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Secret Girls Club Part XII-XVII
(Dove learns a wrestling move she wants to use on Kimmy Kim and it proved effective.)
I manhandled my four-foot tall fuzzy bear all day trying to perfect a move I wanted to use on Kimmy Kim, or KK, that evening.
The idea was to get your left arm under the opponent’s right shoulder
and push until she loses all willpower. The key is to wrap your legs
around hers to totally control the situation. You’re still trying to
pin her but it can be a long, painful and humiliating time before it’s
over.
I had to make sure I was also trying to relieve her of her clothing, so the ref didn’t think I was stalling.
KK, whom I began thinking of as ‘Kinky Kid,’ didn’t indulge in most
competitions. She had lost badly late in her freshman year and avoided
any contact ever since. And Christa said KK loved feminine contact.
My win over Christa filled me with confidence and changed my
relationship with her. She knew I was not girlfriend material, so she
accepted it and we became even closer as friends.
I knew I had
gained the upper hand in our relationship and I could demand more of
her. That kind of power is like getting drunk on your dad’s warm beer.
It went to your head.
Nobody else paid much attention to me in
the basement, since I was still the only freshman in the club and
everyone thought me and Christa were working out our ‘problematic
relationship’ by climbing on the mat. Christa’s lie was still true to
most of the rest of the school.
Taking on KK, who was really just a bully and jealous of me, would wake up the rest of the club members.
The second we stepped onto the mat, I knew I could have stripped her in
a matter of minutes. She tried to use brute strength to gain the upper
hand. I easily warded off all her efforts.
At one point, she
grabbed my hair with both hands. That’s when I brought my right leg
behind her legs and tripped her. She had to let go of me to cushion her
fall and that was all the time I needed to wrap my legs around hers and
got my left arm under her right shoulder.
KK was helpless,
her right arm waving uselessly over her head and her left arm pinned
under her body. It was time for a little fun. I was able to push hard
enough to elicit strange little high-pitched noises that indicated she
was in distress. I used mt teeth to rip a hole in her T-shirt and
gradually tore it open, exposing her over-sized boobs.
I kept tearing the shirt until the only thing left was the collar, which I allowed her to keep on for the time-being.
I was in my element, completely in control. She couldn’t do a thing to
attack me nor to escape. She was caught in my trap and she gradually
became aware she was nothing more than a plaything.
I turned
her on her back and told her to keep her arms above her head unless she
wanted more torture. She nodded, physically spent. Then I got up,
turned my back to her and reached down, slowly unzipping her shorts and
bring them down her legs and off. Then I repeated the process with her
panties.
I was so turned on I might have had sex with Christa
right then and there. I kept reminding myself to use my head and not my
libido.
I made her raise her legs so I could unlace and
remove each shoe without bending over, further humiliating her. On the
spur of the moment, I had her remove her own socks with her teeth. She
was limber but it still took a little effort.
She couldn’t
move she was so strained, so I grabbed an ankle in each hand and
dragged her off the mat before being her some time to recover.
I really wanted to tie her upside down but she refused. I went with the
basic over-the-head tie at the Wall of Fame. Part of the bargaining was
that I owed her body while she was tied up. I started by tickling under
her arms and she never went crazy with laughter.
Then I handed
her body over to Christa, who proceeded to rub KK all the right ways. I
heard her moaning. That’s when I figured they’d get back together with
my blessings.
Her three other friends were there and
approached me with their heads bowed. They apologized for their parts
in the attack earlier in the week and asked if there was something they
could do for penance.
I got them to agree to a three-way strip
poker game, with me as the permanent dealer. By the end of the game,
two of them were completely naked and one was left in just panties. It
felt so good to be in charge like that, watching them strip off each
piece of clothing and becoming more and more embarrassed.
I
didn’t tie them up but I did assign them a forfeit. The two naked girls
had to rub lotion over every inch of each other. When they finished, I
had panty girl get between them and requested a bearhug to last at
least five minutes.
