Sorority Pledge Wannabe

by Rick Goat

  

The din of the sorority house echoed with shrieks, laughter and the occasional taunt that could still be heard above the rest of the noise. Still stunned from the course of events of the last few hours, I had surrendered all control of my immediate future and found myself overwhelmed with the moment. Thoughts, worries, and apprehension swept through my head, as I placed one foot in front of the next. My thoughts were suddenly broken with the now familiar voice of one of my tormentors.

"Hurry up Goat Rachel, we have lots to do", smirked Miss Rollins as she led me up the carpeted stairs of the sorority house with her hand firmly grasped to my right wrist.

Being unfamiliar to walking in heels, much less climbing stairs in them, I clumsily lagged behind Miss Rollins as I sensed her increasing frustration with my ineptitude. The added unfamiliarity of wearing the tight fitting dress constricting my stride compounded the difficulty. I could still hear the jeers from the sisters on the first floor, taunting with shouts of, "Hurry back goat, we'll be waiting for you." in the background. My cheeks remained flushed and my stomach twisted in knots as I did my best to forge ahead. With each step upward the rubbing sensation of my nylon encased legs and the scent of my perfume were additional reminders that life as I knew it had changed forever.

"If your ability to walk up a simple flight of stairs is any indication of your worthiness to join this sorority, I see a big blackball in your future goat. Now, hurry up before I really lose my temper and patience with you", bemoaned Miss Rollins, still tugging aggressively with my wrist with every step we took.

" That goes for you too Daphne", recoiled Miss Andrews. "At least Rachel has the excuse of the heels. Little girls should be able to skip up a flight of stairs without the slightest hint of trouble".

Simultaneously to that comment, I felt a nudge from behind and the tickling feel of Daphne's petticoat as it rubbed against my thigh as she picked up the pace at the sudden urging from Miss Andrews. I caught a glimpse of my fellow "pledge" struggling to retain his dignity as he sheepishly complied with the instructions in his little girl party dress. In the background, the noise from below continued unabated only interrupted by the occasional jeer or taunt. As we neared the top of the stairs, the subject of these taunts shifted from future promises of humiliation to comments about the colors of our panties, as they got glimpses under our skirts from the lower levels. In addition to our new "Big Sisters", Miss Johnson and my step-sister were gleefully following behind, encouraging the sisterhood below to continue their abuse. Without making eye contact I sensed that my step-sister was more than pleased with the events of the afternoon, delighting in the humiliation of my "forced coming out" party.

Reaching the hallway at the top of stairs, still being forcefully led by my "Big Sister", the entire entourage spilled into her room. As I could hear the door being closed behind us, I felt the sudden jerking of my wrist and subsequently a release as I stumbled to the center of the room.

"On your knees goats, get on your knees NOW", shouted Miss Rollins.

Lacking the full understanding of the instruction, Daphne and I both looked at each other and slowly lowered ourselves to the floor facing the sisters. While we both made it to our knees, I could feel a sudden tug from behind.

"Not like that you stupid goats", shouted Miss Johnson. "You pathetic pledges can't even kneel properly."

As she concluded her comment I could fell my shoulders being pulled back, driving my buttocks to a resting position nearly on the backs of my heels and legs, while her feet nudged my legs so that my knees and heels were tightly together.

"Keep the toes of your shoes in contact with the floor and your butts directly over the backs of your heels. Fold your hands in your laps, and keep your eyes on Miss Rollins feet. And you better not change that kneeling position if you know what's good for you", added Miss Andrews as we nervously made the necessary adjustments to our posture to silence our critics.

While only a few seconds elapsed, the sudden silence made it seem longer as the sorority sisters planned their next move while the muffled din from the first floor could only be faintly heard. As I knelt nervously, I found my eyes transfixed to the feet Miss Rollins, who paced before us. She was wearing tightly fitting black leather boots, which stretched to about an inch of the lower portion of her knee. I could barely make out the first few inches of her black nylon covered legs, which protruded from the tops of her boots. I didn't dare lift my head to see any higher, much less the hem of her skirt. The brief silence was broken suddenly by the familiar voice of Miss Johnson.

"Well now that you lowly pledges have been pinned, it's time to see if you're worthy to join our sorority. I think you'll discover in short order, why we have the reputation of the toughest houses on the row to pledge. After all, no one said it was easy to be the best, and we certainly don't want any dead weight slipping through the cracks to become a sister of Tri-delt. Every sister in this sorority has been in your position at one time or another, and it's our job to make sure that each of you has every bit as much "fun" as we did…and then some."

