Sex slaves in sorority

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At 19, I was a thin boy. I came from the aristocratic White family, something I was very proud of, and I had always excelled academically. However, due to genetics, I wasn't very tall, only about 1.7 meters. My long-term indoor education had given me fair skin and a slender build; in fact, I could be described as thin.
My university was St. Creed College, a renowned girls' school that had produced many famous female politicians and wielded considerable influence in high society. Last year, the college decided to become co-educational and begin admitting men. My family used their connections to get me in. At the college, I didn't disappoint my family. I stood out from the competition and successfully joined the student council, excelling in my role as secretary. This earned me many female supporters. Besides, I was quite handsome, very refined, and exuded a scholarly air.
I. The
morning light filtered through the layers of sycamore leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ancient walls of the St. Krish College's main building. Occasionally, it would pierce through the large, ornately decorated windows, illuminating the student council's large, black oak table.
Cynthia sat at the table, head bowed, her slender eyebrows furrowed, her deep blue eyes intently focused on the text on the table sign, seemingly deep in thought. She wore a summer school uniform adorned with gilded ribbons, her long, golden braid tied back with a gold ring, the ends draped over her shoulders and cascading across her chest, the morning light shimmering brilliantly on her hair.
When I entered, she was diligently writing and drawing on a pile of documents, so I remained silent, quietly sitting down to wait.
After a short while, she sat up straight, tossed the completed documents aside, and simply adjusted her top. The tight-fitting black school uniform accentuated her curves, making me involuntarily swallow. Only then did she notice me sitting beside her. She seemed about to offer an apologetic smile, but on her consistently serious face, she merely gave a slight upturn of the corners of her mouth. "Mike, you're here."
As the student council president of St. Kritz Academy, Cynthia's attitude at work was consistently stern and aloof, earning her the nickname "Iceberg." Even a faint smile made me feel flattered. I immediately stood up. "President, did you need something?"
She looked me over and slowly said, "You've been the student council secretary for over a year now, have n't you?"
"Yes," I replied, vaguely anticipating what she was about to say.
Sure enough, she continued, "The election for the new student council president is next semester, and I heard you're getting a lot of votes."
"It's alright," I said nonchalantly, though secretly a little smug. "The election is still a long way off. Actually, Nia's chances are pretty good too."
Nia was my only competitor for student council president. She joined the student council two months earlier than me and had been serving as the disciplinary committee member for over a year. Nia was efficient and decisive in her work, achieving considerable success in improving school discipline. However, her strictness had offended many students, resulting in her consistently lower approval rating compared to me in last month's poll. This election had strained our relationship to the point where we argued every time we met. She constantly portrayed me as a weak, pretty boy, while I privately called her a crazy tyrant. Beating her in the initial poll gave me a huge sense of satisfaction.
"Nia is still not as good as you. You don't need to be modest. The White family's reputation has given you a lot of advantages, hasn't it?" Cyndia paused, her brows furrowing. "However, regarding your eligibility to run for
student council president, I'm afraid I need to reconsider." To run for student council president, the recommendation of the previous president is an essential factor. If Cyndia expresses her strong support for Nia, it will not only affect the opinions of the judging panel, but also lower my support among the students. After all, Cyndia, who has served two terms as president, has considerable prestige. Hearing her say this, I thought she didn't think highly of me, and my heart began to race. I hurriedly said, "President, I fully meet the requirements! I've worked in the student council for a full year, and both my noble birth and achievements..."
Cynthia waved her hand and said, "I'm not referring to rigid criteria. I've seen your work over this long period, and you are fully capable of serving as president. It's just..." She hesitated for a moment and then said, "As you should know, St. Kritz Academy has always been an all-girls school, only starting to admit boys last year. In the past, all the student council presidents were girls. Therefore, there has always been an unwritten rule in the student council elections: the student council president must come from our school's long-established girls' club—the Sorority Red Ribbon—and I am no
exception ."
"But you can't deprive boys of their right to run! That's not fair!" I argued loudly.
Cynthia tapped the table lightly with her pen, seemingly deep in thought. After a moment, she said, "I know it's unfair, but it's the school's tradition, and there's nothing I can do about it." Seeing that I was about to argue, she waved her hand. "Let me finish. There's a compromise. I've already spoken with the president of the Red Ribbon Sorority. Since the academy has become co-educational, the sorority wants to try recruiting a small number of boys to form an affiliated fraternity. As an experiment, you can be accepted as the first male junior member. If you perform well in the sorority until the next election, at least not being expelled, I'll persuade the judging panel to recognize your candidacy. What do you think?"
I was stunned. The Red Ribbon Sorority was the oldest and most prestigious girls' club at St. Krieg's Academy. Girls who graduated from this club generally entered high society. It was also the most well-funded club in the academy, with most members having aristocratic backgrounds, thus receiving donations from many families. This was why it had a separate small castle as its activity room. I'd even heard that each senior member had a private room.
All the noble girls in the academy aspired to become members of this sorority, but the sorority's selection process was extremely rigorous. Only girls with outstanding personality, appearance, background, and even academic achievements were favored. Therefore, membership in the sorority was a source of immense pride for every girl.
For the boys, the sorority had always been an object of their aspirations. Every boy hoped to have the opportunity to enter that gray-brown castle bathed in warm yellow light and take one (or more) beautiful girls away. Unfortunately, non-members were forbidden from entering; the heavy steel doors couldn't be opened without a special magnetic card.
Now, I actually had the opportunity to enter the sorority, to freely come and go from that place filled with beautiful women. This was something that would make the other boys green with envy, so I naturally agreed without hesitation.
"I knew you would agree," Cynthia said, her eyes holding an inscrutable expression. She placed several sheets of paper in front of me. "This is the membership agreement. Sign it, and you'll be a member of the sorority."
I glanced at the agreement briefly, then picked up a pen and began to sign.
"Just a reminder, you can't quit without permission after becoming a member, or there will be serious consequences."
My hand paused, a bad feeling creeping over me, but thinking of the dozens of beautiful girls in the castle, I resolutely signed my name.
After the student council office door closed, Cynthia's face showed a cold smile. "Alright, you can stop now," she whispered into the empty office. A soft groan came from beneath her. Cynthia lifted her long skirt, and a black-haired girl raised her head between her legs, her face covered in wetness. Cynthia touched her face as if petting a pet. She wiped her lower body with a tissue, then wiped the black-haired girl's face, which was still filled with the smell of her genitals. She pried open the black-haired girl's mouth and put the tissue inside, which the girl chewed and swallowed without hesitation. "Good girl," Cynthia seemed to be talking to herself. "You tell me, how can our glorious student council be ruled by a filthy man, right, Nia..."
