Sandy parked her car on the street a half a block from the Elle Elle house. Finding a spot had been hard, as others had already started to arrive. Lynn got out, glancing to see if anyone saw them.
"Don't forget your bag, in the trunk."
"Oh, thanks."
Sandy opened the truck and handed Lynn her duffel bag.
"What's in there?"
"The skirt. Ginger asked me to return it tonight."
"I guess that means you won't have to go through that again."
"I couldn't stand it another day."
"I kind of wish I could try it some time. Do you think she'd lend it to me?"
"Why not? But I warn you, it's very strange feeling that on your bare ass all day."
The Elle Elle club house was tucked away in a corner of Aina Hina valley, at the end of a short dead-end street. Only one other house bordered on the property, and it was fairly far away and cut off from view by a cement block wall that surrounded the Elle Elle house.
They walked up to the front door and rung the bell. It swung open, and they were greeted by one of the senior members, dressed not surprisingly in a very sexy pair of satin hot pants. Lynn noticed at once that the suspenders that were a part of the pants were very taunt, and the crotch seam was pulled well up into the woman's cunt. She tried not to stare, and almost didn't notice that her blouse was quite sheer.
"Hi, I Maxine! Come on in. Say, you don't have to knock. Just come on in. Treat this place like you lived here."
Lynn followed Sandy inside, feeling under dressed and over dressed at the same time. Most of the woman there had on fancy clothes, but a lot of skin was showing. Ginger had told her to dress casually, but to wear nice panties, the smaller the better.
Lynn saw that most of the new girls were there. A few minutes later three more arrived, which made it complete. She was relieved that they had all dressed as casually as she and Sandy had.
"You want something to drink?"
"Sure, Sandy. Is that wine over there?"
"Chablis, probably. Let's get some."
Lynn felt very grown up having wine at a party. But it felt strange to not to have any boys around. Usually she would have had several make a pass at her by now.
Ginger came in, to a round of hoots and cat calls. She was wearing the same, wicked looking outfit that she had worn that afternoon. The other members were ooing and awing, asking her where she got it and making wisecracks about her looking like a lady of the evening. Lynn heard someone say "the mistress of pleasure is here" and she shuddered as she remembered what Ginger had done to her.
Ginger gradually got the group settled down and started to get things organized.
"Are all of the pledges here? Good. Why don't you all find a seat. Let me have the pledges here in front. You old hags can fill in around the back."
That brought more bantering, but they all moved around and found a place to sit. Lynn stuck close to Sandy, sitting on the floor. Lynn's eyes were again draw to a female crotch, this time Ginger's, floating a few feet away from her at eye level. Her bell bottom pants were not nearly so tight as Maxine's, but she could still make out the shape of Ginger's cunt, pressing out in a soft lump. The crotch seam tugged delicately against it, making a barely discernable valley. Lynn guessed that Ginger shaved herself there, and probably had no panties on.
She wondered what it felt like to wear that outfit. Thinking about her own denuded pussy, she found herself craving to try wearing the same thing. She decided to go shopping that weekend and look for it. Maybe with Sandy, so she could try it too.
"Ok. This is the one and only time that you will be required to participate it an activity. As you may or may not know, most sororities have some form of initiation for new members, which usually involves being paddled by the older members.
"We have no desire to damage your wonderful bodies, so each year one of us dreams up something to take the place of a good spanking. This year it's my turn.
"My first suggestion was to tie each of you to a bed and invite the football team over, but I got turned down by the board."
More hoots and laughter. Some of the pledges started to look worried.
"I was told that there would be no sex. No contact with the genitals. Well, I had to think hard to work around that restriction, but I think I have come up with a good solution. I'll tell you all about it in a minute, but first, let me tantalize all of you with this year's calendar.
"Keep in mind that this is subject to change. Sometimes things don't work out, and sometimes an unforeseen opportunity comes along. Like that Chippendale's revue last July. Wow, was that a wild night!"
Ginger dug around in her purse and pulled out a small notebook, which she opened and read from. Lynn noticed that both were from a very expensive designer store.
"November 12, Lingerie party and fashion show. Big your boyfriend, if you trust him in a room of naked ladies, and show him what you want for Christmas. Dress for members is lingerie. Last year's models were outstanding, and this year we've asked for some male models to show off what's hot for men in the bedroom.
"November 16, The Story of O, movie followed by discussion.
"December 6, our annual sex toy party. Here's your chance to get a hands on look at things that go buzz in the night. I hope our resident sex toy artist, Judy -- over there, hello Judy! -- I hope you will bring alone some of your things. Judy has made me some terrific toys that I can use in my car. I love 'em!
"December 18, our Holiday party. This year it's at the Waikiki Waveshore Ball Room. Live entertainment by Eddie and the Bandits.
"January 20, 'Women, rape, and the law.' Two alumni sisters, a practicing attorney and a psychology professor, are slated to chair that discussion group.
"January 25, 'Introduction to S&M.'
"January 27, 'Leather clothing and exotic harnesses.'
"February 6, 'Latex clothing, more than just a fetish.'
