Mark Becomes a Hollywood Girl
Olive includes Mark as they give Natalie an orgasm
Part Four of the serial Yes, Mistress Olive
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As the months of Mark’s freshman year at college passed, warm sunny days gave way to cold stormy days. Mark traded his shorts and flip-flops for jeans and boots. In the most unusual of circumstances, he had pledged to the Beta Lambda Sorority. This was not really a sorority; rather it was Olive Brown’s group of Holiday Girls who were sworn to serve her.
Etta, Ruth, Mary, and two other girls — Faith Alden and Lita Little — made up the Holiday Girls. Of these, all but Etta were dyed in the wool lesbians. Etta was bisexual. In addition to Mark, there were two other pledges: Natalie Treat and Patsy Peters. As best Mark could tell, Natalie was straight and Patsy was a lesbian.
Olive, Etta, Ruth, and Mary lived in the Beta Lambda house. Mark and the others stored clothes and other personal belongings in the house, and they slept there whenever they wanted. Mark slept in the beds with the girls. Mark frequently provided them with the benefit of his oral capabilities, but they never reciprocated, and there was never any traditional intercourse. Now and again, Etta manually helped him relieve his swollen stresses. However, she was forbidden, by Olive, to engage in direct sexual activity with him — Mark was a mere pledge. Olive had not explicitly said it, but Mark anticipated this restriction would be lifted once he was pinned as a full member of the Holiday Girls.
Mark had been concerned the time Olive required him to be in the house would detract from his college studies, to the detriment of his grades. But, the opposite happened. Ruth, Mary, Faith, and Patsy were also students at the university, and the five of them formed a study group. Olive and Etta, being the eldest in the house, mothered them. The grades of the five students were closely monitored, and they spent time strapped to the spanking bench, for a genuine paddling, if they brought home any grade below a B. Mark’s grades had never been better.
As a pledge, Mark was required to attend sessions in spanking and bondage — both as a top and a bottom. Additionally, he was schooled in the refined art of pussy kissing. For the most part, Mark was a submissive, and he grew to love the role. However, Olive insisted he learn the way of a Dominant as well. He did enjoy giving the girls bare bottom spankings, binding their feet, and subjecting them to tickle torture. Olive also insisted he learn to administer anal punishments and rewards to the girls.
Likewise, Natalie and Patsy used him as a subject for their advanced education. He was a willing submissive subject as he was occasionally allowed to come.
Late one Friday afternoon, Mark went to the Beta Lambda house for the pinning ceremony. This was the day he would swear his loyalty to the Holiday Girls, and, more importantly, his devotion to Mistress Olive. He would promise to adore her and to treat her as a goddess. In his mind, the ceremony was a mere formality. He had, in his heart, completed this task months earlier.
He was the first of the three pledges to arrive. Etta escorted him into one of the bedrooms.
“Get undressed and sit in a chair.” Etta indicated the three folding chairs along the wall. “Don’t touch that.” She pointed to the bed.
She left, and Mark disrobed. For a moment, he looked at the bed where a sheet concealed something on the bed. Mark knew he could lift the corner of the sheet to see what was underneath, and no one would ever know. Yet, he didn’t. He parked his bare bottom on the cold metal chair and waited.
A moment later, the door opened and Patsy entered. While she was undressing, she asked, “What’s that?” indicating the covered bed.
Mark answered, “I don’t know. Etta said not to touch it.”
Once naked, Patsy sat beside Mark. “Damn, this is cold,” she said.
Natalie was the last to arrive. Etta remained to supervise as Natalie shed her clothes. Then, Etta pulled back the sheet.
“Here are your costumes for tonight,” Etta said. “Get dressed and join us for dinner.” She left and closed the bedroom door.
The three naked pledges looked down at the mock Catholic schoolgirl outfits. Each of them had a white Oxford shirt and tartan plaid skirt; a garter belt and red stockings were the only underwear provided. Mark had hoped Olive would make an allowance for his gender, but she had not. He was swearing to be a Holiday Girl, with the emphasis on the word, Girl.
The three pledges wordlessly dressed and inserted their butt plugs. Natalie helped Mark don the stockings and fasten them to the garter belt. Then, they marched out to the living room in their stocking feet — no shoes had been included.
The three pledges were led into the dining room. There were no empty seats at the table, and the pledges were positioned between the seats of the sisters.
“Kneel,” Olive commanded. “Clasp your hands behind your back.”
The Holiday Girls commenced their meal. They candidly discussed the attributes of the candidates — the good and the bad points — as though Natalie, Patsy, and Mark could not hear them. They discussed why each pledge should be allowed to join the Holiday Girls, and why they should be rejected. All the while, the three pledges were fed from the plates of those seated at the table.
