Sororities: Sigma Epsilon Xi: Sunday Night

It was a large house, situated just down from the University at the corner of Elm Street and Avenue C. Samantha had walked, a quick trip that only took about ten minutes. The soft linen skirt she wore swirled around her heels, this time clad in sloped sandals. Her cotton polo shirt was stylish and she had decided to be daring and loosened one more button that she usually did, allowing the graceful slope of her breast to become visible.

It was still early, almost five o'clock as she walked down the concrete pathway to the porch. The house exuded stylish old style strength, seemingly perfect in its lush wisteria garden and landscaping. The scent of roses hung in the air and crepe myrtle stood at the corners.

Another girl was standing on the front door step, her back to Samantha as she rang the bell. Sam saw that she was wearing a short black mini skirt, high heels, and a white blouse that seemed to mesh well with her light brown hair. Just as Sam started to mount the steps to join her, the door opened.

"Hello Ally, welcome to the Sigma Epsilon Xi House." Said a girl from inside the hallway. "Oh! I'm sorry Samantha. I didn't see you. Welcome to the Sigma Epsilon Xi House!" The girl seemed to almost be short of breath as she greeted both sophomores. Sam turned and looked at Ally, who smiled shyly in return. Sam held out her hand, motioning for the pretty brunette to precede her into the house.

Ally and Sam entered into the main hallway and found themselves staring down a broad corridor that reached to the depths of the house. Various doorways branched off, including an ancient stairwell that climbed the right side wall to the upper levels. The walls were covered in pictures; all of those head shots of women, and Sam realized that they were pictures of previous members. She paused when she recognized one, staring at it.

"But that's Professor ..." Sam began, startled.

She was interrupted. "Oh yes, we have a number of well known former members. Alumni visit on occasion, as you will find out. Please, keep walking and take the first turn to the right. Ally and Sam glanced at each other and continued down the hallway. Ally turned into a doorway just behind the stairwell and Sam followed.

They entered a large living room area, decorated in stylish posh furniture with heavy drapes on the side windows. A large chandelier light hung from the center of the room and Sam saw a wonderful buffet laid out on a side table. The room was filled with women, some as old as seniors, some only a single year older than she, and quite a few sophomores. Fortunately she did not recognize any of her fellow classmates.

The girl who had greeted them smiled and motioned them into the room. "Please feel free to help yourselves to the buffet if you are hungry. Have something to drink. I'm sure Mistress Tami will speak with you in a moment."

"Mistress Tami?" Asked Samantha, suddenly realizing that this girl was just like Kristen, a submissive junior who had decided to stay with the sorority after her first year.

The girl nodded. "Yes. All senior members are referred to as Mistress. Juniors members are called Sister. You may call me Sister Amanda."

"And what are we called?" Asked Ally, intrigued.

Sister Amanda's eyes hardened suddenly, but with a look of mischief. "Anything we want to call you."

"Ah! Samantha and Ally. Our last two pledges have arrived." Tami Cohen strolled over to them holding a crystal wine goblet. She sipped at it lightly as she studied them. "I see you have met Sister Amanda. Come...help your selves to some food and drink." Tami motioned them to follow her to the food buffet.

Sam took a plate and began placing tidbits on it, noticing that all the food was of the finest quality. If this was what snacks at the sorority house were going to be like, she would join just for the opportunity to munch. Another junior member was pouring drinks at the end of the table.

"Soda, water, or juice?" The junior girl asked Ally with a smile.

Ally hesitated. "Well, I would really prefer a glass of wine."

The junior girl's smile faded. "I'm sorry Ally, but alcoholic beverages are not allowed to pledges and are moderated most carefully with our sophomore members." She tapped her temple a few times. "Can't have your mental processes befuddled by intoxication. You have to make decisions here."

"Ally? I would like to introduce you to one of our senior members." Announced Tami, taking Ally's arm and propelling her forward.

Sam followed immediately and watched as Ally was confronted by a tall raven haired beauty. She was wearing a black evening dress that seemed to conform to the curves of her body accentuating her sexuality.

"Ally, this is Mistress Nicole. She will be your mentor during pledge week, and if you become a member, then you will continue to serve her. She can answer questions for you, will protect you, and make sure you are comfortable with everything that is asked of you. Mistress Nicole is also the mentor of one of the junior sisters, Sister Amanda, so you will have company in your service to her."

Ally looked flabbergasted. Evidentially this was just as startling to her as it was to Samantha. Sam took a deep breath as she mentally digested the more obvious rhetoric of the Sigma Epsilon Xi sorority. It was becoming obvious that the sophomore girls served as servants to the older girls.

Sam looked around, wondering which of the senior girls would be her mentor. A sudden flush took her by surprise and she dropped her hand to her waist as she felt a surge through her sex. Tami turned to her and smiled.

"Each senior member chooses which pledge she wants to mentor. It is quite a privilege, and is based on seniority within the sorority. Only a few of the senior girls get the opportunity to have a personal pledge. The junior members and other senior girls must share." Tami continued as Mistress Nicole took Ally off to one corner to meet another girl.

