The Pledge Ch. 03

Denise Thomas sighed as she reached the dorm room for the beginning of her sophomore year at the university. Last year her freshmen year was spent at the Alpha Gamma Sorority house instead of being in the dorm as required by university rules. But that sorority had an exception to that rule as the pledges there were competing for a spot by being naked and obedient to certain sisters simply referred to as Mistress. None were called a slave, only pledge, but Denise was aware that was all they were for the house.

She didn't mind it, the experience gave her confidence, she made the dean's list, and she had memories she was happy to keep. Not so much the bondage and such, but like when Mistress One, Colleen, released her from the chastity belt and Denise tried to dominate the alpha woman in a bedroom. She still wasn't sure who won the battle, but both were well satisfied a few times before coming to a draw. She was going to miss not being at the sorority house all the time, but right now she needed to find her dorm room and unpack for the new year.

She found it on the fourth floor, sliding the key card to unlock the door to find her dorm mate already there, on the phone, complaining to someone about the lousy view, they only saw the brick exterior wall of another building, not the quad or park other rooms had. What was the problem, she couldn't get a good view? The dorm mate turned around to see Denise walk in, placing a suitcase on a bed. Then she complained apparently, she didn't have the private room as promised before hanging up.

Informed to get out, Denise ignored the tall, well-built woman doing the bossy attitude. She placed a duffle bag on the bed as well, the woman coming over to push them off. Denise kept her grip on them.

"Possessions means bed. You have possessions on that bed, that's your bed. What is your problem?" Denise demanded.

"I am supposed to have a private dorm room!"

"Well, good, go talk to someone in charge. Go away."

The dorm roomie stormed out of the room, the door locking automatically behind her. Denise grinned. A year ago, she would have vacated the room, now she stood up the bullying attitude. It was a good feeling. Better was the key card still on the desk. Whoever her dorm mate was, she'd have ask someone to let her in.

Denise opened to unpack, grinning as she put her underwear away. For eighteen years she wore underwear, last year she was forbidden and by the time her pledge time was up, it was weird to wear panties and bra let alone stockings. By the end of summer and with some reminders from her mother, she was back to wearing underwear again.

Her mother. Denise sighed. She remembered, heck, she still had the video on her phone of when her mother gave her a bare assed spanking in the basement during a holiday break so Denise could show obedience to a Mistress. It was good to know her mom had been through the same pledge experience although it was hard to imagine her alpha mother crawling for anyone. Still, Denise had someone she could talk to about it all, including the problem of Professor Amanda Higgins, who taught Denise in two classes during freshman year. The professor knew the significance of the necklace Denise wore, ordering the pledge about during class and having her stay often to do menial tasks before the next class.

It ended when her Mistress did a video chat, informing her and the professor that the pledge was not to obey anyone without permission. For the professor to have the pledge stay after class to touch and see her naked, that was to never happen a second time. The professor wasn't happy then but looked forward to when the student was no longer a pledge and could be at the professor's house to provide maid service. Denise wasn't happy, and her mother seemed sympathetic.

It was two days into classes before the dorm mates had a truce. Apparently, Becky Goode discovered the fact she was a star in basketball and softball during her freshman year meant having some perks. Having a full dorm didn't mean a perk of a room to herself. Becky was quite proud of attending on an athletic scholarship, while Denise had only technical scholarship.

It didn't take long for Denise to realize her dorm mate was doing things and she bought a teddy bear with a nanny cam inside, connected it to her phone, and set the stuffed animal so it had a full view of Becky's side of the room. At the end of the first morning she had video of Becky taking orange juice from Denise, drinking it down and tossing it into Denise's trash can. Then she caught Becky stuffing some of her underwear into Denie's basket in hopes of the dorm mate not realizing the larger sizes weren't hers and do the laundry for her.

When she visited Alpha Gamma Sorority to see the new pledges, she smiled at the memory as all six were naked and crawling for their new Mistresses. She found Colleen in her room, reading an assignment. The two women hugged and kissed lightly, aware they had a marathon of sex that last time and still no clear winner of who was the better alpha. Denise explained the problem and showed the video. It was irritating yet not enough for the university to take action, not against a star player like Becky.

"What do you want from me?"

"You fed us orange juice and it made us open to suggestions." Denise held up a hand to stop the protest, "I'm not an idiot, Colleen. What I want is to use some on Becky to suggest she leave my stuff alone."

"You know how it works?"

"Not a clue."

"Then I'll be outside your door tomorrow."

Denise left with a bottle of orange juice, warned not to drink it, and she waited until after the lights were out and Becky was sleeping to put it inside the fridge and remove the other two bottles that contained no drug.

