up and down, probing the lips as well as I could with the fabric between us. Even as I pleased her, Mistress cropped me painfully but not hard. She tormented me another way, too.
“Yes, lick my pussy, Jenny. Give me a nice cum and a juicy, smelly cuntsmell to drive my man wild. I can tell by your hard prick and the dripping precum that you wish you were going to fuck me. But I won’t be fully satisfied by an electrical engineer wannabee tonight, but by a big strong jock who’s hard all over his body. Yes, you lick my pussy well, slave, and I’m gonna cum, but you’re not going to be the one to shove a big, hard cock into me...he is!” Kari moaned and gripped my head tightly with her nylon covered thighs, moaning and quivering. The crop no longer struck me.
Despite her cruel teasing, the pain from her crop, and the ache in my frustrated balls, I loved licking her and making her cum. I kept the pressure on her clit, pressing as hard as I could to give her max sensations through her panties.
She gasped aloud gave a deep sigh. The crop struck again and again, regular as a metronome. “You made me cum really nice, Jenny. Would you like me to suck you off and make you cum in return?”
Not daring to stop, I mumbled, “Yes, yes, Mistress,” into her muff. Would she?
But Kari laughed. “Not today, slave. I might suck my jock’s cock. If he kisses my shoes and gives me a good cum after fucking me a loooong time, I just might suck him to get ready for his second performance. I’ll feel it get bigger, and bigger, and bigger and harder and harder and harder and taste his precum again and again before I mount him and fuck him the second time. Oh, his cock will feel so good when I take it in me. Oh, yes, yes, yes!” She gripped me even tighter this time and beat her fists on the bed, twisting her body so it was hard to keep my lips to her cunt. She gave three tremendous wrenches and then pushed me away. She gasped to recover her breath. I knelt on the floor by the side of her bed in the waiting position. “Water,” she croaked, pointing to the vanity.
I handed her a sports bottle and she drank deeply. She glanced at the bedside clock and soon moved to the vanity. The room reeked of pussy; she was damp enough to excite all the dogs in the neighborhood. She spritzed perfume in a few strategic locations, all above the waist, and stood. “The dress,” she said.
I helped her into the dress and zipped her up in back. She put in earrings with blue stones and a matching pendant that dangled just above the split of her cleavage. She was stunning and I told her so, dropping to my knees and kissing her shoe once more.
“Rise, slave, and pull your panties below your stiffie.”
As soon as I did so, she left the room, a small clutch bag in one hand and my boner in the other. She led me downstairs and into the servant’s room. There were only two boys masturbating when we arrived. Kristina was one. I barely knew the other. Both rose and curtsied. Kristina stammered, “Mistress Kari, you’re so beautiful.”
Kari ignored them both and dragged me to my cubby. Without warning, she squeezed my ballsack and twisted my hardon. I cried out and fell to the floor, moaning.
“Stop that racket,” commanded Kari as she took my cage from my cubby. Sure enough, in a moment, I was soft and caged once again. I slumped on the floor as Kari gave me my final instructions. “Get dressed and leave. I’ll text you tomorrow with instructions on how to finish your special assignment.”
I thanked Mistress Kari, what else could I do? She left immediately for her date, fashionably late I’m sure while I recovered and got dressed, wishing the servants well. I asked Kristina if he’d been used and he said it was his first Friday shift. Three boys had already been taken upstairs.
I went back to the dorm and felt sorry for myself despite what Veronica had told me and my efforts to develop the true servant mentality. I watched TV and finally managed some form of sleep.
About 11:00 on Saturday morning, Kari’s text arrived. I was to go to a building in a residential part of town and use a certain code to gain access to apartment 18.
When I let myself in, I met a couple of servants, Cindy and Annie. They explained that after a Sister entertained a guest, we got to clean up. They showed me the supply closet and cleaning supplies and told me which room Kari had used.
Inside the room, I sullenly looked around. A faint whiff of locker room overlain with cum and pussysmell lingered in the air. Rumpled, stained bedclothes and wet towels lay strewn about. An open bottle of lube dripped into a puddle on the rug next to a discarded leather slapper. The bedside table drawer contained lotions, string, slappers, French ticklers and other objects. Paddles, canes and restraints hung in the closet. Examination revealed eyebolts in the ceiling and floor.
As I cleaned up the mess, I was a very disloyal servant, thinking only of myself and my predicament. Last evening, I washed and dressed beautiful, sexy Kari and licked her to orgasm twice, just to be teased by her to heighten her enjoyment of fucking and sucking and dominating some dumb bozo jock!!! Since I’d lost my virginity over a month ago I hadn’t even cum and most of the time I couldn’t touch myself and when I was allowed to it was only to make my perpetually blue balls a deeper purple!!!!
Enough! I’ll show them! They think they’re so smart. I’m smart, too, on my way to learn all sorts of electronics. I’ll figure out how to break out of this cage so they’ll never know!
With that rebellious thought in mind, I felt much better as I said goodbye to the guys who remained cleaning up after other dates.

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Previous chapters:
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
Initiation 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

[janmb]

Yet another great piece, loved it!

[looksee73]

Really good stuff! Keep 'em coming!! Er... um. Yeah, keep the stories up :)

[micheleFFS]

Thanks very much, LookSee. I'm several pages into part 7, which should be up shortly before Halloween.

michele

[janmb]

Can't wait