Fall to your knees

As the laughter of the sorority girls fades into the distance, something inside you shifts. The humiliation is overwhelming, and it ignites a strange mixture of shame and desire within you. You find yourself glancing at their retreating figures, your heart racing as the gravity of the situation settles in.

Before you can think twice, you drop to your knees, feeling the rough pavement against your skin. The heels of your shoes clack awkwardly as you shift forward, instinctively crawling after them. You can’t believe what you’re doing, yet you feel an undeniable pull, a need to submit to them in this moment.

“Wait!” you call out, your voice shaky. The words spill from your lips before you can even process them. You’re aware of how **** you sound, but the need for their attention overwhelms any remaining sense of pride.

The girls stop in their tracks, turning to face you with expressions of surprise mixed with delight. Ashley raises an eyebrow, her lips curling into a smirk. “Oh look, he’s learned his place,” she says, feigning surprise. “How cute.”

Brooke crosses her arms, leaning against the porch railing with a sly grin. “What are you doing down there, Tom?” she teases, taking a step closer. “I thought you wanted to be treated like a man. Now you look like our little pet.”

You can’t meet their eyes, your cheeks burning with shame as you continue to crawl. Each movement feels degrading, yet there’s a thrill running through you, an acknowledgment that you’re giving in to the power they hold over you. “Please… just let me come inside,” you murmur, the desperation evident in your tone.

Claire steps forward, her boots clicking sharply against the ground as she gets close. “What’s that? I didn’t quite catch that,” she says, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. “You’re going to have to say it louder if you want us to hear you.”

You swallow hard, feeling the weight of their eyes on you. “I want to come inside,” you finally admit, the words tasting bitter as they leave your mouth. “I’m sorry for what I did. Please.”

Ashley laughs, clearly enjoying your submission. “Well, look at that. He wants to be let in,” she says, glancing back at her friends, who share conspiratorial smiles. “What do you think, girls? Should we let him in?”

Brooke taps her foot, her expression thoughtful as she pretends to consider. “I don’t know. He did just spill coffee all over you, Ashley. Do you think he’s really sorry?”

“Please!” you plead again, pushing yourself further forward, **** for their approval, their forgiveness. The coffee-stained remnants of your pride seem to fade away with every inch you crawl toward them. “I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” Claire asks, her tone teasing as she leans closer, her boot hovering above your head. “You mean you’ll be our little servant, huh?”

You nod eagerly, your heart racing as the thrill of submission fills you. “Yes! I’ll be your servant. I’ll do whatever you want. Just let me inside.”

Ashley exchanges a knowing look with Brooke and Claire, a devious smile spreading across her face. “All right, then,” she says, her voice dripping with authority. “You want to come inside? Prove it.”

She takes a step back, allowing you a glimpse of the door leading into the house. “Crawl to the front door and knock,” she orders. “If you can do that without falling over, we’ll think about letting you in.”