During the early days of this site, the Pi Lambda Kappa episodes were presented “a-serially” and I fielded may questions about how the full text in order. I’m sure many were confounded with my position at the time, that the complete story was not going to be made available. I remember telling people that I felt that “the whole was less than the sum of its parts.”
The text is illustrated with 9 original plates, in this case with the model Dana who was my original inspiration for the character Roxanne, the sargeant at arms of Pi Lambda Kappa Sorority.
I feel differently now, and I am glad to be able to provide a format where this can be discretely downloaded to a Kindle Library for reading on a Kindle, or on a PC as found most convenient by the reader.
I was inspired to write this story by things I witnessed at my university in Texas related to the manner of dress that was observed by sororities in the 1970’s and a scene I happened upon where I saw six beautiful young women in evening gowns, wrists tied behind their backs and with blindfolds on, marched across a parking lot from a sorority house to a waiting Cadillac.
I was awe-stricken by this site, and I followed them in my Mercury Cougar. It was apparent that they knew I was following them, and began circling the block. Feeling too much like a stalker, I continued on my way, as did the car-full of bound young women.
I hope by reading the Pi Lambda Kappa set of stories, you also can get just a hint of the feeling of mystery, sexual intrigue, and thrill of the secret societies of sororities!
The text file Pi Lambda Kappa, Part 1 is available on Amazon.com.
The link to the US link to Sorority Bondage 1: Pi Lambda Kappa on Amazon.com is: HERE. Those out of the United States can search for it using the text string: “Bondage Sorority 1 – Pi Lambda Kappa”.
The complete story, with parts arranged in order, will be presented in 2 parts on Amazon. Many of you have asked over the years about the complete edition of this sorority bondage text file, written before Archives BBS even went online.
After completing this text file in about 1985, I wrote the “An Easy Job (named “Bondage in Mexico 1: An Easy job)” texts, the first part of which is available on Amazon also. At the time, a market existed for the type of bondage texts that I wrote with the House of Milan. I recall at the time that I was negotiating with Goeffrey Merrick to sell the Pi Lambda text file (all that I had written so far).
At the time, however, Harmony Communications was rapidly taking over the market for bondage content in adult book stores, and House of Milan was in trouble and our negotiations broke down, and House of Milan ceased to do business. As it turned out this was lucky for me because the Pi Lambda Kappa series had always been a big draw for by bondage online subscription service.
The bondage events described in “Bondage Sorority 1: Pi Lambda Kappa” were inspired by my experiences at my small town Texas colleges. While I was not in the “Greek” system myself, I was witness to several public aspects of initiation that involved beautiful young women dressed in fantastic clothes, in strict bondage and blindfolded.
Roxanne was convinced to join this particular sorority by her mother, and as a legacy, she was almost certain to be accepted. She was surprised, however when at the first pledge meeting, she was tightly bound with her wrists behind her back. All the pledges were similarly restrained.
The topic of the first meeting had to do with the appearances that the sorority sisters must maintain. All the pledges and active must wear dresses, pantyhose and high heels at all times for classes and any university events. They hair and makeup must be perfect at all times. Only when confined in their university or sorority house bedrooms would jeans or lingerie be allowed.
In addition to the very high standards of dress, Roxanne and all the other pledges were held to high academic and personal conduct standards. Any type of sex with boys was prohibited.
If any of the standards of dress or academic achievement were not met on a constant basis, the pledge would be punished by confinement and bondage.
Roxanne’s relationships develop as she goes through her semester. Anne, one of her fellow pledges challenges her to games of chance in which bondage is the consequence, Ron, a nice boy she met in Economics class who is a pledge at brother fraternity Nu Delta, and Kathy, her sexy blonde athletic roommate, who can’t keep her lips away from Roxanne’s.
Roxanne executes her duties as the “Sargent at Arms” by punishing her fellow pledge sister and administrator Wilma Redding, a willowy girl of privilege with long blonde hair for being caught sucking off a guy that she had tightly tied up.
Note: all the illustrations from this episode are from Archives BBS Online Service, which features photographs by Felix Dartmouth and other photographers.
Pi Lambda Kappa, 07
On Saturday Afternoon
Roxanne moaned for Ron to remove her hood and gag in the car, but he insisted that she remain in this state until they reached his apartment. The leg ironed trip from the car into Ron’s apartment was gratefully short. Ron stood her in the middle of the living room, and went to get a towel. He went to work on her hood, and when he had removed it, he was surprised again at how beautiful her eyes were.
