"BAM BAM BAM" A gavel fell loudly on the oak meeting table of the BNG Sorority to open their monthly all-member gathering. This was one of two mandatory monthly events, this one taking place to review the girls' performances over the previous 30 days and to reward the highest achievers.
Rebecca, the president of the sorority opened the meeting by calling for the minutes to be reviewed and voted upon, asked for additions to the agenda, and then got on to the only true item that anyone was interested in.
"As you know, we are the smallest sorority on this campus of 25,000 students. Academically, we rank with the best of all of the Greek houses. Our numbers are small because members must share certain specific core interests in addition to maintaining the highest academic standards. I am proud to say that each and every one of you have maintained a GPA in excess of 3.8 this semester to date. Congratulations!" The girls applauded themselves loudly. Rebecca was tall, thin and lithe, her jet black hair pulled back in a tight, low ponytail; she wore the sorority's "uniform", a black suit jacket and pencil skirt with a white well-fitting blouse. Her 5 inch platform peep-toe heels finished the very professional look.
"Girls, it is time to confirm that you have complied with the dress code for this meeting, which is identical to the code that we maintain each and every day here. Stand and expose." The girls pushed their chairs back from the table, took one step backward, bent over and pulled up the hems of their nearly-identical suits. While the suit was not required to be worn daily, what lay beneath WAS.
First, Rebecca inspected Julie: lovely white lace garter belt and beautiful smooth thigh-high stockings from Agent Provocateur. Julie had chosen to wear a tiny white lace thong that barely covered her shaved pussy.
Jess chose a Victoria Secret number, purple garter belt and smoky gray stockings that caressed her thighs lovingly. She was shaved but for a small heart-shaped tuft that remained just above her slit.
Tina rocked a red garter ensemble that she bought at Nieman Marcus. Her stockings were a gorgeous silk pair. Rebecca not only viewed them and smiled but also ran her hand up the inside of Tina's thigh just to experience them properly.
Tracey was a tall, gorgeous blonde whose curly hair was a challenge for her to control. But it looked fantastic atop her black suit. She work black, seamed stocking and large, 1950's style white garter belt that she had found at a resale shop. Her clean cunt peeked just below the edge of the belt. Of the girls, she was the most radical, usually, when it came to her shoes. The others wore gorgeous black platforms; Tracey sported candy apple red shoes that said, "I Am Here! Notice Me!" She would like to be sorority president at the end of Rebecca's term when it expired at the end of the year.
And finally, Marie. She was a tiny little girl who wore shoes right there with the big girls and who wasn't afraid to wear short skirts that might allow her black garters to show beneath. At times her skirts were so short that her shaved pussy might get public exposure.
"Girls, you have all passed inspection. Congratulations! You are such a delightful group!"
They had been carefully screened before they were asked to pledge. The members were constantly on the hunt for members but new members were difficult to find. Candidates were seemingly obvious because two of the criteria--a love of high heels and high academic achievement--were relatively easy to identify just by looking for the best shoes on campus and then by reviewing the publicly published Dean's list. But it was more difficult to screen for the other two. You don't just ask a girl to lift her skirt so that you can see if she's wearing a garter belt, for one thing. And it takes a careful, delicate conversation to uncover that a girl loves to tie up other girls and also loves to be tied up herself. As a result, the had only 6 members and typically were only able to add 2 new members each year.
"Be seated, girls. Let's review the rest of this month's results." Careful records were kept each day regarding what was worn by the girls to class. Tracking responsibilities rotated each day. For example, Tracey was Garter Monitor this day. She noted which shoes each girl wore. The heel and platform heights were pre-measured so she merely had to note the day's chosen pair. Points were awarded for higher heels and higher platforms, although shoes rated "Too Hooker" were rejected. Points were also awarded for the wearing of skirts and dresses, although hemlines that were too high were also rejected. Again, they did not want to be known as whores. They were refined girls, after all. They were trying to maintain an image. There was a balance to maintain.
Girls wearing skirts were asked to raise them. High points were awarded for the wearing of garter belts and thigh-high stockings. Even girls who wore slacks were given these awards. Girls in slacks were required to lower them so that proper scoring was possible.
The girls were required to wear panties for hygiene purposes, but the sexiest panties were also rewarded.
Total points were accumulated and the monthly results were announced at the monthly meeting. It was always a tight race. The girls each wanted to earn the top two spots because the monthly prize was something that fired their passion for their other fetish: bondage.
"This month's top two scorers--and the participants in Saturday's Fetter Fete' will be: Oh! Tracey! and me... Congratulations, everyone! The competition was tight. Each of you accumulated enough points to be at the event and will be able to participate in a limited way."
"Tracey, you were in first place. Therefore it is your choice. What form will the competition take?"
"Thank you, Rebecca. It will be an honor to go up against you. I choose: a wrestling match. The winner will bind the loser."
Rebecca smiled. She had a black belt in karate, something that she worked hard at and was proud of. This was a thinly veiled request by Tracey to be dominated by her. Rebecca was fairly certain what the outcome would be. She couldn't wait for Saturday night!
The sorority girls made weekly trips to the local second-hand store, donating their used clothing and buying whatever they could find that could be used for bindings. They had scarves, used panty hose, used stockings, and belts from bathrobes among other things. These were stored in a well-organized trunk that was kept in the attic room in their large house. All of the items would be displayed on a table and would be easily accessible for use.
The night of the meeting, all of the girls gathered in the attic. This was the only night of the month where they were allowed to dress like sluts. And they did. Skirts were short, heels were high, stockings and garters were displayed below hems. It was a sight to behold! The four girls who were observers each stood in their own corner of the room and awaited the arrival of the two main combatants.
Rebecca and Tracey had agreed on the way the night would begin. They entered the room and announced, "Stay in your corners, girls. Remove your dresses." They silently complied. Each stood there in their bras, garter belts, thigh-high stockings, and sky-high heels. Rebecca took three scarves and a bathrobe belt from the table and stood before Marie. She motioned for Marie to extend her arms in front of her. Rebecca tied her wrists together securely and then raised Marie's arms over her head. She tied the long end of the belt over the top of the low rafter of the attic. She then used one of the scarves to bind her ankles together and then her knees. Marie had worn a tiny string bikini, which Rebecca lowered to her knees. Rebecca saw that she was already dripping female juices so she stroked her cunt once and tasted the juice. She stroked it a second time and then pushed her finger into Marie's mouth. She hungrily licked it clean. Rebecca smiled and then stretched the remaining scarf between Marie's teeth, knotting it tightly behind her head.
(all that I have time for this morning}