"February 16, 'Dressing to be aroused.' I'll be hosting that one.
"March 3, 'Bondage techniques.'
"March 6, 'Knot tieing for rope bondage.'
"March 20, 'Japanese erotic woodblock prints.'
"April 6, 'The sexual side of tickling.'
"April 10, 'Erotic spanking.'
"June 4, 'Vibrators and dildos, what works and what doesn't.'
"June 6, 'Masturbation techniques from around the world.'
"June 12, 'Coping with frigidity.'
"June 21, 'Sharing each other's desires.'
"June 28, 'Wild places for wild times.'
"Now that's quite an ambitions program. I want those of you in charge of these events to work hard and make it a success. We have tried to schedule them around exams, and the schedule is tight, so slipping a date will be almost impossible. Please, if you are having any problem getting it together, let me know and I'll do what I can to help. Are there any questions?"
One of the pledges held up her hand, and Ginger nodded at her.
"Where are these held?"
"Right here, unless stated otherwise."
"Do you have this printed up? Can I get a copy?"
"Ah, good question. We do not distribute this type of thing because of the risk that it will fall into the wrong hands. We keep the schedule posted on the bulletin board. And please, avoid writing it down. If you need to, use an innocuous name for the event, like 'Party at Sue's house.'"
An older member asked, "What about the outings?"
"Thank you. I was going to get to that, and now's as good a time as any. Some of the sisters put together small groups and go out on adventures. They go out to dinner, to the beach, dancing, bike riding, all kinds of things. The idea is to be out with your sisters, having fun, and being a bit naughty in public.
"Sex play is always a part of it, done so that no one can tell that you are doing it. There are all kinds of ways to stimulate the female body that produce constant sexual pleasure, and we explore all of them. What makes it fun is doing it in a group and in an unusual context. Announcements for outings are posted, usually well in advance, so read that bulletin board!"
"Ginger," Maxine said, "perhaps you could give an example. I'm not sure that the pledges understand what we're talking about."
"Sure. OK, for example, the first Friday in every month a group goes wine tasting. Now of course they enjoy the wine, and as the evening progresses they get a bit tipsy. But beneath their fancy evening gowns they wear a tight leather chastity belt with a built-in vibrator controlled by a tiny radio receiver. The belts lock on, and the keys are left behind. The transmitters, which look like key fobs, are passed out randomly, and all during the evening they play games with them. I hear the party's over when the batteries go dead."
Lynn looked at Sandy, and she looked back with eyes as big as saucers.
"Sounds like fun," Lynn whispered.
"I knew they did strange things," Sandy whispered back, "but I never dreamed it was so far out!"
"Any more questions? No? Ok, let's move on to tonight's main event.
"What we are going to do is have a contest. However, instead of looking for a winner, you could say that we are looking for a loser. The loser of tonight's game will be punished. Not by spanking, but by having to wear something sexy all week. Nothing intrusive or painful, but something that will make you constantly aware of your body, in a most pleasant fashion."
Lynn thought at once of the skirt she wore all day. "Another week of that would be unbearable. Then again, maybe not. It did feel good. But after a while it made me so horny."
"Ok, pledges, it's time to get yourselves ready. I hope you all put on clean panties! Come on, off with your clothes!"
Each of the eight young girls stripped down to their panties. Lynn thought it looked like and add for a porno movie, especially the way Ginger was dressed. Several of the older members stared at them, breathing heavily. Lynn had taken Ginger's advice and worn the smallest pair of panties she could find, very narrow in the front and back, just one layer of sheer black nylon. Ginger spotted her and grinned, nodding in approval.
"Ok. We're going to do this two at a time. The loser of each heat advances to the next."
Ginger picked out two of the pledges and had them get down on all fours, side by side. Maxine brought in a small Styrofoam ice chest, filled with ice and water. Ginger dug around in her purse and took out a small cloth bag, and handed a strange looking metal glove to Maxine, who slipped it on her right hand. Ginger took out the mate and put it on her left hand. Lynn saw that the long metal fingers were jointed, with more joints than a human finger.
"These little goodies are used by Thai dancers. They're made of brass, and make their fingers look very long. Tonight we're going to use them in a different way, to torment these young ladies. The object is to stand it as long as you can. The first one who's belly touches the floor is out. You can make all the noise you want."
Ginger and Maxine thrust the metal fingers into the ice water, and started in on the girls. They began by running them over the backs of their thighs and along their backs and ribs. Both girls squirmed, and in no time at all were tossing their heads around and making very funny looking faces. One of them began to moan, then the other started to laugh. Her laughter soon turned to shrieks, her body trembling uncontrollably. Finally she succumbed and fell to the floor.
The next pair included Sandy, and Lynn watched in fascination as her friend struggled to endure the agonizing torment. Sandy let out a yelp as soon as the ice cold metal touched her skin, and never stopped bleating. She lost.
The next pair lasted longer. One of the girls was wearing tap pants, and Ginger made it a point to slip her fingers under the fabric and tickle her ass. She started up near the waist band, then gradually worked her way down until it looked to Lynn like she was tickling the girl's cunt, or right next to it. She didn't endure that for long, and lost her round.