II. The Ritual
I went back and told the guys in my dorm about joining the sorority, effortlessly making them all excited. That noon, I packed my bags and went to a gray-brown castle on the west side of the college. The castle wasn't big, only three stories high and a dozen meters wide, with what looked like a few dozen rooms at most. A large pink sign hung on the front of the main entrance: Red Ribbon Sorority.
Cynthia gave me a temporary membership card, which I swiped at the door, and it slowly opened. The orange light shone out, and after my eyes adjusted to the brightness, I was in front of the castle's hall. Several beautiful girls wearing sorority t-shirts were strolling around. They seemed to know that a guy was coming today, but they just glanced at me indifferently without showing any surprise.
I smiled at them, but received no response. I awkwardly scratched my head and turned my gaze to the entrance. Two girls were sitting on the sofa by the entrance. They were wearing school uniforms like me, not sorority t-shirts. I guessed they were new members this year. They turned their heads when they saw me come in, their eyes full of confusion, probably because they had just become members and hadn't been told that boys would be joining this year. After I walked out from the shadows of the foyer, one of the girls exclaimed in surprise, "Mike White?"
"Judy?" I was also surprised to run into a classmate here. But considering Judy's family background, looks, and grades were all top-notch, it was normal for her to be chosen by the sorority.
"How did you get in?" Judy asked.
"It's a long story. Anyway, the student council president introduced me to this place."
"You, a boy, joining a sorority..." Judy was clearly incredulous, but before she could finish, a long-haired girl with glasses came out from the side door and interrupted her.
"Mr. White's joining the sorority was decided by a vote of all the sorority members, and it's also to set an example for the boys running for student council president in the future," the girl with glasses said, walking up to us. "Hello, I'm Sura, a senior
member . I'll take you to the initiation ceremony now. This way, please. Oh, you can leave your luggage here; a sorority will help you unpack."
"Oh, I can't possibly leave it here; I'll carry it myself..." I said, thinking to myself, 'It's not gentlemanly to ask a woman to help carry my luggage.
' Sura said, "No need. It's the sorority's rule; you can't bring luggage to the initiation ceremony."
"I see," I said, not insisting, and put down my luggage, following her through a side door. After climbing a spiral staircase, we entered the castle's basement.
We entered a room on the side of the basement. I looked around; the walls were painted with strange patterns, and candles were lit in the corners, casting a soft glow.
After we entered, a dozen or so girls emerged from the surrounding darkness and surrounded the three of us. The girls wore distinctive robes, the shadows cast by their hoods obscuring their faces and expressions, but I felt a malice in their eyes as they scrutinized me.
They began chanting in a strange language, low and fragmented. I didn't know what it meant, but a chill ran down my spine.
Cyndia and another girl stepped out from the crowd, also wearing similar robes, their faces obscured. Cyndia pulled a thick parchment scroll from behind her and handed it to the girl.
The strange language surrounding us grew louder, the girls' voices rising,
"Guild Master, what's going on…?"
Cyndia ignored me. The girl beside her unfurled the ancient scroll and began chanting in an unknown language.
Suddenly, two girls grabbed my hands from behind. I was about to turn around when I heard a click—they handcuffed my hands from behind. I felt uneasy. "What are you doing?"
No one answered. The girls around me began to laugh.
"The ceremony officially begins!" the girl holding the scroll shouted. "Bring these filthy newcomers up here."
The surrounding girls, as if on command, swarmed around us, kicking our knees and pressing our shoulders to force us to kneel, chanting incantations in a low, buzzing sound.
Judy and another girl seemed to know what was about to happen; they obediently knelt. The girls
began to slash their clothes with daggers, tearing them off strip by strip. They knelt naked
among their sisters, heads bowed, like two docile lambs.
When the girls surrounded me, their rough actions terrified me. "Let me go!" I cried, refusing
to kneel. I was, after all, a leading candidate for the next president, the heir to the White family; how could I be subjected to
such humiliation?
No one paid me any attention. The girls mechanically chanted strange words, kicking and pounding me,
forcing me to kneel. A strange buzzing sound, composed of a language, filled my ears, making me dizzy.
A girl pulled out a strangely shaped wooden cane and struck my knee hard, causing me to cry out in pain.
She didn't hold back and struck again, my legs buckling as I involuntarily knelt on the ground.
Two girls beside me immediately grabbed my shoulders, and I struggled but couldn't stand up.
Cynthia walked over and said coldly, "Mike, you'd better behave, or you'll regret it."
"What do you want?" I shouted, glaring at her angrily.
The girl behind me immediately struck me hard on the back with the cane, making me cry out and almost fall to the ground
.
"Hopefully this will teach you a lesson," Cynthia said. "You can't disobey us."
"You…" I wanted to question her, but thinking of the cane raised high behind me, my tone softened,
becoming pleading, "What are you going to do to me…" Looking at the eerie atmosphere around me, my
heart was filled with fear and unease.
Cynthia sneered, "You'll find out soon enough." With that, she waved her hand, and a
girl stepped out from the crowd. She removed the hood of her robe, revealing a beautiful face—it was Sula. She
held a short dagger, her eyes filled with fanaticism. "What a wild horse," she said, threateningly slicing the dagger
across my neck. "Many sisters will be interested in taming you." She then used the dagger
to cut open my
clothes and pants, just like she had with Judy and the others. "Trust me, child, you will pay for what you just did." Her dagger sliced across my body, and I lowered my head, too afraid to move. My back and knees still
ached as if they were splitting open, and the girl holding my shoulders prevented me from struggling.
"Lowly junior members have no right to wear clothes." Sula roughly
tore off the clothes strip by strip, and soon I was completely naked.
The girls all stared at my naked body with interest, which made me feel ashamed, but my hands
were still cuffed behind my back, preventing me from even covering my genitals. I nervously squeezed my legs together, trying to
hide my private parts.
Sura noticed my embarrassment, giggled, and then kicked my inner thighs twice in frustration.
She made me spread my legs. Her large blue eyes stared at my lower body. "Just a useless little thing, let
everyone take a good look."
She grabbed my penis and began to play with it in front of everyone. "Hmm, very clean, nice color."
She kneaded it like she was inspecting livestock. "But it's too small," she mocked. "Like a little earthworm
, even my little brother in elementary school is bigger than yours." She spun me around in place, showing it to
all the girls, who all giggled.
In the intense shame, I actually felt a little excited, and my lower body quickly betrayed me, becoming hard.
"He's actually excited, he likes this." Sula noticed immediately and said with a smile. Then she
looked at me with disdain: "A nobleman? How ridiculous, you're just a lowly thing."
Seeing my flushed face, she added, "You'll get used to it soon, after all, you
won't be able to wear clothes for a long time."
