A Full Ride

 

"I'm really looking forward to next year at university, aren't you, Mike?" my girlfriend asked.

"Well..."

"Just think, we'll be Juniors with only one more year after that and then out in the real world," she said, "living our lives together, getting jobs, having kids, loving each other."

"I guess," I said dispiritedly.

"Mike, what's the matter?" she asked.

"Susan, I can't afford to go," I said.

"What? What happened to your college fund?" she asked.

"My parents needed it. My dad got fired and..."

"Well, you can get student aid, right?" she said.

"I tried. I don't qualify," I said.

"Student loan?"

"They turned me down," I said.

"Oh, Mike, that's horrible," she said. "We have to figure something out. I love you and I want us to do this together."

"I love you too, Susan, but..."

"Mike, I've got it!" she exclaimed. "I know how to solve this. You can be my slave!"

"Your... your slave?" I sputtered. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"I hadn't told you this, but I've been approached by some of the Senior girls at that new sorority Delta Omega Mu, DOM, and they want me to pledge," she said.

"That's great news, Susan, but what does that have to do with me being your slave?" I asked. "And why would you want me to be your slave anyway? I thought we were in love. I thought we were going to build a life together as equals."

"We are, baby, and I do love you, but this is a way to solve your financial problem, so you can stay in school," she said.

"I don't understand," I said.

"Each of the new pledges has to bring a slave with her," she said.

"Bring a slave?" I asked. "In this day and age? What kind of a sorority is this?"

"It's a group of women who believe in female superiority," she said.

"Where in the world do they get slaves in today's world, Iran?" I asked.

"Mikey," she said laughing, "they have a large group of submissive guys who are just dying to be chosen to serve. I was going to just pick one of them."

"Dying to be chosen as a slave?" I said. "That seems... uh, counter-intuitive."

"Not really," she said. "After all they are submissive, and they crave being allowed... or forced to serve but there is a huge up-side which is why I think you would be perfect."

"What's the up-side?" I asked. "They get to lick pussy every day?"

"Well, that too, of course, but the real upside is that the sorority pays their room and board and tuition and books and... well, everything for the two years they serve and, of course, they are allowed time to go to class and study."

"Oh."

"Don't you see?" she asked. "Instead of some slug that I couldn't care about as my slave, I'd have you. We would be together every day and every night, and you could stay in school."

"As a slave."

"As my slave, Mike," she said. "you would belong to me and I would make sure that you were protected and..."

"Forced to lick your pussy every night?" I finished for her.

"Oooh, I hope so," she said, "but... don't you want to?"

I thought about that. Of course I did.

"What else would I be expected to do?" I asked.

"Mike, I don't have a clue," she said. "I actually made up the pussy licking part because it sounds so delicious. They haven't filled me in, but I do know that you would be my personal possession, so I think that means that I can make sure that whatever happens I would be able to control the outcome."

"You are saying that I would be allowed to attend classes and study and..."

"Yes," she interrupted. "They are very strict in making sure that all of their... uh... servants maintain an excellent GPA."

"Well..."

"Mike, you do want to finish school, don't you?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"And, you love me and we want to be together forever, right?" she asked.

Of course, Susan, I love you more than..."

"So, what's the problem?" she asked. "When you think about it there really is no decision. If you want to stay in school and we want to be together then this is perfect."

"I guess."

"Mike, it's only for two years," she said. "No matter how bad things get it's only for two years and then you and I ride off into the sunset."

"I suppose," I said, "it's just this slave thing. I mean slaves have no say and can be forced to do anything. It's scary."

"Mikey, I'm going to be your... uh... owner," she said. "Don't you trust me?"

"Of course, Susan," I said. "I guess I'm just being silly."

"This is going to be a great two years," she gushed. "I really wanted to rush this sorority, but I wasn't looking forward to having some maggot wannabe submissive guy that I had to attend to all the time. Now that guy is going to be the man I love, what could be better than that?"

"I suppose we can try it and if things don't work out I can always stop being your slave and drop out of school," I said.

"Oh, Mikey, this is going to be soooo great!" she gushed.

