And Suddenly There Was Nothing Left

I didn't know what I had expected -- but it definitely wasn't this.

Olivia came to get me around midnight. She didn't say a word as we walked through the quiet hallways. Just a faint nod when we reached the basement stairs. Olivia was the kind of woman who always knew more than she let on. In the sorority, she was the one who organized everything -- schedules, rituals, boundaries. She didn't talk much. She didn't need to. She knew where your edge was. And how to move it.

At the bottom of the stairs, Amelia was waiting. Barefoot. Still. Her long hair loose around her shoulders, a silk ribbon in her hands. She was our Priora -- not elected, but grown into the role. Her voice always held something warm, but she didn't tolerate hesitation. I'd seen others fall into her gaze and come out changed.

"You can leave at any time," she said.

I nodded. I believed her. For now.

They led me into the space. I'd heard whispers -- that the initiation room was soft, warm, sacred. They were right. The basement wasn't cold. It was rounded, padded with velvet curtains and thick rugs, glowing with candlelight. In the center, a circle of pillows, a single opening like a nest.

"This is where you'll be seen," Amelia said. "But no one will watch you. Only feel you. Guide you."

She stepped forward and gently tied the silk ribbon around my eyes. The darkness didn't come all at once. It was gradual. Soft. And terrifying.

Then I felt Olivia behind me -- her hands at the hem of my shirt. I hesitated. Then raised my arms. The fabric slid off my skin. Then the bra. Cold air touched my bare breasts. My nipples tightened, not in arousal, but in pure, sharp awareness.

Next came my jeans, slow and deliberate. Only my underwear remained. For now.

I stood there. Bare. Blind. Centered.

And for the first time, I asked myself: What if I don't belong here?

What if I was too sensitive? Too nervous? Too fragile?

But I stayed.

The first touch came without warning.

A finger, barely there, traced my collarbone. Then down the curve of my right breast. No pressure. Just warmth.

My breath caught.

Another finger now, on the other side. Then hands. Exploring, circling. My nipples had already hardened. I could feel everything -- as if my skin had been turned inside out.

Then lips. A tongue.

It glided over my left nipple. Soft. Slow. Certain.

I gasped. A sound escaped me before I could stop it. Raw. Honest.

"She's opening," someone whispered. I couldn't tell who.

And suddenly I wanted more.

Something cold hit my right nipple. I flinched. Ice. It shot through my chest like lightning.

I wanted to pull away -- but hands steadied me. Not rough. Just grounding.

Then heat -- warm oil trickling down my left breast. Another tongue. Circling. Teasing.

My body melted and burned at the same time.

"Now the clamps," I heard Amelia say.

I tensed. I wanted to say wait -- but no words came.

The first clamp touched my skin -- right on the areola, then slid into place around the nipple. Pressure. A shock of pain that went straight to my core.

Then the second clamp. I gasped. My thighs twitched. My whole awareness funneled into those two small, aching points.

The clamps pulled me inward. No room left for thought. Only sensation. Only heat. Only ache.

I trembled. I wanted to stop. I wanted more. I had no idea what I wanted.

Minutes passed.

There was nothing left but my nipples. I could feel wetness against my underwear -- and no one had even touched me there. Yet.

Then the clamps came off.

A rush. Heat. Fire. The ache bloomed into something unbearable -- and then into something beautiful.

I moaned, loud and full.

Then lips again. Tongues. Fingers.

One set of lips closed around my right nipple. Sucked, gently, then firmer. The other nipple was licked, teased, then playfully bitten. I cried out.

Hands supported my hips, stroked my thighs, held my knees.

I had no control left.

I was naked. Not just outside -- but stripped bare inside, too. There was no resistance left in me.

I felt it rising. Not in my belly. Not between my legs. In my chest.

The heat surged. My back arched. My breath broke.

And I came.

I came from my nipples alone. And it was deeper than anything I had ever felt.

Silence.

Someone brushed my forehead. Untied the silk.

I blinked into the candlelight.

Amelia stood over me. She didn't smile. She only nodded.

"Now you know who you are when nothing holds you back," she said.

And I nodded, too.

Because suddenly -- there was nothing left between me and the world.