My Sorority Girlfriend Bundle: (Submission and Dominance, Exhibitionism and Voyeurism, Painful Spankings, First Time Lesbian Domination)

by Lexie Syrah

  All of the other officers of the sorority were already seated at the table. I was only a sophomore, but I’d made a name for myself in the sorority by working my ass off at every event and always having the hottest and classiest guy on my arm at any events that mattered.

  Laurie, the Chapter President, began, “Now that Tiffany’s here, let’s talk about the party that’s coming up. I know we’ve all talked about doing a Heaven and Hell theme, but we need to take an official vote. So who is in favor of this theme?”

  Hands went up, and nearly everyone voted for it to be the theme. It sounded like a really good idea, and most of the officers had already agreed to it outside of official meetings.

  “Okay, then Tiffany will be in charge of choosing members and pledges to work on getting it ready. Susan will be in charge of coming up with ideas for décor, and Amber will deal with all of the logistics for security and alcohol. Any questions?”

  There was silence, and Laurie said, “Then the meeting is adjourned.”

  Laurie stood up and went back to her room to work on a big essay that was due on Monday. Susan and Amber didn’t let me get out of telling them all about my date though.

  “So how’d the big third date with Tim go?” Amber said. She was a cute little brunette from Missouri that couldn’t keep from being bubbly.

  “Yeah, I guess he finally took you back to his place. Was he any good?” Susan already knew that I’d come home in the same dress I’d gone out in the night before. She was one of my best friends but had a tendency to be a house gossip.

  “Oh, he was wonderful! I’m actually going back to his house in just a few minutes. I’m spending the weekend with him!”

  The questions and banter had continued for several minutes before I had to finally say that I was going to be late for some mystery afternoon adventure. This declaration, of course, made the two girls squeal with excitement. They were the first to get excited about a guy, but also the first to tell you to dump one because they weren’t good enough.

  When I’d finally managed to get to my car, I called Tim up to make sure he was home. He said that he was home and that we were going to go to a movie. It was almost strange to think about going on a normal date with him. We’d had a fancy dinner that required a suit and formal dress, and every other moment had been incredibly sex-filled. Now we were going to a movie? It was a little strange, but I could use a little bit of normal.

  When I got to his place, he was still wearing his suit even though he’d been home all day. He opened the door, and before I even walked inside, he said, “Take off your panties and give them to me.”

  “Can’t I come in first?” I was confused about why he would want my panties. And why would he want me to take them off outside?

  “No.” I gave a little huff of frustration and slid them down my legs and handed them to Tim, who quickly smelled them.

  “You cleaned up. I told you not to clean up, but you still did. Did you think I wouldn’t know?”

  Fuck! Why didn’t think of him doing that? “Yes, I cleaned myself up so that I didn’t smell like wet pussy. I squirted when I masturbated, and I was covered in pussy juice. I couldn’t go to a meeting like that.”

  “Then you have a choice. Either you can accept your painful punishment or you can go home. You didn’t fail a task this time; you refused one.”

  Was he seriously going to beat me? He said that he’d beaten another girl until she couldn’t walk. Did I like him this much?

  “I can say ‘Red’ and you’ll stop immediately, right?”

  “Yes, you can say the safe word and I’ll stop.”

  “Then give me my beating.” I walked through the entryway and shut the door. I wasn’t looking forward to this, but I trusted that he didn’t want me to leave after only one night.

  He ushered me into the bedroom and pulled out the ropes and cuffs again. He had me lay spread eagle on my back again. Was he going to beat the front of my body?

  He pulled a midnight black riding crop from the chest of torture devices and laid it next to me on the bed. I had no idea how bad it would hurt to be hit with a crop, but I had an idea that if it made a horse run, I probably wouldn’t enjoy it very much.

  He got undressed and folded his clothes up before putting them on a black leather chair near the bed. He picked the crop up and gently ran the leather end over my legs, stomach, and breasts. The supple leather was soft and well worn in, but its very touch terrified me. With a practiced hand, he lightly struck my outer thigh with it, leaving a stinging sensation and a tinge of red behind. I let out an over-the-top cry of pain. It didn’t hurt as bad as I thought it would, and I overreacted. His ice-cold blue eyes stared at me in response to my exaggeration.

  The next slap with the crop was much worse. It landed on my inner thigh, and it was with much greater force. The smack of the leather on my skin was drowned out as I gave a true cry of pain. I desperately tried to move out of the way of any other blows, but the restraints held me still and defenseless. The next was on my other thigh, and it was just as painful. Tears were falling from my eyes as I begged him to stop. I knew that I could get out of the punishment with a single word, but I knew that he wasn't truly injuring me, and I had enjoyed everything until now.

  Four more blows rained down on my defenseless stomach and thighs, but he was careful to keep them on all of the parts that were covered by my clothing. I thought that it couldn’t get any worse, but then he used the crop on my nipples in two blows in rapid succession, and my breasts felt like they were on fire. The agony filled my entire body and took my breath away. Then he put the leather up to my exposed clit and looked me straight in the eyes.

