Path: news.primenet.com!nntp.news.primenet.com!news.texas.net!imci2!newsfeed.internetmci.com!news.bctel.net!news.cyberstore.ca!math.ohio-state.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!nntp.coast.net!news00.sunet.se!sunic!news99.sunet.se!news.funet.fi!mordred.cc.jyu.fi!forwiss.uni-passau.de!suelmann From: suelmann@forwiss.uni-passau.de (Michael Suelmann) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: *REPOST/deirdre: Initiation Date: 8 Dec 1995 00:50:42 GMT Organization: University of Passau, Germany Lines: 93 Message-ID: <4a8252$36b@mordred.cc.jyu.fi> NNTP-Posting-Host: meriadoc.forwiss.uni-passau.de Xref: news.primenet.com alt.sex.stories:114939 Status: N From: an65862@anon.penet.fi This is the one story I've written so far from a dominant point of view. I find written accouts of the submissive point of view have more interesting possibilities: less of a "Mission Impossible" feel of everything going exactly as planned. Having said that, this story just refused to be told by any of the "victims". As you will see at the end, I couldn't help giving the narrator at least a little food for thought. -- deirdre Initiation by deirdre It was my senior year and I was called upon to play a leadership role in my sorority. Specifically, I was asked to plan an initiation activity that would give the new members pause. Something other than the formal initiation that would catch them off guard. I must have a dark side, because after a little thought I began to relish the role. I planned our little joke for the first night our new members would spend in the house. I got my boyfriend's cooperation and laid out my plans with the officers and got their enthusiastic support. We filled in all the returning members ahead of time. The day the new sisters arrived, they were greeted by the officers as usual and shown to their rooms. I had gotten the officers and a few of the taller and stronger sisters to dress a bit severely, act like they owned the place, and order the rest of us around just a little. That was all for the first day, but that night I sprung our trap. In the middle of the night after everyone had settled down, the same group of "leaders" went around like drill-sargents, waking everybody up. They carried around pots and cooking spoons to create a racket. We all herded down to the basement, following their commands, more or less dragging our new sisters with us. The leaders had us stand at attention in formation. There we were, all in our nightgows. We whispered to any of the new sisters that expressed curiosity not to worry, that this was all normal. Then one of the leaders came in, and chose three of us. She did a good job of making it seem random and making it seem like she was seriously considering choosing one of the new sisters. But really, who would be chosen had been decided beforehand. She led us into a side room in the basement, leaving the door open. There, out of view of the rest of the sisters were our boyfriends. We each got our hands cuffed behind us, and knelt in front of our boyfriends and pretended to be sucking their cocks! Then all the other sisters went back upstairs, passing the doorway so they could clearly see us "servicing" the men! Imagine what the new sisters were thinking! As soon as they were all gone, we broke up in hysterics! But that wasn't enough. Later that night, after we gave everyone a chance to go back to sleep (or lay awake worrying) the leaders got us up again, and again we headed down to stand at attention in the basement in our nightgowns. This was to be the piece-de- resistance. The leaders ordered us up against the wall, with our hands against the wall as if we were being arrested. In the mean time, they pulled out these huge bull whips I managed to get my hands on, and were slinging them around, testing them. We arranged it in advance that the newer sisters would be separated from each other--each one between two of the senior sisters, who would be following the orders to the letter. The new sister to be next to me, whose name was Karen, had her hands covering her mouth in shock and couldn't make herself move to the wall. I told her this was all normal and not to worry. She seemed to come out of it and asked me if it hurt very much. "What do you think?" I told her in a scared voice. I loved this! Finally, she meekly followed orders, putting her hands against the wall. Then she floored me: she asked me if I ever got turned on by it. I began to wonder about her, but I didn't have too long to wonder. The "leaders" came up behind us, made sure we were all looking at the wall, and started snapping the whips making it seem like some of us were being whipped. On cue after the first snap, all of us senior sisters screamed as loud as we could! The place broke up in pandemonium. Soon all us senior sisters were laughing hysterically as the new sisters stood there in panic, not knowing what to do! We actually had a hard time convincing some of them that it was all a joke! Well, I got a lot of compliments on my little plan, and heard references to that night my whole senior year. The only other interesting thing to come out of it was my memory of what Karen had said. I went away thinking she might LIKE to be whipped. I must admit that on occasion I found myself wondering what it would be like to whip her, sometimes when I saw her walking by. She was an attractive little thing. And she seemed to have a sly smile for me all the time, as if she knew what I was thinking, or she had thoughts in that direction herself. She gave me the chance several times that year to visit her alone in her room, and when I did, I had this feeling that she was ready to submit if I only asked her to. Sometimes I wish I had given it a shot.