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This
story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced
nudity,
spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for
the
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Secret Girls Club Part 18
(Dove decides to test herself with a match against a junior. Meanwhile, her following continues to grow.)
Feeling confident, I challenged a junior to a wrestling match and she
accepted. Her name is Marcie and she’s lost more often than won. It was
still a big risk, since she’s only wrestled against juniors and seniors.
I had to reschedule another sophomore to fit it into my schedule. The
girl, who wanted to join our other “secret” society, was impatient but
knew better to get on my bad side.
The match with Marcie will
be the final of the year, as Christmas break starts next week and the
basement will be closed on Saturday.
I went over, in my mind,
all the times I’d seen her wrestle. When she won, it was when she took
advantage of a mistake from her opponent.
During the week, I
gathered some of my sophomore followers and requested they each play a
wrestling dummy. They all readily agreed. I picked KK and the M&Ms,
telling Iris, Lilly, Brownie and Blondie to serve as corner girls. All
eight girls had to be naked, of course.
I had my “dummies”
repeat moves I’d seen Marcie perform and worked on countering them. We
met three times at Christa’s house during the week to help me form a
plan of attack. I had the girls trade roles to keep them all
interested. I even had them strip each other, which made for a good
show and got me extra excited.
After every session, Christa made sure they all showered before getting their clothes back.
Christa and KK began seeing each other again and they both seemed
happy. I enjoyed watching the budding romances among my stable of
girls. I was learning the difference between being their Domme and
allowing them the latitude of being in a relationship. They all
understood the rules I had them following and those took precedent over
anything else.
I loved being in charge over these girls. It
was a rush to know how I controlled them. I didn’t really want a bigger
group, but there was a waiting list of potential submissives. I had to
make a plan so I wasn’t overwhelmed. That was a thought for another day.
Marcie looked like a model. She had a marvelous figure that I’ve had
the pleasure to enjoy at times. I once tied up a sophomore next to her
on the Wall of Shame just to get a closer look. That’s when I knew I
had to wrestle her.
I’d never seen such blonde hair,
glittering and well-coiffed. She didn’t have a strand out of place,
even hanging naked along the wall. Her breasts were flawless; firm and
evenly distributed on a beautiful chest, her nipples aligned correctly
and skin smooth as silk.
If I was ever to have a real lesbian
experience, I’d pick Marcie. Of course, her boyfriend would have a say
in that. He’s a star quarterback on the football team and had just
helped lead the school to the state championship class AA semifinals,
where they lost by one point when the opponents completed a ‘Hail Mary’
pass with no time left on the clock. Christa told me he’d likely
receive a college scholarship. He wanted to attend Texas, Notre Dame or
Penn State.
I wondered if Marcie would leave school a year
ahead of time to follow him. If not, then just maybe she’d be free to …
yikes, I had to snap out of that fantasy. I had to concentrate on our
upcoming match.
Marcie was fairly athletic. She played
volleyball but wasn’t the star. She was like a defensive specialist and
nearly always rotated into the back row. I’d seen her play a few times
and just loved the way she dove for a ball, making a beautiful dig. I
won’t even go into how wonderfully perfect her legs looked.
When we sat down to negotiate that Friday, I asked her why she joined the secret club.
With her bright blue eyes looking at me, she said she wanted to
experience everything life had to offer, whether some people thought it
was weird or not.
“I mean, who’s to say what’s right or
wrong?” she said. “I thought the purpose of life was the pursuit of
happiness. I’m not the best wrestler in the world but I enjoy the
competition and the animalistic feeling of it all. All that sweat
meshing together in close combat. Wow. I’d say it’s almost better than
sex but I’m not sure if I should discuss that with a teenager like
yourself.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” I said a little angrily. I mean, no I had not had sex with a boy and the idea made me shiver.
“I didn’t mean anything by it,” Marice said. “I just don’t know you
well enough and I did not want to presume. You seem pretty nice so I
don’t want to pry. I already know I want to be a writer, so I try to
experience as much as I can. So why did you join?”