  “The next time that you disobey a direct command, I will skip all of the other spots and focus purely on your clit. Do you understand?”

  I nodded my head frantically as I couldn’t seem to take a real breath as long as the crop was touching my clit. I couldn’t imagine the pain that would fill me if he hit me even once on the clit. The thought of it made me sick to my stomach.

  “Good, then I’ll untie you and we can go to the movies. We need to hurry, or we’re going to miss the previews.”

  He drove his Corvette like a bat out of hell, weaving in and out of traffic as though he didn’t have a second to spare. All the while, he was completely calm and collected as I hung on for dear life. It was almost nice to have to pay attention to the cars that we passed at 30 or 40 miles over the speed limit because it let me think about anything other than the fact my nipples still burned from my punishment.

  When we finally pulled up to the theater, there wasn’t even a line. It was a tiny little theater that only had three screens. Tim held my hand as we walked through the parking lot and bought the two tickets for some romantic comedy that was almost on DVD at this point. I hadn’t seen it yet though, so it was as good of a choice as any other. He got a bucket of popcorn for us to share and two drinks. I wasn’t really paying much attention to what was happening because this afternoon was still running through my mind.

  We got seated just as the trailers started. There was only a handful of people in the theater, and we were sitting all the way in the back. Tim’s hand quickly found its way under my skirt, and he firmly began tugging at my thong. So this was what he had in mind. A dark and public place for him to turn me on even more. I lifted my butt off the seat so that he could pull my thong off. He placed it on my lap and began to run his hands along my pussy lips, so I just laid back and enjoyed his gentle caresses.

  I wasn’t exactly sure what to think of Tim at this point. He was gorgeous, classy and had a confidence about him that made me desperate to have him touch me. Then there was the side of him that wanted to control everything about me. When he wanted to make me convulse in ecstasy, he did it with ease, but when he wanted to make me scream in terror and pain, he had no problem doing that as well.

  Did I really want to be with someone who enjoyed making me miserable? I wasn't sure if that was really what he enjoyed
, but it seemed like the more uncomfortable and frustrated I was; the more turned on he got.

  His fingers quickly took my mind off the thoughts that had filled my mind since my punishment as he slid one finger into my pussy and softly massaged my clit with another. A trailer for some love story pounded through the speakers as he pushed a second finger into me.

  He was roughly fingering me, but I was enjoying it. He leaned over and whispered, “You can cum any time you want while we’re here. You might want to pick up your skirt, so it doesn’t get too messy since we’re going to eat after the movie.”

  The thought of being able to cum as many times as I wanted seemed like a true kindness. Other men had tried to make me cum as many times as they could, but Tim seemed to know that he didn’t need to try. He seemed to know the unmistakable truth that was limiting my orgasms seemed to make me cum even more when I was allowed to.

  I hiked up my skirt as his fingers began working their way in and out of me, and I began to breathe heavier. The fact that we were in a movie theater had turned me on initially, but it didn’t even seem to matter anymore because the only thoughts that were running through my head were Tim's rough fingers diving in and out of my cunt.

  He pulled his fingers out of my cunt and put them into my mouth. The taste of my own juices turned me on more than being in a public place could ever have. I let out an inaudible moan as I felt the slightly thick fluid run down the back of my throat.

  He leaned over and whispered, “Take your bra off. I want to pinch and play with your sore nipples.” The thought of him playing with my nipples made me shiver with excitement even though he had abused them only an hour ago. I wished that we were somewhere else where he could lean over and suck on them, even nibble and bite them. I wanted him to be rough with me, and I wanted him to fill me with his cum. I knew that he couldn’t here at the theater, so I pushed it out of my mind and simply did as he said.

  My lacy pink bra came off quickly, and I put it on my lap with my matching panties. His fingers went directly to my hardened nipples and began twisting and pulling them, and though it hurt, I was in ecstasy at his touch. I’d never enjoyed it when men hurt my nipples before, but in this moment, it made me wish that he would do it constantly.

  “May I touch myself?” I whispered to him, and he kissed me deeply before responding, “Yes, slut, play with your pussy for me.” I ran my fingers over my dripping cunt, enjoying how wet I was before I shoved two fingers as deep inside of me as I could. I wished that they were longer so that I could be filled up even more. I added a third after only a few seconds. His cock was so thick that I needed the third to help me imagine the feeling of him inside of me, stretching me and filling me completely.

  He continued to kiss me, moving down to my neck, and I let out a soft moan to which he responded sharply, “Be quiet or someone will hear us, and then you won’t get to cum at all tonight.” The thought petrified me. I needed release so badly. So I laid my head back and focused on the attention he was giving my body and the feeling of my fingers in my cunt. It didn’t take long for my body to begin shaking as I came.

