Sigma Alpha Sigma

This is the second part of the five-part story Sigma Alpha Sigma. It contains scenes of Dominance and submission and BDSM. All consensual.

Walking with My Carol

The campus was filling up with students, and each of us in the Sigma Alpha Sigma house headed out to the quad. The sophomores were alone with their mistresses. I did not know what to do with my Carol, but she put her arm through mine.

“When we are out of the house, we are friends, like any other. Or more than friends. Girlfriends. People on campus are used to girlfriends and boyfriends holding hands and kissing, though we still get our share of heckling. But you must understand and agree. If you are at the sorority–as Miss Alice said–I am your girlfriend and you may not be intimate with anyone other than me or one of your many other mistresses. Is that understood?”

Her voice turned serious as she spoke, and I told her I understood.

“Why do you call Alice ‘Miss’ and not ‘Mistress’?”

“You only refer to someone, even to her face, as ‘Mistress’ if she is your mistress. Alice is due respect, so she is referred to as ‘Miss Alice.’ Except, you will see, by her subs, such as Anne Parker and Mary Dole. She, as one of Marcia’s subs, will be called “al” by Marcia and her other dommes and will of course refer to Marcia as ‘Mistress Marcia.’ It sounds complicated, but you’ll figure it out. Just as I am ‘Carol’ to you and simply ‘Cal’ to our Rebecca, who you will meet when we return.”

Rebecca, I figured was the senior and Carol’s direct domme.

I probably ignored some of my friends from freshman year as Carol and I were deep in conversation, but I was entirely focused on what I was being told.

“Each year, sophomore members may search for freshmen who they might want as their submissives for the next year. I chose you and two others. One of the others did not fall for Marcia’s charms.”

“Her loss,” I said.

“Indeed. The other did very well with Johnson but I kept my eye on her. It is a super important decision for a sophomore, as you will find. That one simply did not match what I saw in you. And what I wanted to see of you.”

So, I told Rebecca and she reviewed you and agreed, as did Alice. Hence the invitation. Throughout the process, Alice kept both me and my mistress informed.”

“Rebecca?”

“That’s her. You will meet her when we get back. She will also be your mistress. You see, each year a junior gets a mistress, but that mistress was a sophomore too and got her own mistress. This has been happening for years, so there is a line of mistresses for each of us. You will meet, and probably service, several on what is now our line, as I have. Some are better than others, but each is a mistress of all those below her on the line.”

Things were falling into place.

“Did Miss Alice tell you, Mistress, that I told her to fuck herself.”

“Oh, I knew about that while your phone was still warm with what you said. Alice called Marcia who assured us that you’d be back, and we all agreed that we liked that bit of feistiness, however ineffective we suspected it would be. So, when you called Alice back, we knew we had you.”

I remembered how often I opened my phone to dial that 503 number–dozens–before I finally did in late July after discussing it with Diane.

“What would have happened to you if I didn’t call? You’d be without a sub.”

“Truth? I’d be given one chance to convince you personally. I would have stopped you on the street. You might or might not have recognized me from that day in your dorm. Frankly, and don’t tell anyone, I would have done almost anything to convince you.”

She stopped and looked at me. Her fingers ran across my cheek. “Once I decided on you, I became sort of obsessed.”

She smiled again and we resumed walking. “I’m just glad I didn’t have to beg. It would be most unbecoming for a mistress,” she laughed.

“But if one’s selection doesn’t accept, she may either go the year without a sub or recruit one, though any recruit would have to be approved by the seniors, with the president having veto power. We learn enough as subs to have a pretty good eye for finding someone who is likely to want to be with us that it’s rare for an invitation to go unaccepted. Sometimes it’s close. You weren’t even the longest hold-out.”

“Who waited longer.”

“That I cannot say, and I will tell you that you are being awfully forward for a sub. I forgive you, but do not get in the habit or I may have to punish you for it.”

She smiled again, but not so easily. She seemed more a natural sub and was struggling with being a domme, but I was pretty sure she’d would be a domme and that I would be happy being her submissive.