Leaving the next morning, she met with Colleen just down the hall, opening her phone for them to watch Becky grab the last bottle and drink it down. She tossed it into Denise's basket and packed up her own books, turning, taking two steps, and stop, her face blank as if no longer functioning.

Going back inside, Denise was told to stay at the door while Colleen advanced on the sports star, talking quietly to her, a few mumbles made in return. It was interesting but would be more so if Denise was allowed close enough to know how the drug worked and how Colleen made the suggestions.

It was done, the two women leaving the room, watching on the phone as Becky blinked a few times, and looked around before blinking again, shaking her head and leaving the room.

"Now what?"

"Now, you wait to see what I suggested to her."

"I don't like the sound of that." Denise informed her.

Colleen grinned.

"Then I guess we'll have to do another match, see if there's a clear winner."

Denise rolled her eyes and went to class, fully aware she'd love a repeat match.

Becky wasn't sure what was going on as she came back to the room. She slammed her books onto her desk, ticked she didn't get the B she wanted in class, but a C which wasn't good if she was going to play in the next game. She felt out of sort, knew she needed to masturbate with her favorite vibrator, but her dorm mate was due back at any time. With luck, she'd hit the library, and Becky would have time to calm down before practice in a few hours.

Denise came into the room, didn't acknowledge her dorm mate as Becky seemed nervous, tapping her fingers on her desk. Denise switched out what she needed to use at the library and left. Becky gave it thirty seconds before yanking out her vibrator, the one with the head that swirled when she pushed a button. Yanking down her pants and panties, she tossed a towel on her chair and pushed the vibrstor inside her, frantic to get release in the next half hour before having to go to practice.

Glancing at her panties, she had a weird thought. Someone, she wasn't sure who, had said Denise's pussy was worth a good orgasm. Someone claimed just sniffing Denise's used panties were enough for some women to have an amazing climax. Becky shuffled slowly to Denise's laundry basket, dug out three used pairs and sniffed them a bit. With a sudden urge, she pushed them into her face, breathing in the scent deeply while the vibrator hummed happily inside her. Ten minutes later, Becky had to shove the three panties into her mouth to muffle the screams of delight as her body shook, her juices squirting onto her own panties and jeans. Becky went to the floor for a nap.

A banging outside the door woke her, Becky quickly realizing the situation. She would just about make it to practice if she hurried. She changed her soaked panties and jeans out for dry ones, wrapped the vibrator in the wet clothes and stuffed them into a basket. The three panties were tossed on top of Denise's basket and Becky ran off to make practice.

At the library, Denise stared at the video the teddy bear made, What the hell had Colleen suggested to Becky? She went to the sorority house where a naked pledge was giving Colleen a foot rub, an adoring look on the pledge's face as Colleen ignored her. Denise came in, asking what she did, Colleen trying to act innocent. Denise showed her the video, Colleen laughing loudly, dismissing the pledge to find another Mistress to adore and laughed during the second viewing.

"It was simple, Colleen, get her to stop taking my stuff. Now she's stinking up the whole room."

"Look, I asked her some questions like I normally do, and she uses a vibrator. Apparently your sports star roomie has a high sex drive, and I just thought you'd like some fun."

"Not against fun, I just want to know what is going on, what to expect."

"Fine, take another orange juice and I'll meet you at your room in the morning."

That didn't answer her questions, but it gave her a starting point.

Like before, they watched as Becky drank the OJ and saw how she was losing focus. Denise opened the door, shocked Colleen would swipe her card from her hand and shut the door in her face. Denise could only stand outside the door, watching her phone as Colleen walked up to a stupefied Becky and the two talked, one asking questions, one offering answers. Denise wasn't happy to see Becky looking a the laundry basket several times, soon licking her lips as she looked.

Becky was nodding her head a lot, a smile on her face as she swayed in place, Colleen finally walking away, the door closing just as Becky seemed to blink and look around. With a shake of her head, she grabbed her bag and left the room, unaware two women were behind her.

"What did you do?"

"You sound so suspicious. Bet you don't sound like that to other women."

"Because you're not other women. What did you say to her, what orders will she carry out just to please you?"

Colleen laughed.

"Not me, Denise. She's on the road to pleasing you. In a week, she'll offer to cut off a hand than to touch something of yours without your permission. And that was what you asked me for, wasn't it? To have her stop touching your stuff?"

Colleen veered off for class leaving a suspicious Denise to go to her own class. She did ask that, she just thought it would be a straightforward command to not touch the stuff. Colleen manipulated the situation using the words. Denise learned a lesson to not underestimate her former Mistress.

