Sigma Omega Sigma Ch. 04-06

Chapter Four

With the ceremony over, Lizzie and I headed out as soon as practical off the Order's property and began exploring the main campus a bit more, especially since I still had classes to attend (unlike her, though few knew it yet). I got a few bizarre looks for my priestly garb, as well as for the handcuffs and being bound to Lizzie in such a manner, while she received them for her Catholic schoolgirl costume. In the mood to relax and see what happened, I went to the campus bookstore, still cuffed to Lizzie, whose short plaid skirt showed off her luscious legs in a way to make men green with envy of me.

"You know, honey, I think that I could get used to this," I teased Lizzie, who giggled in response when she realized just how much I enjoyed her company and took every chance to slip my hand discreetly up her skirt to fondle her buns.

"Please do, Mark. Please do. I want this badly now. I want to marry you. I want to have your name and your ring and all that jazz. I want to give you babies and raise them for you, too. It will be a great marriage, I am sure of it!" Lizzie told me with a few kisses to my face, which left plenty of lipstick on me.

We both perused a few of the magazines and books a bit, though it was tougher to do with one hand each available and the other in handcuffs. Lizzie ended up buying a copy of Vogue or Cosmo or something like that, while I found a copy of Nietzsche's Thus Spake Zarathustra, which I believed to fit the circumstances. I looked in vain for Jack London's White Fang, but the clerk said that it might come in about a week or two from now. The clerk winked at me when he saw the handcuffs, the impression that I got being that he was gay, since he didn't show any interest in Lizzie at all.

"Is it just me or did he really dig you?" Lizzie taunted me a little, playfully, of course.

"Yep, it wasn't just you. I think that he was gay, but don't quote me on that," I smiled.

"I hope that he was. Otherwise, I'd be insulted that he didn't flirt with me at all," Lizzie replied, while I checked my bank account online on my smart phone.

This was one of those moments that reminded me eerily of the movie Skulls, in that scene where Lucas McNamara, played by Joshua Jackson, discovered that he had a shitload more money in his account than he previously believed. Well, I found three thousand dollars more than I had just the day before in my bank account. Damn, that was fast! I suspected that this was an advance on the payment that Victoria promised me before, as if to assure me that she was in earnest about her plans for her daughter and me.

"Mama struck already, didn't she? Damn, she works fast, doesn't she?" Lizzie snickered, giving me yet another kiss, before whispering excitedly, "I can't wait to ride Daddy's cock while watching Mama ride yours!"

"Wait, you ... you've slept with your father before?" I whispered back, very aroused by that idea.

"Honey, any time since he took my cherry that I'm present while Mom fucks other men, Daddy always fucks me. It's a special treat for both of us. To him, it's a reward for being a good cuckold and accepting his role in their marriage. To me, it's a way to teach me that marriage really can be fun if you do it right, I think. Besides, it helps keep our bond closer than most as father and daughter. I love how taboo it is, too! Anyway, remember, he's allowed some other women and I've been added to that list. You won't require me to take myself off it, will you?" Lizzie pleaded in a hushed tone.

"Hell, no! I find it incredibly sexy ... Wait, there's an actual list?" I laughed, "Does your mother have a list, too?"

"Nope. She's got full freedom to fuck around. Hot wife's prerogative, of course. He has a list and any additions or exemptions that she specifically approves. It's not, strictly speaking, an open marriage. It's a wife-led marriage with a hot wife and a cuckold, but both of them are very happy about it, so that's what counts. Ours will be a very different marriage than that. Any lists that are drawn up or not are entirely up to you. But, yeah, she has an actual list of approved partners for him, though she can alter it at a whim. It's not just women, either. Some men on it, too, mostly sissies and co-husbands. Mama loves to watch men fuck and suck each other. So do I," Lizzie licked her lips at that part.

"Just how long is this list of his?" I asked, now curious.

"Twenty-four names long. Eighteen women and six men at last count. I hope to fuck them all, eventually, if you okay it, and I would love to see you do so as well, Master," Lizzie whispered as she licked my left ear.

"I'll certainly take that under advisement, dear," I grinned, as we walked over to a stand and barista selling a variety of coffee just outside the bookstore.

"May I have a cappuccino, please?" Lizzie gave me a pouty look that stole my heart yet again ... damn her for looking so adorable!

