Still denied

As the playful teasing continues, you can’t shake the feeling of longing to be let inside the sorority house. Every laugh, every taunt from Ashley, Brooke, and Claire sends a thrill through you, but it also heightens your sense of yearning. Each time you kneel, each time you kiss their boots, you hope that this might be the moment they decide to let you in.

“Why won’t you just let me inside?” you finally ask, the words spilling out in a mix of frustration and desire. “I promise I’ll behave!”

Ashley crosses her arms, tilting her head with a smirk. “Behave? You mean like you did yesterday when you spilled coffee all over yourself? Or when you fell flat on your face?” She laughs, the sound light and teasing, but with an edge that reminds you of your place.

“Besides,” Claire adds, stepping forward and nudging your shoulder with her foot, “why would we let you in when you’re having so much fun out here? This is our playground, and you’re just our little pet.”

“Exactly,” Brooke chimes in, her voice playful yet firm. “We don’t want you inside messing up our space. It’s much better watching you squirm out here.”

You lower your gaze, feeling the heat of embarrassment creep up your cheeks. “I just want to be part of it,” you admit quietly, longing for their acceptance. “Please.”

Ashley kneels down beside you, her eyes locking onto yours. “Part of it? You mean like a toy we can play with? Because that’s what you are right now,” she says, her tone teasing but also oddly sincere. “You’re not ready to be inside yet, but you can keep kneeling out here and earn your place.”

With each word, you feel a strange mix of frustration and excitement. “I can do it,” you say, a newfound determination swelling inside you. “I’ll show you I can be good enough to come inside.”

Brooke laughs, her amusement echoing in the air. “You really think we’re just going to let you in because you say so? You need to prove yourself first!”

You nod, the challenge igniting something within you. “I will. I promise.”

“Alright, then,” Ashley says, standing up and brushing off her jeans. “Let’s see what you’ve got. Get up and crawl over here to us.”

You take a deep breath, pushing yourself back onto your knees. The moment feels electric, and as you start crawling toward them, the girls giggle and step back, creating just enough distance to keep you yearning for more.

But as you get closer, they step away again, leading you in circles around the yard. “Look at you, crawling like a little pet!” Claire teases, her laughter ringing in your ears. “You’re so cute when you’re trying so hard.”

“Maybe if you keep this up, we’ll think about letting you inside,” Ashley adds, her tone light but layered with authority. “But for now, you need to stay right where you are.”

Frustration wells up inside you, but the thrill of their attention keeps you going. “Just give me a chance!” you plead, feeling a mix of desperation and excitement. “I’ll do anything!”

“Anything?” Brooke repeats, her voice dripping with mockery. “That sounds promising. But we’ll have to think about it. For now, just stay on your knees and keep crawling. Maybe one day, we’ll reward you with a chance to come inside.”

As the teasing continues, you feel the weight of their laughter, a reminder of your place in their world. Each laugh and playful jab only intensifies your desire to prove yourself, to earn their approval.

Despite their firm denial, the playful dynamics create a strange sense of belonging. You realize that kneeling outside, despite the humiliation, is a form of connection. The desire to be accepted by them fuels your determination.

So, you remain there, on your knees, crawling in circles, yearning for the moment they might decide to finally let you in, fully aware that until then, you’ll embrace every moment of the playful torment they bring.