Chapter 3

After breakfast, which had turned out quite well, courtesy of Heather, Mira, and Ming, I found myself being escorted back to the underground crypt or vault, whatever they wished to call it, though I wasn't alone. I was blindfolded again, of course, as were the others, but so were the dozen or so guests that arrived, who appeared to belong to a sorority affiliated with Sigma Omega Sigma, judging by their dress. Yes, my blindfold was removed before theirs. I looked at the group and realized that my suspicions were correct before, as confirmed by the fact that two of the "sisters' were actually guys in drag with dog collars which indicated their submissive status.

"Fellow Sigmas, allow us to introduce to you our sister organization in this Greek Council. None of the other fraternities or sororities are like us. Beta Delta Sigma is here for one reason and one only, to train dominant women in their role and prepare them for that life. Betas were born to dominate those in their lives, regardless of sex, just as we Sigmas were born to dominate on the same basis. Some men and women are dominant, some are submissive. Some are vanilla and some are switches.

"The last group are often hardest to determine their role, and this is why we find these young women here. They are avowed switches and so their relationship to the organization must be determined once and for all. If selected for continued membership as sufficiently dominant, they can employ their submissive sides through compliance with their leaders, but still dominate their inferiors. If more submissive, they can still dominate other submissives. Here with us are also two of their alumni, who naturally supervise the behavior of the undergraduate leadership, and as with us, are the true government of their organization.

"Today is a test for them, as well as for you. Four of them and four of you will be selected to be handcuffed together for the rest of the day. Now, as you men are already proven dominant, your advancement in the organization is what is at stake here for you, or rather the pace of it. These women, however, have mediocre ranking in Beta as it is, probably due to being switches. Any serious slip-ups, and they could end up on the bottom of the pile, so to speak. Now, whatever is done, will be done together. We will see which one of you proves the bossier, more naturally dominant of the pair.

"Your cuffs will be removed at the halfway point of the day, at which point you will be given tasks to perform by a monitor from either Sigma or Beta, who meet you at the location assigned to both of you. There will be two Sigma monitors and two Beta monitors. Here are the designated places to which each pair must report at the halfway point of the day. Until, then, you can go about normal, leisurely activities, but with the key difference of being handcuffed together. Oh, and none of you are allowed to tell anyone why you're cuffed together," Brother George, who had been quiet, now commanded us.

"Yes, and to make it even more fun for all of us, you will wear the clothes that we assign you for the rest of the day. For you, sir, here's your outfit and here's the outfit for you, Lizzie," Sister Wendy instructed us, starting with a lovely Latina.

Lizzie's costume was a Catholic schoolgirl uniform, while mine was a priest's cassock! That was a rather odd choice if we were meant to start from a level playing field. It occurred to me then that Lizzie paid a penalty from the outset for admitting her switchdom. Whatever the test, it would be that much harder for her than it was for me. It also felt very odd to me, as a Jew, to have the clothing of another religion's clergy on my flesh, but I put it on, nonetheless.

I noticed that one of the other guys, Eric, was set up with an African-American girl, while the one black fellow, Clement, was matched with a blonde. Then there was Alex, a fellow of Argentine origin, who was paired with an Asian woman. It was as if they not only picked four fairly dominant and secure guys for this, but deliberately chose racial opposites. That was most intriguing to me, but I shrugged it off for the moment. What was more relevant right now was that I was being tested and I was determined to pass it. I had never expected to become involved in a secret society of sadists, but having done so, I like the sense of power that came with it, I had to admit to myself.

We were each led to separate chambers, with the other monitors taking their pledges with them to test them out without any influence from Lizzie and me ... and vice versa. The handcuffs were temporarily removed from us and Lizzie was placed on an altar on her back. She looked surprisingly calm about it, and I could have sworn that I smelled something of her feminine essence that could only be triggered by sexual pleasure.

I also enjoy the secrecy, the ritual, the whole occult aspect of this, so when they commanded me to bind my victim to the altar and tease her with a feather, I did so gladly. What struck me was that Lizzie didn't struggle against her bonds at all ... not one bit. I was most puzzled, because if I were in her place, I would have fought my restraints as long as I had breath in my lungs, no matter how futile it was. She whimpered a little, but she otherwise stayed put and let me tickle her with the feather and then with my fingers.

"Alright, what else are you going to do to her, Mark? Let's see you in action. You have several tools here and a set amount of time, but we will not tell you how much. We want to see what you'll go for, knowing that there is a time limit, but not knowing what it is. This is about judgment, impulses, and an ability to make an educated guess about the time constraints," Brother George informed me.