“My sister
was involved and shared it with me when I was going to be a freshman.
She knew how I could join right away and I was interested. I don’t hate
boys but they’re just too much trouble. Girls are easier to deal with
and they’re much more responsible. But I’m not tempted to be with a
girl either. I just like the contact. You said it pretty well.”
“That’s not what I’ve heard about you,” Marcie said. “I hear you’ve got some kind of following.”
“Who told you that?”
“Not at liberty to say, I’m afraid. But I like the idea of becoming a
dominatrix, which seems to be your persuasion. In fact, I was happy
when you asked me to wrestle. Now we get to talk to each other, even if
you are three years younger. Since I’ve been here, I haven’t seen such
a promising freshman. Syndee speaks very highly of you.”
“I’m flattered,” I said. “So maybe I can think of something you might agree to doing when I win.”
“If you win? Ha! I’ll tell you what. If you win, you can do whatever
you want with me, except torture or kill me that is. If I win, then I
will invite you to a special party where you can be a slave-in-training
for a night.”
“What, what do you mean a slave-in-training? What would I have to do?”
Marcie laughed. “So, you’re not so confident. I figured you’d take me
up on it since there’s no way you can lose. I’m not going into detail.
Either you’re in or you’re out. We won’t even have to wrestle.”
I knew a lot of people were looking forward to the match and there’s no way I could back down this late. I agreed to terms.
An hour later, Marcie and I stood opposite each other in just our
panties. We were circling around looking for an advantage. It had
already been a wild match and people were yelling and screaming. I had
my cheering section and she had hers.
I got her top off easily
but Marcie not only removed my top, she also grabbed my shorts,
bypassing my shoes and socks. She ripped the shorts free and I was
lucky to escape without losing my panties.
When I tried to
emulate her move to my shorts, she sidestepped me, got me on the ground
and removed my shoes and socks, taking her time in doing so. She also
rose up to try and grab my panties but I was able to crawl away.
I went into overdrive, getting turned around so that I was able to grab
her shorts and get rid of them. Then I fell to the floor, tripped her,
and got her shoes and socks off.
So, there we were, each of us
within a win or a loss and each playing it conservatively. We each
tried to get into a bearhug and reach for each other’s panty but both
of us were able to get free.
Then I tried to tackle her but
she got leverage on me, grabbing my waist and flipping me onto my head.
It was easy enough to get my panty off and I lay there, frustrated at
how close I had come to beating a junior.
“Every match is a
lesson,” Marcie said as she grabbed a handful of my hair and stood me
up. My winning streak was over and I was humiliated. She escorted me to
the Wall of Shame and decided I was to be hung upside down. She also
placed tape over my eyes and told me to stay that way until she came to
release me. I was alone with my thoughts.
End of Part 18
Secret Girls Club Part 19
(In which Dove learns of a secret club within the secret club. She
still has to face the consequences of losing to Marcie though, but it
may be worth it.)
Christa invited me to her home for lunch
Saturday, the first official day of the Christmas break. We hadn’t
spent a lot of time together, so it seemed like a good opportunity to
catch up.
Besides, my sister (Mel) was due home from college
on Sunday and I could go over some final preparations with Christa for
the performance we had planned for her that involved my little
sophomore following.
I had placed Christa in charge of
training my submissives to serve Mel in ways that should be
entertaining. That party was scheduled for Monday
I arrived at Christa’s house just before noon and was stunned into silence when Marcie opened the door for me.
“Right on time,” Marcie said, smiling. “That’s a good trait to possess. I like it. Please, enter.”
I stepped inside, where Christa stood, looking sheepish.
“Christa tells me you’re planning a little party for your sister,”
Marcie said. “That’s good. You’ll have plenty of time to do exactly
that. First, I’d like you to give Christa all your clothing and place
your hands at your side.”