"Wow, you really have a talent for charming folks. I'm going to have to work to keep you from topping from the bottom, aren't I?" I laughed, lightly swatting her tush under her skirt, but adding, "Sure, I was planning to get an espresso, anyway. And despite what I just said, most of the time, I'm going to love spoiling you rotten. For one thing, it will give me more reasons to spank your pretty ass raw."

"Yeah, gonna love me some spankings. Preferably over the knee and bare bottom, too!" Lizzie said as she reached her cuffed hand down my crotch.

I smiled as the barista began brazenly flirting with Lizzie, something that I found rather cute, especially as the barista was a woman in her late 40s who had a tan line where a wedding band had recently been. While I didn't hide my relationship with Lizzie in the least, I also didn't act jealous at all, which the woman might have noticed if she hadn't been so focused on my new slave/fiancee. It was amusing, adorable, and fascinating to see the way that Lizzie was so flattered and flirted back with the barista, but rather shyly, this being a woman old enough to be her own mother. They were almost in their own little world, except that I rested my cuffed hand on her ass under her skirt (she had no panties on now), which kept Lizzie from being totally absorbed in the flirting game as I ordered and paid for the coffee.

"Did you get her number?" I teased Lizzie as we walked away with our coffees, mine being espresso.

"Yes, Master, did you mind?" Lizzie showed the dimples in her cheeks as she shyly smiled at me, "I was pretty bad, wasn't it? Just flirting and teasing her. I bet that she was wet as a dishrag and I know that I was squirming, especially after you fondled my butt."

"It's okay, sweetie. We've already established that monogamy is just not our way of life and I just got done flirting with a man. I'm not going to get all jealous because some older woman hit on you with your apparent encouragement. I didn't exactly discourage it myself, in case you forgot. I thought that it was kind of cute, actually. You could tell that she was a divorcee, a very recent one, and you just reassured her of her sex appeal. That's not a bad thing to do, especially at an age where some women feel less than what they used to be," I pointed out, even as we drank our coffee, mine being black as midnight.

"So, if she and I did it, there would be no spanking for it?" Lizzie teased me a little more.

"Oh, I didn't say that. Naughty little minx like you with such a cute, spankable ass? Hell, yeah, you'll be spanked whenever I feel like it, even if you're allowed, encouraged even, to do something. You'll be spanked in that case, for play, not for punishment, however. Well, not real discipline. Just for kicks and because you enjoy it as much as I do," I observed, finishing my coffee and slipping fingers into her crack to toy with her puckered hole.

Lizzie responded to this kind of ass play by squirming a little more, downing her cappuccino, and then grinding her bottom against my hand. It was quite clear that she wanted her tush to be fuckmeat just like the rest of her, but that was kind of in keeping with the whole point of our relationship, that she was my beloved slave and I was her loving Master. She beamed at me in a way that made it apparent that she already enjoyed our new partnership, one in which she would serve me with enthusiasm and undisguised worship as well as unashamed lust.

"Just remember that your sweet ass is mine, babydoll," I whispered to Lizzie, who responded by licking her lips and giving me more tongue than I thought humanly possible.

"Of course, it is. I'm your little slut. I'm your little mamacita, just you wait and see," Lizzie swore, as we kept walking around the campus, drawing curious, alarmed, annoyed, and envious looks from other students.

"What the fuck is this, pig?" shouted one angry feminist, who shot me the middle finger.

"This is a loving, consensual relationship between two cosplayers, missy! You might try it someday, once you pull your head out of your man-hating pamphlets and notice the real world around you. In case you missed it, we're BOTH handcuffed, not just her, but even if she was, it would be by her consent. Nothing happened that she didn't agree to do and let be done to her," I silenced that stupid snake with a bit of her own venom.

"That was fucking hilarious, how you put her in her place!" Lizzie laughed as we headed to our first designated meeting spot, as it was about noon now.

"Hell, yeah!" I agreed, surprised that they chose a mall in easy walking distance of the campus, of all places to go.

At least they opted for a more discreet space between the mall and the parking lot, near a small shrub just outside the entrance to a high-end department store. That way, we wouldn't draw as much attention, at least for the passwords and signals. The last thing that any of us needed was for our secrets to get out.