"So who is going to be my mentor?" Asked Sam, still flushed with the heat of her sexual response.

Tami Cohen smiled. "I am. And you will refer to me as Mistress Tami from now on, Samantha."

Samantha nodded. "Yes Mistress Tami." Sam's throat was dry and she took a quick sip of her diet soda.

"Excellent. Now let's find a seat." Mistress Tami led the way to one side of the room, away from the buffet. Samantha followed her to find ten chairs in a half circle along one wall facing a collection of sofas, love seats, armchairs, and even a few chairs obviously brought in from other rooms. Mistress Tami pulled Samantha forward and led her to the first of the ten chairs.

"Sit down, Samantha." Ordered Mistress Tami.

Samantha sat quickly, complete at a loss as to why she was following the orders of this red haired goddess who had such pose, such confidence. She squeezed her legs together as the thought of sexually pleasing Mistress Tami whirled through her mind.

"Ladies! Please let me have your attention. We need to begin. If you are serving as a mentor, please bring your pledge to the front and sit them. We will begin with the physical and oral examinations as soon as we are ready."

Quickly nine more sophomores were brought forward, some looking eager, some frightened, some angry or defiant. Samantha watched tentatively as one girl seemed to be arguing with her mentor, who was patiently trying to calm her. The angry sophomore finally sighed heavily and sat in her chair, a rebellious glare across her face.

Directly across from Sam and the other nine pledges were ten soft chairs, perfectly comfortable. Several junior members hurried forward and erected tray tables at each one, placing a small folder with each. It only took a few moments longer as the senior mentors sat themselves. Samantha noticed Kristen skulking in the back of the room. Sam twisted trying to get a better view and noticed that Kristen's tight blouse didn't show the chain and clamps.

Mistress Tami cleared her throat. "Let us begin please. Pledges, you are here tonight because you seek entry into the Sigma Epsilon Xi sorority. Our organization was created in 1967 in order to provide a safe house for girls on campus who were lesbian. It provided the perfect growing place. It has of course, evolved since then, but the founding cores of our organization have remained the same. We remain dedicated to the mission of providing a safe, fun, sexually stimulating environment that cherishes women, encourages them to become confidant in their abilities. All of our members, past and present are on the Dean's list, and over ninety eight percent of our members graduate Magna Cum Laud."

There was a slight scattering of applause and Sam couldn't help but be impressed. Those were some startling numbers. She looked around realizing that every girl in the room had grades just as good as hers. It was almost intimidating to be in the same room, especially in the dynamic self assuredness that all of the senior members possessed. Sam suddenly hoped she would make it through the entire year as a subordinate member, graduating too sister status and then taking her place with the seniors.

"Pledges, I must say right now that you have the right to refuse any order you are given at any time. You will not be forced to do anything. You will be asked to submit to us, but you may, at any time, leave. Know this however, leaving or refusing any order, or refusing to answer a question, will immediately terminate your opportunity at joining our organization. Throughout this week, you will be tested, repeatedly. And I want you all to be aware that anything asked of one of your fellow pledges could just as easily be asked of you."

There was a sudden silence as the pledges digested this information. Sam was nonplused, having come to the same conclusion previously. Sam looked down the row of pledges seated next to her and realized she would need to pay attention, in case of one the others was told to do something too outrageous.

"We will now begin with the oral and physical examination. Samantha Mayfield, please rise."

Sam trembled suddenly, rising to her feet and standing before the twenty or so girls that watched her.

"Are you nervous, Samantha?" Asked Mistress Tami.

"Yes Mistress Tami." Replied Sam who then bit her lip as so many eyes focused upon her.

"There is no need to be nervous, Samantha. First of all, how tall are you?"

Sam licked her lips. "I'm five foot five."

"Samantha, you need to address me with my title. I don't want to have to remind you again."

Sam's eyes popped open. "Yes Mistress Tami. I'm sorry."

Mistress Tami smiled and nodded, opening the folder in front of her. "How much do you weigh?"

Sam swallowed. "I weigh one hundred and sixteen pounds, Mistress Tami."

"And your natural hair color?"

"This is my natural hair color Mistress Tami." Said Samantha.

"Are you wearing any underclothes, Samantha?" asked Mistress Tami.

Sam paused. Honesty seemed the better part of valor, especially with this crowd.

"I'm wearing a pair of panties Mistress Tami."

"Very well, please remove them."

Sam's eyes widened. This was moving fast. "I'm sorry?"

Mistress Tami's eyes hardened. "Are you refusing an order, Samantha?"

Sam quickly shook her head. "I'm sorry Mistress." She bent downward and lifted her ankle length skirt. She raised it to her thighs and began to reach under it, trying to pull her panties down in the most conservative way possible. Finally the soft silk panties dropped down to her ankles. Carefully she stepped out of them.

"No. Leave them right there." Mistress Tami ordered as Samantha reached for them. Sam straightened back up.

"Yes Mistress."

"Excellent. Now, Samantha, when was the last time you masturbated?"

The question shocked Samantha, but she summoned her courage, wanting to be as confidant as Mistress Tami. "This morning, Mistress Tami."