They looked so embarrassed, yet excited,
during that time. They also had to remain naked the rest of the night,
though they were free to roam around. I gathered all their clothing,
along with KK’s, and put them in one bag. I handed the bag to Christa,
telling her it would be okay if she wanted to use the clothing as
ransom.
I was still so high, I hugged Christa, kissed her on the cheek, and thanked her for being my friend.
I left the club and literally floated home on the incredible feelings raging inside me.
End of Part XII
Secret Girls Club Part XIII
(Dove starts to hang out with Christa, KK and the others after school.
She’s put in charge of the group and feels the power of being in
charge).
At lunch on Tuesday, Christa texted me an invitation
to hang with her and her cohorts after school that day. I was a little
weary of it, since I had just humiliated them all over the weekend.
Christa assured me KK and the M&Ms enjoyed it and were looking
forward to accepting me into their group, even though they all knew I
wasn’t sexually into girls.
Did I mention the other three
girls were simply known as M-1, M-2 and M-3, or M&M’s as a group?
Their real names all begin with an M, so just numbering them seemed the
best way to hide their identities. I thought it was a riot, since I’ve
been known to eat a whole bag of real M&Ms in one swallow.
We met at Christa’s house and immediately retired to her bedroom. Sindee was around but we never saw or heard her.
Christa opened the meeting by explaining how the four of them started
the group. They knew each other from some of the classes they shared as
freshmen and then all of them joined the secret girls club, through an
invitation from Sindee. The physical contact among them during
competitions led to several sessions of experimentation. They’ve groped
and kissed and fingered each other for nearly a year now. Christa and
KK were a thing for a while, but it didn’t work out.
Ater KK
lost to me, Christa said they were going to give it another try. This
time it was to be a relationship and not some tawdry affair. The
M&Ms were never separated by more than three feet. They had a
three-way relationship among themselves and were submissive to both KK
and Christa.
Now all five had decided they needed me to
dominate them. I was shocked or surprised by it, knowing they had
bonded as a group. None of them had competed much as sophomores, though
they were active as freshman. Christa was the most outgoing of the
group and possessed self-confidence in heaps. KK could get wild when
provoked. The M&Ms were shy and just followed the group.
Being together was important to them and being able to participate in
bondage games was also important. They just didn’t like the uncertainty
of competition.
They all actually voted to compete against me
as a form of surrender. They needed to make amends for the way they
treated me. Christa was the enforcer, leading the way.
Once
they all completed their penance, they wanted me to become the boss
over them. Christa wasn’t really the submissive type, and so after
agreeing, I made her second in command in charge of security.
I had them all of them kneel in front of me and kiss my feet to show
their devotion. I had Christa strip KK, who then stood naked before the
group with her hands on her head. I forced Christa to undress, fondle
KK and then to masturbate her.
Meantime, the M&Ms striped
each other and stood naked with hands on head. I instructed M-3 (she
was the best rigger of them all) to tie the other Ms face-to-face, with
their hands tied behind their backs so the only contact was with their
bodies and mouths.
I had M-3 walk around the room, delivering spankings to each of the other four.
I sat on Christa’s bed and just watched them get into it. It thrilled
me to have them doing exactly what I wanted them to do, with complaint.
I could see how embarrassed they all were, having to perform in front
of me.
I can’t say I didn’t get turned on, as I felt hot and
heavy. I just didn’t act on how I felt. I was more than satisfied to
watch the others.
As KK neared orgasm, I reminded her see
had to remain standing. M-3’s random spanking helped KK to go over the
edge. She nearly collapsed and Christa had to grab her to keep her up.
I sent Christa and KK to the bathroom for a shared shower, instructing KK to return the favor to Christa.
I had M-3 continue to spank her friends, who were mashing against each other and slobbering their lips together.
Once Christa and KK returned, I had M-3 untie her friends and sent them
for a shared shower with the instruction they each achieve an orgasm,
either by each other or themselves.
Meanwhile, Christa and KK
were instructed to remain naked and to sit on the floor side by side. I
had M-3 lay across their laps and they each took turns spanking her.
When the first two Ms returned, it was M-3’s turn to shower and
masturbate. I had the M’s sit on the floor alongside Christa and KK. I
had them all put their wrists on their thighs, hands up, and bow their
heads.
