Mark’s back was a much more comfortable seat for Crystal than a hard office chair as she did her college coursework in her dorm room.
“Femdom Sorority” female domination/female supremacy erotica by Chrissy Wild:
Femdom Sorority
Joe had tried to show that he was tough but his eyes betrayed his fear. As the beautiful young woman stopped in front of him and gave his naked, vulnerable body a good long look and smiled at him, he knew he had been chosen to compete in the sorority pledge games. He knew he had a painful and sexually tortuous week ahead of him, and that the outcome of the week may decide the rest of his life. That’s why the sexy 21 year old female senior smiled. It was good to be in a sorority.
College in the mid-21st century is a great experience, depending on who you ask. One little detail about a student’s application made all the difference. It didn’t matter what a student’s grade point average was or what they scored on college placement exams, or how many extracurricular activities they participated in, or how well written the application essay was. Any potential student’s quality of life all rested on one simple letter next to one simple question: gender. If the student wrote ‘F,’ then life was good.
For the unlucky students who were born with male parts, and who have to admit this detail about themselves by writing an ‘M’ next to gender, life is very different. For students like Joe, who had the misfortune of being born with a penis in the modern era, life is anything but good. He and his fellow male students were about to embark on a rude awakening of how modern life treats members of the male sex.
In the early 21st century, universities needed to tip the scales more in favor of women, so that they could advance in the work force. The government had enacted several gender atonement laws to pay males back for centuries of sexism. Even though modern men were born long after gender inequality, and they themselves most definitely didn’t mistreat women (it’s laughably unheard of now), they must pay for the sins of men going back to Adam.
Over the years, society began to treat males and females quite differently. It became clear that females were to be worshiped by males, and for the rest of time, the genders would be consider unequal. Females are superior.
Men now go through a sort of separate college education alongside their female superiors. The “education” mostly consists of serving the females. Anything they might learn is from overhearing lectures while young ladies sit on their faces or backs, or do whatever else they want to do with/to them.
What had Joe so worried was that, in addition to serving his betters throughout his four years, he had been chosen to compete in sorority games to see if he or his fellow competitors will serve the sorority members as sex servants and subjects of extreme torture and humiliation for years after graduation. To top it off, the lucky winner of the competition may get chosen to serve as a lifelong mate/servant/male to one of the women.
If Joe was chosen as the final winner, his life as he knows it would be over. His citizenship would be revoked, and his rights and any documents proving that he was a dignified human being become null and void. He would be forbidden to speak ever again unless his mistress spoke to him. He would be forbidden to ever wear clothes and must be forever naked, unless his mistress had some sort of devices for him to wear, in addition to his government issued chastity device, and the standard sensory deprivation attire like blindfolds/ear muffs/ball gag/etc. He would become simply another object in his mistress’s house.
Life wasn’t without its perks for the lucky chosen Most males, when they fulfill their female serving duties in college and “graduate,” go on to one of two life paths for males, depending on whether or not their female students liked them. They could go on to serve women above ground, or toil in the underground industrial complex which keeps the economy going. The males of society work and slave 16 to 20 hour shifts every day, while the females above ground enjoy their feminine privilege and live a life of luxury, ease, and constant sexual satisfaction.
It’s the giving of constant sexual satisfaction to beautiful young women that makes life as a servant male a good one. Joe knew that, though he also knew he would suffer extreme physical, psychological and emotional distress, he would also always have a pussy to worship. When his mistress whips him for some minor infraction, or has him mutilated or tortured for what his mistress believes is a major infraction, he will likely still be her servant and will always be able to make it up to her with hour after hour of pampering and servitude. No matter how cruel his mistress may be, he will be able to worship her pussy and ass, and that is the best a modern male can hope for.
In general, however, it’s best for a man to leave college to become just another anonymous male, to live in the cramped male pens and to go to work in any of the many workplaces above ground that cater to anything a woman may want. Males work in the salons, the spas, the restaurants, etc. They wait on sidewalks and in malls or other retail stores to serve as a face-seat or mouth-ashtray. They serve as punching bags, human benches or stationary bike face-seats in the gyms. They are fitted in cunnilingus chairs anywhere a woman may stop to sit from her busy day of shopping or entertainment, and have their pussy eaten by the male’s face, which is secured facing the seat cushion where a woman’s pussy would be when she sits down.
