Long distance struggles with my girl’s sorority [cuckold’s perspective]

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My start on this journey began when my home town girlfriend and I went to separate colleges. The first couple weeks were great – we were FaceTiming every night, snap chatting all day, and both seemed to be meeting great people.

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But then the news dropped… she was planning to pledge a sorority. I was against it from the start, but ultimately did not want to be controlling.

As soon as it started, communication dropped off. It seemed like she is either at the sorority house or a party 4/5 nights a week, and goes entire nights without texting me. She’d send me snaps of her outfits range from revealing (short skirts) to straight up pornographic (mermaid with nothing but shells covering her good parts) and I was horrified to say the least. But excited at the same time. I’d be lying if I said I never took pleasure in those pictures. She’s spend her nights partying and I would be in my dorm with my hand around my dick looking at those pictures.

I soon learned that it wasn’t all fun and games though. She called me late one night so upset. She was only a couple weeks into the process at this point and I was very concerned. She spent hours filing me in on what was happening. Long story short, there was a lot of hazing going on within the sorority, and half those party nights were spent girls-only in the sorority house basement. I told her to report it, but she fought back saying that it was all voluntary, part of the tradition, and ultimately good to push her boundaries, even if it upset her in the moment.

I was obviously not pleased to learn this, especially when I found out the details around what had prompt that call. Apparently that night the pledges were lined up, told to strip down to their underwear, and then ranked by boob size and quality. The active sisters spent several minutes in front of each girl criticizing their boobs, and then wrote their rank on their stomach in marker.

Now standing in ranked order, the pledges gave themselves wedgies and twerked on command. It ended with them taking off their thongs and wearing them on their heads and faces the rest of the night. The ‘party’ moved upstairs to the living room, which had big bay windows facing the street. Anyone could have seen in. After a couple more hours of drinking together in that state, pledges were given their clothes back and sent home – which is when I got the call.

I don’t know why, but hearing this story got me excited in a way I never had been before. The fact that girls would dominate other girls, and they’d all enjoy it at the end of day awakened a kink I never really knew existed.

I immediately made her tell me more. These were the rules they had been following since night one:

• no shaving downstairs, at all, for the duration of the pledging process. Daily Snapchat proof was required
• No underwear that was not a thong unless it was that time of the month. Subject to random inspection
• All party outfits were either directly chosen by the active members, or subject to their approval and comments.
• Lock ins occurred every week, usually on wednesdays. This meant all pledges were in the house without access to phones for the entire night, usually 12-16 hours.
• Explicit permission from an active was needed before any sexual contact.
• The previously mentioned lock ins included weigh ins and body count checks

Additionally, at the parties she’d been attending with the frats, the pledges were less like guests and more like entertainment.

One night they had stripped to their underwear and wrestled in an inflatable pool of baby oil. At a date party where each pledge was handcuffed to a frat pledge, the girls had to give the frat guy a lap dance until they came while everyone watched. Another night the pledges were commando and had to have a limbo competition (wearing skirts obviously). The craziest was a blackout party, where the lights were so low you couldn’t make anyone’s face, and the music was blaring so conversation was impossible. It was basically a five hour grope fest. And this was all in the first two weeks.

Once she realized that part of me was into this and wasn’t going to break up with her, she started having the active sisters send me pictures of the activities to tease me. A few days after that big phone call, my phone blew up at noon with dozens of pictures from the night before. Several pledges were in a bath together doing a series of naughty poses – holding butt cheeks apart, aheago face, pretend to hump each others legs, and grabbing each others boobs.

That weekend, I got a video of gf licking whip cream off another pledges butt crack. A little later another came in and the severity had increased dramatically. Gf and another girl sat naked on the floor facing one another with the theirs spread. Active sisters approached and started to rub peanut butter on my gfs pussy and Nutella on the other girl’s. They proceeded to scissor, with the actives making the gyrate and fake moan the whole time. Damn – this one got me good.

It didn’t end there though. Still lip to lip, actives took turns standing over the girls, filling their mouth with whip cream, waiting a moment for it to melt, then spitting on the two pledges below. They just sat there as it happened, probably for a good 5 minutes.

I’ll cut off there for now – the whole semester was an adventure I’ll never forget.