“I’m going to take off your gag for a small while. You understand that it will be replaced after a period?” asked Ron. Roxanne nodded. Ron removed the gag, and had the towel ready for it and the saliva that always accumulated when a woman is gagged for a long period.
Roxanne stretched her mouth for a second, but she was suddenly crushed in Ron’s grip as he gave her a deep, long kiss. His hand went up and down her side, and she was instantly extremely excited, but she felt safe, somehow, controlled by someone who knew better than she did.
He turned Roxanne around and hugged her from behind, his hands on her breasts. With her handcuffed and strapped hands, she had little choice but to feel his excitement behind her. He turned her again and kissed her deeply.
“You agreed to be bound for two hours, and there is an hour and forty minutes left,” said Ron. Roxanne, feeling practically in heat, certainly was not going to do anything to change Ron’s course of action, which was suiting her just fine. She was however, concerned that things might go too far.
She had saved herself this far, to age 19, and while she loved the feelings that Ron induced in her, she certainly didn’t want to have sexual intercourse until she was married.
“I trust you, Ron. There is a limit to how far I can go,” said Roxanne.
“I tell you what, let’s take a short nap. What would you like to change into for the nap?” Ron asked.
Roxanne, seeing a chance for at least a change in her bondage as the
minutes went on in her sentence said, “Would you let me change alone? I don’t want you to see me nude. I could wear bra and panties, though. It will make the time go faster if I am asleep. I want to hang up my slip, blouse, and skirt.”
“OK,” said Ron. “You can change alone, but you have to
spend ten minutes bound tightly and gagged before I put you into a more comfortable position to go to sleep.”
“If that’s what it takes, I’ll do it,” replied Roxanne. She
really wanted to be alone for just a minute. Ron did not know what to do to give her the feeling that she wanted. Ron reluctantly began undoing her leg irons, elbow straps, and handcuffs.
He handed her three coat hangers, and said, “Remember, you are to be replaced in bondage immediately upon your exit from the bathroom. You can close the door, but there is no lock from the inside.”
Roxanne nodded, put her arms around his neck and kissed him. Her lacy bodice rose and fell as she stood back, gazed at him for a moment and turned to change so that she could be placed into bondage for their nap.
In the bathroom, she rubbed her arms and elbows, and removed her blouse and hung it up. Then she removed her hose, skirt, and slip
and put on her heels again. She stood on her high heels in her white bra and panties and her hand reached down to her middle and pressed hard. She could never tell Ron how to do this. She would have to keep this to herself. The problem with having her arms bound behind her is that she could not reach herself where she wanted to. After her private moment with herself, she touched up her hair, and marched out staunchly to meet Ron.
Ron was waiting for her in his bathrobe, and he had cut several lengths of the two different size cords that he had purchased that day. When she appeared from the bathroom, he threw the cord on the bed, moved forward and took her into his arms and kissed her. Her body was smooth and her form fit to his. With his hand behind her head, he embraced her in a kiss.
“First, you have to spend the ten minutes tightly bound,” he said breathlessly. “I have a position in mind, but it won’t be an easy one.”
“Do your best,” said Roxanne, tingling with excitement. None of
Ron’s ideas up to this point had been bad. This was the first time that she had ever been tied with rope, but she didn’t see how it could be too difficult.
Ron, with his arms still around her, twisted her arms behind her back and held them there with one hand. He then took a length of thin rope and bound her wrists together, not crossed, but side to side. There were many windings and cinchings. After he was finished, her wrists were securely, but comfortably bound. Then, he looped a thick cord around her elbows three times loosely, then pulled and the loops pulled her elbows into position. After several more turns, he wrapped more rope around the elbows, and he cinched by looping and tying the opposite direction, between the elbows.
Roxanne gasped as she felt the strictures tighten.
They did not cut off her circulation, but the tightening effect sent a
chill down her spine. As Ron removed his hand from her to wrap the gag in Saran Wrap, Roxanne took the opportunity to lead him on a chase. With her arms bound behind her, in her bra and panties, and high heels, she took off to the other room of the apartment. It was only a two room apartment, and there was no real place for her to hide. Ron dashed in with the prepared ball gag in his left hand.
Ron grabbed her by the arms, held her and kissed her. “Well, Miss
Naughty, you can tell me how much extra time bound you are going to spend. If I think its not enough, I’ll double what I have in mind, and that’s what you’ll spend.”