III. Servant
After humiliating me, Sula put on her hat and retreated back into the crowd, and the girls around her began
to chant . I wasn't sure if I was seeing things, but as they chanted, the surrounding candlelight seemed to burst into strange
sparks. The girl holding the scroll stood in the middle, reciting long, complex
sentences :
"Filthy newborns, from this moment on, you will be freed from your foolish past and enter into new life. You
will become the lowest of the sorority, your sinful bodies will become the private property of the sorority,
tools existing only to serve your sisters. And your souls will be elevated in enslavement, which is the highest glory for
you .
The sacred fire of Oedipus has begun to purify your sinful souls. Only in endless suffering
will find the path to 'truth.' Only then will you be worthy to be one of us.
" She recited, her voice trembling with emotion. "You three, repeat after me..."
I swore to obey Oedipus's instructions...
I swore to be forever loyal to the Red Ribbon Sisterhood, to dedicate everything I have to the Sisterhood...
I swore to abide by all the rules and regulations of the Sisterhood...
I swore to relinquish all power and dignity, to become the lowest of the Sisterhood...
I swore to bear all the punishments the sisters would inflict upon me...
……………………………………………………
Judy and I repeated her words, and if we were even a little slow, the girl behind us would strike us hard with her staff
. I took two blows, and even the docile Judy took one.
After she finished reciting, the girl came over and made a cut on each of our fingers, dripping blood
onto the parchment scroll. After she finished, she said ominously, "Remember, if you break your oath, Oedipus will
drag you to hell."
Looking at the ancient, dark scroll, smeared with shocking red blood, it seemed to be constantly
emanating an evil aura. Although I didn't quite believe in the inexplicable
god they were talking about, I was still somewhat skeptical. But hearing her sinister tone, I felt a chill run down my spine
, and I couldn't help but shiver.
At that moment, I already regretted joining this strangely religious group. While I was lost
in thought, the girl with the scroll began announcing the rules for junior members, mostly
consisting insulting clauses: junior members were obligated to handle all work and chores within the sorority;
junior members were not allowed to speak without permission in the presence of senior members; each junior member had to become a senior
member's personal servant; junior members had to be naked in the sorority, etc. This was practically slavery!! Halfway through, I couldn't help but shout, "You have no right to treat me like this! I
am the heir of the glorious White family, a member of the student council! Someone will come for me! You can't
keep me imprisoned indefinitely!" I tried to calm myself down. "Listen, I want to leave the council! Release me now, and I
'll pretend nothing happened. I won't tell anyone!"
The girl holding the scroll stared at me. I met her gaze without backing down, anxiously awaiting her
answer
. "Mr. White," the girl sneered. "I won't let you leave the council."
I cried out in despair, "My family will come for me! How dare you treat
the heir They won't let you get away with this..."
"Enough!" the girl interrupted me. "What is the little White family? There are the Viking
family , the Taylor family, the George family, and I am the first in line to inherit the Lincoln family's title." She took out
two pieces of paper and threw them at my face. "Besides, no one will come looking for you. Look closely at the agreement you signed; your
first year is to be spent in the sorority."
"Liar...liar...how could there be such an unreasonable clause..." I looked at
Cynthia . The sorority president nodded at me. "You can't escape, Mike. You're destined to stay here."
I deflated instantly, almost collapsing to the ground. The girl standing next to me supported my arm and helped me up
.
"It seems Mr. White hasn't received enough education," said the girl holding the scroll.
The wooden cane behind me immediately struck hard. I screamed, but the girls showed no
pity .
"I'll listen to you," I gasped, "Stop hitting me! I understand, I'll do whatever you say
."
The girl with the scroll raised her hand, and the wooden cane behind me finally stopped. She said coldly, "
Mr. White, I am Theresa, the sorority president. If you dare interrupt my ceremony again, I won't
let you off so easily."
"I understand," I said weakly. I had resigned myself to my fate. As long as they stopped hitting me,
I didn't care if they made me a servant or whatever.
Theresa continued reading the rules for junior members. Her beautiful voice brushed past my ears, but I
didn't hear a word. At that moment, the girls in front of me became ferocious in my eyes. I had a premonition that the paradise I had
imagined wasn't so wonderful after all. I felt like I had fallen into a trap, yet I was powerless
to struggle.
When Theresa read the last rule, I suddenly looked up. "Junior members who have been members of the sorority for a full year
can voluntarily apply to be promoted to senior members and are entitled to be called sisters." She nodded to us after she finished speaking.
"You may find it hard to accept your current status, but it's fair. Every member here
started as a junior member."
Her words rekindled a glimmer of hope within me. In a year, I wouldn't be a slave anymore. And I
could even find a newly joined girl to be my slave.
When it came time to decide who would serve the three of us, the girls huddled together.
A round-faced girl stepped forward and led Judy away with a collar, then a girl with freckles between her nose
led away another girl kneeling beside me. The girls disagreed on who would serve me; many seemed
interested in the rare male servant, especially since I considered myself quite handsome. One
girl, dressed in a flamboyant style, was the most enthusiastic, constantly glancing at the collar I had prepared.
If I had to become someone's servant, I hoped it would be Cynthia. As the student
council president, the beautiful and talented Cynthia was someone I had always secretly admired.
But as the vice president, she didn't participate in the girls' discussion. I looked at her, hoping she would
do something ; after all, she had promised to mentor me. I now understand what this means—to become her
personal servant.
Frankly, as a nobleman, I'm still quite averse to such an insulting thing as becoming a servant, and
the pride of the White family makes it difficult for me to accept such a lowly status. Besides, I only came here to coast along
and pave the way for my student council president election. But the prospect of becoming a senior member a year later
is undeniably tempting. Since even Cynthia from the even more noble Taylor family was once
a junior member, why can't I abandon my pride?
Cynthia looked at me, sensing the longing in my eyes. She walked over and fastened a collar engraved with her
name around my neck, then addressed the girls still discussing, "Since she was
recommended by me, I will personally instruct her. Besides, my only servant is about to become a sister (premium member)
, so I should have priority, right?"
The third part of the ritual, the whipping, began after the subordinate relationship was established. Several girls brought whips, rattan canes, and
various instruments of torture. I sensed something bad was about to happen and looked at Cynthia with unease.
"President… this is…" Cynthia patted my cheek reassuringly.
Three benches were placed in the middle of the room. The round-faced girl and the freckled girl led their respective servants to
the benches . "Lie down, spread your legs," they commanded. "Yes, Master," Judy and the other girl
replied obediently, their hands still cuffed behind their backs, as they bent over, their upper bodies pressed against the benches, their round buttocks exposed.
I was naturally ordered to do the same. Cynthia loosened her collar and ordered me
to lie face down on the bench, just like the other two. I knew I was about to face something terrible, and I felt tense and terrified.
