Secret Girls Club

Secret Girls Club 20 to 21

By SubstituteWriter
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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 purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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Secret Girls Club Part 20

(The holiday season gives Dove a chance to show off for her older sister and to get to know the other members of the secret society.)

Mel thoroughly enjoyed her glamorous treatment from an excited group of naked sophomores. They pampered her by massaging her hands, fingers, toes and feet and then by applying polish to nails and toes. They loved acting as Mel’s personal servants, feeding her grapes, chocolates and other sweet and savory foods.

Christa had them perform several tasks, including a relay crabwalk which produced the funniest time of the afternoon. They were rewarded by giving each other organisms and showering together.

I presented Christa with a friendship ring. We embraced warmly and that was it. She was dating Rea, the only other freshman member of the club, and the two seemed to be good together.

At a special holiday gathering, I met most of the other secret society members. I felt honored to be the only freshman among a group of seniors, a handful of juniors and two sophomores. They approached me with respect and welcomed me into their society. I became an official member when Sindee announced it at the end of the evening.

A female disc jockey kept the atmosphere raging with all kinds of dance music designed to keep us on our feet. I felt so popular as I danced with at least 10 different girls. I reserved a slow dance for Christa, taking the opportunity to tell her how happy I was for her and Rea.

I also had a nice long talk with Mel just before she left to return to college. It was really the first meaningful talk we’ve had. She told me about a man she was dating and who made her happy. She told me it took her all of high school to define her sexuality and explained there was no wrong decision when it came to love and commitment. “You know when you know,” she said.

In my freshman brain, I was always confused and scattered about my own sexuality. I knew I would always keep girls closer to my heart than boys. They would be my best friends and closest confidants. Boys just acted like third graders and were always playing games. I could see some of the older boys treated their girlfriends with respect and considered them equal partners. I had never met a boy like that, so I just ignored them all.

The Christmas break was exactly that: a break. I assessed my first semester of high school and realized I had taken on far too much. I had to make sure that schoolwork came first but that didn’t mean I was going to drop the secret club. In fact, I was willing to accept even more responsibility when it came to that.

In a heart-to-heart talk with my subby sophs, I made them understand that they were all important to me but playtime would have to be limited. I reestablished that their grades and education were the most important things to me and if they wanted to make me proud, good grades would do that.

We did manage a play day, hosted by Blondie, whose parents were in Europe at the time. That left an Olympic-sized swimming pool available. Clothing was optional, so if you were a fly on the wall, you would have seen a dozen naked 13- and 14-year-olds running around.

We all took turns acting as lifeguards and Blondie surprised us with a catered lunch, served by an all-female staff in maid uniforms. The clothed, college-aged women were amused by the lack of clothing but did not make a big deal out of it.

KK and the MM’s held a bondage seminar after lunch, and two of the college servers volunteered to be tied up. That made them very popular and they were kept bound the rest of the afternoon, long after their fellow servers had left for the day.

Both of them had their work clothes cut off and the sight of fuller breasts and wider hips got the girls all worked up. The college girls fully accepted their situation and may even have found a few new friends among the sophomores.

I kept my clothes on, deeming the day a success. It was fun to watch naked girls having fun. I was also interested by the submission of the two college girls and definitely felt a few tingles when their clothes came off. I would have to ask Mel about that the next time we spoke.

End of Part 20

Secret Girls Club Part 21

(Dove helps Marcie start her own harem as a couple of sophomores try to put up a fight.)

Marcie started hanging around with me at lunch the first week back from the holiday break. It was odd only in that juniors and seniors usually kept to themselves at lunch and seeing a junior hang with a freshman was rare.

She was interested in my “harem of slaves” as she called them. Marcie wondered what it was like to have a group of submissives instead of one of two at a time. She kept coming back day after day with new questions.

The important thing, to me, was having someone like Christa around, who was loyal and kept things organized. I explained how it seemed nearly every sophomore was born submissive and perhaps she could collect her own set of subs.