  His fingers released their vice-like grip on my nipples, and I relaxed against the back of the chair as my fingers left my cunt. Tim held my hand as he moved my pussy covered fingers to my mouth to suck my taste off of them. Every time he did this, it turned me on more. I’d never tasted myself before, and it wasn’t the taste that brought me this pleasure. It had more to do with the fact that he was making it me do it.

  “Let your body calm down, and then I want you to get down on your knees and suck my cock.” His voice was stern but almost amused at my latest orgasm. How had he spent this much time turning me on, only to have cum once in the last 24 hours? Most men would have been going crazy over how desperate I was to have them inside of me. They would have unsuccessfully tried to fuck me into oblivion, but Tim seemed to be able to separate himself from his desires and only found my desperation and lust to be amusing. Now I would get to control his body for once, and the thought excited my already desire-filled body and mind.

  I wasted no time in crawling down on the sticky movie theater floor to get on my knees in front of him. Luckily there was a lot of room between the rows so that I had enough room to work my magic. I unzipped his suit pants and pulled down his boxers before inhaling his cock.

  I had always enjoyed giving a blowjob to a guy with a nice cock, and Tim’s was glorious. I wanted to show him just how good of a cocksucker I was, and I quickly began bobbing my head up and down on his shaft, licking and sucking as hard and as fast as I could. I was going for a record-breaking time, but Tim wasn’t showing any signs of cumming.

  He ran his hands through my hair before slowing me down. He wanted slow, steady, and deep instead of fast and shallow. His hands guided my head ever further down until it was resting in the back of my throat. He wasn’t forcing me to deep throat him, but he definitely was showing me that was what he wanted.

  I could hear the conversations in the movie, but had no idea what was happening. It was strange to be at the movies and not watch them. Maybe this is what other guys had actually wanted on their movie dates but were too unconfident to force me into doing. It was a lot more enjoyable that a sappy romantic comedy after all.

  I began to softly caress Tim’s balls as I tried to deep throat him. Every time he hit the back of my throat I began to gag, and it worried me that I was making a lot of noise. I could tell that he was enjoying it though, as his hands had tightened their hold on my hair.

  I could feel that he desperately wanted to force me down on his cock, but he was restraining himself. I didn’t know if that was because he was afraid of me making too much noise or if he didn’t want to scare me away. Little did he know that my body wanted him to force me to take him into my throat, regardless of the consequences. Being forceful and taking what he wanted was one of the sexiest things that a man could do in my experience.

  He stopped trying to get me to deep throat him, and he began to stroke himself where my mouth couldn’t reach. He was desperate to cum as well, it seemed, and after only a few moments, I felt him shooting his cum into my mouth.

  He tasted good, and I quickly swallowed it down before standing up and kissing him. It was a strange little kink of mine that if I were going to swallow a man’s cum, he would have to taste it on my lips. Tim didn’t seem to mind, and when I sat back down in my seat, his finger reached over to softly finger me some more.

  I took a quick sip of my soda and relaxed into the chair and closed my eyes. I felt good enough that I was sure I was glowing. I had felt like I’d been powerless in this relationship until that moment when I saw that Tim did occasionally lose control. I could play this game with him, and it would be a fun game at that.

  We watched the rest of the movie in relative silence, and I only came one more time from Tim’s magical fingers. As the closing credits rolled, Tim whispered to me, “Go ahead and put on your bra, but you need to carry your thong out.”

  His words alone seemed to reignite the desperation I'd had throughout the day, and the fact that I was about to walk out of a movie theater in a mini-skirt and no panties turned the heat up even higher. I quickly put my bra back on before getting up to leave. My thong was bunched up in my fist, and Tim carried our trash out.

  When we got to the Corvette, he walked all the way around to my side of the car and opened the door for me like a gentleman. As soon as he got into the car, he turned back into the dominant as reached into the glove compartment and pulled out a small 2” butt plug and a vibrator.

  “Put the plug in and play with the vibrator. I want you to cum twice before we get home, or you’ll be punished.”

  “And here it goes again,” I thought. He had to control things and be serious instead of just enjoying some fun. Regardless of my feelings, I did what he said and put the plug in my pussy to get it nice and wet before putting it into my ass. I was glad that I had played with my ass a little today so that the feeling wasn�
�t completely foreign. The soft plug was actually very pleasant, and when I combined it with the vibrator, I was quickly dancing near an orgasm. I laid back, hiked up my skirt, and put my feet on the dash again. I wasn’t going to get punished tonight.

  In only a few minutes, I’d already cum once.

  We pulled up to a stoplight and a man and his wife looked over at my lewd humping motions and couldn’t stop staring. I didn’t care at this point. They could stare, or laugh, or even masturbate to visions of me later. I was tired of being punished and was going to prove that I could do whatever Tim demanded of me because I wanted the amazing sex that I knew he was capable of delivering.

  Tim just kept driving, barely looking at me except to check on how close I was. We were getting close his house, and I was still too far away from an orgasm. I tried so hard to cum, but I’d already had too many orgasms that day, and my body didn’t want to respond to the vibrator like it normally would. Then Tim did something unexpected.