Rick was thrilled when he saw an advertisement seeking young men to be slaves for a newly-opened off-campus femdom sorority! The photos of the women who would be the sorority sister-mistresses were hot as hell. The girls looked dominant; they rested their black combat boots on the back of a guy who laid in the mud to keep them clean. Rick was sick of the monotonous classes and social-climbing networking clubs at I****** University.

He felt his destiny was to serve superior women. But his experiences with dominant women were limited. He loved facesitting, but some popular femdom fetishes scared the living shit out of him. Like wax play--what if one of the sadistic sorority sisters wanted to cover his back with hot red wax from a burning candle? Could Rick take it? Would Rick be willing to do whatever it took to be selected as the sorority's male slave so that he could drop out of school to serve them?

The sorority sisters designed a circuit of increasingly difficult tests to assess the slave candidates' qualifications. Rick would have to cook a delicious meal for the mistresses, clean their toilet spotlessly, hold the weight of the largest sister, Mistress Amelia, on his back as her human furniture, and last the longest under the asses of multiple mistresses while they sat on his face. But even after he did all that, Mistress Amelia has her own test for him! And Mistress Amelia is the kinkiest and freakiest of them all. She had a thing for wax play.

During the testing, Rick began to wonder what the sorority was all about after all. Was it a real femdom sorority? Was he a real submissive? And when does making oneself serve dominant women for their pleasure become simply an exercise in role-play for the sub's own self-pleasure? When is the sub being too self-indulgent?