They have no names, but are branded on their naked asses an identification number, or the name of their mistress. Men are useful objects or servants above ground, and most women completely disregard their existence as human beings.
Those men are able to serve their betters all day and go back to their pens to eat their nutri-gruel from troughs, get hosed down with cold, fragrant water by their female supervisors, and sleep. They can dream about the next female they will serve, and hope to get some acknowledgment or any attention at all from the superior gender.
But those chosen to serve as sex objects for life may get too much attention. They serve as stress release for their mistresses so will be whipped daily so his female can let off steam. They serve as outlets for natural female cruelty and may be punished in horrible and creative ways for no reason whatsoever, other than the fact that his mistress decided he should be punished.
They may never get a break from their service. When their mistress sleeps, the male must be chained to her bed with his face in her pussy or ass. He must be quick with the bedpan when she starts to relieve herself. He is a full bathroom attendant and must bathe her, clean her dirty parts, lick the toejam out from between her toes, lick out the lint from her bellybutton, dispose of her used tampons, and open his mouth to be used as a sink when she brushes her teeth. The male rests his head face up for his female to sit on when she eats meals, all prepared by him, and then provide his face as a seat on the couch or bed for the rest of the time she sits.
When she wants to go for a walk somewhere, the male is fitted with a saddle and crawls on his hands and knees while his female rides him. After his mistress finishes her plate at mealtime, she scrapes all the leftovers into the male’s mouth. She decides whether or not the male gets to eat it or spit it out into the trash. The same goes for when she picks her teeth or spits out fat or a bone, etc. He is constantly at her beck and call for anything she may want.
On the bright side, the male gets to have as much oral sex as he can imagine. He just won’t be receiving any. Rather he’ll be giving it to many beautiful women. As far as having an orgasm himself, it is strictly forbidden from him for life, unless his mistress decides to allow it.
Joe and two other naked male students stood in front of the sorority house. The other male students all got to leave and begin their service to their fellow female students. Aside from the males who receive bad grades from their females and who are sent to the underground labor camps, they were all going to be somewhat free after graduation.
The woman who chose Joe and the two others was dressed down, but still stunningly gorgeous. She had her brown hair up, and wore a dark gray tight top, pink sweatpants, and furry pink slippers.
“I’m Jen,” she said. “You may call me ‘ma’am.’”
She looked over her three naked specimens, all of whom had raging erections from both the humiliation and hotness of standing naked and vulnerable in front of such a hot woman.
“Starting now, your lives will be very different from what you were used to. You know that females are the superior gender. Right?”
“Yes, ma’am,” the men replied in unison.
“Before, you just simply knew that fact and treated females with respect, as you still should. But from now on, you will worship and serve your superiors in every way that pleases us, or you will face severe consequences.”
Jen walked up to Joe and looked him over up and down.
“First things first,” she said. “You need to learn proper posture. When a woman talks to you, you should have your hands behind your back to completely expose your genitals and stomach so the woman may grab, knee, kick, punch or slap your dick or balls, and punch your stomach or slap your face.”
The woman didn’t have to wait long for the three of them to comply with this new rule. Joe was the last to put his hands behind his back.
“There are penalties for being last,” Jen said, and then she punched Joe in the stomach, making him go down on one knee. “While you’re down there, look at this.”
Jen grabbed the back of Joe’s head and pulled his face close to her pussy.
“You will respect the pussy,” said Jen. “You will act faster when given an order.”
“Yes, ma’am,” said Joe.
“Get up.”
Joe stood up and quickly put his hands behind his back. He was opening himself up to another hit, but didn’t dare try to shield himself. He had to trust in the woman not to hit him again, so he obeyed her.
“If you are sitting on the floor, you need to put both hands on your knees, sit on your heels up straight, and keep your face down. Speak only when spoken to and respond with ‘ma’am’ at the end of the sentence, or if the woman prefers, ‘mistress.’ You will always rise whenever a female enters the room. You will always bow when spoken to.”
Jen slowly paced in front of the three men.
