To make me even more proud the actives gave me a standing ovation when I came down the stairs. Kay said I had made the party a fantastic success and told me just to lie around for the rest of the day while the other pledges carressed my welts with a soothing ointment. I felt like an Arabian queen being taken care of by slaves.

Although the majority was on my side the more I thought about it I began feeling guilty about the spectacle I had made. I became convinced that Cathy was right. My parents, relatives and friends from high school would have fits if they knew I had let myself be whipped naked and fucked by a strange boy with my only excuse being to stay in the sorority. I also had to admit that the prospect had made me so excited I didn't really need the threat of expulsion.

That night I went to Kay and told her that I would have to resign because I was becoming perverted. I told her that she had won and that I knew I could not compete with the other rich girls.

I thought she would be glad because she had tried to force me out but increduously she said, "What are you talking about. I didn't want you to quit. I recognized me in you. I was whipped that way when I was a pledge and also came. I just wanted you to release all your crazy inhibitions so you could know the ultimate excitement.You didn't just excite yourself, you excited everyone. You have become a real asset. My boyfriend had never been excited enough to fuck me three time in a row before. I am not letting you leave now."

"You can't stop me. I am afraid of what I may become."

"Get real! In these days of feminism there are hundreds of rich men out there that would love a submissive girl. I have already had calls from boys begging me to make an exception to let you date before you are an active."

I said, "They just want me because they think I am a slut. No-one wants to marry a slut."

"You are not a slut. You are a submissive who will do what you are told. It is completely different, a slut fucks for money or even a good date. There are gobs of sluts but true submissives are rare. We only have five in the house and we look for them. If logic does not convince you I have something else. Look at this. I turned on our surveillance cameras last night."

Lines appeared on her TV then suddenly I was on the screen tied in an X shape looking totally obscene with my open pussy that I had decided to shave completely bald rather than have stubble. I had a sick excited look on my face while I looked over the audience and said, "Let the punishment begin."

Anyone seeing the tape would have been convinced I wanted it done to me. Since I had made every effort to be brave and not scream, my little howls and moans just looked like excitement. If that weren't enough seeing me strain to get more of her fingers into me and fucking and sucking my date would be the convincer. She let this sink in then said, "If you quit we will say we had to kick you out and send the tape to the school administration and your parents. You might have noticed that no- ones face can be seen but yours and the background is just a white wall that could be anywhere. We will say we found the tape in your room and naturally had to report you.You will be kicked out of school and your parents won't want to have anything to do with you. Especially your Mom. She called to tell me to set a strict curfew on you to make sure you remained a virgin until marriage."

Seeing the tape excited me again and I was glad to have the excuse to stay but I still did not want to admit it.

I hung my head and said, "You win. I'll stay and do what you want. Do you really think I will be able to marry someone rich?"

"I guarantee it. I'll screen your dates so you only date multi- millionaires. I am engaged to one since I am submissive too. I was made pledgemaster because I know what is exciting. I am turned on by seeing you whipped because I know how exciting it is. The trick is to find a man excited by submissive behavior and not some asshole that just hates women. A good master like my fiancee will more than make up for pain with love-making and presents."

I was glad that I was being forced to stay because in my wildest fantasies I had never become as excited as the night I was whipped. I could hardly wait to tell Kelly and the other girls about being blackmailed to provide an excuse for the next time I volunteered for a whipping.

The other girls had mixed feelings for me because they knew I had been through an ordeal but on the other hand I had been rewarded by orgasms and was now certain to become an active with only twelve more weeks to go.

Cathy was the only one really upset. She told me to go to the police but I told her the thought of having to go to court and the resulting publicity was totally abhorrent to me. It suddenly dawned on her that she might be on tape. She said she was going to Kay and tell her to give her the tape or she would go to the police.

She came back in about an hour shocked and crying to say she had seen the tape and was not on it but that Kay told her she didn't want girls that made threats and told her if she left now she would not tell the other sororities she had left.

Cathy said she felt terrible because she had been humiliated and abused for a month for nothing. We acted sorry for her but down deep we were happy because the rest of us were now almost assured to become actives and she was different than us anyway with her constant complaining.

The next day Kay offered to take the pledges shopping but I had spent my money on lab supplies and Kelly said she did not need anything. The other actives went to a beach party so we had the place to ourselves.

We could have worn anything we wanted but we wore our little uniforms because we had become used to being naked. We used our time to check out all the rooms including the basement.

It was eerily quiet down there and there were no windows. Before I turned on the lights it was totally black. There were shackles on the walls and ropes with cuffs on the ceiling but the frightening thing was a big square table with boat winches at the ends and two others at hip level which would pull your legs into the splits. We both shuddered at the thought of being all stretched out and left in the dark especially since we were sure there must be rats down there.

There was also some things that just looked as if they would be fun and exciting. There was three bicycle wheels with wide rubber bands hanging from them. When I turned a knob the wheels began turning and it was obvious that if you sat on the seat the bands would hit your pussy and nipples at the same time. It was obviously not meant for punishment because the switch could be reached from the seat to make the wheels turn fast or slow.

Kelly found a chair with a big rubber dick sticking up from it. When she turned the switch the dick began moving at full speed. It went so fast it was a blur but then we found a knob to slow it down and show how it turned on an off-center circle that would stretch your pussy and press every inch of it.

The last thing was a padded table with two big dicks horizontal to the table. When we turned that switch the dicks began moving back and forth making it obvious two girls could be fucked at the same time.

Kelly wanted to try them and so did I but all the dicks were big and there was no vaseline to make them slick.

I had a solution to the problem.

"Kelly... Did your date lick your pussy like mine did?"

"No. How did that feel?"

"Great! It really makes your juices flow. If we licked each other we could try the machine with two dicks."

"Gee I don't know. Does it taste bad? Would that make us lesbians?"

"No it doesn't taste bad. I was curious so I put my finger in my pussy then tasted it. There is hardly any taste. It would not make us lesbians. We both like boys. Lesbians only like girls."