I agreed to help her find a couple of subs. All I had to do was go through the waiting list of sophomores who wanted to wrestle me.

I had two girls scheduled for the weekend and then went to the next two on the list to see if they were interested in wrestling Marcie. Both agreed.

That Friday night, me and Marcie sat across from Eveline and Barbie, two sophomores who reeked of submission. They were quiet, kept their heads down and agreed to all of our terms without so much as a “but” between them. Neither offered any terms of their own.

Eve knew she would belong to Marcie, a truly blonde goddess, after I beat her. She looked over at her and half-smiled.

Marcie had laid out specific plans for Barbie, making sure Eve heard everything. She added a few things to my general rules regarding being tied to the Wall of Shame.

They both knew, for instance, that they would no longer have any say about the way they dressed and that “their” time became Marcie’s time. It was agreed that both had to commit to getting good grades, keep perfect attendance at school and message Marcie any time they wanted to do anything. They would need permission for most everything.

Marcie and Barbie took to the wrestling mat first. Marcie ripped Barbie’s shirt off in the first few seconds and then toyed with her for a while. She’d grab barbie’s arms and hold them behind her back while spinning her around in circles. Then she’d slam her to the mat, removing one shoe and one sock before jumping back up to the neutral position.

It was a drawn-out embarrassment for Barbie, who had to listen to taunts from KK, Blondie, Iris, Lilly, Brownie and the M&Ms. Marcie took her down several more times before the other shoe and sock fell and her shorts were taken away.

Marcie circled around her describing some of the things she’d have to do when she “belonged” to her. The more she talked, the redder Barbie’s face got. I had to admit a certain excitement watching Barbie turn red all over. I thought about how nice she’d look when down on all fours.

Marcie finally pulled off Barbie’s panties, ending the match. After the ref signaled the end, Marcie tore the panties and used them to tie Barbie’s hands behind her back. Then she guided the naked loser to where her sophomore friends assembled. They stayed there during my match with Eve.

Eve didn’t put up much of a struggle. She grabbed at me a few times but never held on nor did she try to remove any of my clothing.

It didn’t take long to get her clothes off. I threw each piece toward the sophomores, who cheered every item.

After the shirt I went behind her and grabbed her under shoulders, making sure both of her arms were raised as in surrender.

The shoes, socks and shorts were all thrown into the cheering crowd. I copied Marcie and ripped apart Eve’s panties, using them to bind her wrists together.

I escorted Eve to where Marcie and Barbie were standing. Marcie took some rope she had and wrapped it around Eve’s waist before cinching a knot and using the same rope around Barbie’s waist. That’s how they marched to the Wall of Shame.

Marcie then untied their hands and repositioned them above the bar “and tying them off for the rest of the night.

Marcie threw her arm around my shoulder and we went and bought a couple of juices.

“I didn’t quite hear everything you told Barbie,” I said after we sat down. “But it seemed to really embarrass her.”

“Well, she didn’t know she was going to kiss her friends’ shoes either,” Marcie said. “She never did get a chance to see any of your match. She was too busy on the ground.”

“So, you’ve thought about what you’re going to have them do for you?”

“Sure; all the usual stuff and I’m going to train them to be pets.”

I gasped “Whoa, what?”

“Yeah, I always wanted to have my own pets. I’m not quite sure if I want dogs, cats, ponies, or maybe rabbits or pigs. I’ll have to see how they adapt to each animal.”

“I can see them crawling around, but to actually perform as pets? That’s something else.”

“Like I always say, you have to be open to any experience,” she said.

I looked around the basement, imagining how all the dommes treated their subs. When I looked back at Marcie, I was once again overwhelmed by her beauty. She’s sitting with me like we were equals. And then it hit me. We’re both members of the secret society within the secret club.

We were equals (except on the mat) and we were going to do this all over again the next evening. I’m back on top.

End of Part 21

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