Denise quickly caught onto what Colleen was doing to Becky. Over the next few days, the vibrator was used less and less, the tall woman placing all of Denise's used panties and socks into a pile, kneeling naked before the pile and with a lustful look, picked them all up to breathe deeply of the aroma until she came. After three days of this, Denise watched as Becky's body vibrated as she came, her orgasm a large one as she kept the soiled items mashed into her face.

She texted Colleen who texted back to hide all those items for two days from the roomie before leaving them behind. After that, enjoy life.

Denise got up in the middle of the night, placed all her used items into a bag she had ready and in the morning when she left, she took the bag as well as her normal bag. At class she watched her phone to see Becky frantically searching the room for the missing panties and socks.

By the end of the second day, Becky's basketball practice went to hell, her shooting was off, her timing was off, and she came into the room looking like a wreck after being yelled at for not focusing on the game. Becky kept looking at Denise as if she was the reason, Denise reading and entering answers into her laptop, ignoring her dorm mate.

That night Denise came back from the bathroom, dressed in pajamas, tossing her clothes into the laundry basket, the panties and socks in plain sight. She didn't need to be too observant to see the look on Becky's face, the girl seeing what she wanted most in life just sitting there in the open. Denise sat up in bed, reading some more, Becky not even trying to hide the fact she really wanted what was in that laundry basket. Denise finally sat on the side of the bed, reached over to hold out her panties and socks. She wiggled them.

"You can't sniff them from there, Becky. If you crawled over here, you'd be at the right height to sniff them."

Becky no longer had an arrogant attitude, a bossy tone, as she went to her hands and knees, licking her lips, her eyes locked on what was just on Denise's body half an hour ago, had been on that body all day. Denise had her crawl, so her face was almost into Denise's knees before she pushed them into her face, the inhaling sound clear in the silent room. When Becky reached up for them, Denise pulled them away.

"No! Bad Becky! No grabbing from my hand. If you're going to grab like a bad Becky, then you don't get any. Is that clear?"

"Y-y-yes."

"That's 'Yes, Miss Denise' or just 'Yes, Miss'."

"Yes, Miss Denise, thank you, Miss Denise."

Becky was allowed to sniff more, Denise rubbing it all over her dorm mate's face as the woman fell deeper into submission.

"Did Becky want to cum? Does she? Does Becky want permission to cum?"

Denise used a tone as if asking if a dog wanted to go for a walk. The reaction was about the same to her.

"Yes, Miss Denise. Please, Miss Denise, please may Becky cum for Miss Denise?"

"How do I know if you're serious? I mean, look at all those clothes you're wearing. I can't tell if your happy to beg me to allow you to cum or if you're just saying the words and don't care."

Becky looked like she was being slapped before finally resolving the issue by stripping while on her knees, her own panties soaked as she removed them to drop them on top of her other clothes.

"Push that pile so it's between your legs."

While Becky moved the mound so her dripping pussy juice would land on them, Denise removed the missing panties and socks, undid the bag and while having Becky kneeling up, hands playing with her own ass, Denise shoved the open bag so the sports star could sniff to hearts content.

That lasted five minutes before she came like a porn star, Denise having to almost smother her by holding the back of Becky's head into the clump of clothes to smother the screams of the orgasm. Becky's eyes rolled and she fell to the side, her own clothes trapped between her legs. Watching that she merely passed out and wasn't in need of medical attention, Denise set the open bag under Becky's head, allowing her to sniff the aroma all night.

The submission progressed quickly from that point, Becky happy to sleep naked on the floor by Miss Denise's bed, her pillow the used underwear from that day. When Miss Denise came into the room, Becky went to her knees, hopeful looks on her face, hopeful Miss Denise would pay attention to Becky, allow Becky to sniff and cum.

This evening, Miss Denise came into the room, and with a sigh of relief, lay on her bed. Becky was ignored, the roomie finally asking if Miss Denise had a good day.

"Good day? I'm just recovering from some of the best pussy worship ever! My God, that girl's tongue does amazing things."

She moved her head to see the kneeling Becky and Denise smiled.

"I'm thinking of moving in with her. Then you can have the room to yourself."

Becky's face went from hopeful to crushed immediately. Denise waved a hand.

"You spent all that time wanting a private room. Her dorm mate is dropping out, so if I move in with her, I get a lot of happiness, and you get a private room. Works for both of us."

"Please, Miss Denise, please, let Becky give you happiness. Becky has a strong tongue and can please you, Becky is sure she can. Please, Miss Denise, please may Becky please you?"

The tone was whiney, not quite to the begging stage as Denise seemed to be thinking it over. That the other girl didn't exist didn't matter. Only that Becky thought the other girl existed. Denise moving out meant the now confirmed panty sniffer would either go without or have to beg some other student to let her have used underwear. Denise was betting Becky wouldn't want to go either route.