When M-3 returned, I had her join the others. As I sat
on the bed, I gave them instructions to remain naked within the house,
meaning they had to get dressed outside. I also told them that after
dinner, they were to undress again in their rooms and write out 100
times: “I am submissive and will obey orders.”
Each sentence
had to be handwritten in different lengths and different styles,
including the use of crayons, colored pens, and pencils. They were to
bring their sentences, sealed in an envelope with nothing written on
it, to school the next day and be prepared to give the envelope to
someone of my choosing.
Upon leaving Christa’s room, they each
kissed the back of my hand and thanked me for taking care of them. I
had Christa walk them out and supervise them getting dressed.
When Christa returned, I told her to remain silent, write her sentences
and get a good night’s sleep. Then I hugged her and declared the
meeting over.
As a postscript, I debated whether to actually
have them hand their envelopes to some random student but ultimately
had them keep their envelopes in their purses. I’d make a random check
to make sure they carried it with them at all times.
Damn, but
I just loved the feeling of being in control. There were other
meetings, of course, but it’s time to get back to the basement, where I
had rematches set up with both Brownie and Blondie that weekend.
End of Part XIII
Secret Girls Club Part XIV
(In which Dove begins to establish a reputation both in school and in the basement.)
I have to say that having four or five sophomore girls willing to
worship at my feet is a heady experience and I relished the power. I
was suddenly popular as Christa’s four friends always said hello in the
hallways and asked if I needed anything
Freshman girls noticed
and more of them sidled up and wanted to be friends or wanted to revive
a relationship from middle school. The upper classes barely noticed my
existence, although Sindee nodded to me when we crossed paths.
It seemed the basement began to fill up as other sophomores renewed
their membership in the club. After all, I’d competed against seven of
them already and my two losses, I was hoping, would be cancelled out
this weekend.
Blondie and Brownie were both nice to me during
the week too. That was the odd thing. They avoided me before our
previous competitions. Heck, Blondie even bought me an extra orange
juice at lunch one day.
Christa, who seemed to be queen bee of
the sophomore class, said she wasn’t surprised. Her friends, KK and the
M&Ms, spoke highly of me
“KK really enjoyed our
get-together this week and she’s been blabbing about how she had you
all wrong and has become your biggest fan, except for me of course,”
Christa said during lunch Thursday. “And I don’t know how much you know
about Japanese culture, but the M&Ms are devoted to you. They have
all committed to respecting your judgment.”
“I can’t help but
be flattered by all the attention, Christa, but it seems odd to me,” I
said. “I thought they were just getting punished for they all did to me
and that you had a lot to do with it.”
“I may have influenced
them, yes, but it’s all you after our party on Monday,” Christa
replied, the beginning of a smile starting to form on her race. “I
don’t know how you did it, but they loved the way you treated them. I
did too.”
I blushed but quickly recovered. “Yeah, well, my
sister is interested in some strange things and keeps a box full of
weird-looking instruments in the closet. I’m swearing you to secrecy
here Christa, because she’s the one who told me what I should do. That
was my first time being the Domme, as my sister said. I didn’t take it
all that serious.”
“Hey, what are best friends for? My lips
are sealed. But I want to warn you that a lot of sophomore girls are
into that kind of thing,” Christa said. “They’re all strong, powerful
young women by day. After hours it’s a totally different thing.”
“It’s new to me Christa and I’m not sure I can handle the
responsibilities. My sister said it’s hard work and I’m really just a
freshman trying not to fail any of my classes.”
“You are going
to be awesome Dove. We think you can be a real leader. Just let me be
the Sargent-at-arms and everything will be under control.”
I
have to admit, I was feeling pretty good about myself after that. I
started holding my head a little higher and looking people in the eye.
My sophomores always bowed their heads when they saw me. Just thinking
they were “mine” emboldened me. My confidence level shot up and in a
day or two, I was going to grow my empire.
I met Brownie and
Blondie at the negotiating table that Friday night. Both of them were a
little nervous. I tried to engage them but they seemed distracted.