Chapter Five

At the designated location, the Sigma and Beta monitors, once they confirmed our identities, removed the handcuffs, allowing us to feel the sweet release of no metal on our wrists. The first task was rather simple: I was to spank Lizzie's butt hard with my bare hands, while she was not to cry out. It would be ten swats and she was to endure them silently, though she could sob and bite her lip, which she did. The monitors counted each swat and rated them on their severity. Too soft of a swat would be a mark against me, while too hard of one would not go as well, either. I gave her too reasonably hard slaps on her tush, and while she bit her bottom lip from the pain, she soon began to moan. Lizzie's cunt became obviously wet, too, as the Sigma monitor noted while fingering her.

Meanwhile, the Beta monitor examined my thick, hard cock as she stroked, smiling and winking at me the whole time. She even cupped my balls and kissed me hard on the mouth, while the Sigma monitor did the same with Lizzie. This turned to be a "jealousy test," to see if which we could restrain any possessive tendencies toward each other. The final test, however, was instant obedience, and sure enough, when I told Lizzie to suck the Beta's tits, she complied with enthusiasm and without hesitation. The Beta giggled a bit, but she finally pulled her nipples away and stroked Lizzie's hair.

"You, my dear, are an unmistakably submissive slut. You live to please. That is good. Very good. You're also a bit of a pain slut. I love it! I hope to borrow this one a lot, if at all possible, my dear Mark. By the way, you passed with flying colors, too. Solid work for a newbie. Okay, now here are your tasks. I will tell Lizzie hers and Brother Sam here will give you yours," the Beta declared, "Lizzie, you are to sneak into the dressing room at each department store and get one man in each to do something that leaves a trace behind. I don't care if it's cum in your twat, a bruised bottom from further spankings, or a strand of hair from a man eating you out. You are not to get caught, either, so you must be quiet about it. Capice?"

"Yes, Sister Andrea," Lizzie giggled a bit.

"This will continue until you have a souvenir from each experience, and then you are to report to the food court for inspection. You have three hours to get this done. Failure will result in punishment at the hands of us, and we won't be as gentle as your Master. Remember, after today, you're his, but you've signed on for this, so you're ours until then. Do you understand me?" Andrea insisted.

"Yes, Mistress!" Lizzie sighed with suspicious delight at the prospect.

"And you ... your job is different, Brother Mark. You must find a married couple and get both of them to sexually submit to you, here at the mall. Nobody with kids present, of course. A couple and both the man and wife must agree to do as you wish. You must also claim their underwear as proof of your success. Bonus points if the woman is fertile and allows you to impregnate her instead of her husband, with him agreeing to raise the child as his own. Because this is a tougher task, you need only complete it once within the next three hours before reporting here. Failure will result in temporary denial of your house slut and house boi privileges, probably until next weekend," Brother Sam warned me upfront.

This certainly motivated me, but I also had to ask myself what was the point of this particular task? Was it to see if I could draw out natural cuckolds and hot wives by playing the Bull, dressed as a Roman Catholic priest, no less? It wasn't exactly the easiest assignment for sure, as Brother Sam alluded, but there were adjustments for the circumstances, too. As a phony priest, I might draw in either couples drawn to authority figures or cosplayers, of course. My money was on the cosplayers. I also didn't dare let myself get distracted by any other women or men that I might desire, because that would cut my time even shorter and risk failure.

I didn't find out until later just how Lizzie got around things without being caught, but I focused on my assignments, anyway, and now we were separated for three hours, which would create some anxieties in her that I could already guess. I went for some pretzels and began looking for newlywed couples, ones in the full heat and rush of their romance or else seeking to improve their relationships (perhaps they married with that idea). I wanted couples without any children yet. That was a key part of the task, if understandable because we didn't want to harm any innocents.

I had just bought a soft pretzel, and was about to dip it in mustard, when my packet got spilled all over my priestly vestments. I turned to see who did it, and it was a young man with very frightened eyes. He had a wedding band on, too, and sure enough, his wife was looking at him very disappointedly. He stammered an apology and I pulled him up from his kneeling position, sensing that his young bride really loved him, but also got embarrassed at his clumsy ways.

"So, sorry, Father. Candice here lost one of her contacts, so I went to find it for her and I bumped into you while you were about to dip your mustard," the guy apologized yet again in a very distinct New England accent, "I'm Randall Sullivan and this is my wife, Candice, of course. We're from Maine."