Between kisses Roxanne tried to think of the correct strategy for this game. What was he thinking? One hour, two? If she underguessed, she might be bound four or six hours. She decided to err on the side of conservatism. “Two hours,” she said.
“Two extra hours it is!” Ron said, joyfully. He then turned the
turned Roxanne around and brought up the ball gag. It fit perfectly into her mouth and he noted the notch where he had tightened it last time, and tightened it two less than this, readjusted her hair, and then readjusted the strap to the proper tightness. Ron gave her
several kisses about the gag, and Roxanne tried to respond, but she was blocked from doing so.
Ron guided her over to the bed and stood her beside it. He took a long thick rope and tied the middle around her waist with the long remaining length hanging down to the floor. He then sat her down on the bed and rolled her over and tied and cinched her legs together.
Then, rolling her over on her stomach, he took the rope from around her waist and ran it up through her middle, between the tightly tied parallels of her two arms, and up to her feet. Her feet were pulled tightly to the back of her legs, and then tied to the rope from her hands that had originated at her waist, putting a strain on her
back, which when alleviated, put a strain on her middle area.
It took her a minute to understand the significance of this configuration. A few brief tugs with her legs showed her that she had better exercise considerable care for fear of injury. However, if she pulled up only slightly with her bound arms, she found that exquisite pleasure ran through her. Within a minute she was undulating slowly, moaning into her gag. He left her there for the time of ten minutes as was the program, and during that theme, her struggles increased to a frenzy, and then subsided.
Ron came over to her and took off his robe. He wore shorts. He untied the rope from her legs through her hands and crotch to the rope tied around her waist. He untied her ankles, and retied her legs just above the knees, but left a little slack so she could adjust. Her elbows were untied, and handcuffs were snapped onto her wrists
before the wrist ropes were removed. The thin collar that he had tried out on Renee was locked around her neck and chained with a light chain to the bedpost.
Then, Ron proceeded to unlock her ball gag.
When this was out, Roxanne said, “Oh, Ron, that was wonderful.”
“Just go to sleep,” said Ron, and he gave her a kiss. She snuggled as best she could against him. She lay against his left side as Ron half lay against the headboard. Her head was on his left shoulder and breast. Her handcuffs rattled, and her neck chain rattled, but eventually she found a comfortable position in his arms, and she fell into a deep sleep.
Ron lay there, looking down at the handcuffed, chained and tied Roxanne, and thought about the last several days. He was very pleased with the series of events. The chance meeting in the hardware store with Roxanne that netted him a lunch with her in
bondage seemed like too much of a godsend. And yet here she slept, collared and chained to his bed, in handcuffs, and with her knees firmly tied, leaning against his chest in a deep, satisfied sleep. Her brown hair curled about her shoulders and collared neck. Her
hands rested comfortably linked at the small of her back.
After a while she awoke, and he kissed her and moved his body next to hers. He continued to kiss her and rub against her. She moaned and involuntarily, but not unwillingly responded.
“Ron, let’s not let anything ruin this,” she said. “I want this to happen many other times. Please take me back to my room. I have a meeting late this afternoon.”
“OK, Roxie, I’ll take you back, but when do I get to see you again?” asked Ron between kisses.
“Kiss me once more, and I’ll tell you,” said Roxanne.
Ron redoubled his efforts.
“Next Monday night, from 4:30 to 6:30. If I know you have something planned for me I can look special for you,” she said.
“I can guarantee you something special,” Ron said. “Can I take you in handcuffs back to your dorm?”
“You can take me handcuffed, gagged, and hooded!” Roxanne
“My God, Roxanne, how were you sent to me!” Ron said. “Turn
over, I’ll let you loose to re-dress.”
After one more kiss, Ron turned her over, and began undoing her legs, then her collar and chain. When this was done, he took one more kiss with her in handcuffs and pulled her out of bed and over to the bathroom where she had undressed and held her for a moment before undoing her handcuffs. She went into the bathroom to get dressed.
In the bathroom, her hand once again found its way to her private parts, and did to herself what Ron could never hope to do, but what
his actions caused her to desire to do to herself. She stood for a full minute in contemplation of the strenuous but sensual hogtie that had been imposed on her, and the relaxing and warm bondage wherein she found a brief but deep sleep. In the mirror she
noted that her hair was mussed, but she had a glorious color on her skin.