Three girls stepped forward from among the senior members, standing behind us with leather whips in their hands.
Theresa loudly announced the start of the "branding whip," where every new junior member would be whipped twenty times
as a sign of relinquishing their previous normal human rights and submitting to the sorority system. To eliminate any arrogance
in , this whipping was often quite severe. Because of my previous resistance, I
received an additional ten whippings.
The whipping began, and the girl behind Judy, who happened to have some disagreement with her mistress, the round-faced girl, whipped her
with great force. The whip whistled as it struck Judy's beautiful buttocks, each strike leaving a bloody welt. This
girl was very experienced in whipping; the tip of each whip struck Judy's bare mons pubis. After only four or five
lashes, Judy couldn't take it anymore. She rolled off the bench in pain and lay sobbing to one side.
According to the rules, whether she fell or dodged during the lashing, the count had to be reset. The girl administering the lashes
looked smugly at the round-faced girl, waiting for Judy to be helped up and whipped again.
The round-faced girl was enraged by her gaze and stepped forward, shouting, "President, that doesn't count! Daisy has been hitting
this child's genitals!"
Daisy retorted, "You're lying! I hit her buttocks."
Theresa frowned and said, "Help her up and reset the count. Daisy, you're only allowed to hit her buttocks.
If you violate the rules again, you'll also be whipped."
Daisy agreed and began to whip her obediently. Although the blows were harsh, this time it was within Judy's
tolerance.
Behind me was the bespectacled girl, Sula, who volunteered to take on this task. Sula stood behind me,
stroking the whip in her hand, her eyes flashing with a cold light. She said to me, "I told you you'd pay the price
."
The whip whistled through the air as it struck my body. I immediately felt as if my buttocks were on fire
, and I cried out in pain. The girls seemed to be very skilled at this kind of punishment; the whip had already been soaked in salt water, and
when it struck my body, the sharp pain was maddening, much more painful than being beaten with a wooden stick. Before the pain
of the first strike had even subsided, another lash came down, and I felt as if my skin was being torn off.
Especially when the tip of the whip viciously struck my penis, the pain in that instant almost suffocated me.
When the third lash came, I was almost on the verge of collapse. The whip swept sharply across my penis again, and I instinctively tried to squeeze
my legs , but Sula's whip always managed to strike my penis from various angles.
I couldn't help but struggle to get up; the pain had exceeded my limit, and I felt like I was going
insane. Just then, a strong hand pressed down on my back, and Cynthia's stern voice rang out,
"Don't move, or the count will start over." I never knew she was so strong; she pressed me firmly
onto the bench, unable to move. "President, I... I can't take it anymore," I screamed, writhing in pain.
"Shut up! Don't scream! Do you want more whippings?"
Sula revealed a cruel smile. She was one of the most cruel girls in the sorority, and torturing others always
gave her immense pleasure, which she enjoyed immensely. Her personal servant was named "Dog." Dog's
knees were tied to her, and since joining the sorority, it had never stood up, always being led around on the ground.
She had shaved Dog's head and kept it wearing a completely sealed mask year-round. Dog hadn't seen sunlight in a long time,
and even its breathing was restricted. When Sula was in a good mood, she would plug Dog's breathing hole and watch...
The dog desperately begged her for even a little air, and she would giggle with delight.
Bloody welts appeared on my buttocks, seeping out, which excited Sula. She took off her glasses, her eyes gleaming with excitement, a flush spreading across her cheeks. Hearing my suppressed cries, she felt waves of pleasure washing over her, and she felt her genitals becoming wet. With increasing excitement,
Sula's lashes became harder with each strike. Cynthia held me down, unable to move, only able to grit my teeth and endure the pain, teetering on the brink of unconsciousness several times. Fortunately, after Judy was knocked down, Theresa loudly announced the rules of the whipping, and Sula dared not strike my penis again.
This made me feel slightly better, but the whips landing on my buttocks still felt like they were tearing me apart. By the twentieth lash, I was soaked in sweat, and I felt my vision blurring, as if I were about to faint
. I felt as if I were in hell, enduring endless pain. A few minutes of whipping felt like
centuries, an eternity...
My throat was hoarse with agony. As a noblewoman, I had grown up pampered by my entire family; I had
never been treated like this. I didn't know when this hellish pain would end. After two more lashes,
I almost cried. I turned my head, my eyes wet with tears, pleadingly looking at
Cynthia .
I felt the hands on my back loosen. Then, a gentle body sat
on the bench in front of me. I recognized the familiar scent—it was Cynthia. She sat at the other end of the bench,
her legs spread apart. My face was between her legs, pressed against that mysterious and sensual secret place,
radiating a captivating feminine allure. Cynthia gently stroked my cheek, buried between her legs, and said,
"Mike, do you know you were wrong?"
Feeling her touch, I broke down instantly and burst into tears. I sobbed hoarsely, "
President , President, I was wrong, I know I was wrong, please, I'll do anything you want,
just don't hit me anymore." I wept between Cynthia's long, supple legs.
"Can you promise not to break the rules again?"
"I promise, I promise," I cried.
Cynthia raised her hand slightly, and Sula stopped, seemingly unsatisfied.
"Remember, only I can save you, only I can control you." Cynthia stroked my hair, watching me confess beneath her with
satisfaction . "Yes!" I replied, pressing my face against her legs, feeling
her tenderness. At that moment, Cynthia seemed like my savior. Looking up from between her legs,
Cynthia's slender body in her black robe was alluring and captivating, almost radiant,
appearing so divine. She looked down at me, and in that moment, I felt that my entire being, including my life,
belonged to her. I loved her so much, not just love, but also adoration and reverence. I would never disobey
her.
“Alright, Mike, I believe you,” Cyndia said. “No one will hit you anymore, and you’ll become
a good servant.”
“Cyndia, this isn’t in accordance with the rules,” Sula said, clearly still not satisfied.
“The 20 lashes for the initiation ceremony have already been completed. I should have the authority to reduce the additional lashes,”
Cyndia said.
Sula wanted to say something more, but Theresa came over: “That’s enough. I think this child has
learned her lesson.”
Sula pouted and finally said nothing more.
After Sula left, Cyndia still didn’t let me get up. A lash had taught me a lesson, and I didn’t dare move without Cyndia’s
order . The blonde student council president was rustling something behind me. I was a little nervous
and curious, so I secretly looked to the side. The round-faced girl behind Judy had put on a wearable
dildo between her legs, the kind usually used for lesbian sex. I understood what she was going to do. She was going to
rape Judy in front of everyone. This was probably the most effective way to make a servant abandon their dignity.
I thought again, but I'm a man. Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind like lightning:
No, no, it can't be, they can't do this. I frantically tried to banish the thought from my mind.
