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            Sorrority Supremacy  --  Chapter 1

                 It may be true, like Time magazine said, that the
            sexual revolution is over, but if it is, it's because
            the women have won, and isn't indicative of a return to
            conservative prudery.

                 A few years ago, I never would have believed that
            I would have a boyfriend who would please me in every
            way, and do everything that I asked.  I could never have
            even conceived of being head of a sorority of women
            dedicated to being worshipped like goddesses, and being
            served by males happy to act as slaves of their own
            free will.

                 It all started when I met Owen shortly after
            entering a large southern university, which I won't
            name.  One weekend, I was helping him clean up his
            apartment, and I found a bunch of magazines under the
            bed.  They had pictures of women in leather corsettes
            and high heeled boots, with men grovelling at their
            feet, or being ridden like horses, or tied up.  I was
            shocked, and asked him what they were.  His face got
            all red, and he stammered out that he fantasized about
            being dominated sexually.  He quickly went on to
            explain that he wasn't sick or anything, that he just
            felt a need to relinquish all control, and had a
            strong desire to worship a woman and please her any
            way he could.  I was confused, and I took all his
            magazines away from him and left.  I told him that
            I didn't know if I ever wanted to see him again, that
            I would have to think things over, and not to call
            me.

                 After a few days, I worked up the courage to
            discuss the incident with my room mate, Chantal.  She was
            kind of excited about it, and told me to think of all
            the advantages of being served, and waited on and
            pampered.  She quickly had me convinced that if he
            really wanted to serve us, and not just to be ordered
            to do things to please himself, that we should take
            advantage of the situation.  So we wrote up a slave
            contract, and I invited Owen over for dinner, not
            saying anything about it.

                 All evening, since he came in the door, Owen was
            nervous, and I knew he wanted to talk to me, but was
            too embarrassed to say anything in front of Chantal.
            After dinner, when the three of us were sitting at the
            table, I said to Owen, "Do you remember the last time
            you saw me?".  He looked down at the table and said
            "Yes.".  "Did you mean those things you said?"  He
            nodded his head, but was about to say something else
            until I told him to be quiet and handed him the slave
            contract.  "Stand up and read this out loud."  He took
            one look at it and opened his mouth to protest.  Chantal
            said, "Go ahead, do it!".  Owen looked at me, and I
            just crossed my arms and stared him in the eye.  He
            got up and read.

                 "The undersigned party, hereafter referred to as
            'the slave', surrenders to the second party, hereafter
            referred to as 'the Mistress', total control and
            ownership of his body, and to the utmost of his
            ability, the submission of his mind.  The term of this
            agreement is to be indefinite, subject to cancellation
            by the Mistress at any time, without notice, for any
            reason.

                 Some of the initial conditions to be imposed upon
            the slave, subject to change and additions at the whim
            of the Mistress, are as follows.

                 The slave is not to address the Mistress as
            anything other than 'Mistress', at any time.

                 At all times in private, or at any other time
            at the request of the Mistress, the following rules
            apply.

                 The slave is not to speak unless given
            permission.  If absolutely necessary, the slave may
            request permission to speak by kissing the feet or
            ass of the Mistress.

                 The slave is to wear no clothing without special
            permission, except for feminine undergarments.

                 Whenever the slave is not engaged in an assigned
            chore, he is to wait patiently next to the Mistress.

                 As the slave's body is property of his Mistress,
            he is not to touch himself for his own pleasure.
            Orgasm is forbidden except on command.

                 The slave will inform the Mistress immediately
            whenever her slave's penis becomes erect, or goes limp.

                 The slave is to address Chantal as 'superior one'
            and to obey all orders from her so long as they do not
            conflict with the express commands of the Mistress.

                 The slave will accept with gratitude any
            punishment meted out by the Mistress for disobedience,
            or for no reason at all."

                 When he got to the end, I informed Owen how to
            seal the contract.  "If you don't feel capable of
            fulfilling the contract, you may leave and never see
            me again; if you wish to accept, strip naked and sign
            it with your sperm by masturbating onto the bottom
            of the paper."

                 It took him only a second to decide, and he
            stripped and jerked himself off, right there at the
            dinner table in front of Chantal and me.  When he came
            in uncontrolled spurts, spraying all over the paper,
            I held out my hand and he gave me the signed contract
            for filing.

                 Chantal commented on how fast his cock got small
            and shrivelled afterwards, and ordered him to look
            at her.  Owen couldn't meet her eyes, and he turned
            red all over from embarassement at being naked in front
            of both of us, and from the humiliation of his
            submission, but he got hard again almost immediately.
            I had to remind him of his duty to inform me of his
            erection, which he did, and then I told him to clear
            the table and sent him off to do the dishes while
            Chantal and I relaxed and watched television.

                 When Owen was finished with the dishes, he came
            over and stood next to me silently and obediently.
            The bliss I felt right then, at haveing him waiting
            at my beck and call, assured me that I had made the
            right choice in my decision to give him the domination
            that he craved.

                 I realized, of course, that to keep him as a slave
            to me, I would have to keep him happy.  That first
            evening, I gave him permission to talk, and we
            discussed his fantasies and needs.  He was made to
            realize, though, that my pleasure would come first,
            and that under the contract he had signed, he had no
            right to recieve pleasure except when it pleased me
            to grant it as a special treat.

                 That night, we made Owen give us each a long
            massage, and I let Chantal take him to her bedroom to
            please her orally, before having him lick me to several
            orgasms and allowing him to lie at the foot of my
            bed above the covers.  Of course he had a throbbing
            erection, and I doubt if he slept at all.  When I woke
            up in the morning, he was awake and looking at me,
            and his cock was bigger than I had ever seen it
            before.  I had him kiss and lick me all over, and
            finish up by performing cunnilingus until I had an
            explosive climax, then told him to go fix breakfast.

                 At breakfast, Owen served us and stood by while
            we ate.  Chantal remarked how nice it was to be waited
            on by a naked male, and complimented me on my slave.

                 When I told Owen he could get dressed and go home
            until I requested his presence again, he requested
            permission to speak by prostrating himself before me
            and kissing my feet, which I granted him.  "Please
            Mistress, may I make love to you?"  I told him to roll
            over on his back, and saw that he still had a raging
            hard on.  "You mean you would like some release for your
            poor aching cock, is that it?"  "Yes Mistress.  Please."
            Chantal laughed and said, "You know you really should
            punish him for thinking that his blue balls are excuse
            enough for begging permission to speak.".  I agreed with
            her, and instead of an orgasm, Owen got a spanking
            before we sent him home.  I had him bend over a chair,
            and Chantal and I took turns swatting his bum with a
            hairbrush until it turned bright red, and he was sobb-
            ing.  Then he had to go home without his briefs, wearing
            under his jeans instead, lace panties that were too
            small to cover his cock, which was still embarassingly
            erect.

            That was the beginning.

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