Following the meal, the three pledges cleared the table and washed the dishes. The Holiday Girls pushed the furniture against the walls to clear a large space in the living room. The room lights were extinguished. Only six candles illuminated the room. Eerie, foreboding music, Lurking in the Shadows, played softly from the stereo.
Mark and the two girls were paraded into the living room. They stood facing Mistress Olive, who was flanked by Faith and Lita. Etta, Mary, and Ruth took positions behind the pledges.
Mark had heard about the pinning rituals of sororities in years gone by. The straight girls were required to perform lesbian acts to prove their sisterhood bonding. Or, senior boys from the frat houses were invited to have sex with the pledges while their sorority sisters watched. Mark had considered these scenarios to be mere fodder for porn movie plots. Additionally, the university banned hazing years earlier. But, Beta Lambda was not controlled by the university. Mark expected he would be required to demonstrate his loyalty in ways only Mistress Olive could imagine.
Olive opened the ceremony saying, “Your uniforms represent the education you have received in the preparation to become Holiday Girls.” She swallowed. “Fold over and touch your toes.”
Like the two girls, Mark complied. The short skirts rose to expose their bare bottoms, framed by the straps of the garter belts. Unlike the girls, he was acutely aware of his manhood precariously dangling between his thighs.
Suddenly, the room echoed with a sharp crack as three paddles simultaneously whacked the three bare bottoms. Mark strained to hold back the urge to cry out. Both girls shrieked.
“Why are you here?” Olive asked.
In unison, the three announced, “To pledge ourselves to the sisterhood of the Holiday Girls of Beta Lambda.” This was the one line Etta had told them to rehearse.
Whack
“Do you swear to always treat your sisters with honesty and respect?”
“Yes.”
Whack
“Do you promise to adore your Mistress Olive and to treat her as a goddess?”
“Yes.”
Whack
“When called upon by a sister, do you swear to put her needs before your own?”
“Yes.”
“Arise,” Olive commanded. “Hold out your hands.”
Mark extended his hands, and Etta wrapped a red ribbon around his wrists. She did not knot the ribbon, but Mark would have limited use of his hands without shaking the ribbon free.
Olive said, “This ribbon symbolizes the bondage of your word. It is a yoke you could easily shake off. Keeping it will require effort just as keeping your promise to your sisters will require effort.”
Etta tied a blindfold over his eyes.
Olive continued, “The darkness symbolizes your faith in your sisters’ guidance when you cannot see the pathway for yourself.” After a pause, she commanded, “Kneel.”
Mark knelt. The carpet in the living room was preferable on his knees to the hardwood flooring of the dining room.
Olive said, “Follow the guidance of your sister.”
There was a brief rustle of fabric, and then Mark felt Etta’s hands pull his head down. As he folded into the yoga Balasana, or child’s pose, he had to push his arms backward, between his knees, to maintain the ribbon around his wrists. His manhood rested on his forearms. As his face approached the floor, he inhaled Etta’s musky scent before he felt the warmth of her pussy against his face.
Olive said, “As a sign of loyalty, give your sister a kiss.”
With his nose buried in the curly hairs at the bottom of Etta’s belly, Mark caressed her clit with his tongue. He imagined this would be a tough part for poor Natalie; she was heterosexual. But, he thought, Olive might have cut her some slack. With the blindfold, he didn’t really know what Natalie and Patsy were experiencing.
Etta held his face to her pussy. Surprisingly, he heard whispering sounds around him. He couldn’t discern the words, or the exactly where they came from. This was followed by strained grunts. After a moment, it happened again.
Then a warm hand rested on his bare bottom. Fingers withdrew his butt plug. Etta gripped his head tightly between her thighs.
Olive whispered in his ear, “Accepting me inside you symbolizes your desire to be one with your sisters.”
A cold, hard object pressed against his anus. It was smaller than a butt plug, and slipped easily inside him. Olive began to fuck him with a strap-on dildo. While it didn’t hurt, he imagined girls found fucking to be more pleasurable than he found this experience. With each stoke, Olive drove the phallus deeper.
“Ugh,” Mark groaned, as it entered unexplored depths.
After only a few moments, she withdrew and replaced the butt plug.
Once again in the front of the group, Olive announced, “Arise, my sisters!”
Etta helped Mark stumble to his feet. She removed the ribbon from around his wrists, she unbuttoned the plaid skirt and let it drop to the floor, and she unbuttoned the Oxford shirt and pulled it free from his arms. Finally, she draped a robe over his head and guided his hands into the sleeves.
“Return to the light,” Olive said. “Remove your blindfolds.”
As Mark’s vision returned, he saw Etta holding a candle and a book of matches.
Olive continued, “Sisters, illuminate your flame so that it may join the light of the Holiday Girls.”
Mark, Natalie, and Patsy struck their matches and lit the candles. Looking around, he saw they were all now dressed in long, black graduation gowns.
THE END, but the story continues in Part Five— Olive Teaches Mark the ways of a Dom
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