But when a cold object rubbed against my anus, I knew I was right, and I instinctively clenched
my legs. I never imagined I would be sodomized, not even in my wildest dreams. I am a
nobleman, an elite member of the student council. Wasn't the humiliation I had just suffered enough?
I was already willing to be a slave, wasn't that enough? Why must I be subjected to such
humiliation? I heard my own voice frantically crying out, "President, please, no, I can't take it,
and... and I am a nobleman, you can't do this to me..."
"A nobleman?" Cynthia scoffed mockingly. "Relax, Mike, remember what you promised
?" Her hands began to caress my body, her long, white fingers seeming to possess
a magical power, making me feel hot all over. She relentlessly teased me, her movements so practiced,
I felt as if my body was melting.
"Relax, Mike, relax, my servant, you know you can't disobey me." Her voice sounded
so close, yet so distant, like it came from a dream.
I oscillated between pleasure and fear. My reason kept reminding me, but I remained immersed in her
caresses. My body gradually relaxed.
Cynthia smiled triumphantly, her hips thrusting, and that wicked instrument pierced between my legs. I felt a sharp pain below, as if my body was being torn apart by a pair of hot tongs; the sudden pain made me
scream .
Under the gaze of many girls, Cynthia, holding my buttocks, began to thrust, her hips
slamming into me with each stroke, each one more forceful than the last, I felt as if she were about to pierce me.
"No, please, no!" I struggled weakly, writhing under the tyrannical woman's assault
. Cynthia pressed down on me, her hips still thrusting relentlessly. "You can't escape, you're
mine now," she whispered in my ear, I could feel her warm breath.
I didn't want to think anymore, my mind was blank. Yes, what else could I do? Could something
worse happen? Gradually, the pain subsided, and I shamefully felt a tinge of
pleasure . A strange feeling I had never experienced before slowly crept over me. I suddenly realized that my cries of pain
were turning into moans of pleasure.
She looked at me with satisfaction, her hands roaming over my sensitive spots. Waves of pleasure washed
over me, and without realizing it, I found myself responding to her.
"Don't want it?" Cynthia mocked. "You don't seem like you don't want it." The girls around us
laughed. They watched with satisfaction as I was gradually conquered by Cynthia, both physically and mentally.
Amid their laughter, I felt something inside me suddenly collapse. I began
to respond to Cynthia's every move. Her hands kneaded my breasts, and in the unparalleled pleasure, I began
to feel a sense of happiness, a sense of belonging. In that instant, I reached my climax.
When the girl pulled the dildo out of my body, I felt an immense emptiness. I knew I
was no longer alone; my body and soul belonged to Cynthia.
After the handcuffs were removed, I knelt at Cynthia's feet, clinging to her legs as if they
held all my happiness. She looked at me coldly. "Master," I whispered, "Master, I love you."
At that moment, her gaze seemed to soften as well.
V. After the training
ceremony, the three of us were led away by our respective masters. Inside the castle,
within the sorority's territory, junior members were not allowed to wear clothes. I followed Cynthia naked to
the second floor , to her private room.
Every senior member was allowed a private room, which they could decorate as they pleased until graduation.
Cynthia's room was painted entirely pink according to her preferences, and a very
soft, large bed stood by the window. The bed was filled with various plush toys, looking very cozy.
Cynthia sat on the bed and pulled me over. I naturally knelt at her feet, nestled against her legs.
At that moment, my heart was filled with a sense of belonging and happiness. The beautiful girl was also
very pleased She lifted my chin, "Mike, I know you've always liked me. Are you
happy to have me as your master?"
"It's my honor, Master," I answered without hesitation. I had indeed always harbored a secret crush on Cynthia;
the beautiful student council president had always been my object of admiration. But I never told her, because I felt I was far
unworthy of this beautiful, elegant, and capable person. When I finally abandoned my ridiculous pride,
I found my heart filled with happiness. What did it matter if I were her servant, as long as I could be with her
?
"Good girl," Cynthia smiled contentedly at my answer. I knew she was pleased, and she had reason
to be. She had used a few tricks to turn a classmate into a servant, especially one from a noble family. The girl patted my head. "How should I reward you?" She looked down at me, seemingly aroused , and leaned down to kiss me. I instinctively responded. Cynthia's unique sweet scent filled my mouth. "Take it in your mouth," she commanded, then slipped her tongue into my mouth. I obediently took her tongue in, circling it with the tip. I tried to recall every kissing technique I could remember and began attempting to please her. Cynthia's saliva flowed continuously into my mouth along her tongue, which I swallowed without hesitation. After a while, she looked up and smiled. "Your technique is very good." Her gaze swept down my body, and my lower body was already erect from the intimate contact. "Very energetic, isn't it?" she said with a half-smile, starting to manipulate my genitals with her hands, then pinching various parts of my body, and said with satisfaction, "You will make a good servant." Afterward, Cynthia made me kneel against the wall to await her orders. I didn't know if I had done something wrong, and my heart began to pound with anxiety. After a while, Cynthia called me over. She had a small bell, and she required me to come to her side immediately whenever I heard it ring. I quickly stood up and went over. She was sitting at her desk, grading student council documents. Seeing me arrive, she didn't even look up, but simply moved her chair back, creating a gap between the desk and her legs, and said, "Crawl in." I did as she said and crawled under the desk. The space under the desk was small, and I felt a little cramped kneeling inside, with Cynthia's alluring legs on either side of my body. She had taken off her shoes when she entered the room, and now she placed her bare feet on my legs. Above me came the girl's elegant voice, "Don't you know how to massage, slave?" This was the first time she had called me a slave, and I already knew in my heart that under the rules set by the sorority, junior members were no different from slaves, especially since I was now willingly her slave. I wasn't good at massaging, so I gently massaged her legs, afraid of hurting her. After a while, she seemed dissatisfied, first lifting her feet and placing them on my shoulders, then stepping one foot on my face, the gap between her toes pointing towards my nose. Cynthia's small feet were white and delicate, each toenail painted with Lanc?me. She looked incredibly cute, even so, but wearing leather boots all day had left her feet with a faint, sour smell. "How does it smell?" she asked. "It's wonderful," I said obsequiously. She lightly slapped me with her foot, laughing and scolding, "Nonsense." Then she ignored me, and I didn't dare disturb her, kneeling quietly between her legs until my knees went numb. After a while, Cyndia reached down and patted my face, lifting her skirt with one hand and pressing my head under it with the other. I obediently buried my head inside her skirt, her white panties right in front of me, the mysterious place beneath radiating a captivating allure. Cyndia pulled her panties aside, revealing beautiful petals and a deep valley. She pressed my head down again, and I knew it was time to fulfill my duty as a slave. I pressed my head against hers, my tongue darting between the petals and the valley, not missing a single crevice or fold. Her juices flowed freely, soaking my face. I swallowed hard and continued my assault deeper into her valley. Soon her clitoris became erect, and I licked it even more patiently. After a long while, a surge of heat washed over me; I knew she had reached orgasm. Cynthia was reviewing documents, the tedious tasks making her somewhat annoyed, but thankfully, the little guy beneath her brought her wave after wave of pleasure. 'Male slaves certainly have a unique charm; enticing her to join the sorority was the right choice,' Cynthia remarked. Compared to women, male slaves' tongues, though harder, were also more powerful, more aggressive, and more...