We circled the quad, looking every once in a while at the other mistress/sub pairs from the sorority, and we all eventually were at the house. Carol and I were the third pair back. As we went up the steps, she told me that the world on the other side of the threshold was a world apart from the quad and that everyone’s role would be clear and must be abided with. Today and forever.

Carol led me directly up the stairs, to the third floor. There were six bedrooms and two bathrooms, and she led me to a bedroom to the left.

“This is our room. It was where I was you last year.”

There was no lock, and she opened the door. It had a Queen-sized bed and two dressers to the left. A window was above the low headboard, and a closet was to the right. Two desks were next to the closet along that wall. The room was painted in a clean light blue and an oriental rug, largely blue, was on the wooden floor.

While I would have had my own room at Dammon Hall, this was far superior to anything I could expect there. Since I had not formally elected not to live in the dorm, my trunk was still there, it would be coming to Elm Street soon.

Carol opened the closet, and it was more than half full of her things. She reached in and removed a dress. It was a beautiful pattern of flowers and birds. It could have been childish but was not. She lay it across the bed. She went to the top drawer on the right-most dresser and removed a thin box and put it next to the dress, and then she was back at the closet and pulled out a pair of three-inch black heels, which she put on the floor by the bed.

“This one time, I will prepare you. Pay attention, Mel, because you must learn how to prepare me from now on.” She leaned in, and her lips touched mine. But instead of being chaste, this time her tongue opened my lips and I felt the arousal that came upon me when Johnson kissed Mary Dole. It did not last long as Carol stepped back. She pulled my t-shirt over my head and efficiently removed my plain cotton bra. For good or ill, I am not big up top, as surely Carol would have known before selecting me, and I knew she was pleased with my body and all of its many limitations, even those she’d yet to see. She efficiently but delicately removed my shoes, jeans, and panties.

“From now on, you must accustom yourself to being naked on the third floor. Unless a mistress otherwise permits, all soph subs are to be naked here. You may not attempt to cover your boobs or your pussy. Ever. Understood?”

I nodded.

“Besides,” she looked me over, and I moved one hand from covering my breast and the other from covering my pussy, “you have absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about. Follow me.”

She stripped and permitted me to ogle. I’d slept with many prettier girls, but Carol’s was somehow perfect in my eyes. She had large hips and medium sized boobs. She’d gotten the blonde from her hair, and it was reverted to its natural dark brown, which hung just to her shoulders. The color matched the carefully trimmed pubic hair, and she spread her legs intentionally (I think) to allow me to see that her pussy was not completely dry.

“Enjoying the view?” she teased, and I reddened. “Don’t worry, Mel, you’ll have the chance to explore it like Magellan in time,” and with that she put on a white robe.

“Ready?” she asked. I nodded. I followed her naked into a hallway, with her wearing a robe, after taking a long breathe. The doors were all closed and into the large bathroom. She closed the door.

“We will generally shower together. There is a more utilitarian shower at the other end of the hall which you and the other sophomores can use every day, and I suggest with six of you, you work out a schedule.”

“This bathroom is for the juniors. Each day except Sunday, it is reserved for two hours for a junior and her sub. There is a similar arrangement on the second floor for the seniors, and Monday is my night with Rebecca. Thursday night is our night. We’ll develop our own routine, as Rebecca did with me.

“But today each couple has fifteen minutes, and we’re using the one on the second floor too. As with the other things today, things are somewhat backwards. Today, and again do not get used to it, I will do to you what you will be expected to do to me on a regular basis.”

The large tub could fit two and had nozzles, but we had no time for that. Instead, we would be using the showerhead for a quick once-over.

She pulled the shower nozzle and wettened me before turning the water off. She, this woman I met just hours before, reached for body wash and delicately covering me with it.

“Fuck, I always knew you’d have a great ass,” she teased as she ran a palm over each of my cheeks and then a finger along my crack. She stopped at my anus, rubbing it but not entering.

“Virgin territory?” It was a question. I said it was.

Hell, I was having trouble keeping sane with her finger there. “Please tell me it won’t be for much longer,” I begged.

She ran her finger across it several times, enjoying the effect it had on me, before saying, “If you’re a bad girl it won’t.”

