Sororities: Sigma Epsilon Xi: Tuesday Morning

"Sam...Sam! Samantha! Wake up!" Kristen's voice was strong and full of vigor as Sam blinked, opening her eyes to see the pretty blond junior dressed in a long tee shirt and silk pajama bottoms.

Sam looked around the room, confused. "Kristen?"

Kristen frowned. "That's Sister Kristen to you pledge. Another five demerits. And I can tell you're wondering where you are. Well you are in my room here at the house."

Samantha shook her head, trying to clear it. "Why am I here, Sister Kristen?" Sam mumbled, remembering to add the title.

Kristen smiled and began stroking Sam's hair. "You're here because you were too tired and sore to go home last night. Don't you remember, Sam? I took you to the showers, got you cleaned up, then put you to bed?"

Sam nodded, her memory slowly crystallizing the images from the previous night. There were the various positions, the whipping, and then the incredible experience on the punishment phallus.

"Anyway, I know your first class is at nine thirty this morning, so I let you sleep in a little. It's about nine o'clock. I laid out some of my clothing on the chair that I think is appropriate. Put it on and we can go to Bruce's Cafeteria together."

Samantha nodded and pulled back the covers, noticing that she was still totally naked. Evidentially only juniors and seniors were allowed night clothes. Sam swung her feet down as Kristen went into the connecting bathroom, and Sam stood up and went to the chair where Kristen had laid out clothes.

Sam lifted up the little white top with school girl buttons and the knee length red plaid skirt and stared at them for a minute. There was no sign of her clothes from last night, nor a stitch of undergarments, though Sam admitted to herself that the top was to be worn without a bra.

"Um...Sister Kristen?" Sam called. Kristen poked her head through the door, still applying eye shadow.

"Yes?"

"Um...what about panties?" Sam asked.

Kristen shook her head. "Novices don't get to wear them." Kristen went back into the bathroom.

Sam's eyes widened. "Ever?"

Kristen looked back over at Sam, "Except during your time of the month."

Sam just stood there for several long moments. Finally she decided she really didn't have much choice in the matter and slipped the white top over her head. It was a tad tight and Sam frowned once in suspicion since Kristen had larger breasts than her. She felt as if the cotton was squeezing her breasts together and the cleavage the shirt displayed was almost unwholesome. The skirt wasn't much better, except for the fact that it did go down to her knees.

Sam moved to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror as Kristen turned and held out a brush. Sam took it, brushing out her long brunette hair, suddenly seeing herself in a new light. She was sexy. Incredibly sexy. Desirable in ways she hadn't imagined. She smiled to herself, imaging the head turns she would be getting from all the boys, not to mention certain girls.

"Don't worry about makeup, Sam. You're still fresh without it. I'm pretty sure I don't want you looking like a tart. I know the outfit's embarrassing, but today all the pledges will be wearing the exact same thing. You'll see." Kristen said.

Sam nodded. "I can deal with it."

"Good. I knew you could." Kristen gave Sam a quick hug. "Let's go eat."

Together the two girls left the sorority house and walked down Avenue C until they got to the cafeteria. Kristen's conversation was lively and Sam began to feel comfortable with the junior girl in ways she hadn't expected. Kristen began to open up, telling Sam about her life before college, and more important, the levels of confidence she had gained over the last year.

"You have to understand Sam, that being willingly submissive gives one perspectives that normal people just don't have. After a year, I understood that my confidence was supreme, just knowing I was submissive. That confidence builds up like it has with Mistress Tami, and you become something indomitable."

Samantha nodded. "I can see that Sister Kristen. Everyone at the sorority seems to have this...presence." Sam picked up a tray and began moving through the serving line. "It's almost intimidating with everyone looking at me, everyone staring, and every Mistress and Sister totally in control."

Kristen laughed. "Well, not totally. I manage a bit better than some of the other juniors. Last year Mistress Tami was Sister Tami to me, and frankly she wasn't very demanding. My first mistress was Mistress Calli, and she did things to me and Mistress Tami that you wouldn't believe."

Sam turned, looking inquisitive. "Like what?"

Kristen shrugged. "Calli had a bit of a sadistic streak. She liked more extreme types of punishments. We've still got a basement full of her torture devices. I suspect that her mistress was into S&M."

Samantha's looked at Kristen inquisitively, "What's S&M?"

Kristen shrugged. "It stands for sadism and masochism. You know what those are right?"

Sam nodded. "Isn't sadism where you take pleasure from hurting someone, and masochism is when you like being hurt?"

"Right on the head, pledge. To an extent, we're all into a little bit of S&M, your experience on the punishment phallus last night being a primary example."

Samantha blushed scarlet. "Does that mean I'm some sort of weird sexual masochist?" she said, sounding concerned.

Kristen laughed. "No. It means you're normal. A little pain can really intensify some sexual experiences. I have to admit, that when Calli was punishing me and Tami, I experienced some orgasms that would have made the one you had last night look puny."

"Really?" Sam asked, intrigued.

Kristen nodded. "Yeah. Calli was a great believer in long sessions. In some ways it's a lot like foreplay. The better the foreplay, the more intense the sex."

Sam leaned back in her chair thinking. "Sister Kristen, I would really like to see the machines Calli used on you and Mistress Tami."

Kristen shrugged. "Sure. Meet me back at the Sorority House at three and I'll take you down to the museum."

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