Sigma Alpha Sigma Pt. 03

From this, it was pretty clear that izmit escort Marilyn did something she shouldn’t have with another student. What it was I did not know. Nor did I know the punishment.

Rebecca finished by saying, “That is all I can tell you. What we are to witness is Mar’s confession and the punishment that is meted out for her transgression.”

With that, I watched the other two chat as if we were at dinner and as if what was about to happen was not about to happen. But I thought Rebecca was far more relaxed than was Carol.

A gong was sounded, and the three of us got up. We followed Rebecca out, though we had to wait for another line to start down the stairs before we could. When we reached the living room, we waited. Alice, whose normal spot was taken on the sofa, moved to a chair to the sofa’s right and senior sister Two to its left. Then the other senior sisters took seats and the junior sisters sat opposite their mistresses, and I stood behind Carol’s chair.

Paula rose. She was Marilyn’s senior.

“Ladies, as I believe all of you have been told, we are here today because Mar violated one of our few rules.” Marilyn looked like she would puke. Her junior, Erica, was stoic, looking straight on, not having moved since we came in.

“Stand, Mar.”

Marilyn stood.

“Tell your family what you did.”

Marilyn looked across to the juniors and sophomores. She waited, shaking slightly.

“I kissed someone who was not in my line.”

“Explain.”

“It was a friend from freshman year. We’d…we’d been intimate, and I was very close to her. We resumed our friendship–“

Paula interrupted.

“As you know, ladies, there is nothing inappropriate about resuming or gaining friendships with anyone who is not one of our sisters. Is that all you did, Mar?”

“No, Mistress. It was between classes, and we were in the ladies’ room. No one else was there, and she pushed me against the wall and suddenly she was kissing me.”

“And did you encourage her?”

“I swear I didn’t. Or at least I don’t think I did.”

“What happened next?”

“I kissed her back. Hard. I pulled her mouth to mine and kissed her and my hand reached down to her…to the front of her shorts until someone entered the room, and we broke up.”

“Had someone not entered, would you have broken the kiss? Would you have…touched her?”

“I…I don’t know. Mistress, I am so sorry.”

“How did we come to learn of this transgression?”

“Later, in class, she tried to kiss me. Just making fun, you know? When I pulled away, she said so half the class heard it, ‘oh you weren’t so shy with your tongue in the bathroom before.’ I knew word would get around, so I called Erica and told her what I did.”

“Would you have confessed had you not thought you would be caught?”

Again, Marilyn paused. “No.”

“But you did confess. That counts in your favor. So, tell your sisters, did you violate the rules?”

“Yes.”

“Do you regret it?”

“Yes.”

“Are you willing to be punished?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

Throughout this, Erica did not seem to move. Surely now she would.

Paula looked at Marilyn.

“Strip.”

Again she paused, but Marilyn pulled her dress over her head. As expected, she was naked, and she put the dress on the sofa.

“Rotate slowly in front of everyone.”

Marilyn slowly turned. She was easily the most beautiful woman among us, and I and I am sure most of the others lusted after her body. We had seen it plenty of times, of course, on the third floor, but this display was different. That was natural. This was humiliation.

When she finished her turn, Paula said she could get dressed. There was a visible sigh of relief around the room, at least among izmit anal yapan escort the sophomores. While none of us would want to suffer such humiliation, it was over quickly.

Then Paula said, “Er,” and her sub rose. Marilyn looked confused.

Paula looked at her. “Strip your Erica.” This was unexpected, having Marilyn be the tool of what was plainly to be her mistress’s humiliation and not just her own. She waited longer than Paula appreciated.

“Now!” It was a display of authority I’d not seen before in the house. Marilyn rushed to Erica, bending down to lift the gown off her. I wondered whether they, too, had a nipple kissing ritual, but if they did Marilyn wisely thought it best not to follow it. Then Erica was naked and ordered to slowly turn for us to ogle her. We all knew we had to look, and I did and felt ashamed that I did. I realized Marilyn was beginning to cry. When Erica finished her turn, Paula walked from the room, and Erica followed. Uncertain at first, the still naked Marilyn followed. When they were gone, Alice stood, and the same senior-junior-sophomore trio went from the room followed by the rest of us.

We turned down the hall. It was tight, but we all fit. I noticed that the sideboard that was normally along the wall to the left of where the staircase began was gone as were the two landscapes that were above it. The removals revealed four eyelets on the wall. Paula removed something from a small table that was to the left of the stairs. It was a box, and it jingled when she lifted it.

“Mar. You have confessed to being intimate with someone who is not of your line. You confess that you should not have done it and that you would not have told your junior of it had you not feared being caught. That you admitted to it to your junior and then to all of your sisters is something that is in your favor and will mitigate the duration of your punishment. Er?”

