Around 8:30 Saturday evening, Molly told me to shower and get ready; she was taking me out. I asked where but she told me to shut up and do what she told me. While I showered, did my hair and makeup, she went to my bedroom and selected what she wanted me to wear; a push up bra, slit panties, seamed black thigh highs, micro mini, a tight fitting low cut shell top, and my red platform slut shoes. I dressed for the first time in two weeks. I showed plenty of cleavage and the tops of my hose were visible beneath the hem of the mini. She snapped the new collar and leash on me and told me to get my toy bag. We left in her car.
I asked inquisitively where we were going, she told me to be quiet. There was an unusual tension and I could tell something was up, especially when she drove south toward the city and not toward Stephanie’s or any other girl friends that I knew of. I kept quiet even though my heart was beating a mile a minute. She drove through the city and took residential streets to the campus of the university she attends and parked outside her sorority house, an apartment style building on the edge of campus.
I broke the silence and asked what are we doing here; all she told me was not fuck up and disappoint her otherwise it wouldn't go well for me. Leading me by the leash, me carrying my bag and stumbling behind her in the outrageous heels, she led me in the front door and into a large foyer. Little triggers started clicking in my brain; the leash so indicative of her power and my submission, the slut attire indicative of what I was.
This being a Saturday night of a holiday weekend there weren’t many girls around at the moment. Molly spoke to a couple of girls in a front room; they snickered. She led me upstairs and down a hallway. Doors were open to a few rooms, girls doing stuff. At the end of the hallway, she opened the last door on the left and led me in to a small suite consisting of two bedrooms, a common sitting area and a bathroom. There were two girls waiting in the sitting room. Both smiles when we entered. Molly shut the door behind us. Two more girls came out from one of the bedrooms.
I stood in silence forming a mental picture of what Molly might have in mind yet refusing to believe it. Three more girls came in from the hallway; now eight of them, including Molly, crammed into this small common sitting room glaring at me. Nobody introduced themselves. Molly asked one girl if any more were coming, that girl wasn’t sure. Molly said we’d get started.
Molly told them I was the woman she told them about, her 24/7 slave, her slut and a party fuck. Then she told me to introduce myself and tell them my age. I chilled, felt myself turning beet red but stammered out my name and age and confirmed I was her slave. Girls giggled. She also prompted me to admit several things, the age when she first used me, that she'd fucked me for 3 years and that during the summer I’d spent two extended periods of time naked, one for 3 weeks, and the past two weeks as well up until tonight.
She told them I’d dissed her, had received a spanking but tonight I would be publically spanked by her and anybody else who wanted to then used. She was totally stern when she said this. Then and only then did I fully realize what was in store and why we were here. Girls were giggling and murmuring among themselves.
Molly leaned against a desk with my leash in her hand and told me to strip. By now, two other girls had joined the group and I was trapped at the back of the room with all of them between me and the door and me. I pulled off the shell top and my bra. My nipples were already hard and looked like two reddish thick pencil erasers. There were some comments. Reluctantly, I removed the mini, knowing the slit panties and my bald cunt peeking through would elicit comments. It did. The girls debated whether I should keep them on or not since the cut out in the fabric perfectly framed my cunt. After some discussion and snippy comments, the panties came off. Molly said I could stop there.
Following her commands, I performed the ritual of walking towards the group, opening my legs to expose more of my cunt then turning around, bending over and pulling my ass cheeks apart. I’ve done this before but this time I was truly mortified and ashamed, especially when one girl said how fucked up I must be. These girls were different; they exuded an air of aloofness and curiosity as if they were more interested in the play than the actors. To them I was a diversion, something different to experience on a Saturday night.
When Molly allowed me to stand up again, she said I wouldn’t need my hands again and used metal handcuffs and secured my wrists behind my back. She added a leather strap around my upper arms drawing my elbows as close as possible. She moved a cushy chair toward the center of the room, positioned me behind it and strapped my ankles to the back legs of the chair. Then she pushed me forward and wrapped my leash around one front leg of the chair. My upper body was roughly parallel to the floor. Frightened, I turned and looked over at Molly or reassurance but all I got in return was a sadistic smirk and her fingers rubbing my sopping wet cunt.