"That's right goats, we wouldn't want you to miss out on the privilege of having all the 'fun" the rest of sisterhood enjoyed while they pledged", Miss Rollins added followed with a slight laugh.

Miss Johnson continued, "Our first order of business is to explain some basic ground rules with you stupid goats. As a start, each of you has been assigned a "Big Sister". They are your primary contact in the sorority, and they have agreed to handle you initial orientation, instruction, and preparation. They have been working hard to prepare for this weekend, and we expect you to appreciate their hard work and obey their every command. If that's not enough motivation, don't forget why both of you are here and the now dozens of compromising photos in our possession. I'm sure the rest of our campus and the guys in your fraternity would find them equally enjoyable. Now that we have that settled, I think its time to get started with your training. Miss Rollins and Miss Andrews will take over from here."

"There are ten basic rules that every pledge must follow. As you may have noticed during your brief time downstairs, they involve how you dress, behave, what you need to know, what you need to carry, etc. Goat Karen, here is your "pledge book". I would like you to open it to the first page and read it aloud in your sweetest sorority voice, " chuckled Miss Rollins. " Here is yours as well Goat Daphne, pay close attention."

Still looking downward at her feet and remaining in my kneeling position, I unclasped my folded hands and grasped the composition notebook that extended from her hand. The outside of the notebook was decorated in various shades of blue felt material and had 3 large white triangles glued to the front cover. As I opened the book, my eyes were drawn to some neatly transcribed words, that had been hand written in the middle of the page. I began to read aloud. However, before I could say the 2^nd word, I was inundated with shouts of "louder goat, we can't hear you, from at least 2 of the sisters in the room. Trying to keep the feminine pitch in my voice, I tried again and again until the tone of my voice met the expectations of the sisters.

"This Pledge Book is the Property of Goat Rachel, a Lowly Pledge of Delta, Delta, Delta Sorority," I read to the group.

"Very good goat. Usually a goat has to make her own "pledge book", but since a couple of the goats downstairs fell a little short of my expectations scrubbing my bathroom this week, I gave them the opportunity to get back in my good graces by making your pledge materials. Those stupid goats wouldn't have known what to do with those extra 8 hours anyway. Keep going goat, we'll tell you when to stop", replied Miss Rollins..

I turned to the second page and read aloud the following,

 

"Pledge Creed"

"I am lowly Goat Rachel, I am the lowest form of life on earth. I am so low I must stand on a nickel to reach a snake's belly. I am also the stupidest form of life on earth. I must be told how and what to do at all times. I am lowly, stupid Goat Rachel who is not worthy to be in the company of the kind and lovely sisters of Delta, Delta, Delta."

 

"Very nice, keep going we don't have all night goat", added Miss Andrews.

Turning the nest page I continued my reading,

 

"Pledge Rules"

1. I will address all sisters of Delta, Delta, Delta as Miss and their last name. I will not speak without her permission or her prior acknowledgement of my presence.

2. I will address all of my pledge sisters as goat and their first name, and use the name Goat Rachel in all written and oral communication.

3. I will carry my pledge book at all times. I will surrender my pledge book to any sister upon her request. I will be expected to memorize its contents prior to my initiation.

4. I will memorize my pledge creed and recite it proudly when so instructed by a sister or if anyone should ask me my name.

5. I will wear my pledge uniform at all pledge meetings, activities, and sorority events unless otherwise instructed.

6. I will wear my 'pledge ribbon" at all times on my outermost garment of clothing as close to my heart as possible.

 

"Are we boring you Goat Daphne, ", inquired Miss Rollins. "Perhaps you would like to leave, I'm sure the brothers of your frat wouldn't be too disappointed in you. Or maybe they would blackball you in a minute. The last guy that couldn't hack it got blackballed and they distributed all of our lovely photos around campus. I think he had to transfer it got so bad"

"I'm sorry Miss Rollins, I was paying attention. I'll try harder, please don't send me back to the frat."

"Shut up goat, that's enough begging. Since you want to be a "sorority girl", why don't you take over the reading for your goat sister. But before you start, I think you both need a little encouragement. I want you to hold each other's hand. That's it, hold the book in one hand and hold hands with the other. Now isn't that the sweetest little picture. Two little sissy pledges in their cute dresses holding hands."

With that I heard a snap and saw a flash. The sisters delighted in adding yet another photo to the long list of incriminating evidence to their blackmail material.

"Carry on Pledge Daphne, I think we were on rule number seven", commented Miss Andrews.

