I AM BOD 01 - Part One - Sex Stories

I AM BOD 01 - Part One

... BPD, he indicated it was time for my training. He told me it was his responsibility to teach every BOD how they were expected to perform while the guys attending the party used them for their sexual pleasure throughout the party. He informed me that the fraternity leadership had a strict performance policy to which all BODs were expected to adhere. Of course, the Fraternity leadership, including my trainer, knew this depended on how cooperative each BOD was. The logic behind this policy was to safeguard the elite social status of the Fraternity's prestigious annual parties. As I mentioned, their parties were known for being the most outrageous on campus. If you were a young male college student attending USC, you wanted to be invited to this Fraternity's parties. Therefore, the Fraternity's leadership was hopeful that every BOD would willingly comply with the training they received and do what was expected to put on the best BOD performance possible.

The rumor mill surrounding what went on at this Fraternity's parties ran rampant throughout campus and the bar scene in town. I heard my share of the rumors, especially throughout the month leading up to my initial participation. Prior to the first annual party, the Fraternity did its best to keep the identity of the girl selected under wraps, but that wasn't easy. As word spread that I was the Fraternity's chosen one, people I didn't even know eagerly approached me out of the blue to give me their opinion on my decision to ...

... be the Fraternity's party entertainment at their annual parties. Now, here I was, finding out just how accurate all the stories that people had shared with me were.

In any case, I had no problem adhering to the Fraternity's BOD performance guidelines. I wanted to show my trainer I would do whatever it took to prove myself a worthy BOD. Plus, the tasks my trainer taught me were relatively simple acts, and I was happy to learn them. With my attitude about sex and pleasuring men shining strong, my trainer applauded me for quickly picking up what he instructed me to do. Here are the tasks he taught me to perform.

Task one: Every time one of the guys entered the curtained area to use me, I was to point my toes. My trainer said, pointing my toes straight out while wearing sexy stockings and heels would make my legs look longer and help convey that come fuck me vibe. That seemed logical, and it was easy to point my toes. Being so securely mounted and restrained to the BPD, my feet and hands were the only parts of my body I could freely move.

For task number two, I was instructed to flex every muscle in my body to the extent the restraint straps would allow whenever an attendee was in the curtained area. This would tighten all my muscles and give my body a well-toned appearance.

The third task was twofold. Since I was gagged and my mouth was not visible, my trainer taught me to make a facial expression with my eyes, which is normally done with your mouth. I was instructed ...