Then without the slightest hint, they walked out! Every one of them! I didn’t know what to think. As the door closed, I called for Molly but she didn’t come back nor did anyone else. I thought WTF! The full effect of this hit me; she told me, and the others exactly what was going to happen and then left me to get frantic and have alone time to dwell on it. I was livid! To top it off, my cunt was pulsing from her rubbing it. I could have yelled but I knew she wouldn’t come back until she was ready. I thought … damn, now what do I do! There was no way I could get loose. Then I had the thought … what if she didn’t come back. Would she send somebody else to spank me or is there something else going on I don’t know about? I glanced around for a clock but couldn’t see one. I just waited. (Later, I found out it was about 45 minutes)
Then as suddenly as they left, Molly and the girls returned. She didn’t say a word about where they went nor why. One girl, though, has the sorority pledge paddle … a polished piece of light colored wood, shaped like a short handled miniature boat oar, with the Greek letters of the sorority carved into the surface. I remember thinking, omg, no! Molly said every girl in the room has taken 10 of these but for a pain freak like me, that’s nothing. Within seconds, she swatted my ass. I winched and felt my butt absorb the pain. She paused then hit me again; I yelled. She hit me several more times, some across both ass cheeks at the same time, some across one cheek or the other. I yelled more. Molly said they’d better gag me; otherwise, half the campus would be up here. One girl got the dirtiest pair of panties imaginable, shoved them in my mouth and secured them with a pair of panty hose tied around my head. The girl who did the gagging also pinched my nipples, at Molly’s suggestion, clamped and weighted my nipples. She said I was one fucked up bitch.
Molly punished my ass cheeks and thighs until I was crying. Every jerk of my body made the weights swing in crazy circles and intensified the pain in my nipples. I stopped trying to pretend I was anything and gave in. Some other girls volunteered to swat my ass and Molly let them. One athletic looking short haired blonde, Frieda, was wickedly mean; her swats were heavier than Molly's and every time she’d hit me she’d ask … how does that feel, bitch.
I was in constant pain, shedding tears and soaking the gross panties with my screams and slobber. I’m not sure how many girls swatted me. There were pauses between smacks but I had no way of knowing when the next one would come or who had the paddle or hard they'd hit me. The harder ones made my whole body shake and the weights on my nipples, now numb, swing and jiggle. All of the swats were unmerciful. The thoughts that went through my mind were that Molly was getting all she wanted out of me for dissing her.
Finally the spanking stopped. Some girl yanked the clamps and weights off and I screamed as the blood rushed back into my nipples. They removed the gag, too. Molly came around to my head, pulled it up by my hair, spit in my face and told me my ass looked like raw meat. There was no mercy in her voice. She told me she and whoever else wanted to, were going to fuck me like the stupid cunt I was. I cried that I was sorry. Girls laughed at my begging.
Molly put on the strappy, lubed it and slowly slid it in my hole. Girls closed in around me chattering and making snide remarks. After several minutes of hard fucking, she withdrew and came back to my face, pulled me up by my hair and fucked my mouth with the reeking dildo. One girl went … oh yuck; how gross. I sucked and listened to girls calling me cunt face and making lewd remarks about my still gapping well-fucked asshole. When Molly tired of fucking my mouth, she offered it to any girl who wanted it. The shorthaired blonde, Frieda, grabbed it. She took most of her clothes off, cinched it around her thick hips and began pounding my ass. Another girl took her place and did the same. Oddly, most girls seemed mesmerized by watching my humiliation rather than participating. Somehow, that made me feel worse, more freakish and objectified than if they actually fucked me.
When the second girl finished fucking my ass, Molly took the short flogger out of my toy bag and slowly and diabolically whipped my cunt. The girl who kept saying I was one fucked up bitch, Karla, asked if she could whip my cunt. Molly didn’t hesitate. Karla took the flogger and swooshed it over me with a vengeance, each stroke punctuated with cursing. She said I was sin itself and kept flogging as if my cunt was some toy. I was a mass of tears, muffled screams and pain. Molly eventually stopped everything. A few ran hands over my aching butt.
Molly asked who wanted to fuck my cunt; Karla was the first to volunteer. She took the strappy and eased it in me and began fucking. Her movements were very fluid and skilled. She also spanked my battered ass with her hand as she fucked me and kept calling me a bitch and a cunt. She was into it and to me didn’t care what her peers thought; she seemed to be having fun. It didn’t take long for her to bring me to the brink and I begged Molly for permission to cumm. Molly deferred to a girl, Tiffany, who I found out later was a senior girl Molly wanted to impress. Tiffany told Karla to make the pig squeal. Karla in turn poked a finger in my ass while she fucked me off. I came four times before I begged her to stop. Some girl said she couldn’t believe I was cumming in front of them.