“Let me explain what’s going on. It used to be that sororities, and even those disgusting fraternities before they were abolished, would haze and initiate new freshman or freshwomen pledges. Nowadays, it’s the freshwomen who are the hazers and initiators. They don’t haze each other or any other women, but rather, they haze and initiate the new male students. It’s a good initiation, too, because it lets young men experience how the real world will be when they leave college. It teaches them to respect and honor their betters, and get used to serving, while giving them the skills necessary to worship women in the real world. Here you’ll learn how to lick pussy and ass, suck on tits, and use your fingers or a strapon, either a chin strapon or a dildo that goes over your chastity device. You’ll learn how to obey without even thinking. You will be made into good male citizens.
“Most males get to serve their female students and do their schoolwork and write their essays, do their dishes, wash their clothes, massage them, etc. and then they get to leave college and serve the female populace at large, whether above or below ground. One of you, however, will be chosen to be the sorority’s bitch the whole four years, and then you will be given over to the sorority member who has been voted the cruelest, to serve her for life.
“You will compete. It’s all a matter of perspective about who ‘wins’ or ‘loses.’ If you win certain games, you may be allowed to leave and not be the bitch. If you lose other games, you may get points that will eventually make you the bitch. So what is winning or losing? We may consider your winning of the games as a reason to keep you, or we may decide that if you win the games, you get a break, and get to leave. Either way, you won’t know until the end if we decide to keep you or not.
“Oh, and as a reminder, all of this, including any punishment that any female gives you is all in the fine print of the college application you filled out. You all consented to all of this.
“Now, first two to kiss my ass get points.”
One of the men didn’t hesitate for a second, but rushed up to behind Jen, knelt down, and kissed her ass. The other male quickly followed suit. By the time Joe realized he was last, he tried to rush forward to kiss Jen’s ass, but was met with a vicious slap across the face that stopped him in his tracks.
“Tisk, tisk, boy,” Jen said. “Too slow again. You might want to think about how you’re going to improve yourself in the near future. Otherwise, you may end up a permanent bitchboy or an underground slave with the mutants. Shape up.”
Joe held his head in shame. He knew he had to shape up or he’d be in a world of hurt soon.
“Follow me,” said Jen.
Jen led the men into the sorority building. They walked past several men on all fours in the foyer, serving as tables. Both had the handles of umbrellas inserted into their rectums to hold them. They walked past several rooms where men were rubbing women’s feet, or massaging them, or serving them drinks.
They walked into a room where there were about thirty hot young women.
“These are the freshwomen who will decide your fate,” Jen said to the men.
The women were all smiles, checking out the bodies of the naked men. They knew that one of them would be bringing each of them to orgasm repeatedly for four years. Whoever is the cruelest to the man will be chosen to control him for the rest of his life.
The women rushed the men and had their hands all over them. They smacked or pinched their asses. Being drunk, there was much laughing and teasing coming from the freshwomen. Some of them weren’t drinking, but they were all drunk with power.
“This one,” Jen said to the group of women, poking her finger in Joe’s chest, “failed to worship my female ass by kissing it.”
The crowd booed and murmured angrily among themselves.
“If he didn’t want to worship my ass,” Jen continued, “then it’s his ass I will punish. It’s time for a good old fashioned spanking!”
With that, the crowd erupted in cheers.
“Ladies, take your seats,” said the senior to the freshwomen. “You two, get a chair and put it in the center of the room.”
The other two men quickly found an unoccupied chair and brought it in the center of the room, facing the other couches and chairs with the female spectators. Jen took her seat in the center chair.
“Get over my lap and show these ladies how much you can stick out that cute butt of yours.”
Joe’s face turned bright red. He realized he had no way out of this. He was to be spanked by a woman only a couple years older than he was, in front of a group of 30 young women his age. He was already naked and humiliated in front of them, but this was a thousand times worse. It was the most degrading and emasculating thing he could think of. Jen smiled cruelly at Joe and waited.
Joe walked up to the chair and positioned himself so his belly was over her legs, with his feet and hands touching the floor on either side of her.
“I’m going to use a belt instead of my hand if you don’t stick that ass up and out,” Jen told the humiliated man on her lap.
He did his best to straighten his back so his ass pointed up and out, to give his disciplinarian better access to his cheeks and asshole, in case she wanted to insert something in it.
Jen put her left hand on Joe’s neck to keep him in his place and raised her right hand, with palm flat, high in the air. Joe squinted and braced himself mentally for the humiliating spank. She brought her hand down and spanked him viciously hard, making a loud clap sound that echoed throughout the room.
