Your first frat party

You can’t believe initiation is finally over and you are a full-fledged member of the Phi Sig frat. After the private initiation ceremony, you move your stuff into your new room and start getting ready for the keg party tonight to celebrate.

When you head downstairs the party is already going strong.

“John!” Joe yells while putting his arm around your neck and shoving a beer in your hand, “so glad you made it bud.”

He smashes his beer into yours. Then in a much quieter tone, “You’ll have to tell me about the Omegas. I saw they had you running around in some panties. But I want the full details, especially on Victoria. She is one hard chick to get to know.”

Just as Joe finishes his sentence Victoria, saunters in, almost like she had been summoned. She walks through the room with an air of dominance that makes every man stop and take notice. Her black skintight dress hugs her curves like a second skin, accentuating her figure and long, toned legs.

She casually walks over to Joe, and purrs in her seductive voice, “Good evening, Joe. Congratulations on your newest members.” Joe blushes a deep crimson as he stumbles over his words in nervousness. You’ve never seen someone have such an effect on him.

Then her piercing eyes lock onto yours, and for a split second, you think you can feel the heat from her gaze searing into your soul. “John,” She says, her voice dripping with sweet venom, “it’s been so long since we last crossed paths. Do come find me later tonight, ****,” she adds playfully before sashaying out of the room leaving behind a wake of arousal and confusion.

You feel your heart race as you look into Victoria’s eyes. There’s something about her that captivates you despite knowing better. Joe nudges you in the ribs, breaking the momentary trance she has over you. You take a deep breath to compose yourself and nod at Joe before taking a long swig of your beer.

“Yeah man, hell week with the Omegas was intense,” you start to say, but as much as you want to talk to Victoria, you know Joe wants the full story. So, you recount how you were blindfolded most of the time, **** to wear nothing but panties for days on end (which is still a little embarrassing to admit), and how Victoria was always there teasing you.

“One moment she’d be all cold and cruel, like when she made me clean her shoes with my tongue,” you pause to take another swig of your beer, “and then the next second, she’d turn on that charm of hers, rubbing against me or flashing some skin, making me want more.”

Your cock twitches at the memory of how turned on you were around Victoria. Joe grins devilishly and slaps your back in solidarity, “That sounds like classic Omega behavior. They know just how to push our buttons, don’t they?” he says with a wink.

You finish off your beer and head towards the bathrooms. As you make your way through the crowd, her seductive voice echoes in your head, “Do come find me later tonight, ****,” making your heart race and your pants tighten.

You try not to think about Victoria’s words as you make your way to the bathroom but she’s all you can think about. You splash some cold water on your face hoping it’ll clear your head, but when you step out of the bathroom, there she is leaning against the wall, arms crossed over her chest.

“I thought I told you to find me,” she purrs, as a sinister smile spreads across her lips. Your heartbeat picks up speed as you slowly walk towards her, your eyes fixated on her amazing figure hidden underneath that tight dress.

“I-I just needed a moment,” you stammer, trying to regain some semblance of composure. She chuckles softly, amused by your obvious discomfort. She reaches out and traced her fingernail lightly down the center of your chest.

“Victoria... I...” Your words trail off as her finger continues its sensual descent downwards. You involuntarily gasp as she finally brushes against the hardened bulge in your pants.

“Victoria...” you try again, but this time there’s a husky **** pleading in your voice. She smirks at your discomfort and steps closer, her breasts pressing against your chest. Her breath is hot on your neck as she whispers in that sultry voice:

“You can call me Mistress Victoria,” she says before slowly pulling away from you.

Your cock throbs with need as Victoria’s words echo through your mind, “Mistress Victoria.” She turns around and walks away leaving you standing there, completely spellbound by her alluring presence. You can feel the heat radiating between your legs as your pants grow tighter by the second.

With a deep breath, you try to calm yourself down but it’s futile. The thought of being under Victoria’s control has completely taken over your mind. As much as you know you should stay away from her, you find yourself inching closer, drawn like moth to a flame.

You clear your throat nervously before speaking up, “Mistress Victoria,” your voice comes out even more husky than before. She turns around slowly, her eyes locking onto yours, challenging you to back down. But there’s no way in hell that’s happening.

“I-I can’t get you out of my head,” you confess, shame and arousal mixing together into a potent cocktail. She tilts her head slightly, assessing you for a moment before giving you a small, predatory smile.

“And I’m afraid you never will be, ****,” she purrs, taking slow deliberate steps towards you. Your heart rate skyrockets as she stands mere inches away from you, her delicious scent filling your senses. She reaches out and brushes her fingertips against your cheekbone, sending shivers down your spine.

“However,” she continues with a sinister grin, “I am feeling generous tonight. You’ve intrigued me with your eagerness to please.” She takes hold of your hand and tugs you towards the staircase leading upstairs. Confused but eager to please her, you follow blindly.