By: Jizzabelle Lovejoy, ΣΘΝ sorority president and Observer Columnist
NSFW ahead… but you knew that already, didn’t you?
Hello again, dear readers. I’m sure you know us Sigmas by now. There had been talk of this party for over a month. It was gonna happen eventually. We’ve been gaining a reputation we do not shy away from, because, well, reasons.
Ever since we held Goth Night, where we had a dancefloor designed by yours truly to mimic dancing on burning corpses, a Fetish Night party had been repeatedly planned and postponed. Unfortunately, I had so much going on that I couldn’t even get a proper press release out to either announce or cover that party, much less plan another huge shindig.
Still, word got around.
But eventually, the schedule clears, and the way opened…
Sorority Schism and The Crowd Filters In
As I was putting the final touches on the playlist for the party, I tuned in to the radio. When our announcement went out, the DJ did not disappoint.
“WKRK RADIO ANNOUNCER: So, folks, looks like the sorority girls are getting kinky tonight. Sigma Theta Noir’s Fetish Night kicks off in 45 minutes! Those girls have gotten a reputation such that the more reserved ones among them have split off into their own sorority. Can’t help but wonder how much freakier the Sigmas are gonna get when they’re not held back by the gals that broke away and formed Pi Delta Alpha. And…did that set up “I ate a Pi” jokes? Oh man, I’m going to hell…”
Yes, that split has happened now, largely because of nights like tonight which those gals are too reserved to partake in. Yes, a lot of those Pi girls are still dear friends of mine, and I wish them the best. To them I sincerely, deeply apologize. But social media is a major focus of theirs, my take on which is well documented. Hence, I STILL couldn’t help but snicker when I heard, “I ate a Pi” and then quips about influencer culture started flowing through my head.
Yeah, I’ll probably join that DJ in hell.
Fortunately, the crowd started filtering in early, distracting me from thoughts on former fellows and onto all these fellow thots! By the announced 2PM start time, the attic was already getting pretty packed. Photodump ahoy! Click to expand pictures.
What a turnout. In fact, we finally topped the stellar party crowd that showed for the first sorority party I hosted, the Suits & Lingerie party back on Valentine’s Day.
So, Hathian, I just wanna say you’re a bunch of freaks and I love it.
The Camera Crew and Prof. Minty’s Shibari Demonstration
A few weeks ago, Ollie Forbes approached me about joining her and a few others for a campus reality show. I agreed, figuring that, well, I’ve been a pretty open book since arriving on campus anyway. Furthermore, despite my misgivings about influencer culture, I thought it would be an interesting opportunity and platform to get my views and opinions out there.
But, nothing came of it for a few weeks, so, by the time the party rolled around, it seemed more likely to fizzle out. Imagine my surprise, then, when a camera crew arrived just as I was naked and tied up onstage.
See, Professor Araminta Schroeder, fresh off the heels of her well attended sex education class on contraceptives, graciously offered her time, skills, and equipment to offer up a demonstration on BDSM safety and technique for the party. To which, I volunteered as tribute.
Then she offered me up to the audience, for which I stayed the course, because, well, I just don’t have a lot of qualms left. The camera crew was still there, recording everything as one of my dear classmates approached the stage to avail himself of me. Repositioning, a riding crop, and sex followed.
Now, after growing up largely in captivity, I should state for the record that just beneath the surface of everything I’ve become in freedom–the sorority head, the columnist, the university student–I still bear a deeply ingrained desire for validation as a sex object. It’s how I was socialized. Fighting that left me an utter wreck, so I’ve learned to accept it.
Hence, I’m far too comfortable with this sort of thing under much worse circumstances; namely, without safewords and for the amusement of altogether terrible people. Stunted, manchild tech moguls and other overprivileged elites were my patrons.
So with all that behind me, I wasn’t bothered the least bit by the proceedings. Quite the opposite, actually, as being flogged and fucked on that stage felt a thousand times better than they ever have for me.
And why, one might ask? Because where before there were no safewords, now there was genuine concern for my safety. And I wasn’t captive, I was in the sorority house that in a very real way, saved my life. And now, instead of performing for the hyperprivileged, I was on that stage with and surrounded by my classmates, sorority sisters, close friends, and as I offered my body and expressed my truest self.
Aftercare
Once the show was over, my classmate and I enjoyed some drinks and a chat at the patio set behind the Greek letters on the balcony. I’ve frequently sat there, in the nude, next to the rose vines I’ve had planted over the letters, for as long as the breezy spring weather has allowed.
It was a pleasant time to socialize and decompress. Still, in the back of my mind, and despite the show they’d already recorded, I knew eventually I would need to give the camera crew what they came for.
The Reality Show Interview
So I made my way back up to the attic, and led the crew to a little dressing room area I had set up with a few vanities and my favorite wicker peacock chair. Once there, I was joined by another sexually liberated sorority sister and the house dog. The three of us posed for a few pictures.
As the cameras rolled and the questions came in, I was forthcoming with my answers, many of which have already been detailed in this paper. Others, in this very article. There’s no point in rehashing them again.
I’m sure the cameras will end up being an annoyance at some point in the months to follow. But for now, that interview ended up being the perfect capstone to a wonderful night of drinks, music, close friends, and wonderful sex.
Until next time, dear readers, stay true to yourselves, and enjoy one another fully, without shame.
Editor’s Note: Content hosted on website only due to content… and… not entirely sure it’s news. More like ‘entertainment’. God I feel slightly dirty… ish.