 

***

 

Three weeks later we entered the hallowed halls of Delta Omega Mu together. The entrance foyer contained eight other girls, each with a guy next to them. While I was holding Susan's hand and we were clearly a couple, all the other guys were in a submissive posture ranging from just sitting next to their female companion with their eyes down to kneeling at their feet. I began to feel uncomfortable, but Susan hugged me, kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear that I shouldn't worry.

One by one each of the couples were called through the door at the end of the hall in about fifteen-minute intervals. When our turn came Susan took my hand and led me in.

A very pretty co-ed was behind the desk. She greeted us and had us sit.

"So, Mike," she said pleasantly, "my name is Emily and I am your controller. I want to confirm that you have volunteered to be Susan's slave for the next two years, is that correct?"

"Uh, I guess," I said.

"Do you understand what that means?" Emily asked.

"Well, not really."

"It means that you will belong to her for the next two years," she said. "It means she will have complete control over you and everything you do, do you understand?"

"Um... not really... what do you mean by everything?" I asked.

"Good question!" she said brightly. "It means that except for the times you are in class she controls everything you do. When and what you eat, when and where you sleep, well... everything."

"What if I don't like what is going on and I want to... quit?" I asked.

"Mike, once you sign the contract it's for two years," she said, "but why would you want to quit?" After all this is a great deal for you. You guys get to be together and we pay all your costs, it's like a full ride scholarship. Sounds like perfection, doesn't it?"

"I guess."

"Trust me, Mike, it will be an experience that you will never forget," she said.

"I guess," I said again.

"Sign here, Mike," she said, pushing a document toward me.

I picked it up to read it, but Susan put her hand over mine and pushed it back down on the desk.

"Mike, it doesn't matter what it says," Susan said.

"But..."

"We will be together, and I will make sure everything is fair and right," Susan said.

I looked up at her and saw the love in her eyes and realized my worries were silly. I signed.

Emily picked up the papers, stood up, crossed to the safe in the corner, placed them inside, closed the door and spun the dial. When she turned the look on her face caused my balls to try and climb up into my body.

"Come with me slave," Emily said, walking to the door at the other end of the room.

I grabbed Susan like a life preserver and started following Emily. She turned, looked at Susan and said, "Not you, Susan, I'll induct him. He will be brought to your room when we are finished."

I looked at Susan. I was scared and I wasn't sure why. She could see that I was disturbed and kissed me gently.

"Don't worry, Mikey," she said. "I'm sure everything will be fine. I'll see you soon."

Emily led me through the door, down a corridor and through another door which put us into a large room done completely in white. White walls covered with mirrors, white ceiling and a white tiled floor. There were two other girls in the room and their attitude caused the same feeling that I'd had when Emily had looked at me.

"Strip, slave," Emily said harshly.

"Wh... what?" I stuttered.

"I said strip," she said. "Slaves don't wear clothing inside of the sorority house ever."

"But, I..."

"Listen, Mikey," she said sweetly, "you signed the papers making you a slave of Delta Omega Mu and for the next two years you belong to us. You won't take a shit without permission, do you understand?"

"But what about my schooling?" I asked.

"You will be allowed to go to classes and study as we promised," she said, "but inside this house you belong to us, now strip!"

I reluctantly and with some embarrassment removed my clothing. When I was naked I stood with my hands in front of my dick trying to cover myself. The other two girls stepped up, grabbed my arms and frog marched me to a bench, bent me over and strapped me down.

"We have a lot of rules for slaves here," Emily said. "Rules that each slave must learn and obey or else be punished. What I'm going to do now is give you a mild example of what happens if you break any of our rules."

The next ten minutes were some of the worst of my life. She and the other two girls beat me with whips and cane and paddles until I just wanted to die. I was crying uncontrollably when they finally stopped.

"That was just an example of what will happen if you disobey or break any of our rules," Emily said. "We find that it helps to demonstrate to a slave in advance what is in store for them as it seems to... get things off on the right foot, as it were."