"It's an offer, but, well, so far you don't seem happy to make me happy. I mean, I seem to be cleaning the room, more so once you foul the air, and the laundry, I spend a lot of time doing laundry, trying to study around the washer and dryers while you play on the court. You like getting a major orgasm, but can you hold off until I have mine? So far, you only think of your own happiness. I'd rather room with a girl who puts me first."

Becky begged for a chance to prove she could put Miss Denise first, begged to be trained to be a good Becky for Miss Denise. Miss Denise said they'd give it a try for a week, see how Becky did, keeping in mind she was to still do classes, maintain good grades, and still make all the practices and games. Becky was thrilled with compromise.

For a week, Becky kept the room clean, the laundry done, Denise having more time to study. When Miss Denise came in with a minor complaint of having cold feet from walking in the snow, Becky was on her knees, eagerly pulling off the snow boots, massaging one foot while propping the other against her warm body. Denise moved to her desk to study, Becky crawling to continue to warm Miss Denise's feet.

The positive side was that the more Becky submitted, the better her court action. When Denise told her to score at least four three-pointers during a game that weekend, Becky set a new school record with nine three-pointers just in the first half. Her reward was to be blindfolded, her hands tied behind her back and allowed to sniff the bare feet and pussy of Miss Denise directly at the source.

After twenty minutes, she was allowed to kiss the pussy she was adoring and then she could cum, Denise having to slam a pillow into Becky's face to cover the screams. Denise put her pajamas on, left Becky on the floor still tied and blindfolded.

By the holiday break, Becky still had a dorm mate, the star athletic still being a star since Miss Denise was happy when Becky was obedient such as earning points when ordered to do so. Not making the set number of points meant bad Becky was ignored, not allowed to sniff any clothing. The worse was when Miss Denise wrote the amount of points Becky had to score during an away game, but didn't show Becky the number. To fail, meant bondage and spanking at the least. To achieve the goal, meant Becky could lick Miss Denise's ass and pussy until Miss Denise came all over Becky's face. Becky was the highest scorer of the game, setting a new record for the league of points in one game by an individual player.

Becky was back on Sunday, entering the room to find no Miss Denise. A note was on the bed, telling Becky to put on what was on the bed and wait in a proper position for Miss Denise to return.

Denise had her phone out, the camera picking up Becky's return. Colleen moved on the bed so they could watch together, the senior's head on the sophomore's bare shoulder. They still didn't know who dominated the other the most, but they were too exhausted to continue the battle.

"You think she will?" Colleen asked.

"I'll let you spank my ass if she doesn't. I get to spank yours if she does."

"I don't remember making that bet."

"You're the doubting one here. I'm just going to let you know not to doubt Miss Denise's ability to rule a submissive."

Colleen laughed as she watched Becky reading the note.

Becky read the note, undressing totally, her firm muscles flexing as she moved to slide a knotted rope around her wrist and pull it tight. Becky knelt on the floor, facing the door as she moved the ashtray from the bed to set it under her leaking pussy, the drops already showing her where to put it. Then she picked up a blindfold, putting it into place before sliding the used underwear over her face, able to sniff the material, placed her hands behind her back, slipped the knotted rope on the other wrist and pulled tight. She was ready to greet Miss Denise to find out how she did on obtaining her numbers.

"Damn, she did it. Okay, I have to ask. You got a skinny ass, Denise, how the hell did you manage to wear a pair of panties that size and get away with it?"

"Easy, I stole one of your used ones the other day and kept it in a sealed bag."

"What! You did what!"

As expected Colleen got aggressive, as expected, Denise was ready.

Becky's knees were aching by the time the door opened, Miss Denise walking in with a grin on her face. Denise saw a shine from the ashtray, knowing Becky was fully aroused at the helpless position, the self-bondage approved by Miss Denise, the waiting while able to sniff and lap at the used panties on her face. With the blindfold on she couldn't tell what was going on, but knew it was only important to be ready for Miss Denise, as Miss Denise wanted Becky to be.

"The good news, slutty bondage slut, is that you scored enough points."

"Thank you, Miss Denise."

"The bad news, slutty bondage slut, is that you didn't get them in the time range on the paper."

"Miss Denise, bad Becky apologizes for that error. Please, Miss Denise, how would you like bad Becky to make up for that stupidity?"

Denise watched, amazed Becky's body seemed to get even more aroused, her nipples even harder as she asked for punishment for what, she wasn't aware, but if Miss Denise wanted to punish, then bad Becky was ready to be punished. How fun.