I wanted her to penetrate me then, and when it caressed the folds of my pussy–“Nicely trimmed,” she said when she first saw it–but there was little time, so she picked up the tempo and finished the quick shower before rinsing me and herself off. She did not let me touch her. Unlike me, she wore a robe when we walked to the bathroom, but she turned me by requiring that I keep my hands to myself. I was going to enjoy being hers. In all the ways she could think of.

When we were done, I was allowed to dry off, but could not take the towel as we left. She was in her robe going to the bathroom, and I was naked as we entered the hall, where we ran into one of the other pairs, and Carol made sure we passed as two naked women passing in the hallway, neither of us covering our boobs or pussies in the hall, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. I thought the other sophomore pretty but doubted anything could happen on that front.

Back in the room, Carol opened the box. Inside was a lingerie set and stockings. All were cream-colored. She bent before me, and I lifted one and then the other foot so she could put the panties on me. They had a slight pattern that covered my pussy. I don’t know if she intended to do so, but she kissed the center of the pattern before she stood.

When she had the bra on it was clear that she’d somehow gotten my measurements for it and the panties fit perfectly. The stockings matched the lingerie and were thigh-highs. Carol then took the dress, and I lifted my arms as she dropped it and it fell like the drops of a waterfall, stopping just above my knees. Again, a perfect fit. As were the shoes, though I worried about navigating in the three inchers.

Again, she leaned to me. “You look perfect. They are going to be so jealous I got you first.”

She put on her dress, hers being a simple blue pattern that went to above her knees, with black thigh-highs and black three-inchers and no lingerie, and we sat on the bed beside each other talking the way college girls talk when we heard a gong.

“Ready?”

All I could do was nod as we stood. She held my hand.

“Just remember that I already love you,” and her lips touched mine and she led me into the hallway and down to the ground floor, following several pairs and followed by the rest. Each couple was dressed exactly as we were. We entered the living room. It had four armchairs and a sofa lined up in a row against the long wall. Six dining room chairs faced them, about six or eight feet away, and the twelve of us, juniors and sophomores, spread out behind those six wooden chairs. The sofa was in front of a fireplace, and a very fine landscape of what looked to be hills in northern California or Oregon was above the mantel. Other quality landscapes, including one of the Golden Gate Bridge, were hung around the room, which was painted in a bluish pastel.

After my quick survey of the room, I returned to the sofa and chairs. In total, eight women sat, with Alice and another woman in the middle. Each was in an identical gown, each a fiery red. Though they sat, I could see the gowns were perfectly tailored, and each had a long slit so I could see black stockings at least to the mid-thigh. Each wore a pearl necklace over the slightest display of cleavage. Their hair varied in color, and each had it up in an intricate bob.

When the sixth and last couple were in the room, Anne led Mary Dole around the dining-room chairs as we watched silently, each of us holding our junior’s hand. Anne sat in the chair across from Alice, and Mary dropped to her knees, her back to Anne and facing Alice.

A second couple began, and Carol whispered to me, “We must wait our turn.” The second couple repeated what the first did, facing their senior. After four couples completed the dance, Carol squeezed my hand, and we circled the wooden chair. That’s when I realized who my mistress Rebecca was. She was at the end of the right side. I looked at the seniors as we waited, unsure which was her, but when my eyes reached her, I could she her stare. Her hair was auburn, and I imagined it was long. Her face was narrow, as was her nose, but her lips were full, and I saw that she frequently ran her tongue, probably without realizing it, across her upper lip, whether nerves or anticipation I could not say.

She had slight cleavage but enough for there to be a valley between her boobs. Rebecca knew much about me and had approved Carol’s choice. I knew nothing about her.

In my concentration and imaginings, I lost track until I felt Carol tug my arm. I followed her around to her chair. She sat, and I knelt. The room disappeared. I felt my Carol’s knees lightly against my back, but all was my Rebecca, and I knew I was her entire universe as she was mine.

The sixth, and final, couple followed us.

“Sophomores. I trust each of you has been told how this sorority works. You must understand that you are free at any time to leave us. We hope you will not do so, but we will abide by your wishes. Each of your mistresses, including the seniors who are here and those who came in your line before you, has made the journey you are setting out on. I will not tell you we are some secret society that controls the levers of the world. That is a fantasy. This is real. We are merely women who, well, enjoy each other’s company. Sometimes in ways that others might not approve of.