“What the hell girls?” I said, raising my voice an octave or two.
“Uhm, we want to forfeit tonight,” Brownie said at last. “We don’t want to wrestle with you.”
Blondie nodded her head in agreement. “But we’ll do whatever you say otherwise.”
“What does that mean: ‘do whatever’,” I asked, though it was slowly dawning on me that they were submitting to me.
“It means if you can accept not being able to wrestle us anymore, we’ll do anything you say,” Brownie said.
“For how long?” The negotiations were underway.
“I don’t know. I didn’t think about that,” said Blondie.
“Girls, listen to me carefully,” I said. “I am going to boss you around
for the rest of the school year. Until school is out in June.”
They both gasped and their eyes opened wide.
“It might not be fun for you but I’m certainly going to have a lot of
fun. You’ll do everything I ask, even if it’s embarrassing. But don’t
worry, I won’t let you break many laws. After all, what fun is it if
you go to jail?”
They were staring at me now, blushing a deep red as they realized what I was demanding. I was flush with a sense of power.
“Well,” it was more of a statement than question. “You brought it up. You know what I want. I want your decisions now.”
They both quickly agreed. They committed to be my servants until
summer. God did I feel powerful! I was so turned on by the feeling that
I was getting horny. I had to be careful, since I was wearing panties
and shorts. I didn’t want to leak.
“We are going to compete
tonight but it will be strip arm wrestling,” I said. “Here’s what is
going to happen. Brownie, you’re first. Blondie, you stand beside me
and keep your hands on your head, except when I need you. Brownie,
every time you lose until you’re naked, you’ll stand up and politely
ask Blondie here to remove a piece of your clothing. Understand?”
“Yes Dove, I understand,” they said almost in unison.
There were a few other items to discuss. I made sure to let them know
they will be tied together on the pole, facing each other. I also made
sure that understood they had to leave the basement naked and meet me
in the hiding place. I’d have Christa escort them.
“That’s where I’m going to give you some rules to follow,” I said.
They looked like they wanted to dig a hole and jump in. They also
seemed to be enjoying it too. The heavy breathing gave that away.
Brownie seemed to have lost any motivation. She couldn’t muster any strength and I had her hand on the table in seconds.
She gulped but stood up and said “Please Blondie, will you remove my T-shirt?”
"Blondie glanced at me and I nodded my head.
“With pleasure.” And she grabbed the bottom of the shirt and pulled it
up and over Brownie’s head. She threw the material on the table and
resumed her position.
Brownie sat down again and stuck her
hand out for round two. I could tell she was no longer in control of
her feelings. She was consumed with the humiliation of her situation
and it was turning her on. Her nipples tried to poke through her bra
and her other hand grabbed the crotch of her pants.
It didn’t
take long before she was standing there, naked, and her puss was shiny.
With each garment, she got more embarrassed as Blondie unhooked her
bra, exposing her breasts, each sporting a hard nipple. She was even
embarrassed when Blondie removed her shoes and socks, each time making
sensual contact with her skin.
Blondie took her time pulling
Brownie’s shorts down her leg, grabbing each ankle as if to lift them
up to get the garment off. It was even slower with her panties. Blondie
ran her fingers the entire length of her waistband and then used both
hands to inch her panties down, exposing a little bit of hair and then
a little more before her puss was exposed.
I let Brownie
squirm a little bit before having her change positions with Blondie,
complete with hands on head. She was so red and I was so hot.
Blondie had no fight and did not present any kind of offense. She just
wanted to get it over with. She also discovered having to ask her naked
classmate to remove a piece of clothing extremely humiliated and
sported the signs of embarrassment from head to toe.
I stood
up when it was time to march them to the Wall of Shame. I was suddenly
aware of a large crowd who had jammed into the areas around the table.
There may have been like 50 girls there. I was impressed. The snack bar
was going to make a fortune.
Brownie and Blondie spent their
time together trying to get each other off but it just frustrated them
more. I got congratulations from many of the sophomores in attendance
and four of five of them slipped me notes, which I read after giving
Christa their clothes and asking her to escort them to the hiding place
after the doors were sealed. I wanted her there as a witness and to
make sure people knew she was my right-hand woman.