A feeling of utter shame swept
through me, knowing this was part of my deal with Marcie. I had spent
the previous evening hanging upside down, naked, and blinded by tape. I
gave her a slight nod before removing my clothes.
I mean, I
had been naked in this house before, so it shouldn’t be such a big deal
but the way Marcie nonchalantly ordered me to strip caused me to feel a
deeper level of humiliation.
When I removed mt panties and
handed them over to Christa, I had to force myself to put my hands at
my side, effectively exposing myself to both Christ and Marcie.
Again, they had both seen me naked but that was when many others were
also undressed around us. Now I was the only one naked and I felt like
a little girl when Marcie took my hand and led me into another room.
At first, I thought she was going to give us some privacy in a locked
room, but that idea disappeared in a flash when I walked in and saw
Sindee and a few other seniors I recognized from the club sitting
behind a table. They each had a serious, no-nonsense look. Marcie had
me stand in the middle of the room and then took her place behind the
table.
“Do you know why you are here Dove?” Sindee asked.
“Yes, I’m paying off my debt to Marcie,” I said.
Sindee and the other seniors all started to laugh, which made me feel even more self-conscious about my lack of attire.
“Marcie, just what did you tell her?” asked Sindee.
“I think I told her she would be getting a lesson as a
slave-in-training,” she said. “It was the first thing that popped in my
head.”
"Sindee shook her head, then picked up a gavel and
slammed it on the table while sporting a huge grin. “It is so noted
that Dove will spend the rest of her time in this house without any
access to covering up and to see to it that we are all, including
Christa, happy.”
I figured it was going to be something
degrading, even though I didn’t think it was going to be today. I
thought it would just be Christa and me. Now it was way more than I
thought.
“Next order of business.” It was Sindee again. “Dove,
you have been nominated to become a member of the Elite Secret Society.
We are the executive board, with the power to move your nomination to a
vote or to deny you entry into the society, which is comprised of girls
who are part of the Secret Fight Club.
“The ‘Society’ hosts
several formal events throughout the school year. For example, we’ve
already held our “Welcome Party” in September and the “Fall Formal” in
November and the “Christmas Formal” last week.
“There’s also
the “President’s Formal” in February, the “Easter Formal” in April, and
the “Summer Party” in June. You would have to be available for the
final three gatherings if you were granted membership.”
A short silence followed before I realized I needed to answer. “Yes, of course I will attend them all.”
“Good. We’ve all been impressed with you Dove and would like to include
you in our secret society. You’d have to be available for meetings, no
matter when they are schedule.”
“Of course.”
“Well,
we have granted you temporary acceptance into our society, which will
be verified by a general vote when school resumes in January.”
“Thank you. I really appreciate this and I will cherish this nomination
and will be do everything in my power to be a strong member.”
“Great. At this point we would award you a robe to wear but since
you’re still obeying Marcie, I’ll give the robe to Christa and you can
collect it when you get your clothes returned.”
“Excuse me,
Sindee, I have a suggestion,” Marcie spoke up. “Why not let Christa
keep her clothes and let her wear the robe home? I’ll return her
clothes at some point.”
“All in favor?”
All four board members voted “Aye,” and that settled that.
“Meeting adjourned.”
At the sound of the gavel, all four of them approached me, hugging me
and welcoming me. I was proud of being named a member of the secret
society, even if it meant staying naked the rest of the day.
Marcie allowed me to meet with Christa to plan our event for Mel, but I
was interrupted by the board members, who had me fetch food and drink
for them.
During the remainder of the day, me and Christa were
able to finalize plans. I also endured tasks like acting as a foot
stool for the board members. As each of them left, I was asked to kiss
each of their feet. Then it was just me and Christa, with Sindee in
another room.
Christa handed me a white robe with gold trim.
It was soft but short, barely reaching mid-thigh. I would have to be
careful walking home, which I had to do barefoot.
It was an eventful day, a special day, and one I would always remember.
End of Part 19