Daphne is deeply nervous but she presses forward anyway.
"Um actually I wouldn't. You see I don't really want to dominate this guy or really any men. I um... well its hard to explain but I'm actually a submissive."
"A what?"
"Uhh you know a submissive."
"I know what it means but that's impossible. All women are dominant goddesses and all men are groveling worms. Hey, you aren't playing a joke on me are you?"
Daphne shook her head, "I know it sounds weird but I've always had this desire to submit to women... to adore them and serve them. To be used and abused as they see fit, I did it in high school and..."
The women looking at her were shocked. One looked sick to her stomach.
"This has to be a joke..." one of the women began.
Daphne gave out an exasperated sigh, "No, its not here I'll prove it to you!"
With that Daphne dropped down to her knees and bent to the ground and rained kisses on the girls high heeled shoes. The women looked absolutely shocked. Several other women came over to see what the commotion was about. The slave being whipped finally got a moments reprieve, he didn't know why but he was grateful. Comments were made and Daphne burned with shame.
"That's sick."
"This HAS to be a joke, no woman does this!"
"Is she crazy?"
"What kind of sick bitch is she."
"She's a disgrace."
"This is so wrong!"
The shoes she were kissing withdrew away from her mouth and then lashed out at her face kicking her. "Get away from me you sick freak!"
Daphne fell back to the ground. The kick hurt but she persevered. "I know I'm a freak but I'm a good freak. I'm really good at giving pedicures, giving oral, I'll be your sororities perfect slave! I..."
"Quiet," a sharp commanding voice came to Daphne. The president of the Dominatrix Society had appeared. She was a tall woman with long brunette hair. She was quite tall at 5 foot 10, and towered over everyone up to 6 foot 2 with her 4 inch heels. Her figure was flawless, she was slim with a bevy of amazing curves. Her face was just shy of perfection, her features were a shade more severe than most angelic faces but it demanded attention none the less.
Daphne immediately stopped talking.
The president stalked forward until she was inches from Daphne's head.
"You are a vile worm. You are a man trapped in a woman's body, you disgust me," she said as she spat down onto Daphne's face.
"However, if you wish to serve then you will sign paper's waiving any sort of prosecution of us for any harm done to you, up to and including your demise. If you sign those papers, I will allow you to serve as a slave for this sorority." Her voice changed to a harsh whisper just for Daphne, "But I assure you, you pathetic wretch you will regret the day you were born once we get our hands on you."
Daphne felt a chill down her spine. She didn't doubt the president's words. The president was Regina Levin, she was infamous at the college. She had burned a man alive in celebration of her becoming the president of the sorority. If she agreed to join the sorority as their slave she might very well face the same fate! She was terrified but lust also warred with terror. Despite the risk should she live out her fantasy and became the first female Sorority slave?
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