The notes
basically asked for the same treatment. I tracked down the co-authors,
Lilly and Iris, of one of the notes and set up a meeting for the next
night.
I left the basement just before closing time to get
ready for my meeting with Brownie and Blondie, who both wanted to
become my servants. I wasn’t going to make it easy for them. I mean, I
had a reputation to maintain.
End of Part XIV
Secret Girls Club Part XV
(Dove explains some new rules for Brownie and Blondie and then gets ready for her matches against the two new sophomores.)
Christa brought the two naked losers to the hiding place and I could
tell how embarrassed they were having to walk across the parking lot in
their birthday suits. The more humiliated they felt, the stronger I
felt. I had them describe how they felt during their little trip,
escorted by the fully clothed Christa.
Of course, laughing at
them only made them turn a darker shade of red. When they asked Christa
for their clothes back, I simply said no. They were not allowed to ask
for anything while naked.
“I make the decisions for you, understand girls?” I addressed them from my sitting position.
“Yes Dove, I understand you make the decisions,” they clamored, again
almost in unison. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought they
rehearsed all this.
“Hold hands while I go over your new
routine,” I said and they responded quickly. “Eyes down and pay
attention. You will be punished if you even slightly deviate from the
rules.
“First, no more pants for you, at least for the time
being. I want to see you wearing skirts and I don’t care about the
length. You better, because every Monday is no panty day.”
I heard them gasp and I smiled. I wasn’t about to check myself but Christa may want to get a laugh.
“Brownie, you wear your hair in pigtails, and Blondie, you get to wear a ponytail. That’s also for every Monday.
“I’m not sure when our group meets again at Christa’s house, so you
better be ready to attend on a moment’s notice. Do not fail me.
“One last thing before you get your clothes back: I need you each to
write a 500-word essay on why you want to be part of the group. Be
original. I want them at our next meeting.”
I motioned to Christa and she handed the embarrassed girls their clothes, which they grabbed eagerly.
When they were gone, I went over a few details for Monday afternoon’s
get-together (yeah, I wanted them to feel a little ill at ease).
“Christa, you must tell me if I’m going too far because I know I will
continue to push things. There’s going to be eight other girls there
and they can’t all be timid. You need to help control them even if you
have to fall into line alongside them.”
“No worries, Dove, I’m
on it,” she said. “And among the sophomores, there are more ‘timid’
girls than not. They’re all good students and are strong-willed girls,
especially when it comes to boys. We all want respect from the males
and will not play their stupid games. But when it comes to submission,
only another girl can have that from them. It’s also great that you’re
a freshman too. They view themselves as equals with all the females in
school. You just happen to fill a need for them, uh, us, since I’m like
that too.”
I gave her a big hug before we parted ways for the evening.
The next evening, Lilly and Iris were already sitting at a negotiating
table when I arrived 10 minutes after the basement opened.
They had both colored their hair pink, which wasn’t all that unusual
among the students. I complimented them on their choice and both of
them turned red, avoiding my eyes.
Lilly took the lead, speaking so fast I had to slow her down a few times.
“We saw the whole thing last night and that’s what we what to do as
well. We’ve even practiced for you. We’re ready any time, right ‘I’?
“Yeah, that’s right. We’re ready, ready, ready,” said Iris.
I shook my head and asked them why the heck did they think that’s what
I wanted. They agreed to the negotiation set on Friday night.
“This is Saturday night girls and I have no intention of doing the same
thing every time,” I said. “So here comes the negotiating part. We’ll
do just what you want but I’m adding a little something to make it a
little more fun for me.”
I paused and they looked at each other before looking back at me.
“I don’t care how you do it, or where, but you’ll have to wear each
other’s clothes, including panties, and make-up each other’s face to
resemble a clown. Whoever does the best job gets a prize and I’ll be
the only judge. Are we in agreement?”
"They looked at each other again, eyes wide open. After a few seconds of silent communication, they nodded at each other.