"Maine, you say? Where Stephen King is from. Always a fan of his, you know. Oh, and I'm not actually a priest. This is more of a cosplay thing. As a matter of fact, I'm actually Jewish, believe it or not," I laughed, "Anyway, it's my fault. I should have sat down before dipping my pretzel in some mustard. Here, let me help you find the contact."

I set my mustard down and started reaching for the contact when my hand accidentally brushed Candice's face as she got down to check for it, too. Instead of jerking away or slapping me, however, Candice acted on impulse and started making out with me in front of her husband. I was a bit taken aback by this, but instead of complaining, Randall located her contact and put it back into her eye as if nothing was unusual.

"Sorry, I promised Randall a clean, new slate and a fresh start. No more cheating on him when we got married. I promised, but I can't help what I am. I'm a slut. I want marriage, but I also want men. Lots of men. Sorry, Randall. I guess that was why I got so easily annoyed with you just now. I'm frustrated trying to be faithful. Please ... please don't leave me. Don't divorce me. I need this!" Candice pleaded with her husband now.

"Give the slut up and find a real woman!" a total stranger told Randall, but he shook his head.

"Sorry, but I'm a sucker for men in uniform. There's just something that excites me. Honey, I confess now ... I wasn't totally faithful, either. I just kept it to a couple of my buddies in the National Guard. When we got back from training, we'd always stop and have gay sex with each other. That's why we were always late coming back from our monthly duties. I told myself no more after we got married, though. Why do you think that I waited until my Guard term was up to marry you? That was why, so I could take and keep my wedding vows," Randall admitted, making Candice squirm a bit.

"Okay, let's take this somewhere else. I'm a cosplayer myself and that is where I tend to get into trouble. Fellow cosplayers. I'm a convention slut, basically. Randall found out and was furious, but now ... Now, I guess that we're all on the same page, right?" Candice continued this discussion away from nosy ears, at a bench near a plant.

"Yeah, sure. I want to fool around, but with men. You ... you want to fool around, but with men, too. So, I guess that we should both fool around with men, right? Maybe, just perhaps, the same men, starting with our new hero," Randall suggested, albeit nervously.

"Well, I do like cosplay, as noted. I have one condition, though. You must both bottom. Both of you. You're to serve me, submit to me, surrender to me sexually during the act itself. Agree to a menage a trois on those terms?" I proposed and I could see a grin cross both faces.

"Let's get out of here somewhere more private. I kinda always bottom, anyway. My Guard buddies used to joke that I was their secret girlfriend," Randall confessed further, blushing a little, while Candice kissed his neck with a passion, "By the way, I'm only clumsy when I get nervous and worried. My Guard buddies used to say that it was a good thing that I stayed out of combat, because I would probably drop a hand grenade at the worst possible moment. How I made it through basic is still a mystery to me at times."

"Ummm ... honey, I vote that we make him a regular partner, what do you say?" Candice asked her husband, whose hard cock gave him away for sure ... she was clearly drawn to my priests' uniform, "And you made it through basic because, for all your nervousness and clumsiness, you're a brave, smart, decent guy deep down. I guarantee you that the drill sergeant picked up on that. Don't let him fool you. He was often assigned to disaster relief and always did a top-notch job according to his buddies, in spite of his nerves."

We three found an isolated corner of the mall, near a deserted shop up for lease (the old shop had gone belly up in hard times, but the economy was starting to kick back up a little). I lifted my cassock up a bit and ordered Randall to go first, sucking my cock underneath my robe. One could hardly see him unless one bothered to pry. He was very good at blowing me, which reinforced his story that he was very much the bottom in his activities with his comrades. He didn't get his teeth to scrape me too much, preferring to use his tongue to tease me, especially around the head of my circumcised dick.

Randall knew what he was doing, but I soon wanted to sample Candice's work, so I had her join him under my robe, both of them taking turns at blowing me under the cassock. It felt heavenly to have those two mouths, those two pairs of lips, and those two tongues exploring my prick and my balls as well. I was afraid that I would come too soon if they kept it up, and sure enough, I splattered both of them with my spunk, getting it all over their faces, though they licked my jizz off each other at last. It was a brief encounter by all accounts, but with a promise of more to come, and I had already satisfied most of the conditions of my task.