Part 1: ↓
You were running around the first month of university yet to join any fraternity and soon enough almost all had reached the max amount of pledges they needed so you went to the only one you knew of that was still accepting and as a bonus, they were hosting a garden party at their frat house so you figured you could at least check it out.
This fraternity was famous for being women-dominated, it was majority women after all but one of the only ones that was somehow mixed gender yet you'd scarcely seen any male members still the rumour on the streets was they were still accepting and you wanted to avoid rushing into any other prematurely.
Slowly as you walked down the street music became louder and when you rounded the corner you saw their house standing proudly as the only house in a cul-de-sac, to call it a mansion seemed more appropriate and the sign hanging above the door signalled you were in the right place.
Pledge party around back all welcome.
Walking through the gate there was no gatekeeper or doorman but when you tried the door it was locked. Groaning in frustration you were about to throw in the towel and leave when you noticed the sign which had been knocked down hidden behind a bush beside the gate.
Follow path for party >
Dutifully doing as the sign instructed you followed the path around the side of the house and were met with a towering wooden fence and a closed wooden garden gate with another sign on it.
Women welcome. Boys knock and wait.
This was a stupid idea you thought but the only other house accepting pledges was famed for its toxic masculinity and backwards world views so you were unwilling to go to them lest you risk alcohol poisoning if the amounts they required pledges to drink were accurate.
Knocking you waited and a voice shouted over the fence. "One second."
You stood there waiting for what felt like an eternity.
The gate swung open and you struggled to keep your tongue in your mouth as your jaw dropped at the figure standing before you. She wore a short black and white maid's dress with a matching headband made of some rubbery material with a functional pair of heels holding her up at a height you had to look up to meet her eyes, she held a serving tray underneath one arm.
"Sorry about that I was serving drinks." She spoke cheerily and apologetically
"That's okay, I didn't mind the wait."
She looked you up and down before smirking. "Looking to pledge?" She asked to which you nodded. "I'm glad, follow me and I'll introduce you to the house president."
Nodding she turned and led the way so you followed closing the door behind you and stepping into the backyard the first thing which struck you was the number of maids waiting hand and foot on the women who were lounging around on sofas, deckchairs and some women were making use of the pool to swim. Walking through a realisation hit you, there were no guys here or none that you'd seen at least.
The maid led you to a pop-up gazebo which housed a long U-shaped sofa where multiple women were sitting comfortably across, some on their phones, others were reading magazines or checking notes, the maid walked up to the one sitting in the middle and curtsied. "Ma'am."
No one turned their attention to the maid at first, had they not heard? But after a few seconds, they lowered their phone and looked up at the maid with a smile. "Yes, my dear?"
The maid bowed their head slightly. "I have an aspiring pledge member looking to join."
She stepped to one side so the chapter president could look at you properly and you felt her calculating gaze seem to dissect you as she scanned you from top to bottom.
"Leaving it a little last minute aren't you?" Her voice teased and you gave a small nod eliciting a laugh from her as she continued. "And let me guess, you're not willing to try out for those frat boys on the other side of town? Not a fan of drinking beer out of a trough like a pig?"
Nod again but this time she wasn't satisfied with your answer.
"I'm going to need a verbal answer." She warned.
Swallowing the lump in your throat you stumbled at first.
"Oh, uh yes, that's not really my thing."
"Ma'am." She added sternly and smiled up at you as she corrected you. "Oh, uh yes ma'am." She added to your sentence with a smirk when she saw your eyes widen.
Understanding what she was asking you were quick to make up for it. "Sorry, Ma'am."
Humming approvingly she stood up and turned to the maid. "He's got potential, bring him to the basement while I get ready and message me his measurements."
"Yes, Ma'am." Bowing the maid turned to you and signalled to follow which you did, an urge to look back at her surprised you as she stood there talking to her squad and when you turned back your eyes dropped to where the maid's short skirt ended teasing their cheeks.
