Sorority Sisters

In college I joined a sorority. For a long time I wasn’t sure why I did it. Other than it was expected of me. You know, graduate from high school, have a hell of a summer being a debutant, go to college and join a sorority, get married have 2.1 kids etc. And of course you couldn’t join just ANY sorority it had to be the one that dear old mom had been a member of. Just as my brother had to join dad’s fraternity.

The only good thing about it was I met Amy and roomed with her for 3 straight years. My nickname the Jaded Princess came from the fact that some where in the middle of my 3rd year I realized that I didn’t want to do everything my parents had mapped out for me. I don’t think our sorority could have been any more uptight and WASPish if they tried. Sunday tea’s, balls, fund raising for the homeless etc, you get the picture, preparing us to be good little social wives in the future.

I graduated and married. Soon learning that the old joke about SAE fraternity (you can’t spell asshole without SAE) was correct and getting divorced. My parents weren’t real thrilled but at this time I had gone out on my own completely and didn’t need them anymore they didn’t have much say in the matter.

Pushing the envelope a bit and actually getting out there in the world I discovered the whole world of Teasing and Denial. When I turned 30 I acquired the perfect slave. He’s handsome and smart and makes his own money. And to the outside world we look like the perfect couple. Behind our closed doors he’s a slave. He’s allowed no body hair and has to wear a chastity belt. I allow him out when I feel like it and tease him as much as possible and of course he has to service me whenever and wherever I say.

But I digress, this is about the sorority. Somewhere around 31 Amy called me. Her husband had been cheating on her for years, but had finally decided to leave her for his mistress. She was devastated. Personally I thought she was better off without him but she didn’t see it that way. So of course I suggested a chastity belt. She thought I was crazy so I invited her over and showed her ours. I brought her in the living room and had my slave serving wine. Now when he does this at home he is naked except for his chastity device. She was shocked at first and then intrigued. The big question came to be how would she get the chastity device on her husband? Finally it was slave that suggested she invite him over for ‘one last time’ - apparently men can’t resist sex even with the X to be. She would then slip something in his drink and once he was out measure him and put the CB2000 on him. I would even lend her slave to help with putting it on. Once this was accomplished, his measurements and a large check would be sent to a chastity belt maker for a metal chastity belt.

Of course it worked like a charm. He came over in a great hurry. Once he was out, slave helped her get the device on, and on my orders kept the keys. I warned her that when he woke up he was not going to be a happy camper and that it was best that we had the keys so that he didn’t talk her out of this idea. If she wanted him she was going to have to stick by her guns and fight for him. She agreed. He came to and went nuts. Pulling at his cock in the cage. Screaming at her, throwing things. Your typical reaction to an unwilling man finding his cock locked up. Slave was in the front room in case things got out of hand. Personally I think a small part of him liked locking up another man. And of course he got a ‘reward’ out of the whole thing.

But back to Amy’s husband. Once he calmed down, she laid down the law. There would be no divorce, he would call it off with the girlfriend and he would learn to service her and be her slave. This set him off again and she threw him out of the house. 48 hours later and he was back. A kindler, gentler man. Seems the hacksaw hadn’t worked on the hard plastic or he was too scared of having a saw near his cock and balls. She added another rule. Now all of his money would go to her and she would give him an allowance and the houses, cars, boats etc would be solely in her name. This sent him off on another tirade and she closed the door in his face and refused to take his calls. 48 hours later roses by the dozens started arriving at her house. She finally called him back when the jewelry started appearing 2 days later. He arrived and she brought him over to my house. It was explained to him that I had the keys to his device and he would only get out when I said so. He lunged at me and called me a castrating bitch. I told him I wasn’t into that but in his case I would make an exception! That cooled him down right away. He couldn’t tell if I was joking or not! It’s worked well for them.

Once the metal belt arrived we had him lie down on the bed and cuffed him spread eagle to each bedpost. It had been about two months since he had cum. So before we had gotten to far in replacing the device with a belt I taught her how to tease him with her hand. Getting him right up to the edge and then slowing down. She got the hang of it after about 4 tries. He of course was dying to cum. So I suggested that she let him cum and she collect in a glass and before he could cum again he had to drink it. He protested this rather loudly. I suggested that we tease him a bit more and he would agree to anything. This time I teased him. Stroking him very hard and definitely. Then soon as I felt him strain and grown in my hand I would remove my hand completely. Even if he did make it over the edge it would make it a very unsatisfactory cum.

Finally he agreed to eat his own cum and Amy took over, she got a bit carried away and teased him some more bringing him to edge a few more times before letting him cum. Her other hand was right there to collect in the glass. She waited till it cooled down a bit and then brought it to his lips. He tossed his head wildly back and forth threatening to spill it so I had slave hold his head while I pinched his nose. Down it went, he came back up spitting and gagging. I told Amy he would have to work on this some more. She made him cum 3 more times in the evening making him drink it each time. He got used to it after a while. After she had drained him completely we went about putting the metal chastity device on.

I suggested that she wait till he had finished signing all the paperwork to put everything in her name before she released him again. I also reminded her that he needed to be milked or released every month for his health. But that he could be milked without cumming or being released from his belt. So she could continue with that till she had him trained properly. She’s gone a step further than I have with slave and forces her husband to wear frilly knickers and a bra when he’s serving her at home. I also understand he’s gotten quite good with his tongue and a dildo. I think next I’ll suggest a strap-on for her to use on him.

I’ve devised the perfect teasing for them. I’m going to turn her husband and my slave over to the sorority this semester. I’m going to leave them tied up in the basement. Naked except for their chastity belts. The rules for the new pledges is, the first one to make one or both of them smile will get to skip hell week. The first one of the men to smile will be locked up for 6 months straight or till the end of the next semester. It should be quite fun.

Mistress Taboo

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