I won’t go into the details of the level of violation that I explained to her was totally acceptable. The pledges, though, will be lined up in strap-ons, while you are in stocks on all fours so you cannot turn and see what is going on.
Good morning my corporate slut,
I love this time of year. The universities are full of fresh new faces, and as I went on campus a few days ago to post an ad for an intern, I couldn’t help but stop by and visit a few of the sorority houses.
You know, they are always looking for ways to earn a little extra money.
I have a way of finding sororities that not only need money, but are also outrageous, and full of the hottest young co-eds on campus. This time it’s no different, and I think the ladies are becoming more and more open-minded with age.
Hell, this time, “Vivian” was giving me ideas of her own. I just kind of gave her the idea that I’d be happy to contribute a thousand dollars to her sorority house in exchange for a little time with the girls there, and as soon as I let on what it was about, she suggested we have coffee.
I first explain it as a little psychological experiment, but as soon as I feel I have a kinky, open-minded young woman on my hands, I explain that really I just have a nasty corporate whore who needs to be dressed up and humiliated between fifteen, maybe twenty co-eds who will laugh hysterically at him and what happens to him.
You have no idea how sadistic cute, young co-eds are.
If they have been jilted recently by a college boyfriend, even better. I add a little more cash to it, make it fifteen hundred dollars, and she’s ready to brainstorm party theme ideas and wanting to pass out flyers on campus, “Humiliate the pig: $5 per try!” – yes, she wants to earn MORE money by allowing the sorority girls to each have a “shot” at you.
Of course, I had to show her pictures of you. Not just the pictures of you posing in panties and spreading your ass cheeks for the camera (she asked for a digital copy of that one, don’t ask me why), but the pictures of you as a proud, handsome corporate stud, too. She paused and held that one between her fingertips, looking at you almost – sadly. There was that moment of guilt, but it went by quite quickly. Out came her notepad again, and she wanted to talk about dates.
Fifteen hundred dollars and I just have to deliver you, hogtied as we agreed, a hood over your head. She wants you in pink panties and bra to start. I asked if I should pack up a bag of your “sissy” clothes and she laughed and scoffed.
“No,” she said, “I’ll make the pledges bring outfits. Trust me, they will come up with some doozies.”
Will it be photographed, I asked her.
Absolutely! They will want to make a website in honor of it! This kind of thing is very popular in the “sorority underground,” Vivian says.
Will they hurt my corporate slave?
“Only if you want us to!” she laughed.
Yes, I said. By all means, rip out his ego, have your way with him, make him beg like a baby, and laugh at him. I told her to hold back nothing. I told her that you would love it all and beg for more.
I won’t go into the details of the level of violation that I explained to her was totally acceptable. The pledges, though, will be lined up in strap-ons, while you are in stocks on all fours so you cannot turn and see what is going on. They will be forced to take you one at a time, each doing a “show” and their best imitation of a drunken college fuck – from a role reversal POV.
They are going to be encouraged to think out of the box, and Vivian tells me it won’t be long before they are fucking your mouth first with the strap on, calling you names, slapping your face with the rubber dildo, insulting you, maybe spitting on you. I told her you would take it all in stride.
She had ideas about a bit of a sorority “gang bang” where the girls were lining up to take turns using you, each adding to an odd, surreal kind of college roleplay where you would pay for the sins of all men.
I have no idea if she was just exaggerating or excited when she talked about plugging your ass and then putting you in “really humiliating girlie clothes” before walking you across campus in broad daylight on a leash. Oh, I bet that gets a “rise” out of you, doesn’t it?
Needless to say, with a room full of college girls, that’s a lot of angst to go around. But in their tight tops with their titties popping out, their super hard bodies, and sweet feminine looks, I am sure you will find a way to suffer through the endless humiliation and laughter that Vivian described to me in great detail.
Then, I became curious. She did ask me whether or not it would be ok for them to use you sexually – in other ways. I had to prod her to get her to explain what she meant. I think she may have a thing for you. Perhaps she is a bit of a femdom herself, deep down. I think she wants to sit on your face and make you worship her with your tongue.
I have a feeling that may be in private. I told her she could have you a full 24 hours. So, I must say, I will be interested to see what happens to you. After hours. She asked for more time than even that – I’ll have to take it into consideration. Can you imagine spending the entire week at the sorority house, cooking and cleaning in a maid outfit, then being used at night for various “activities”?
Affectionately,
Mistress Akasha
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