"Uh, the basement? I'm not going to be killed right?" Chuckling nervously, you tried to lighten the mood and calm your pounding heart.
The maid laughed as she led you through the house. "Well, it's a sort of death I suppose. You'll be reborn into a new society if you're willing to take the pledge."
Once the two of you arrived at the top of the stairs presumably leading to the basement the maid pulled out a pad and pen from her apron. "You first, wait at the door I need to grab some measuring tape."
Walking down the stairs you couldn't have gone through the door if you wanted as it was padlocked so you pulled your phone out and scrolled aimlessly before the clicking of heels pulled you back into the moment. She towered over you at the top of the stairs and you had to drop your eyes to not look up her skirt.
"Oh, aren't you precious." The maid teased. "Most men wouldn't have passed over the chance for a peek. I take it you're not like other men?"
"Uh no." You blushed and she tapped your nose gently as she corrected you.
"No Ma'am."
"Sorry, no Ma'am."
She smiled and pulled out a key to unlock the door.
"I'm sorry but am I the only guy to pledge? It's just I wasn't expecting to be alone."
Pulling the door open she offered her hand out for you to grab. "Freshmen are either upstairs in their rooms or already out at the party. Just because you didn't see them doesn't mean they weren't there."
You accepted the offered hand and she led you into the basement, which was nothing like you imagined, it certainly was no murder room at least, there was a circular rug in the middle of the room surrounded by leather sofas and the walls were adorned with TVs while a bar was in the corner. "Stand in the middle please and strip to your boxers."
"Do I have to?" Your hand went defensively to your collar of your shirt.
"Do I have to Ma'am? And yes unless you want us to drop you off at that macho asshole house but trust me they'll do worse, I heard they got a pledge to strip and run across the pitch with glowing paint on their wiener."
You definitely didn't want that so you reluctantly removed your shirt and jeans, placed your socks and shoes to one side. The maid came up with the tape and recorded your measurements while humming approvingly. "You have a good waist and a nice amount of fat. It's good to know you're not a slob but there's not too much muscle either, you're a real Goldilocks."
"Thank you, Ma'am." You weren't sure if it was truly a compliment but you thanked her anyway and she smiled at you.
"Good boy, you're learning. Right boxers down." She ordered and your hands jumped to your waistband.
"What?"
"Don't worry it's nothing bad I just need to know it's length. There's nothing to be ashamed about."
Gently she lifted your hands free and she pulled them down eliciting an approving hum. "Well trimmed this'll be easier than most."
The tape was cold as she pressed it to your base and with clinical precision she measured your limp member and your ball sack.
As she stood up she wrote down everything on her pad and you felt a shot of confidence hit you so you jokingly suggested. "You don't want how long it is erect?"
She raised an eyebrow as she looked down. "No, that's not necessary."
Sending off the message she pointed to a door you hadn't noticed. "In there is a shower and toilet. Freshen up and we should be ready."
You moved to pull up your boxers but her hand stopped your own. "I'm afraid you can't take those with you. There's a towel inside."
Quickly jumping in the shower, you realised it was only feminine products on the shelf but you did as ordered.
Grabbing the towel, you dried yourself and stepped back into the basement where the maid was carrying a clothes bag and the president was sipping a cocktail with a box in the other hand. Your clothes were gone and they both turned to look at you. The president smiled while the maid draped the bag over the other sofa and signalled for you to stand in the middle again which you did.
The maid gently held your shoulders and turned you towards the president who spoke as she played with the box.
"Our pledges are a little different from most. It's not so much a one-and-done you're in type scenario. You'll pledge and we'll enforce it for you, understand?"
"Yes, Ma'am." You answered and she smiled.
"Most men have to spend time in their rooms but I see something in you so if you promise not to fight it or argue, you can come straight to the party."
"I understand Ma'am."
"Good. Kneel."