What had just happened seemed unfair, but I was in no position to complain, in fact, I dared not as I had no idea if complaining was against a 'rule' and there was no way I wanted a repeat of the past ten minutes.

"Now," Emily said, "we have just three more things to do and then you can be reunited with your owner."

She stepped over to a nearby table, picked up what looked like a giant crimping tool and approached me. I was completely helpless and that tool looked like... Surely they wouldn't castrate me?

Instead of moving behind me she came up on my right side, grabbed my ear, put the tongs on my earlobe and closed the handles. I screamed as the pain hit me. In the mirrored walls I could see a tag on my ear with the number 107 on it.

"That is your ear tag," she said. "It shows everyone that you belong to Delta Omega Mu and it also has a GPS tracking device that lets us know where you are at all times."

Next, she stepped behind me and began manipulating my penis and balls. I could feel restriction and metal coldness and heard what sounded like the click of a lock. She stepped in front of me and pushed a button on the remote in her hand. My balls exploded in pain.

"That is a state-of-the-art chastity device with a shocking collar," she explained. "It stays on the entire time of your contract except for the very rare times we let you pitiful maggots have some pleasure."

I didn't like the sound of that at all. Susan and I had a very active sex life. I couldn't believe that she would stand for me being locked up and not being allowed to make love to her. I hated the remote thing, but I didn't worry about her releasing me. We loved each other and liked expressing it.

"And lastly," she said, "we mark you as ours, permanently."

"Huh?" I thought. "Mark me?"

I didn't have to wonder very long as she went to the autoclave in the corner, took out a red-hot branding iron and pressed it into my right butt cheek. I screamed until I was hoarse. In the wall mirrors I could see in reverse that the letters DOM were permanently inscribed on my ass.

They released me from the bench and I fell at their feet sobbing. One of the girls put a collar on me, snapped a leash on it and dragged me, crawling on all fours, behind her. After a few twists and turns she opened a bedroom door and there was Susan. She was sitting on the bed with a sheaf of papers in her hands and a strange smile on her face.

"Here is your slave," the girl leading me said, handing the leash to Susan. "Dinner is at six."

She turned and left, leaving us alone.

Susan looked down at me. There was still some of the love I was used to seeing in her eyes but something more. I opened my mouth to tell her about what had just happened, but she jerked my leash and put her finger to my lips to silence me.

"I have the rules here," she said waving the sheaf of papers, "that you have to abide by. One of them is that you are not allowed to speak without permission."

That was too much for me. After all we were in love and alone, surely the rules didn't apply. I couldn't help myself.

"What difference does that make when we are alone, Susan?" I asked.

"And, you must address me properly as Mistress or Miss Susan or Ma'am," she said, coldly.

"Susan, I..."

"We are monitored at all times by closed circuit TV and any infractions are dealt with by your controller," she said.

"But..."

"You didn't know?" she said.

I nodded.

"Of course you didn't. Neither did I. The fact is that you are allowed one infraction at the very beginning," she said, "and after that you will incur punishment for each infraction."

I looked at her in horror. Surely, she was kidding.

"Further, if I fail to report you for breaking a rule and someone sees it or hears it or reports it, I am the one who is punished," she said.

"That is diabolical," I thought. "We will be pitted against each other and to save herself she will have to sacrifice me."

"This was designed to ensure that the pledges didn't begin to feel sorry for their slaves or have feelings for them or fall in love with them," she said.

"But we are already in love," I wailed.

"Mikey," she said, coldly. "You have used up your one infraction without punishment. Stop talking and read these rules."

She handed me the rules and got up and went into the bathroom to shower and get ready for bed.

 

***

 

Thirty minutes later I had read all the rules twice and I wasn't any happier with the second reading than I had been with the first. I was really a slave with no rights and it was clear that I had signed up for a life of pure hell for the next two years. It was also clear that no matter how much she loved me that there was little that she could do to help my situation. She came out of the bathroom in a very sheer, short nighty and I wanted nothing more than to grab her, throw her on the bed and ravish her. I knew better. The rules were clear, so I kept my head down and waited. She sat on the bed, grabbed my leash and dragged me into her pussy. I knew what to do.