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Subject: {deirdre}JDR"Initiation"( MF oral ds )[1/1]
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On many of her stories, but not on my copy of this one, deirdre wrote:
Permission granted to archive, repost, or publish in low-cost CD-ROM
archives of alt groups. Permission granted to publish in anthologies of
this type of material if attributed to deirdre and an author's payment is
sent to AIDS research in the name of deirdre. -- deirdre
I'm taking this as a general permission.
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This is the one story I've written so far from a dominant point
of view. I find written accouts of the submissive point of view
have more interesting possibilities: less of a "Mission Impossible"
feel of everything going exactly as planned. Having said that, this
story just refused to be told by any of the "victims". As you will
see at the end, I couldn't help giving the narrator at least a little
food for thought. -- deirdre
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Initiation
by deirdre
It was my senior year and I was called upon to play a leadership role
in my sorority. Specifically, I was asked to plan an initiation activity
that would give the new members pause. Something other than the formal
initiation that would catch them off guard.
I must have a dark side, because after a little thought I began to
relish the role. I planned our little joke for the first night our new
members would spend in the house. I got my boyfriend's cooperation and
laid out my plans with the officers and got their enthusiastic support.
We filled in all the returning members ahead of time.
The day the new sisters arrived, they were greeted by the officers as
usual and shown to their rooms. I had gotten the officers and a few of
the taller and stronger sisters to dress a bit severely, act like they
owned the place, and order the rest of us around just a little. That was
all for the first day, but that night I sprung our trap.
In the middle of the night after everyone had settled down, the same
group of "leaders" went around like drill-sergeants, waking everybody up.
They carried around pots and cooking spoons to create a racket. We all
herded down to the basement, following their commands, more or less
dragging our new sisters with us. The leaders had us stand at attention
in formation. There we were, all in our nightgowns. We whispered to any
of the new sisters that expressed curiosity not to worry, that this was
all normal. Then one of the leaders came in, and chose three of us. She
did a good job of making it seem random and making it seem like she was
seriously considering choosing one of the new sisters. But really, who
would be chosen had been decided beforehand. She led us into a side room
in the basement, leaving the door open. There, out of view of the rest of
the sisters were our boyfriends. We each got our hands cuffed behind us,
and knelt in front of our boyfriends and pretended to be sucking their
cocks!
Then all the other sisters went back upstairs, passing the doorway so
they could clearly see us "servicing" the men! Imagine what the new
sisters were thinking! As soon as they were all gone, we broke up in
hysterics!
But that wasn't enough. Later that night, after we gave everyone a
chance to go back to sleep (or lie awake worrying) the leaders got us up
again, and again we headed down to stand at attention in the basement in
our nightgowns. This was to be the piece-de-resistance. The leaders
ordered us up against the wall, with our hands against the wall as if we
were being arrested. In the mean time, they pulled out these huge bull
whips I managed to get my hands on, and were slinging them around, testing
them. We arranged it in advance that the newer sisters would be separated
from each other--each one between two of the senior sisters, who would be
following the orders to the letter. The new sister to be next to me,
whose name was Karen, had her hands covering her mouth in shock and
couldn't make herself move to the wall. I told her this was all normal
and not to worry. She seemed to come out of it and asked me if it hurt
very much. "What do you think?" I told her in a scared voice. I loved
this! Finally, she meekly followed orders, putting her hands against the
wall. Then she floored me: she asked me if I ever got turned on by it. I
began to wonder about her, but I didn't have too long to wonder. The
"leaders" came up behind us, made sure we were all looking at the wall,
and started snapping the whips making it seem like some of us were being
whipped. On cue after the first snap, all of us senior sisters screamed
as loud as we could! The place broke up in pandemonium. Soon all us
senior sisters were laughing hysterically as the new sisters stood there
in panic, not knowing what to do! We actually had a hard time convincing
some of them that it was all a joke!
Well, I got a lot of compliments on my little plan, and heard
references to that night my whole senior year. The only other interesting
thing to come out of it was my memory of what Karen had said. I went away
thinking she might LIKE to be whipped. I must admit that on occasion I
found myself wondering what it would be like to whip her, sometimes when I
saw her walking by. She was an attractive little thing. And she seemed
to have a sly smile for me all the time, as if she knew what I was
thinking, or she had thoughts in that direction herself. She gave me the
chance several times that year to visit her alone in her room, and when I
did, I had this feeling that she was ready to submit if I only asked her
to. Sometimes I wish I had given it a shot.
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Initiation
by deirdre
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