“Because of that last point, you will each be sworn to secrecy, as all those before you have been. I must say, though I hope that it is unnecessary, that should any of you decide to turn on Sigma Alpha Sigma, your lives will be destroyed by us. We will have more than enough evidence to do that. But in the last twenty years, it has never come to that. Not a single sister has threatened to expose another for what we do here. I say this in part to give you confidence about being a sister.

“Again. If you don’t have that level of trust and confidence you should leave.”

She paused for effect. No one moved.

“Good. Now you will each be initiated.”

She and the other seniors stood. The junior closest to the windows rose to close the shades.

Each senior pulled her dress up. None wore underwear. Each sat back down, with her legs spread. Mary, again, went first, walking on her knees to Alice, and the rest of us followed suit, and suddenly without having spoken a word to her or having a word spoken by her to me I was between Rebecca’s thighs, licking her folds. She kept her voice low as her hands held my head to her. Her first words to me were, “You’re good. Marcia said you were.” Her hips began to rock. I heard a cry to my left, and Rebecca said, “Ignore her. I’m your mistress now,” and I ignored whoever was cresting and, I am pleased to say, my tongue got my mistress off before most of the others came.

When mine did, she pushed me away gently.

“Reward Cal, your Carol,” and I turned, and she was standing, as were all the other juniors. The two who’d gotten their seniors off first were deep in kisses with their mistresses and soon I, too, was standing, deep in her mouth. Finally, when all six of us had done what we came to do, Alice, a bit out of breath, announced that dinner was ready.

We went into the dining room where the large table was set with salads before each of twelve place-settings. The mistresses took their places. Mistresses Carol and Rebecca were beside each other. Each pulled her dress up when she sat, and I think I was among the first to realize where –and what–we sophomores would be eating.

The six of us where directed under the table, though not until we were told the people serving us, including the woman who offered us refreshments shortly after Zoey and I arrived, were trusted grad students. Before I could decide where to kneel, Rebecca said, “It’s Carol’s turn,” and I was between her legs. This time, I just enjoyed tasting her for the first time, and there was no mania under the table. Instead, each of us subs simply licked the pussy of one of our mistresses until a tap told us it was time to service the other.

As far as the juniors and seniors were concerned, they ate and conversed as if nothing was happening to them. Once in a while, I heard a panicky “STOP,” and I knew someone was flying a bit too close to the sun and her sub pulled back. I would look to see who it was but was afraid to break the contact with whichever pussy lips I was then engaged with. Between courses, though, several juniors and seniors, including Rebecca, came.

When it seemed that the dinner course was over, Alice hit the top of the table, and all movement ceased.

“Come from under the table ladies,” and we crawled out. All of us were in varying degrees of excitement and exhaustion. We were told our “more traditional dinner” was in the kitchen, and we went there to eat the sandwiches that were set out for us.

When we were done, one of the grad students told us to get into the living room, in the order in which we went to kneel earlier. When we got there, the six juniors sat on the sofa and in the armchairs and the seniors sat in the corresponding stiff-backed chairs. The juniors and the seniors had, in short, swapped places. This time each of us stood behind the wooden chairs, so I was behind Rebecca.

When we were all in position, the junior mistresses rose and removed their dresses and sat back down. Each was naked. The seniors stood, and Alice said to us.

“This one night is special with your admission to our sorority. So, you understand the mutuality we have here, for this night, we service you and when you are in your mistresses’ rooms, they will service you. Now you will join your mistresses in our rooms.”

With that, she turned back to her junior sub and the six seniors stepped to their subs, Rebecca to Carol. Each took their sub’s hand and led her out. When all six pairs were going to the second floor, we each followed. The bedroom doors were open, and when I saw mistresses Rebecca and Carol on what I knew was Rebecca’s bed, I entered.

“Close the door, Mel,” Carol said. The two were standing beside the bed. Carol said to me, “As she is my sub for tonight, I decide what I am to do with her body. She will please me by allowing me to fuck her. I will never be permitted to fuck her again. I may be inside her again. Perhaps often. But it will always be her fucking me.”