It was a sting of pain from the spank that hit Joe, but also the sting of humiliation. Growing up, he had been taught never to dare even think of defending himself against a female, even if she was beating him ferociously. He was told to take it like a man. In school he was often the whipping boy for a female student so that whenever she got in trouble, he was whipped to teach her a lesson.
He was no stranger to spankings and whippings at the hands of females, but this seemed worse than all of that. He was a grown man, and he just enrolled in college, and here he was being spanked by a female student he had just met, for the crime of not rushing to kiss her ass when she wanted it. He won’t make that mistake again.
She spanked him again. The sadistic women were quite pleased, and applauding or cheering Jen on. Some were playing with themselves in the excitement. One of them ordered one of the other men to get on his knees and eat her pussy while she watched the spanking.
Jen spanked him repeatedly, so many times that everyone lost count. He was in tears and his ass purple when she told him to rise. He held his head down especially low after he stood, giving Jen the full respect she deserved.
Jen looked over at the other two men and saw that one of them still had a raging hardon. She surmised that he must have enjoyed watching the spanking, either because he wanted to be spanked himself, or he enjoyed seeing Joe receive the punishment.
“You,” she said, pointing to the erect man. “Come here.”
“Yes, ma’am,” the man said, running over to Jen.
“You,” she said, pointing to Joe, “will suck him until he comes in your mouth. If you don’t complete that task, or if he loses his erection, you both will instantly lose the competition and remain our bitches for the remainder of your enrollment here.”
Both looked uneasy, and hesitated to move. The one man still had an erection.
“On your knees,” Jen said, “and begin.”
Joe didn’t want to punished like the spanking he just received for the rest of his life, so he realized he had to obey. He never did anything gay before and considered himself 100% straight, but a woman told him to do something and he must obey. The other man must have at least been bi-curious, because he still seemed as aroused as ever after hearing that Joe will suck his dick.
The abused and degraded Joe got down on his knees. He couldn’t believe how big the dick was pointing at his face. He had never been so close to an erect penis before. Joe took the plunge, grabbed the massive dick and put his mouth on it.
He started to slobber on it, getting it nice and wet with his mouth, and began to suck up and down the shaft. The man receiving the blow job simply closed his eyes and most likely imagined a beautiful woman’s mouth was slobbering on his dick. No matter who the man thought of, he clearly enjoyed getting head. Women obviously don’t suck dicks any more, so guys like him have to take it however they can get it.
The man started to hump Joe’s face, and rock his hips forward and back, letting his dick slide in and out of Joe’s warm, wet mouth. Joe, with eyes closed, still had a tense eyebrow. He knew he had to bring this guy to orgasm, so he sucked and sucked as best he could.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity for Joe, but only a couple minutes for the other guy, the guy grunted and shot his load in Joe’s mouth. Joe let the dick shoot the gobs of come on his tongue and held the load in his mouth when the guy pulled his dick out.
After the other guy got flaccid and stepped back, Joe, still on his knees, and still with a mouthful of hot come in his mouth, looked to Jen for guidance on where to spit the jizz out.
“Swallow it,” Jen told him.
Before she could get up, Joe closed his eyes, and swallowed the entire gooey mess. He sat there on the floor in shame. The women were very pleased.
Jen dismissed Joe’s emotional state completely as if nothing soul-crushingly emasculating didn’t just happen to him, and she went straight into the next event.
“Ladies, form three lines,” Jen instructed the freshwomen.
The women all got up and lined up at three couches.
“These males will lay face up on the couches,” she continued. “Each woman will get bottomless, face the man’s feet, and sit on his face. You will ride him until you get your first orgasm. The men can use their mouths, tongues, and noses as well as they can to get the woman to orgasm. As much as you’ll want to continue to ride, and smother the man again and again, you will get up and let the next woman sit down after you’ve orgasmed.”
Jen rearranged the columns so that there were an equal number of women in each line.
“The man whose line moves fastest and every woman gets a ride and an orgasm, wins. Then there’s second place, and then the man who has the last women in his line, in other words, the slowest man, will be the loser. The winning group of women will get to take turns riding their man’s face all night long.”
The men all laid down on the couch and waited for the groups of female asses to smother them and ride them.
“And… begin!” Jen shouted as the first woman of each column took her seat on each man’s face.