After clearing her throat she started to read, only to be interrupted as I had been several minutes before. After about four or five attempts of changing her voice and her volume, she was allowed to continue reading.

 

7. I will carry my Delta, Delta, Delta sorority fact book at all times. I will be expected to memorize its contents prior to my initiation. Under no circumstances, am I allowed to let a non-Delta, Delta, Delta member see or hear its contents.

8. I will carry a 'pledge goodie bag" at all times. The contents of this bag will include candies, treats, pens, etc. or any other Sister requested items. I will produce this bag upon request for the enjoyment of any sister of this sorority.

9. I will carry my sorority paddle at all times.I will surrender my paddle to any sister upon her request. I will be expected to have every sister of Delta, Delta, Delta sign my paddle prior to my initiation.

10. I will without hesitation, execute the commands of any sister of Delta, Delta, Delta. I recognize the right of any sister of Delta, Delta, Delta to create a rule for me. When so I instructed, I will follow this new rule as I would follow any of the aforementioned rules, making a written record of this rule on the following pages for all sisters to review and inspect.

 

As he finished this page, I turned to the next sheet and saw it was blank with a header of "Pledge Rule's", as were the next 4 pages in the book.

 

"That was adequate goats, but I'm sure you can do a better job. Don't worry, you will get lots of opportunities to recite these rules. Believe me, they will be etched in you mind before you know it."

Miss Johnson added, "As you can see, there is another section immediately following your "pledge rules". It is titled "The Sisters of Delta, Delta, Delta. There is a page for every sister in the sorority. At the top of each page you will see that her name, her hometown, her high school, her local address and phone number, and three "hobbies" or special info is listed for each girl. You will be expected to know all of this info prior to your initiation. As well, the sisters will use this page to add comments about your pledging. If they like what you are doing, they may give you some white marks. These are good things. If they don't like what you are doing, they will give you black marks. These are bad. If the difference between your black marks and you white marks gets too high, you will be blackballed. Sometimes a sister will give you an "assignment" to help offset her displeasure. I strongly recommend you complete these assignments or you will suffer the consequences."

"Now for the fun part, it's time to get dressed for the pledge meeting. We don't have a lot of time, so let's hurry along. Turn to the inside back cover of your "pledge books" goats. There you will find a picture and a description of your pledge uniform. Please do me the pleasure of reading it, Goat Rachel, " said Miss Johnson.

Having learned form my earlier practice, I cleared my throat I tried to speak where I left off last time. "My 'pledge uniform' consists of a white bra and panties, white blouse with "Peter Pan" collar, blue and gray pleated skirt, black tights, black clogs, and my pledge ribbon on my blouse."

"Very nice goat, doesn't that sound pretty, exclaimed Miss Rollins. "And lucky for you "girls", I think we have a couple extra outfits that just might fit you."

With that, I could hear the shuffling of plastic mixed with that of a paper bag. A garment bag was tossed on one bed, and the contents of the grocery bag were dumped out beside it. At the same time, another garment bag was tossed on another bed and the bag emptied in a similar fashion.

"On your feet goats, its time to take care of rule 5, which is what Goat Rachel?"

Flipping through the pages of my pledge book I read, "I will wear my pledge uniform at all pledge meetings, activities, and sorority events unless otherwise instructed."

"Very good, by tonight I think you will have that one memorized," Miss Rollins added with a laugh.

Goat Daphne and I struggled to our feet, our legs aching slightly from our prolonged kneeling in a very uncomfortable position. We each still clasped our "pledge books" in one hand, and held hands with the other. We both cautiously stepped closer to the beds, as the sisters barked instructions and jeers.

"Strip down to your bras and panties goats, and you better not mess up those lovely outfits in the process. Hurry up, we're waiting," smirked Miss Rollins and Miss Andrews.

The sense of humiliation heightened as I began to unzip my dress and allow it to fall to my waist. I wiggled the waist past my thighs and stepped out of the dress after it dropped to the floor. Still standing in my slip, reached for an empty hanger and slowly returned the dress to its storage position. Miss Rollins snatched it from my hand and remarked, "Even though you only wore it for a few hours I will still need to have it dry cleaned. I wouldn't think of wearing it without the proper goat delousing. Well what are you waiting for, we haven't got all day. "

With her continued badgering, I slowly continued to undress by removing my slip, stepped out of my shoes and rolled down my white tights. Miss Rollins extended her hand before me, snapping her fingers to remind me that I hadn't finished to her satisfaction. I quickly removed all the necklaces, bracelets, rings, and earrings that had been loaned to me earlier in the day. I felt exposed as I stood before them in my simple white bra and panties, with the large grapefruits stretching the cups of my bra. While my skin felt hot from the humiliation, I felt awkward and cold as the girls tormented me like an inanimate object. And while Miss Rollins and Miss Johnson seemed to be giving me their attention, Miss Andrews and my step-sister were dong the same to Goat Daphne. Just as I began to feel the pressure lifting, Miss Rollins stepped forward and got a few inches form my face.