Add stimulation. Otherwise, she wouldn't have succumbed to her urges so quickly. You see, her previous female
slaves would lick until their tongues ached and they begged her in tears before she would let them stop.
I knelt between Cynthia's legs, diligently cleaning her wet vulva with my tongue. Then she reached out and handed me
a piece of paper. I carefully wiped her genitals clean with the paper, then clutched it in my hand, intending to
throw it away after I got out from under the table. "Eat it," came the girl's command from above. She took the paper from my hand,
pried open my mouth, and put it in. "These are my rules. You have to be self-disciplined from now on, don't wait for me to tell you."
Cynthia only released me from under the table after finishing her student council duties.
A smile appeared on her lips; she seemed quite satisfied with my work. She led me to her large bed. At the
foot of the bed, she lifted a pink cloth, revealing an iron cage underneath. She made me crawl inside, then
locked the cage.
The cage wasn't very big, just big enough for me to crouch inside, curled up. Any slight movement would cause me to bump into
the bars. Cynthia touched me through the cage. "From today onwards, you are my slave, understand
, Mike? I won't call you Mike anymore. Hmm, just call you Slave, that suits your status."
I nodded.
"I'm going out for a bit. You stay here for now. When I return, I'll begin teaching you
how to be a competent junior member of the sorority."
"Understood, Master."
"That's settled then. Enjoy yourself." She finished speaking, picked up the revised documents, and left. I guessed she
was going to distribute the revised documents to the various colleges. Having served as her clerk for over a year, I
knew her work habits well. This was supposed to be my job, but now she had to do it herself.
Squatting in a small cage was very uncomfortable. Although Cynthia had thoughtfully added a cushion under the cage
to prevent my legs and feet from being poked by the bars, maintaining the same position for a long time still made
my muscles ache.
Two hours passed. Cynthia still hadn't returned. I felt my whole body going numb, and my back ached
terribly . I longed for Cynthia to come back quickly and release me from this little prison.
Another half hour passed, and to my expectant gaze, the door opened, and Cynthia walked
in .
"Master~" I called out happily, like a puppy welcoming its master home.
"You missed me so soon?" Cynthia said. She was carrying a new stack of documents. After putting the documents away, she opened the cage and let me out. I stretched my stiff body and
knelt down beside her.
"Your behavior has been very proper so far. You do many things without me having to teach you,
such as calling me master and kneeling beside me willingly. That's all very good. However, there are still many things I need to
teach you. Since you've chosen me as your master, I will carefully teach you to become a
graceful proper junior member."
She pulled out a notebook from the documents—the very one Teresa had read during the initiation ceremony. Cynthia began
to read slowly, making sure I understood every word. It included many rules for junior members,
such as the posture for waiting for orders, the posture for serving their masters, and the language for greeting. After she finished reading, she
handed me the booklet.
"This is the junior member's handbook. For the rest of the day, you'll kneel there and study hard. I'll check on you before I send you away tonight."
The sorority had a rule that junior members were confined together at night, only spending the day with their respective masters. Every evening at six o'clock, a senior member would take me to a special rest room. There was still more than half an hour until six o'clock. The junior member's handbook was over ten pages long; I figured the so-called check was just Cynthia finding an excuse to punish me.
However, as a scribe handling miscellaneous tasks, I was quite confident in my memory. Before six o'clock, I had memorized most of the booklet, and only made two minor mistakes during Cynthia's check.
"Good, you escaped a whipping," Cynthia said. "But you still need to be punished for two mistakes. Today's time is up, so we'll leave it for tomorrow."
I was a little uneasy about what kind of punishment I would receive, but before I could ask, the doorbell rang.
When I opened the door, it was Sula outside. Unfortunately, she was the person in charge of the nighttime management for junior members.
She seemed to have a particular interest in me, looking me up and down before grabbing the collar around my neck.
I didn't want to leave Cynthia's side, but after she emphasized that it was the sorority's rule, I
reluctantly agreed.
After leaving, Sula ordered me to kneel and crawl behind her to the lounge. After being whipped, I
was instinctively afraid of this seemingly frail girl who was much shorter than me. She simply gestured
, and I obediently knelt and crawled behind her. The
nighttime
lounge was also in the basement. I crawled behind Sula for seven or eight minutes before finally reaching the lounge
door. At first, I would occasionally look up to admire Sula's
voluptuous . But later, my knees were worn raw, and the pain
made me lose that interest. Besides, Sula seemed to be deliberately making things difficult for me, walking fast and slow at different times,
making it hard for me to keep up.
The lounge was more like a prison cell, with six or seven girls chained to iron rings on the ground like livestock.
A simple mattress and thin blanket on the floor beside them were their sleeping place at night. Because the chains were short,
they couldn't stand up at all, only lying or sitting on the mattress.
Judy had arrived before me and was locked in the middle of the room. She was currently lying on the floor, being washed by
another senior member. The senior member would occasionally insert his hand into her vagina or grope her
breasts, molesting her. She lay there silently and submissively. Only her slightly bitten lips
revealed her unwillingness.
Without today's experience, I find it hard to imagine that these pampered young girls would abandon their privileged
lives at school to live like animals here. I think besides the allure of entering high society, what sustains
them is the hope of becoming senior members a year from now.
Once they become senior members, I imagine they will vent their misery on
newly joined junior members, manipulating their bodies and souls. This group of sheep-like girls will likely
transform into cruel demons.
The moment I saw the room filled with naked beauties, I momentarily forgot my predicament and became
recklessly excited, my lower body starting to stir. Sula noticed and gave me a cold glare. Her
gaze swept over me like a bucket of cold water being poured over my head, instantly calming my erection.
"You're quite clever," the girl sneered, "otherwise I would have beaten it so badly it would never have a chance to rise again."
After entering the room, Sula found a secluded spot and chained me up, right next to Judy.
Like the other girls, the chain on my collar was secured to an iron ring on the ground with a brass lock, severely
limiting my movement. After securing me, Sula said, "From now on, this is your residence. As lowly junior members,
you only deserve to live here. Your belongings have been packed by the sorority; you will only be entitled to use them after you become senior members."