Your knees buckled as you fell to the floor but the plush rug softened the blow.
"Well done." She opened the box but before revealing the contents she continued. "The rule is simple, you'll serve this fraternity any way your frat sisters see fit, if a woman gives an order that you're not comfortable with you may provide why and we'll accommodate it. We're here to push you to be your best selves not needlessly torture. To prove your loyalty to the house you have to surrender something fundamental to all men."
Slowly she lifted the contents of the box revealing a plastic contraption that was phallic-shaped. "You'll wear this and by doing so you'll surrender your own orgasms to the group."
"I can't wear that." You didn't move away seemingly entranced by the item in her hand.
"You can and will, all male members must."
"I-I can't it won't fit it's too small."
"It's measured and designed for long-term wear, don't fret you'll still have release just on a schedule and dependent on good behaviour which you currently aren't showing."
Her voice deepened and you were reminded of the promise not to fight.
"How can I trust you?" You whispered almost not believing yourself, you weren't storming out even if you were only wrapped in a towel.
She looked up at the maid.
"Show him."
The maid curtsied then lifted her skirt and parted her underwear, you wanted to look away but the maid's eyes were locked on your own until a flash of silver caught your eye and you looked down to see a cage that shocked you, unlike the one they were offering you it was metal and tiny leaving a flat bump so small the balls were bigger.
"You'll be well looked after and I can attest to that, all you have to surrender is your manhood and a whole world of possibilities will be open to you."
The maid fixed their underwear and dropped their skirt before grabbing the cage from the president and dropping to her own knees in front of you. "Trust me."
Her hands were dainty and slim with purple-painted nails, she parted the towel and you couldn't get the contradiction out of your head. She was Schrodinger's maid, both male and female, feminine and masculine even if that masculinity was locked away. A shock of cold had you sucking in a quick breath and looking down the maid had squirted a dollop of lube onto your tip before lathering it into the cage she pulled the ring behind your balls and you moved to stop her but she batted your hand away. "Wait."
She slid the cage on smoothly with ease and you whimpered at the sensations, she held the cage in place but didn’t lock it, instead, she looked up at you. "You have to make the decision and if you're worried don't be outside these grounds you can present as male to avoid any awkwardness if you prefer. You'll be allowed a single suitcase of male clothes but during fraternity events and here at home since you're a freshman you'll have your clothes dictated by the seniors."
"Are yours?" You asked and the maid smiled.
"No, I'm trusted enough to choose my own clothes and when performing house chores you'll be provided the proper uniform."
"Will I have the key?"
Laughing at your question the president tutted as well and you felt like you'd asked a silly question, the maid handed you the key before moving her hand up to your shoulder.
"You'll be assigned a keyholder who'll be entrusted to manage your releases and hygiene cleans." She answered and you looked down at the key now in your hand.
"Who holds yours?"
"As head maid and the most senior male member, my keys are held by the president. But your name will go into a hat and all the girls who aren't keyholders pick one out while any spare keys are assigned to the president for emergency use."
"No one else will know?" You asked looking up first at the maid then past her up at the president who nodded before answering.
"Anyone who isn't of this fraternity will have no idea, you can go to class as normal and however you choose to justify your growing hair is up to you but hey at least you don't have to chug a barrel of beer. Think back to when you first walked through the party, all those maids, did they seem unhappy? No, they were all smiles and the girls loved having them. Our motto is women lead, men serve. All those maids will be like you and you can seek support from anyone even me for help and once you graduate you can go about your life after signing an NDA or you can join the alumni program.
You felt possessed, your hand was shaking but you managed to slide the key into the lock, each pin sliding back clicking into place pulling on your heartstrings like a violin until the key was all the way in, your breath hitched as you twisted the key and locked everything into place.
The key slid out more easily outwards than inwards and you handed it to the maid who gave it to the president who hummed approvingly at your decision.
"Welcome to the sisterhood."
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