Lilly turned to me and said “We’re good with that. We’re sorry we assumed you wanted the same thing as us.”
“15 minutes, go.”
They both jumped up and headed to the locker area. Lilly is a good two
inches taller than Iris, so I looked forward to seeing how their
clothes would look on each other.
I have to say they were
creative. Lilly came back with a red nose and her pink hair brushed
into a faux afro. Iris’ hair was spiked and her cheeks were each
painted with red dots. Her lips were redrawn into a sad clown look.
Lilly was, as I imagined, a little stiff in clothes a size smaller than
she normally wore. Iris looked more at ease with baggy clothes.
The way they looked attracted an even larger crowd than last night. The
crowd needed a good show and the girls needed a little more
embarrassment.
“Iris, you’ll be going first since Lilly easily
won the make-up contest,” I told them. “Lilly, you stand next to me
with your hands on your head. Iris, you’ll ask Lilly to take back one
of her garments each time you lose and then present her with your butt
and ask for a spank. Thank her after each swat.”
Iris didn’t
have much strength and was an easy win. She was a little shy when she
asked Lilly to remove a piece of clothing and turned bright red when
asking her friend for a spank. I wanted her to realize she would end up
with a nice pink bare b
After her final losing turn, Iris
realized she would be naked for the final spank and put her face into
her hands before asking for the spank. I added four more spanks because
of that reaction and Iris started shaking. Apparently, she had never
been nude in front of people and never spanked in front of others. I
was tingling all over because of the control I held over them.
Lilly was very brave and even asked for a spank when she lost the first
time. I let that one pass and then told them there would be no more
spanking. Iris was visibly upset and Lilly grew a big smile.
When Lilly eventually lost, I marched them both to the Wall of Shame,
tied them face-to-face and gave their clothes to Christa. I declined to
make rules for them or to invite them to the next gathering. Instead, I
told them they were on probation. I didn’t think I could handle any
more than six girls at a time.
End of Part XV
Secret Girls Club Part XVI
(Dove’s success helps satisfy her need to be in control. How long will her winning streak last?)
I was on a roll. I received so many requests, all from sophomores, that
I had to start a lottery. I stopped wondering what was going on with
them and just had fun.
I had Christa inform Blondie and
Brownie of their mandatory appearance just before their final class of
the day. That meant they had about an hour’s notice. Christa said they
panicked and both of them needed the full class to write their essays.
It was a good thing the teacher lectured instead of surprising them
with a quiz.
They had both worn dresses and their assigned
hair styles to school and accompanied Christa to the house. The other
four met us there. I said hello to Sindee and told everyone to go into
Christa’s room.
I made Blondie and Brownie stand in front of
everyone and made them lift their dresses. The others were surprised
they did not wear panties and laughed nervously.
I had M-3
strip them of their clothes and asked they stand back-to-back, allowing
M-1 and M-2 to tie them together. Their task for the afternoon was to
figure a way to gather everybody’s clothing together, follow Christa
(who remained dressed) to the laundry room, and to wash and dry the
garments. It was hilarious the way they tried to work together to
complete the task.
When they finally left the room for the
laundry, I had the other four naked girls redo each other’s hair, with
the addition of ribbons and/or bows mandatory.
I had them
complete other assignments and had them all shower at the same time
while Christa helped the other two girls finish the laundry.
It won’t take too much imagination to think about what happened during
these “meetings.” Know that I thoroughly enjoyed myself having six
naked girls to order around.
Over the next two days, I
organized the lottery and picked out a list of five girls for the
weekend’s activities. Christa was able to notify them outside of
school.
On Thursday, I found out another freshman would make
her debut on Friday night. Sindee told her to report to me. That meant
she jumped to the top of my list. The sophomores would just have to
wait.
As it turned out, the freshman, named Rea, was an easy
target and I was able to wrestle the other five girls over the weekend
as well. I was hooked on ripping off girls’ clothing and forcing the
loser to submit, naked, to me. I took care of them, one after the
other, and never felt fatigued. In fact, I’d never felt better. My body
was full of electricity and excitement.