"Where is your pledge ribbon goat?" she shouted as she flicked the strap of my bra. "I thought goats were supposed to wear their pledge ribbons at all times. Isn't that one of your pledge rules goat? Answer me goat!"

"Yes Miss Rollins," I meekly replied. "With all the excitement, I forgot to remove it from my dress."

"Shut up goat, I don't want to hear your pathetic excuses. Next time you will remove your ribbon and re-pin it on your next layer as you are removing your dress. And you will need to learn the same technique when you are getting dressed. Understand? Now get over to my closet and get your ribbon off my dress and get back here before I really lose my temper."

I quickly shuffled over to the closet and removed the ribbon from the dress. I struggled to pin it to my bra strap as I returned across the room to stand before Miss Rollins who glared at me with her hands on her hips and tamping her foot.

"Give me your pledge book goat," extending her hand as I surrendered it to her. "She fumbled through the pages to about a third of the way through the book. At the top of the page I could read Miss Ann Rollins, and underneath her name was her some additional information. "Five black marks for not wearing your pledge ribbon," she said as she wrote the same on the page. "Goat Rachel will write "I will always wear my pledge ribbon" 100 times" as punishment for this infraction. If you complete this assignment to my satisfaction, I will consider giving you 2-3 good marks to off set some of those black ones goat. Believe me, you do not want to get a bunch of black marks on your first night as a pledge," she added as she closed my book and handed it back to me.

"Look at this everyone, I think Goat Daphne must be enjoying herself," shouted Miss Andrews. 'She has a little stain in the front of her panties. I think she likes being a sorority pledge!"

As laughter filled the room, I could see my fellow pledge turn crimson red with embarrassment as the girls took turns rubbing his panties to try to get him excited again.

"Don't look now, but I think Goat Rachel has one too, " cried my step-sister quickly averting the attention to my crotch. I fidgeted as the girls squealed in delight as they rubbed my butt, snapped my bra straps, and rubbed the front of my panties with their fingers. "Open wide and lick goat," commanded Miss Rollins as she raised the finger she had used to rub my panties and stuck it in my mouth. 'Do you like the taste of "boy cum" goat? Do you like the feel of boy cum in your panties? Answer me goat?"

Barely audible I whispered, "yes Miss Rollins" to the delight of the room.

"I can't hear you goat. What do you like?" inquired Miss Johnson.

" I like boy cum in my panties Miss Johnson," this time saying it louder but barely audible over the roars of their laughter.

"Well this could go on all night, but you pledges have to get dressed for your meeting, " interrupted Miss Johnson.

"Thanks you for keeping us on schedule Karen," replied Miss Rollins. "Let's start with your blouses goats." As she was saying this, she removed the white blouse form the hanger and extended it to me, balancing the collar on the tip of her index finger.

"Now don't forget your pledge ribbon goat," she added as I started to put one arm into one of the sleeves.

After I had pulled on both sleeves, I carefully unpinned the ribbon from my bra strap, and re-attached it to my blouse. I then clumsily buttoned the garment, struggling with my new fingernails and the unfamiliar feel of having the buttons on a different side of the blouse from a normal guys shirt. As I stood before Miss Rollins in my blouse covered torso and panties, which were slightly covered with the tail of the blouse, my step-sister stepped behind me and began to have some fun.

"Here is a pair of black tights from your shopping trip. It's a good thing I had you buy these and several other pair. I think you're going to find out how hard it is to keep these from "running", and the sisters will not tolerate a goat with imperfections in her outfit. " she added as she pulled the tights form the package and dangled them in front of my face.

I rolled up the tights and stepped into the first leg. Struggling to maintain my balance, I stepped in to the other leg after I got the first tight over my ankle. As I accomplished the same on the 2^nd foot, I wiggled the tights up over my knees, pulling hard to get them up to my crotch. They were tight fitting and a little small, so there was a slight gap between the crotch of the tights and my panties.

"You look like you have had some practice with those tights goat, " added Miss Rachel. "I guess all that practice with Susan's wardrobe is starting to pay off for you."

