Joining a sorority

The good thing about after is how clear it is. The bad thing is you can’t go back and do things you might have done differently. Now that I’m graduated, I’ve had time to think about things from my first year and one thing in particular that I might have done differently.

I wasn’t your typical freshman student. When I graduated from high school, I decided not to go to college right away. Instead, I joined the army. My parents weren’t happy with that decision and announced that if I ever decided to go to college, I should pay for it myself. The GI law would take care of that as soon as I got out of the army. But the whole issue of money was mooted when a plane crash took my parents away a few months before I got fired at the end of my second shift.

So instead of being 18 or 19, like most freshmen, I was 25. I moved to the town near the university a few months before the school year started and even managed to date a junior. Anna was studying in biochemistry and beyond being very clever, she was tall and handsome. I’m a little average, 1.8 and thin. I was a runner before I hired and was in the army, made me more of it. One of the things I liked about dating Anna was that she’d leave her to wear flats so we could dance and look each other in the eye.

Anna was very active in her student association, Omega Pi, and she encouraged me to find a student union and join. I wasn’t interested and I tried to explain it to her during lunch before the registration started.

I know you think all that Greek stuff is really great, but I’m too old for those games. I don’t want to be dismantled and I have all the male tires I need in this life." But it would be so nice if you promised. “Sorry honey, I promise no fraternity.” That was a painful point, but we’ve solved it fast enough. If there were joint parties, she’d take me as her date or go alone.

Registration was easy, and I found myself enrolled in a load of classes. Six years of being out of the academic environment made it hard to get back into the swing. I felt a little out of my place, like almost all my classmates were 18 and 19. But I knew the self-discipline I’d learned in the army would let me graduate like this.

The first weekend I was hoping to spend a lot of my free time with Anna, but she was involved in the promise class of Omega Pi. We could sneak in a late dinner on Sunday night.

“I missed you, Anna.” I missed you too, but I don’t have a choice. I’m the supervisor this year, and that means I have to be involved in all activities." “How long is this plea gonna happen?” Three weeks. Then we’ll have our traditional weekend rituals and it’ll all be over and I’ll be back to you." Three weeks? Yeah. That sucks, Anna. I think if I wanted to spend more time with you… I should have confessed to your fraternity and not that frat you wanted me to join you. Anna laughed about it. “I don’t think you’d like what we do at Omega Pi. I had no choice. I resigned to spend the next few weeks alone with my homework. And it could have gone that way if I had been smart enough to avoid temptation.

But the next Friday night, after a few beers in a local pub, I started missing Anna. I was also curious to see How wild those sowing rituals became. So I decided to look. If I hadn’t been in the army, I wouldn’t have felt confident about my ability to go and spy. But I was an Airborne Ranger and was well trained in the art of “sneak and peep.” So I went home, changed in dark clothes and started my recon on the Omega Pi house.

I circled around a forest area to the back of the Omega Pi house, used the trees for cover, snuck to the building. It took a while. Unlike what you’ve seen in the movie, a stinky scout takes a lot of time. It took me over an hour to reach the lookout point I wanted. Finally, I was standing by a window, hidden behind a bush. I looked inside, but this wasn’t the plea. It was just some girls drinking. I moved to another window.

Paydirt! Anna said there were only five girls in the plea class. They wanted eight, but one girl had decided to plead somewhere else. There, in a big room, there were seven girls. I think they’d found two more promises and they’d only come one short of their cause. They were naked and my surprise, they were held captive against the wall, tied by cuffs to their wrists and ankles. Four students, including Anna, were sitting around a circle in the floor, and they were singing. There were candles and it looked like a scene from a movie I saw in the post theater in Germany.

Suddenly, I was pushed off my hideout and I was on the ground. Two women were over me. Now I thought if I got caught, I could take out all the women long enough to escape. I fought, but for my surprise, those two laughed. One of them shot some dust in my face and I felt dizzy. They overpowered me and took me to the room where the promises were naked against the wall.

Anna was shocked to see me standing there. “He was outside, spying on the ritual.” How much did he see? “We don’t know.” I tried to talk, but I couldn’t make a sound. A side effect of what they used to overpower me, I guess. Anna, he’s your guy, so you can decide. What we’re gonna do with him. Anna laughed. “I’m open to suggestions, ladies. Does anyone have any ideas? One of the promises spoke. “Mrs. Anna, if he wants to see how promises are started in the sorority, he might have to experience it himself.” An excellent suggestion, Pledge Margaret. I’m gonna put this year’s promise class in charge of preparing our newest promise for his initiation rituals. “Mrs. Anna, shouldn’t that be for her initiation?” You’re right, Pledge Margaret. Bring her upstairs and prepare her. You’ve been released and have two hours to complete your new assignment.”

That’s what cut the chains on the wall. Maybe someone was standing next to a switch and pushed it to free them. I wasn’t sure of anything, still a little dizzy from that powder. Margaret and another confession came by and took my arms and led me out of the room and up the stairs.

The seven girls took me to a bathroom, and after I stabbed my clothes, my body hair started shaving. When I was all shaved under the neck, I saved a triangular patch around my dick, they shoved me in a bath full of scent water. I was still powerless to resist. They washed my hair with a sweet shampoo. After I was in the bath for an hour, they drugged me.

I was led in a bedroom and they were on a bed. One of them started polishing my toenails the same bright red color they all wore. I hadn’t noticed that little detail about all the promises until then. While someone did, another makeup on my face and another attempt to style my hair. While I grew it longer since I got out of the army, it was pretty short. She finally gave up and went to another room. She returned with a wig she put on my head. Eventually the promises led me back to the stairs and to the plea room, where I was handcuffed to the wall with the other seven girls.

Anna spoke in a voice I hadn’t heard her use before. It was powerful, hypnotic, almost extraordinary. Because there’s a new plea present, the rest of tonight’s ritual is suspended. You eights stay here all night in connection with the high-ranking power, offering adoration. One of you will learn the new promise to sing with you. We’ll be back in the morning.

I didn’t recognize the words in blackmail. But I learned them and the rhythm of blackmail soon enough, and we sang. All night. Finally the sun came up in the morning and Anna and two other girls back in the room. One of them pointed at me. I didn’t realize until she pointed at my cross, but somehow during the night, I was honored. Anna didn’t look happy and she walked up to me and touched my erection light with one finger. Suddenly it exploded.

Ladies, you can stop singing. That’s how the silence fell into the room. It took a while. Anna moved on. “Pledge Margaret. Take the new promise, and prepare her to attend our breakfast this morning. I want her to be nicely compromised, just like the rest of you. Quickly.”

Anna and the other two left without a word. Margaret grabbed me by the arm and pulled me back upstairs in her room. “Come on, we don’t want to be late for breakfast.” For my surprise, my body worked now, but I didn’t resist her. In her room, Margaret pulled clothes out of the closet. Soon the bed was under the clothes. She dressed first, like I rejected my eyes. Then she dressed me in her clothes. I was still confused, but that didn’t stop her. She dressed me as easily as I was a newborn baby.

Pants, black belt, a bra, a black dress, a rib-caged T-shirt and a sweater on it. She pulled shoes with three inches of heels on my feet and pulled the band as tight as it was going to go. You won’t be tempted to take off your shoes. Let’s go.”