After she finished speaking, she rolled up the blankets, brought a large basin of cold water, and began to wash my body.
Sula ordered me to lie face down, splashing cold water on me while kneading my body all over. I
dared not disobey her, remaining motionless as she played with me.
Sula squeezed my testicles hard, smiling as she watched my pained expression and ordering me not to cry out.
Then she put her index and middle fingers in my mouth and made me suck on them. A satisfied expression appeared on her refined and delicate face;
it seemed my sucking made her feel very comfortable.
I belonged to Cynthia, and Sula hadn't done anything too outrageous. After washing
us explained the rules of the common room again: 7 PM was dinner time, and 9 PM was excretion time. If
we were late, we had to wait until our masters took us away the next morning. If we couldn't hold it in and excreted on the ground, we had to eat
our excrement. Hearing this, I felt nauseous and secretly vowed to make sure
I emptied my body within the designated excretion time.
After Sula left, the high-ranking member who cleaned Judy was the
very . After Sula left, she walked up to me, patted me, and whispered, "My name is
Helena. I like you very much. If you become my servant, I'll make sure you have a fulfilling year
. Think about it."
I couldn't help but wonder, wasn't I already Cynthia's personal servant? Could this really change?
Soon it was seven o'clock, and a short-haired high-ranking member came in with a large basin and distributed food to us.
The food consisted of a small piece of bread and a clump of sticky stuff scooped from the basin. The high-ranking member
scooped a spoonful into each of our bowls. Before distributing the food, she would molest a few slaves she fancied,
and the slaves, wanting food, all complied. When it was my turn, she played with my penis and nipples for a while.
Presumably because I was a new slave, she then bent down and licked my neck and lips for a while.
Generally, only senior members without personal servants would apply for a management lounge, which they would then use to their advantage against junior members brought back
at night . The sorority tacitly approved of this, as long as it didn't go too far
, no one would interfere. Therefore, whenever a senior member wanted to take advantage of us, we, as lowly junior members,
had to obediently offer our bodies. Of course, they wouldn't ask us to have sex or perform oral sex, nor
would beat us excessively, otherwise our masters would object.
After distributing the food, the senior member took the bowl and left. I heard there was another lounge like ours, so
she must have gone to get that food.
The sticky mess in the bowl was a jumble of various vegetables, mixed with fish bones and bones—
clearly leftovers from a senior member. Just
looking at it made me nauseous; I couldn't eat it at all. I only ate the
small . Judy, naturally, felt the same way. The junior members, who had been members for a while,
seemed completely unfazed by the sticky food, eating it with relish.
When the senior member collecting the food bowls, she noticed that Judy and I hadn't eaten anything. She
knew new members often couldn't accept this kind of food at first. She didn't say much, just gave a cold laugh:
"Not eating? You'll be begging me for it in a few days."
At nine o'clock, another senior member came in with a dozen large spittoons. We tried our best
to finish as quickly as possible. Soon after, the junior member returned and took all the spittoons away. Of course, before we
relieved ourselves, she, as usual, had a few junior members she liked touch and caress them.
After the time was up, the door to the rest room was locked from the outside. I figured no one else would
come that night. I lay with seven naked girls in the pitch-black darkness. The thin mattress was only slightly better than
sleeping the hard floor still made my back ache terribly. I started to recall
the events of the day, feeling somewhat dazed. In just one day, how could I have
gone from a celebrated student council elite to a pathetic slave locked in the basement, eating leftovers, my even excretion controlled
? Although Cynthia also called me a slave, I was happy with her. Only when I was chained here like livestock
did I truly accept reality.
As I was wallowing in self-pity, a rustling sound beside me interrupted my thoughts. My
eyes had adjusted to the darkness. I looked around. Several girls were huddled together
, comforting each other. Gradually, their hands moved towards each other's genitals, gently caressing them. The chains on their collars, though short,
were enough to reach their partners. They were probably used to this, completely unconcerned about
the stares of those around them. In their long lives of control and manipulation, perhaps only at this moment could they enjoy equal caresses.
Suppressed moans gradually rose from the covers, instantly arousing my blood. Two beautiful girls
were entangled right before my eyes, a scene straight out of a live sex show that sent waves of heat through me.
I resisted the urge to disturb them, turning my back on the mattress to avoid being seduced. When I turned back, I found Judy staring at me with her large, watery eyes, showing no signs of sleepiness; she too seemed troubled by the lewd sounds.
Her day's ordeal had made her look pitiful, as if she hadn't fared well with the round-faced girl either. Her body, exposed outside the covers, was covered in whip marks and cigarette burns. She was curled up in the blankets,
the thin fabric unable to conceal the shapely curves of her body; her exposed white skin
was alluring, appearing and disappearing in the darkness. I suddenly felt an urge to comfort her.
I tried my best to move towards her, the iron chain around my neck restricting me, but I was almost beside her.
I gently stroked her head comfortingly. She didn't flinch, letting me touch her. The harsh day had
frightened her; she desperately needed comfort. My hand ran through her long hair,
lingering on her full waist before moving downwards, caressing her plump hips and firm thighs.
We were just friends in class; I never imagined I'd be
naked with this beautiful girl with big brown eyes. I boldly pulled her closer, and she didn't resist, nestling against me
. I knew she needed a hug.
Holding such a warm, soft body, so sexy and beautiful, I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire. Judy
's scent intoxicated me, and my hands began to roam her entire body. At that moment, I suddenly felt that joining the sorority might have been
the right decision.
My lower body began to stir restlessly, and I tried to part Judy's thighs. She immediately understood my
intention and began to push me away forcefully. By this time, I was already burning with desire, and ignoring her resistance, I held her tightly, using
my genitals to assault her secret valley. She squeezed her legs together, resisting me. She said urgently,
"No, Master forbids me from having sex with other people, I'll be kicked out of the sorority."
But I was blinded by lust at this point, and I didn't care what she was saying. I just kept
pulling at her legs, my genitals rubbing against her body, which gave me immense pleasure. Suddenly, I felt
a sharp pain on my shoulder. Judy had bitten me and, taking advantage of my pain, slipped out of my arms.
"Mike, you bastard!" she cursed. "You actually tried to rape me! I'll never trust you again,
you filthy bastard!" Tears streamed down her face. "Am I not pitiful enough? How could you
treat me like this?"
I felt ashamed and wanted to comfort her, but I didn't know how to start. "I'm sorry... I didn't
mean to , I just couldn't control myself..."
"Get away! Stay away from me!" Judy looked at me with hatred and cursed, "You disgusting slave.
I'll never trust you again."