Some of the seniors
and juniors started to take notice of my winning streak and wanted to
fight. But I still had that list of sophomores and Sindee sent me a
couple more freshmen to initiate.
I found myself booked into
January and hoped I didn’t get tired, or sick. Christa helped organize
things for me and kept my spirits up.
As the wins
accumulated, I tried staying on an even keel, but it was hard. I was so
excited after each win and I didn’t want to lose that feeling.
I got excited every time I thought about ripping a T-shirt off a girl’s
body or forcing their panties down their legs. Tying them up at the
Wall of Shame made me feel like a winner.
I had to stop the
after-hours hiding place or else it would have gotten crowded and out
of control. I also cancelled most Monday meetings and instead focused
on competing. I had to keep my priorities straight and forcibly
stripping a girl was at the top of the list.
End of Part XVI
Secret Girls Club Part XVII
(Dove starts to come to grips with her standing among freshmen and sophomores. She can’t help but feel like a queen.)
Even though I temporarily ended the Monday meetings, those girls craved
control. I had given them what they wanted and now it threatened to get
out of control. I had gathered a harem of eight teenagers, all at least
a year older than I, and it made their lives.
I demanded
that they each give Christa a quarter every day, Monday through Friday,
and that included holidays, or risk getting expelled. Anyone who fell
behind more than a day faced serious punishment and banishment.
I also assigned them each to a day of cleaning at Christa’s house,
which they had to perform naked. Two girls a day, Monday through
Thursday. Friday, after all, they were required to be in the basement.
In addition, I had them each write a list of five things they would
agree to do for my entertainment. The naughtier, the better. Christa
was also the keeper of the “promise notes.” That became a weekly
assignment. I wasn’t going to read them until we held our special
end-of-the-year party.
I also said the girl with the highest GPA at the end of the school year would get a special prize.
I wanted them to stay busy, with both short-term and long-term goals. I
checked in with Christa every so often and she told me how excited they
all were to have things assigned to them. They were natural
submissives. It was really quite flattering and I wondered how much I
could push them.
Christa was their official trainer, but
that didn’t need I wasn’t involved. It still held that they were to
acknowledge me in the school hallways when our paths crossed. Outside
of school, if we met in public, they were to address me as ‘Miss Dove,’
without exception. I didn’t care if they were with their parents or
not. It was my way of keeping them humble.
They also knew failing a test or handing in an assignment late meant a public spanking (fully clothed).
I loved their attention and they felt part of a special community. I’d
never seen a grade level so full of subbies. There were a few in the
upper grades and you would never make fun of them. The older girls took
their relationship seriously.
I knew what it felt like to have
to submit, thanks to Sindee and a few of the upper-class girls. That
helped keep me humble and not to be so ditzy about the whole thing.
These girls were putting their feelings on the line and I wasn’t going
to hurt them. They all knew I was not available and they could get into
my good graces if they were nice to Christa, which was easy for all of
them to do.
Meanwhile, I maintained my dominance over the freshmen and sophomores and kept a healthy distance from the juniors and seniors.
Every time I stripped a girl of her clothes and led her over to the
Wall of Shame gave me a rush of power and excitement. It was better
than getting high or drunk or vaping. It was my drug of choice and I
felt high on the feeling of control. It was a powerful sensation that
kept me focused on mundane things like school or household chores.
My sister, Mel, planned to visit during her Christmas break and I
looked forward to showing her what I had been able to accomplish thanks
to the secret club we both now shared.
I thought about having
some of my girls give her a nice welcome, but I needed to clear that
with her. I’m sure she’d be okay with it, even if she was over 18. All
she needed to do, after all, was just watch.
Until then, I
continued building my reputation. Of course, it was only among the
lower-class girls. The upper-class girls had their leaders, Sindee at
the top of the list, and I knew better than to mess with that.
Whenever I wanted, I could recall humiliating a girl, ripping off her
clothes and forcing her to crawl naked to the Walk of Shame, where I
tied her hands over her head and display her to the rest of the room
while I held court with my minions.
Life was good.
End of Part XVII