[Here is part 2.](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/rp5buq/ddds_hazing_part_1_mf_fiction_ds_blackmail_exhib/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)
[And here is part 1.](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/rmnms9/ddds_hazing_part_1_ff_ds_blackmail_exhib_nosex/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)
*Before this starts I want to say that hazing should never be done. It is a terrible outdate ritual. This story is 100% fiction and fantasy.*
*Sorry, this one is a little short.*
*If any women that have been reading the stories have things they would like to see happen or have ways I can improve my writing to make you like it more, I’d love to hear from you.*
Not wanting to pass the scene with Katie again, we walk a different way back to his dorm. One of my good friends is walking in the opposite direction of us. I try to hide behind my Master. He tells me to not be embarrassed, plenty of people will see my body. My face turns bright red as I step out from behind him. I can feel my pussy starting to get wet, then wave to my friend. We talked for awhile, strangely, she never mentioned my nudity.
The campus was very empty today. I wonder if everyone is in the quad with Katie. We arrive back at his dorm, drop off my clothes. “Come on, we have to get you new clothes.”
“Aren’t you going to pick out an outfit for me?” I say worried.
“Of course not, silly. You’re going to spend the day nude.” I look down in shame and walk out of my new room. He wraps his arms around me and gives me a hug. My eyes meet his and we kiss. Our lips touch. I feel safe and loved for the first time since I broke up with my ex-boyfriend. His lips leave mine. “Ready to go?”
“Yes, Master.” We walk down. As people pass, I grab onto his arm. He grounds me. He makes me feel safe. My embarrassment slowly subsides. His car is parked just outside the building. I sit next to him in the passenger’s seat. The leather is cold against my bare ass. The car turns on and the engine hums. The car shakes underneath me. The seat belt sits between my boobs.
Beez. Beez. Beez. Beez. My master pulls my phone from his pocket. He hands it to me. “Answer it on speaker phone, your mom is calling.”
“Hi, mom.”
“Hi, honey. How did your hazing go? What do or did you have to do to become a Delta Delta Delta?” My mom’s familiar voice said back to me.
My face turns bright red. My master gives me a look clearly telling me to tell my mom the truth. “I have to be a slave for a random instagram follower. James was chosen as my master. I have to do everything he says and at the end of the year if he is satisfied with me, I will get initiated.” I respond ashamedly.
“There’s no shame in that honey. I wasn’t allowed to say no to anyone for any reason. If someone asked me to do something, I had to do it. Your grandma had to hitchhike from one coast to the other naked. You will do fantastic.” Hearing that my mother and grandmother had done horrific things to be initiated made me feel better about being a slave. I feel a lot less shame talking to my mom about all of this knowing it was not much better for her. “Just do whatever your master says. If wants to buy you a new wardrobe or get lots of sex toys, don’t worry about the money. It is ok. I won’t mind if he makes you throw away all your clothes and buy a completely new closet. Or if he wants to buy an entire sex shops worth of toys to use with you. Any amount of money is worth you getting into Delta Delta Delta.” His eyes go wide. I can tell he does not believe what he is hearing through the phone. I come from a very wealthy family, so I assumed money would not be an issue at all.
“Hi, Mrs. Scher,” James jets in.
“That was James, my master.”
“Hi, I hope you know how important it is for Gracie to get into Delta Delta Delta.” She pauses for a moment. “Honey, I have to go. We can talk later tonight if you would like.” Both my master and I say bye.
We leave the parking lot in silence. Finally as we go onto the main road, he says “I want to completely redo your wardrobe. When I went through it, I thought I had to pay for all the new clothes so I was trying to use as much of what you had as possible. But I won’t be paying, so I want every outfit to be the sluttiest outfit we can find.” I simply nod back. Stopped at a red light, a car pulls up next to us. He looks over and sees my exposed tits. Almost immediately the light turns green, but not before he can honk in approval. “I want you to enjoy yourself while exposed like this. So start rubbing your little shaved pussy.”
My hand meets my slit. I feel the moisture on my finger tips. “Mmmmm… yes master.” Bending my middle finger, I enter into my hole. I can feel all the other cars’ eyes on me as my thumb rubs against my clit. A whisper of a moan escapes my mouth as my index finger finds its way inside of me. My fingers move in and out, slowly getting covered with my juices. I move my waist back and forth with my fingers. Soon my whole body begins to move like graceful waves approaching the shore. The air in the car begins to get heavy and hot. I can feel sweat starting to run down my cheeks. My ring finger pushes the walls of my pussy to their limits. My third finger stretches me out. I can’t stop my thumb from running up and down my slit, the feeling of my thumb rubbing against my clit is too good. Two of James’ fingers twist and turn my nipple. He pinches as I begin to moan. After a few more moments, I feel an orgasm building in my navel. Whispering, I say, “Master, may I…” before even finishing the sentence, I let out another moan, “may I please cum?”
“I can’t hear you, whore,” he responds, patronizing me.
“Please… master, may I cum?” I say a little louder.
“I still can’t quite hear you, cumdump.”
I yell, “Master, please, PLEASE let me cum.”
“10… 9… 8… 7… 6… 5, you better cum when I say to,” I am shaking in my seat as he counts down. It takes all my willpower not to cum. “4… 3, cum when I say cum…”
“2”
“1” The only sound in the car is my heavy breathing.
“Please master, just say cum, please.”
“CUM.” I let go, my body convulses in the seat, I squirt all over his dashboard. Falling back into the seat, I open my eyes and catch my breath. We’re sitting in the parking lot for a sex shop. “Are you ready or do you need a few minutes to gather yourself?”
Contently, I say, “I am ready to go inside, master.”
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