I wanted to remind her that she was just a slave herself. But in the end, I didn't say anything, and just awkwardly moved back
to my seat, lowering my head, not daring to meet her angry gaze.
Fortunately, the other girls in the room had already formed several couples and were busy with their own things, so no one noticed
what was happening between Judy and me.
Under the girls' angry gazes, I actually fell asleep quickly.
VII. Forced Slave
The next morning, Sula took me back to Cynthia's room. She had just changed into a summer school uniform, and her slender
body exuded a sexy aura. My beautiful mistress saw me enter, turned to thank Sura, and
then led me into the house. Cynthia's boudoir still exuded a wonderfully pleasant scent, carrying her own fragrance
, instantly dispelling the discomfort of sleeping in the basement.
The sorority's dining hall wasn't far from Cynthia's quarters, so she took me there for breakfast.
Each girl eating there had a servant kneeling beside her, and Cynthia, with the only male servant, naturally
attracted a lot of attention.
I knelt at Cynthia's feet, watching her elegantly eat her breakfast, the aroma of the food in the dining hall making me even
hungrier. I had only eaten a small piece of bread since seven o'clock last night.
The sorority's dining hall didn't provide food for servants, but some mistresses, when in a good mood, would
feed their servants some of their leftovers.
I looked up at Cynthia with longing eyes; her soft lips moved slightly as she ate
a few pieces of bacon from her plate.
The sorority generally disapproved of masters feeding their servants too well, lest they stop eating the rations provided by the society
. I didn't expect Cynthia to give me any fresh food from her plate; I would be grateful for anything she gave me, even just leftovers or
chewed food.
Although it was leftovers, I would never be disgusted by Cynthia's leftovers or spit-out food. Compared to the
sticky mess from last night, the food chewed by Cynthia's beautiful rosy lips was the most
delicious delicacy in my eyes.
She looked down and saw me looking at her with pitiful eyes, and couldn't help but smile. "Are you hungry?"
I nodded, and she spat out the half-chewed bacon into a plate, and added a few pieces
of half inedible meat to the ground. "No hands, that's very impolite," she instructed. This rule was in the junior members' code, so I naturally knew it. I lowered my head and began to eat. The food
was not much, the quality was not high, and it was covered in Cynthia's saliva, but I still ate with relish.
"Didn't you eat properly last night?" Cynthia asked. "That kind of food is hard to accept, isn't it? I know, I
was a junior member too."
She thought for a moment and continued, "But you must eat it properly, that's my order."
My face immediately fell. Cynthia explained, "Because you are a slave, your status only deserves to eat
this kind of food. If I hear you didn't finish your meal properly, I will punish you."
Seeing her tone become stern, I had no choice but to obediently answer, "I understand, Master."
"Can't you accept what I've eaten?"
"Master, that's different," I argued. "Not to mention food that has been eaten, everything Master gives me
is sacred."
"Theresa, Sula, Daisy, all the senior members are your masters. You must treat
them the same way you treat me. Their leftovers must also be sacred to you. Eating everything your master gives you is a
slave's duty. Okay, I don't want to say any more. I want to see how you perform tonight."
I had no choice but to lower my head and say, "Yes, Master."
After dinner, Cynthia had to do some student council work. Given my compliant behavior yesterday, she
decided to take me to the student council office to continue my duties as clerk. With her permission, I dressed appropriately
and followed her out of the sorority's castle.
She wasn't afraid I would try to escape; the sorority wielded considerable influence in high society, and if I
violated the initiation agreement and ran away, they would use various means to ruin my political future, and even
the White family would become a laughingstock. Ever since Teresa recited that long list of powerful families during the ceremony,
I knew the sorority was not something the small White family could contend with.
On the way from the castle to the bishop's quarters, to avoid being discovered by anyone outside the sorority,
I hid the collar and chain around my neck inside my high-necked clothes.
In the student council office, I finished my duties as secretary in no time. Cynthia
looked up from the president's desk and mocked, "Your work efficiency seems to have improved since becoming a slave. Looks like
I should have made you my slave a long time ago."
"It's all thanks to the master's training."
"Sucking!" Cynthia said with a half-smile. "Alright, now that the work is done, come here."
She pointed to the space under her desk. I understood her meaning, walked over, knelt down, and crawled between her legs
under the desk. The president's desk was much larger than the desk in Cynthia's bedroom, so the space under it was naturally larger as well. There was an iron ring in the bottom of
the desk drawer, where Cynthia locked my collar.
The chain was just long enough for me to kneel between Cynthia's legs. I guessed I wasn't the first
person to kneel here serving her. I wondered if someone was also diligently licking her crotch every time I reported to her
.
With utmost respect, I lifted Cynthia's skirt and helped her remove her panties. Then, I pressed my face against her crotch and
gently licked her. Cynthia had said that servicing her genitals was gentler than kissing a lover. She
said that once, a man who hurt her was hung in mid-air and whipped for a whole day and night.
I reverently licked the female genitals that carried Cynthia's scent. This time, she was prepared and didn't
come . She was used to enjoying this pleasure for a long time and never tired of it.
Several people came to report on their work, but I dared not interrupt without her orders. Those who came to
report had no idea that the chairman, who was listening to their work so seriously, had a slave serving
her genitals beneath her.
When my tongue was so sore that I could barely move it, her orgasm finally arrived. After a surge of intense
pleasure , Cynthia leaned back in her chair. She lifted her skirt and looked at me, locked under the table, my face
covered in her juices and looking pitiful. A sadistic pleasure welled up inside me.
"How about I lock you up here forever, as my personal slave during work hours?"
Before I could answer, I said with frustration, "That's impossible, the guild won't agree." She looked at
me again and said regretfully, "I really want to turn you into a pure slave. You're perfect for it."
When we came out of the student council, she hugged me, seemingly in a good mood. "My good slave, you
did , so I'll waive the punishment for yesterday's spot check." Although she didn't mention it today, I had been feeling uneasy, and hearing her say that, I
felt relieved. I was about to kneel down and thank her when she grabbed me. "This is outside, you idiot," she
rolled her eyes at me.
VIII. Punishment
After returning to the sorority, Cynthia took a liking to my tongue. She practically kept me under her crotch all day,
even during the sensitive period after orgasm, she required me to gently suck on her vulva for a long time.
That night in the lounge, I started trying to eat that sticky stuff, but it was
so disgusting that I couldn't eat more than half of it. The next morning, Cynthia found out and was
furious . This was the first time I had disobeyed her orders since becoming her slave.
When I arrived at her room, she ordered me to lie face down on the floor. She asked, "Do you know what you've done wrong?"
Looking at her stern face, I felt a surge of fear. "I didn't finish my dinner yesterday," I whispered.
She stroked my naked body and said harshly, "It seems you know that..."

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