"For us, it will teach us how our sisters handle the suspense. In this cases, since Lizzie is on probation, as it were, it will give us a better sense of just how strong her submissive side is, how much it will affect her actions. She's in a vulnerable situation. Does she totally yield and surrender to it, or does she resist enough to prove that she really has something of a dominant aspect to her proclaimed switchdom. We are watching and her real character will come to play, I guarantee it. This is not just a game here. Her destiny is at stake here and where the stakes are high, we have to be certain. Not just a little sure, but dead certain," Sister Wendy insisted.

With that, I took some of the lube and inserted a butt-plug into Lizzie's sphincter, making her squirm a bit, but also making her notably wet. Something about ass play seemed to excite her, which was quite revealing indeed. When I took the paddle and swung it, driving the plug deeper with each smack of it on the exposed crack of her bottom, she squirmed a little more, but the scent of her arousal became very pungent and hit everyone's nose in a way that left no doubt that she had also pissed herself in the middle of things.

I continued to smack her for a little while longer, but then I moved on, taking the candles and hot wax, which I began to slowly drip over her legs as if putting icing on a cake or frosting on a pastry. With every drizzle, she jumped a little, but she became even more excited. Whatever dominant side Lizzie claimed to have, it escaped me. She seemed more like a complete sham ... an absolute submissive, through and through. When I took a small saucer and scooped up the fluids from her own snatch to feed them to her, she moaned quite audibly in response. She also drank down even her own piss without any complaint.

That was when I dealt the real trump card. I lifted her top just enough and stuck the nipple clamps on Lizzie's tits, which prompted a slow-building orgasm to peak and her full-throated cry of ecstasy to escape her lips. Brother George looked to Sister Wendy, since Lizzie was her responsibility, to get her reaction. She made the gesture for the knife-across-the-throat, indicating that it was time to end things, quite mercifully.

As Lizzie was let out of her bonds, sure enough, I was put on the altar myself and bound in turn. When Lizzie was instructed to play with me, she began unzipping my pants and sucking my cock. Sister Wendy waited to see if she was just teasing me, while Brother George watched me struggle with the restraints, clearly not happy about being bound. In fact, I had a serious phobia about that, thanks to an incident when I was younger. While Lizzie's lips and tongue were pleasing, I could have done without the bonds, thank you very much. There were a serious buzz kill.

Finally, it seemed, both of them saw enough. I was yanked free of the restraints and permitted to stand up, but not permitted to pull up my pants, nor was she allowed to put her top or skirt back into place. Sister Wendy smacked each of us across the ass with her bare hands, stinging our buttocks, but the contrast between my semi-hardness from the skin contact and Lizzie's moaning of absolute pleasure from the spanking was undeniable. Abruptly, the slaps ended and my reddened cheeks got some relief after all.

"Geez, do we really need all day to reach a verdict in this case?" George complained, his own views quite settled.

"Not really, but she should still stay with him for the rest of the day. It will get her used to the idea of service. Lizzie, do you understand what has happened here?" Wendy demanded.

"Yes, Sister Wendy," Lizzie pouted.

"What is that, Lizzie?" Wendy was very stern now.

"I ... failed. I proved to be submissive ... please, don't tell my mother. She's a lifelong member and she would be embarrassed that I didn't make it. I had to try, Sister Wendy, but I confess that I knew along that I am no switch. If I didn't claim to be one, though, I wouldn't have made it this far," Lizzie begged Sister Wendy.

"Just as I thought. And just as your mother thought, in fact. Don't worry about your Mommy ... she's right here, aren't you, Victoria?" Wendy turned to a tall Tejana beauty who had been in the shadows, wearing only a black corset and crotchless panties.

"It's okay, mi hija. I understand. I've known this for a while, sweetie. You can't help that you're like your father. Just like him, you live to serve and obey. Not all women can be Dommes. I don't think any less of you for it. However, it does mean that your life will be on the receiving end of the pain and bondage, not that you will mind it. As for you ... Mark, is it? Thank you for discovering what my princess is all about. We suspected it from day one and we've had our eyes out for signs of her submissive nature. If I might make an official request, however ... can Lizzie become Mark's personal slut ... more than the others? Oh, I trust that he'll share, just as the others do. Nor would I expect him to be faithful to a fucktoy like her. It's just that she needs and deserves the best hand to bring her to heel in just the right balance. Gentle at times, tough at others. She's a very sweet girl. She's never done well on her own. I'd really like to see her bound to a good master for life if possible," Victoria explained with her tongue sliding across her lips in anticipation of seeing her daughter become someone's private pet ... my plaything.