Erica turned so her back was to the wall. Marilyn suddenly understood and watched as Erica backed up so her naked body was against the wall.

“Mar.” Marilyn stepped forward. “You are to bind your Mistress’s arms and legs to the wall.” Marilyn again froze until her mistress repeated, “Now!” Marilyn grabbed the cuffs and chains and first secured Erica’s wrists and then her ankles to the wall. Her legs were not too spread, and her feet remained on the floor, placed on either edge of a towel. Instead of going above her head, the wrist restraints were to the side so as not to strain the shoulders.

With her secure, Marilyn stepped back, in full cry.

“Because you confessed,” Paula said, “the sentence is three nights. Your mistress will be here each of the next three nights from six until midnight. You, Mar, will be confined to Erica’s room for those hours. At midnight, you will come down and release her. The keys will be kept on the table behind us. By six each night, you shall secure her.”

She turned to the sophomores. “This is how you will be punished. Through your direct Mistress. I do not say this lightly. If my sub Er were to act inappropriately, it would be me chained to this wall. That goes for all of us. And for the seniors, our president has the distinction of being the proxy for any of their transgressions. She will be the one naked and helpless in front of all of us.”

We all looked at Alice. “It is a privilege that I never hope to enjoy,” which helped lighten the mood. She followed it by saying, “Yes, ladies. You are to go about your business as if nothing is different. You may ignore the humiliation of Erica. Or you may actively engage with it. By staring at her when you pass. It is up to you. Now please return to your rooms and resume your lives.”

I waited until Carol grabbed izmit yabancı escort my hand, and we were among the first to go up. Nothing needed to be said, but I told her I prayed I would not do something that led to her humiliation.

We were still in our first-day clothes, and she said she hoped and expected that I would not.

For the next nights, I avoided going to the ground floor as much as possible. When I did, I caught sight of Erica. I wanted to comfort her in some ways, but I knew I could not.

Of course, we avoided Marilyn when she was not confined to her room, and she looked to be as miserable a creature as I have ever seen. Indeed, even when she was not technically confined, she remained in her room as much as possible.

Shortly before midnight on the third day, Carol told me to follow her downstairs. There was no need, she said, to get dressed. I was, as ever, naked on the third floor. When we got to the bottom of the steps, we saw Erica, looking miserable. She watched us pass, and I detected a slight smile as we went into the living room. It was in its normal, non-formal configuration, and Carol and I found seats together.

By the time the clock struck, the juniors and sophomores of all the lines (except Four) were there, and a moment later we heard chains hit the ground, and then Marilyn saying, “can you ever forgive me?” We waited several minutes, quietly, until we knew she and Erica were upstairs. Paula came into the living room.

“Ladies. Punishments are very rare in this house. But they must happen sometimes.”

With that, she left, and I followed Carol to her room.

Erica and Marilyn were louder next door than I ever heard them but I did not have long to notice as Carol had ripped her pants and panties off and spread on the bed ordering me to service her, which I did.

The First-Meeting

Sometimes I did not think Carol was very good at the mistress business. I spoke to my sophomore sisters, and they told of evenings in which they were tempted to pull out their safe word, although none had. Using it would not end one’s membership. If a sub used it, she and her mistress would stop and talk about it, assessing each of their limits, and making adjustments as necessary.

I never came close to using my safeword. More than anything, Carol and I shared a common purpose, and that was to adore her body, and that was what I did. But unlike some, she did not use a chain to lock me via my collar to the bed, a largely symbolic move that most of the others endured. Nor was I made to sleep on the floor, as happened in a few cases with others. To be clear, none of these sophomore sisters objected to being treated in that way. It was clear, though, that each line evolved in its own way and each line was autonomous from the others.

It was about a week after the incident with Marilyn, on a Saturday morning, that Carol told me we were going on a road trip. She called it the “First Meeting.” A few of the other sophomores had gone on one and told me they met others in their lines, so I knew what to expect.

I was told Carol’s car was better than Rebecca’s, so we piled into that, though Rebecca did the actual driving. We were each dressed as if we were having dinner in one of the nicer restaurants in town. It took forty-five minutes or so to get to the city, and we pulled up in front of a high-end hotel. We took the elevator to a suite on the twenty-second floor. En route, Rebecca told me we were to meet four or five of “our mistresses.” When we entered the suite, four women in their late twenties or early thirties were spread over the furniture.

One said we were waiting for “one more,” and then another offered us all drinks. I was underage, of course, but she said a “little white wine wouldn’t kill you.” I was introduced to each of the women. Carol told me in the car that the protocol was for the formal introduction ceremony to take place when everyone was there, but for the initial one, it was enough that I kiss each of the other women.

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