"Very funny Ann, but I must admit she is starting to look like a pledge. I particularly like the look of her bra, which can be seen through the sheer white material of her blouse. And besides, it's hard to hide those big boobies, no matter what she would be wearing, " added Susan as she traced the outline of the back of my bra with her finger.

'Well let's how she looks when she slides into her skirt," said Miss Rollins as she reached for the last hanger on the bed and unclipped the two clips that were holding the plaid pleated skirt in position. She unzipped the back of the skirt and held the top open and said, "Step right up goat, it's time to put the finishing touch to your outfit."

As I stepped into the skirt, with first one leg and then the other, she gradually pulled it up my legs. As the skirt neared my waist, I could feel the material tighten slightly, as she pulled it over my hips. My step-sister helped me tuck in my blouse, and quickly zipped up the rear closure. Despite being covered in panties and tights, my crotch suddenly felt exposed, as the skirt draped down to the middle of my thighs. It wasn't the first time I had worn a skirt, but as always it felt uniquely different from wearing shorts or pants.

"Step into your shoes goat and let's take a look at you," retorted Miss Rollins. With that comment Ann removed a pair of black suede clogs and placed them on the floor near my feet.

As I stepped into the shoes, I felt taller as the platforms were about 1-2 inches in height.

"Let's see you walk in those clogs goat," added Susan. "Walk over to the dresser like a nice little pledge, and show us your stuff. And don't forget to move those hips goat."

At first I clumsily stepped forward, at times trying too hard to walk like a girl. But I was able to get a stride going on my return back to the bedside.

"That was awful, but I'm sure you will get better with practice. And don't worry, you will get lots of practice this weekend goat!" added Miss Rollins with a little smirk. "Your hair and make-up look like they're still Ok, but you need to touch up your lipstick. Get over to my dresser and take care of it. I think your shade was pink earlier today, but I want you to switch over to "cherry red" for tonight. I think it's a better choice, with your dark curls and pretty black hair ribbon."

I walked over the dresser and wiped off the remnants of my pink shade with a tissue. I remove the top of the lipstick that Miss Rollins had given me, and carefully applied it to my lips.

"Now that's better," added Miss Rollins from across the room. "Maybe you'll get lucky and you can wrap those sexy lips around something special tonight and get some more of that taste you like so much." Be sure to keep that lipstick handy, a good goat needs to have pretty lips at times.

As the sisters laughed in glee as the finishing touches were applied to both of us, we were both re-directed back to the bed areas. We were both presented with a medium sized blue felt bag with 3 large white triangles sewn on the outside of each side of the bag. Two white silk ribbons extended from the top, and appeared to act as a handle and a drawstring. The bag was filled with candy and treats and also a small official looking palm sized book. This was our "goodie bag" and "sorority handbook". Lastly sitting on the bed was a large wooden paddle, that had also been painted light blue and decorated with the symbols of the sorority. We were instructed to pick it up as well, and prepare to go downstairs.

'Now, don't forget all of these items and what you are supposed to do with them goats. Every goat must carry her pledge book, goodie bag, sorority handbook, and paddle at all times. As well, the sisters of this sorority will be very angry if you can't follow those simple ten rules we discussed earlier. You haven't forgotten them have you Goat Rachel," inquired Miss Johnson.

"No Miss Johnson," I replied clutching my pledge book and paddle in my arms, and wearing my goodie bag at my side, held in place by the large white silk ribbon draped across my shoulder and bisecting my breasts.

"Very good goat. We have just enough time to get you girls downstairs for your meeting. And I think we actually have a little extra time for our sisters to check out the newest goats of this sorority and see how well you know some of your sorority material, " added Miss Rollins motioning us to begin stepping toward the door of her room.

As I approached the door, I could still hear the muffled din from the first floor. As well, our "Big Sisters" and their helpers were laughing amongst themselves as the recounted the events of the last hour and hinted at the fun we would have when we got downstairs. As Miss Rollins pulled the door open and instructed us to follow her, my step-sister came up behind me and pinched my panty clad bottom.

"Are you having fun Rachel," she added sarcastically. "Is being a lowly sorority pledge all the fun and games you fantasized it would be? Don't worry, you have only experienced the tip of the iceberg. This has been the real easy part. Wearing my clothes in private was a walk in the park compared to what's in store for you goat. Now get moving, and don't forget all the rules we reviewed with you.. Move it goat, my sisters don't like to be kept waiting!"

  

  

  

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