She rubbed her hands over her stomach and breasts and began to brush out her hair. She then began to dress. She put on her slip and hose and then buttoned the many buttons up the back of the sheer Victorian blouse that she had sucessfully chosen to wear. She had to twist her arms behind her to get all the buttons, but this was beginning to be a good feeling for her.
Then, she buttoned the four buttons on each sleeve, and the three buttons on the mandarin collar. She then pulled on her tight black skirt and wondered if it were possible if Renee could have recognized her in her hood. Her blouse was quite distinctive,
and a careful observer might remember it even though there were a lot of other characteristics that might be distracting, such as her bonds and her resultant extended breasts. Again, more clothed this time, she marched out to meet Ron.
By then he had dressed in casual clothes, and he had out the indicated bondage articles for the transportation home. It was generally understood that a woman in bondage, willingly or not, when being transported must be kept in extraordinarily secure
bondage at all times of transport. Roxanne apparently instinctively knew this.
Maybe, she wanted to abandon all responsibility for her disposition when in an indentured state. At any rate, Roxanne thought that when transported, if she were to be bound, she should be bound beyond any shadow of possible escape.
Given this posting, are all of the PLK and AEJ parts on your site and accessible if I join? Freddy is referring to the text file series “Pi Lambda Kappa”, and “An Easy Job”, authored by Felix Dartmouth
Thanks for the question, Freddy! I welcome anyone to join the Member Site. But I do have to say that not all the parts of PLK and AEJ are available. I don’t believe that the
So, you could compile all the released parts by purchasing CDROM1 and CDOM2 and subscribing, but I do have to note that there are some unreleased parts, that will appear on the Member Site in the future.
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Note: all the illustrations from this episode are from original photographs by Felix Dartmouth available to subscribers of Archives BBS.
Pi Lambda Kappa, 05
It was Friday afternoon, and her roommate had gone on a date. Roxanne was anxious for her to go so that she could have the room to herself. She got back to her dorm, locked her door and opened the closet door to examine herself in the full length mirror. She admired the way she looked dressed up as she was in the bright red silk blouse with the full sleeves and slightly puffed shoulders and swooping neckline. Her dark straight skirt emphasized the slim quality of her figure and took the eye down to her
She walked over to her chest of drawers and pulled out the bag with the two pair of handcuffs that she had purchased. She opened up the lightweight pair and locked and unlocked them to make sure that the key worked. It worked fine, as did the spare. She marveled at the light weight. The difference of three ounces really was noticeable.
Leaving the keys on the bed, she took the handcuffs and walked over to the mirror and locked them on her left wrist. She looked at herself, turned sideways and hung her one handcuffed arm down to her side. Then, turning her back to the mirror and looking over one shoulder, she locked both her wrists behind her back. She turned both wrists outward, once the initial locking had been effected, and closed the ratchets tighter so that her wrist bones were pinioned in a palms outward position as is recommended in the handcuff instructions.
She modeled in front of the mirror. From the front, the handcuffs were not visible, but something indiscernible had entered her posture that indicated that her wrists were not held in a natural position. Her breasts were distended just so, and she knew that if she were on the street, that it would be obvious that she were handcuffed even to the casual observer from the front view.
Of course, from the back, the gleaming aluminum cuffs were clearly visible against the deep red silk and black skirt that she wore. She wanted to get undressed, but she was handcuffed, and she went to relax on her bed for a minute before she unhandcuffed herself and got undressed. She went over to the bed and sat down, the lay over to her left and on her stomach, with her hands trying to find a comfortable position behind her as she lay there.
She allowed herself some time to just lay there and dream for a while. Suddenly the phone rang. It had rung twice before she even sat up, and as she fumbled for the key, it had rang another three times. She decided to try and answer it with her hands ‘cuffed, then maybe the caller would excuse her and she could get uncuffed. She was able to get the phone to her ear, but there was a strain on her wrists.
“Hi Roxanne, this is Ron,” said the voice on the other end.
“Ron, I’m glad you called. Listen, I’m having a little problem.
Could you hold on for a second?” asked Roxanne.
“Sure,” came the reply.
Roxanne let the phone drop on the bed as she allowed her strained arms to rest a moment. She took the handcuff key, and saw that she had put her ‘cuffs on so that the keyhole is on the top where it is hard to reach. By careful and painful twisting, she was able to match keyhole and key and twist to gain her freedom. She was anxious to talk to Ron, and she left the handcuffs locked to her other wrist as she picked up the phone.