The women rode the faces like they were on mechanical bulls. Some sat and smothered the man, leaving him with little air, and occasionally letting the exhalations from his nose hit their anuses. Others scratched and clawed at the man’s chest and belly, leaving bloody gashes as they waited for them to eat their pussy and bring them to orgasm. Others hopped and bounced, nearly breaking the men’s noses and crushing their aching heads. Some rocked back and forth, and others swung their hips from side to side.
Cum poured into the men’s mouths, noses, and eyes. Jen had to help remove some of the eager women after they reached orgasm, to keep the line moving. The excited women in line played with their clits in anticipation of the riding event ahead.
As the lines moved, it was clear that Joe’s line was slowest. It wasn’t all his fault, though. One of the women, a redhead, was riding her pale ass on Joe’s face from orgasm to orgasm and she wasn’t getting off of him, but rather she was getting off in another way, again and again. She was breaking the rules and causing Joe’s line to stop, while the other two men brought woman after woman to orgasm. Joe knew she was supposed to get off, but what was he supposed to do? He didn’t dare speak when not spoken to, or dare to ask the superior woman riding his face to get off of him, nor could he stop eating her pussy, for fear of the extremely painful consequence of disobedience.
Finally, Jen pulled the redhead off of Joe so the other women could get their turn. The shortest and most petite one of the group, a brunette with her hair in pigtails, sat on Joe’s face. She didn’t rock, but just sat, with Joe’s nose in her ass crack. She smacked his balls. She spoke a word for each hard smack she delivered to his aching testicles, while she sat on his face.
“This… is… for… making… me… wait… you… horrible… male… bastard… piece… of… fucking… shit.”
She eventually and mercifully began to have an orgasm, either from slightly rocking her clit on Joe’s mouth while she beat him, or from the sheer pleasure of beating a man’s genitals. She began to rock her wet pussy all around Joe’s face while she squeezed his balls tightly and pulled them up. As she began having more intense orgasms, she squeezed harder and pulled up on his scrotum until Joe thought she was going to either pop the balls, or rip the sac off. All he could do was lay there, with his hand at his sides and take the woman’s torture. Even if she popped his balls or tore them off, there was nothing he could do, but lay there and obey, letting the female do as she pleased.
When the final woman got off Joe’s face, the whole room was watching. They all knew he had the slowest line, and that he lost the game.
“Get up,” Jen said.
Joe rose and looked toward Jen with his glistening come-smeared face toward the floor. He couldn’t explain himself unless Jen asked him to. Even then, he wasn’t sure if he could blame a female for his inadequacies, even though it was definitely the red-haired woman who screwed him up, causing him to lose.
“You are a pathetic excuse for a man, even as far as men go,” Jen said, with her arms folded across her chest.
She addressed the whole crowd.
“I know we had a week of games ahead of us and you all were going to chose which pathetic man will be your bitch for four years, and then vote who will own him for life. I’m afraid there has been a change of plans. This one,” she said, pointing to Joe, “will not be competing anymore. Don’t worry, I will find a replacement for him. The other two and the new one will continue to compete. This one is such a terrible specimen of male, that I must own him myself and teach him properly. He is no longer a student or even a citizen as of right now. As a female senior in college, I have complete authority to do whatever I want with any man, and this is what I want. This thing is my property now.”
Joe didn’t know what to think. At least he wasn’t going to the mines. But now he was stuck with this horrible woman, who will surely torture him and treat him like shit for life.
Jen walked up to Joe and kneed him in the balls, causing him to drop to the floor.
“You didn’t kiss my ass,” said Jen, looking down on him. “But you will have a lifetime of opportunity to make up for it. Look up at me.”
Joe, still in severe pain, and holding his aching balls, looked up at Jen, who pulled the front of her sweatpants down to reveal her shaved pussy.
“Know your place, and kiss my pussy,” she told him.
Joe leaned in and put his lips on hers and kissed. He kissed slowly and repeatedly, kissing along the sides of her slit as well as her clit.
“Man’s place is beneath woman,” she told him.
Joe looked up at his new mistress’s green eyes. She was truly beautiful to him, and he knew with every ounce of his being that she told the truth.
“I’ll be sure you never forget that for one second of your miserable life for the rest of your days,” she said.
“Thank you, ma’am,” said Joe.
Jen smiled at her new property, knowing she will make a man of him.
More femdom facesitting and humiliation erotica by Chrissy Wild.