Then it was Lynn's turn. Her tormentor was Ginger, which she supposed was on purpose. Instead of standing behind her, as she had with the others, Ginger positioned herself between Lynn and the other girl. All at once Lynn felt a cold, tickling sensation on her left thigh, quite unlike what she had expected. She turned her head and saw that Ginger's pants were brushing against both her and the other girl. A strange rush of excitement rushed through her, both from the sight of Ginger towering over her clad in her sexy yet wicked outfit, and the realization that most of Ginger's body was feeling that same sensation. She wondered if it would feel as arousing as the skirt had, and the thought of being drenched with such pleasent sensations made her cunt tingle. Ginger reached around and streatched her left hand out, the motion making the billowing pants legs sway, caressing her thigh with delicate tickling even before the fingers made contact with her waist.
The Thai dance fingers were incredibly cold. As soon as it started all she could think about was making it stop, but to lose meant to have to do it again. The tingling in her cunt initiated by Ginger's pant legs grew stronger. Her partner was howling, and she took this to be a good sign. Then she felt Ginger moving toward her ass, and it really became unbearable. She started to scream, and felt her cunt getting warm and wet. It felt like Ginger was running the icy metal up and down the edge of her panties, but then she felt it right over her asshole. Ginger was tickling her right through her panties, and it felt as if she had nothing on at all. Then, as she suspected, Ginger let the smooth metal fingers slip down to the edge of her pussy, which tickled even more. She tried to hold on, but her body seemed to have a mind of its own. She started to tremble uncontrollably, and finally her arms just wouldn't support her anymore. She lost.
The game continued on to the next round. This time, instead of resting on all fours, they laid face up on the carpet. A cane chair was placed by each contestant's head, which she had to hold on to. An older member sat in the chair to keep it in place. Two more members held them by the ankles, and only the soles of their feet were tickled. They lost when they let go of the chair.
As Lynn watched this round she found herself wanting to reach out and rub Sandy's cunt. She imagined that Sandy's wrists were held down just like her feet were, and that there was no way to make it stop. Her cunt continued to throb.
Sandy lost again, and it was Lynn's turn. She didn't last long. She had not had her feet tickled like that since she was a little girl, and had no idea she was so ticklish there. It was over in less than a minute.
And now it was time for the last round, Lynn against Sandy. Lynn had a wild hope that Sandy would surrender to save her from the ordeal yet to come. This time they had to hold on to a pole suspended from the ceiling by ropes. As Lynn waited for what was coming next she couldn't help thinking about the time Ginger used the silk scarves on her. She found herself wishing they would just tie her to the pole and tickle her for as long as they liked, relieving her of the need to endure it.
Maxine and Ginger began with their stomachs, slowly working around to their ribs. They stopped often, something they hadn't done before, and Lynn realized that they were drawing this out. Slowly they worked up to their armpits, stopping to dip the metal dance fingers into the ice water, then tickling them some more.
Lynn found herself getting very turned on. Her cunt throbbed like a beating heart. Every twist and turn caused waves of pleasure to spring from her clit. The sight and sound of Sandy suffering the same torment made her hotter still.
Ginger shifted her attack and touched the icy cold brass to her breasts, ever so lightly, running them around underneath, over the top, then across her fully erect nipples. Lynn clenched the pole as tightly as she could and cried out as waves of pleasure coursed through her. She looked over and saw that Maxine was doing the same thing to Sandy. Sandy's knuckles were white from holding on so tight. Her eyes were shut, her back was arched, and her head was rolled back, slowly weaving from side to side.
Lynn felt such strong sensations coming from her clit that she looked down expecting to see someone rubbing her there. Ginger shifted again, dropping her hand to run the metal fingers over the front of her thighs, then back to her breasts. She continued this action, getting her hand as close to Lynn's cunt as she could without actually touching it.
Lynn began to feel an orgasm building, her body quivering and bucking, every muscle tense, every nerve on end. She wondered if Ginger could tell. It felt so good she didn't care that a room full of woman were staring at her, entranced by her torment. Again she wished that she was tied to the pole. She felt like she was going to explode. She wanted nothing more than for Ginger to move over an inch and run the brass over her clit. She just wanted to come.
Time seemed to stand still. The pent up energy inside her had no way to get out. She wasn't going to stop now, she wasn't going to let go. It felt so good! Her breasts, her thighs, pleasure shooting from her clit. More, more, but she couldn't stand it anymore! She desperately wanted to come.
Then, like the first drops of rain, she started to come. Little sparks of energy, teasing her with excruciating pleasure while denying her the full release of orgasm. The sparks began flashing faster, the rain gradually changing from scattered drops to a real shower. Then the storm hit, exploding through her. She found herself being held by several hands, being let down gently to the floor. She felt dizzy, and wondered if she had fainted. Ginger must have caught her fall. Then Sandy was by her side, holding her hand, asking if she was OK.
She had lost. She didn't care. She never knew losing could feel so good.