"What did you fantasize about while you were masturbating?"

"I replayed in my mind our meeting where you had Kristen put the clamps on her nipples." Answered Samantha.

Mistress Tami smiled. "Samantha, you and the other pledges must refer to all of our junior members with the title 'Sister'. Kristen should be addressed and referred to by you as 'Sister Kristen', and remember that all of our junior members have as much right as the senior girls to give you orders."

"Yes Mistress Tami."

"Did you pinch your own nipples while masturbating?"

Samantha flushed in embarrassment. "Yes Mistress."

"Then show us where you pinched yourself."

Sam was expecting this and she found herself obeying automatically as her fingers found the bottom of her polo shirt. She slowly pulled it upward over her chest, baring two creamy white mounds to the entire audience. The shirt came off her head easily and she held it in her hands, her deep breaths making her breasts heave. There was a startled murmur through the assembled girls.

"You have a beautiful body, Samantha. I can't wait to see the rest of it. Please remove your skirt."

Samantha slipped her fingers into the waist band of her skirt, pulling against the elastic and letting the cotton linen fall. Her trimmed slit glistened under the intense light and she stepped out of the fallen cloth.

"Samantha, you have done very well. The organization is familiar with beauty before, but you are truly admirable. You can expect great interest from every senior and junior member of our house. Please be seated." Mistress Tami said.

Samantha sat back down, completely naked. She crossed her legs, feeling awkward wearing only her sandals. Her body tingled, more alive and aroused than ever before. Sitting exposed in front of so many people, even if they were all girls, created feelings in her body she had never experienced. She found herself ripening, wishing that she could find a quiet spot to relieve herself.

Another senior girl had taken over the questioning, moving to the girl immediately to the left of Samantha. The interrogation followed a similar pattern, embarrassing the girl with personal questions and then culminating with the same slow strip that Samantha had endured.

The questioning of the pledges continued until Samantha no longer felt as if she were on show. Over half of the girls were naked, each one sitting with their legs crossed or knees tightly together. Samantha had found herself listening to each girl's answers, seeing the eroticism in each. Fantasy after fantasy had been revealed, though so far, only Samantha's revelation had involved anything kinky.

As Sam slowly watched as each pledge bared their bodies and soul, she felt an odd tingling inside her, a tightness of longing, and she began to fidget, crossing her legs and squeezing them tightly together. The litany continued until all ten of the pledges sat before the assembled sisters of Sigma Epsilon Xi, exposed and humiliated.

Mistress Tami stood up as the last set of questions finished and she smiled at the pledges. "Ladies, I want to thank all of you for your willingness to endure this night. As you know, there will be a week of trials to test your desires, your obedience, your sexual abilities, and your sense of self. It will certainly be difficult, often times humiliating, and thoroughly pleasing in a physical sense. With that said I want to remind all of you to be here at the Sorority House tomorrow evening at five."

Sam quivered, wondering what activity she would endure. Her mind flashed back to Kristen's clamped nipples and she reflexively bit her lip and pressed her thighs together, not wanting everyone to see the silky shine of her sex, moist and wet.

"Samantha, please come forward." Mistress Tami said suddenly.

Sam's head popped upward and her eyes widened in surprise. She rose and stood in the center of the room.

"Samantha, since you were so candid with us about your fantasy, I feel the desire to test your mettle early, and to demonstrate to our other pledges what may come for them. Kristen?" Mistress Tami turned and looked at the junior girl who had come forward.

"Samantha, you will wear these clamps tonight home, removing them only before going to bed. Tomorrow you will attach them one hour before coming back to the Sorority House, and they will only be removed here by me or another sister." Kristen pulled out the silver clamps, attached together with a chain.

Mistress Tami approached and stood next to Kristen. "You will now stand in the 'Waiting Pose'. Spread your legs, place your arms behind your back, clasp your hands together...that's it."

Samantha spread her legs, knowing that the entire group would see the slickness of her thighs. Her hands grasped together in the small of her back, tightening her torso and forcing her breasts to jut forward. Kristen reached out and began stroking Samantha's left nipple, hardening it in just seconds as Sam's breaths became shallow and fast.

The cruel pinch was a delicious sensation that rushed through her like a wind storm. Her voice made a low pitched moan, sexual and devastating. Kristen repeated the process on her other nipple, locking the clamps with a cruel smile. Samantha suddenly wished that this girl would love her, throw her down onto the floor and climb atop her, pressing her body into hers.

Sam leaned forward, trying desperately to signal her desires, the scent of her sex suddenly overpowering. Kristen's eyes widened at the sudden display of surrender and then smiled wickedly. One hand found the chain between Sam's breasts, while the other slipped upward, a single delicate finger that penetrated Sam's sex with deliberate and destabilizing results.

"That will be all Sister Kristen." Mistress Tami announced as Sam's flower convulsed upon Kristen's finger. Sam groaned as Kristen pulled her finger out, grazing the swollen clit with her fingernail.

"Not yet, Samantha. Don't worry, your submission to me will be coming soon." Kristen said in a whisper.

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