A couple of girls left. Molly untied my ankles from the chair. When I straightened up, I was dizzy and it took a minute to get my head settled. She led me to the bathroom and into a shower stall. I had to squat and pee while about six or seven of them watched and made more snide remarks. Molly led me to a mirror and turned my butt so I could see. I groaned and almost came again at what I saw. My butt was a mess. I can’t recall when I’ve ever been so badly beaten.
We all went into one of the bedrooms and they pushed me onto one of the single beds. There was some hushed conversation. Some other girls left. That left me with Tiffany, Karla, Frieda and Molly. Then Frieda, Karla and Molly went into the other room. That left just Tiffany and me. She shut the door and undressed. I was lying on the bed still cuffed but I watched her every move. Her body was drop dead gorgeous, toned, and fit and when her panties came off and I saw her bald cunt, I did a double take. The funny thing is, she was one of the most vocal about me in front of the others. Now here she was in private and I knew where this was going. She laid over me, kissed me, and rubbed my cunt. Then she shifted and straddled my face and told me to eat her. I told her she had a beautiful pussy and I meant it. I licked her for a long time and sucked her rose. She was in no hurry and seemed to relax and enjoy things. She built up and came easily. She told me I was amazing then dressed and slipped out of the room. I lay there thinking that at least I hadn’t lost my touch.
A minute or so later Frieda and Karla came in. the first thing they asked me was if I made that bitch, Tiffany, cumm. I told them I shouldn’t talk about it. Karla slapped me and said she asked me a question. I thought what the hell and told her I did. Both of them laughed and referred to Tiffany as the ice princess. All that aside, both of them undressed. Frieda is a little bit thick but athletic, average tits and a cute ass and legs. Her pussy was natural.
Karla is a brunette, well-proportioned and quite attractive. Neither of these two had any qualms about being naked around each other and simply wanted more sex. I took turns eating them. They wanted the cuffs off and Frieda went to get the key from Molly but she wasn’t in the suite. They speculated she probably went with Tiffany somewhere. That was a downer and I intuitively knew releasing my cuffs was the farthest thing from her mind. Frieda sent her text but didn’t get an answer. Karla got the rabbit and began working my cunt. While she did, the girl whose bed we were on came in and said its 1:00 in the morning and she’d really like to go to bed.
They decided we’d go to Karla’s room since her roomy wasn’t around for the holiday. Frieda said she was bowing out and left. That made it just Karla and me. She looked for my clothes but couldn’t find them. She shrugged and said at 1:00 in the morning we’d take our chances. So she led me, cuffed, collared and leashed with only thigh highs and slut shoes, out of the suite, down the hall, down the stairs and to her room on the first floor. I was like; I can’t believe this; no Molly, no key, no clothes and led around this sorority house in the wee hours of the morning. But I trusted Karla for some reason. We made it to her room without incident. She kept texting Molly while I sucked her pussy. Molly finally responded but said she was busy, she had the key and would get me in the morning. I went WTF. Karla took my collar and leash off, the hose and shoes and washed face. She even tried to brush my teeth, which was comical. We ended up crashing with her arms around me. I would have given anything to be able to hug her, though.
The next morning, she went out and brought me coffee and a muffin. In return, I sucked her pussy and made love to her ass. Then she fucked me and also fisted me. We showered and talked for a long time. She’s 20 and has been doing girls and guys since she was 14.
Around 11:00 Sunday morning, Molly called then came to Karla’s room. She laughed about the cuffs and said she didn’t have a moments regret about me not being freed. She figured I’d bed down with somebody. She unlocked me and gave me my clothes. I thanked Karla for being so kind to me.
On the way home, I again apologized to Molly. She said she wasn’t through punishing me yet and what I experienced last night could have been much worse. She asked how I liked Karla, and I thought she was a sweetie. She found that amusing and said she wasn’t as sweet as I thought. I asked where she went during the night and she didn’t answer but smiled. I asked if she was with Tiffany. She gave me a smirky grin.
Anyway, I think you get the gist of what happened.
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