She had the perfect plan. It only seemed right, retribution in a way. Her alma mater was strife with general misogyny and gendered injustices. One example was the fact that the sororities on campus weren’t allowed any official houses in the university’s student village, while the fraternities took turns getting to distribute the 5 houses, depending on who wasn’t banned as a frat for their illegal hazing rush procedures.

Rushing was an initiation process, making the newest recruits show their loyalty for their frat and “strengthen brotherhood” amongst themselves in the process. It went on for a few weeks, with tasks ranging from the pledge boys needing to run out of class the minute a ‘brother’ requests a vape, or being forced to finish near 2 liter handles of liquor amongst themselves and then being beaten to a pulp by older members. The frats hosted parties and the girls attended them, and that was how it was on this campus. For a sorority to host an event like a party on campus for other girls to vibe at was virtually unheard of.

As a double diploma’d Goddess in STEM and gender studies, the overall injustices she observed in the halls and wrought throughout the air of those houses was beginning to make her sick, along with the smell of cheap alcohol, sweat and weed whenever she walked into those spaces. God, she just wanted to dance, in her hot outfits with her sexy friends to good music. Couldn’t she just fucking dance, maybe make out with some hot girls, have a good night?

The violence and blatant taking benefit of young girls at these parties made her balk, coinciding with learning the statistics in her gender studies classes. She wrote a paper on quietly observing the fraternity culture from within the walls when attending those parties, academic ethnography-style, receiving full marks on it from her professor, who seemed to want her to do more, further infiltrate these spaces in which their downfall was imminent, delivered by this star student of hers.

Years later, as a gorgeous successful alumni, Ava decided to come back & leave her mark on her university as she loved her studies so dearly. Ava pulled the lapel of her buttoned blazer closer over the ruched bust cups of the lace chemise mini dress she had on underneath as she stepped out of the car for her meeting. The outfit was completed with a dark pair of jeans and wide heeled boots, which made a satisfactory crunching sound when they landed on the gravel of the driveway.

“They have no idea what’s coming” she chuckled to herself seeing a few of the brick-headed frat boys playing frisbee in the yard. She glided through the foyer of the entrance, straight into the main gathering room, which was cleared for the meeting.

First came in the fraternity’s president, Chad, Brad, or something of the like. Behind him entered Mark, the treasurer, and Nathan, the historian. They looked a bit sheepish, blushing with the gift of unexpected eye contact they weren’t used to and the sly smile that was flashed to them.

Fred, Connor, or was it Chad?, whatever his silly name was, invited them all to sit in these unsightly folding chairs they had brought to the middle of the room where they sat for the next half hour.

The meeting was over as quickly as it started it seemed, but of course it was, because Ava’s proposal was lucrative with no way for the president to argue against her taking over all the party planning factors for the fraternity. Once back in the car, she reflected happily about the interactions in the meeting.

From the party supplies like the drinks, “and none of that cheap Skol shit either, these girls are getting Grey Goose”, to the invitations, decorations, games, music, party favors and entertainment, Ava’s business would have them fully decked out to be the frat to rave about for the rest of the college year and beyond.

Little did the president know the rest of that little committee of brothers were loyal subby sluts of Ava’s that worshiped the ground She walked on and would do anything for Her.

“I’ll be taking care of the decorations.”

“Aughh, yes that would be so great-they’re always so tiring to put up and there’s so much planning involved in trying to choose a theme that girls will like that other frats aren’t doing, especially during rush week” subby #2 chimed in.

“Not to mention annoying how it is, that would be such a weight off our shoulders with not having to plan all that and individually gather the supplies!” subby #1 added enthusiastically.

President boy nodded in agreement, easy as a sheep, eating up the words from her bitch bois.

At the end of the meeting, he enthusiastically shook her hand with both his hands, grinning widely as he said “Looking forward to the pleasure of working with you”.

She laughed to herself remembering it. How cute those two adorable little subbies were and how proud she was of them of their acting. Her girls were already starting the preparations as soon as Ava walked out of the house- they all had been planning this party from weeks in advance. Some could say months. She was so excited for the big day, this upcoming weekend.

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It was rush weekend, one of the biggest partying weekends in the year, a day where every single frat in the college held a celebration in honor of their newly initiated, after weeks of grueling tasks and avoiding frat expulsion. For the girl students, it was a free for all, free drinks and a stroll down an avenue of different parties. It wasn’t a matter of if they were of legal drinking age yet, and the cops stayed parked on the street in case things needed to be shut down, hell even partially escorting the ladies inside the steaming box of drunk &/or high boys and girls pressed against the walls. This night and this party was gonna be different though, Ava was gonna make sure of it.

The day was finally here. Ava watched the scene unfolding before her in all its glory, and felt the surge of pride within her, like a hot flower shaped flame burning in her heart. It was more gorgeous than she could ever imagine. The blue and purple party spotlights flashed about, illuminating the room, pulsating with energizing house music. Sparkling ice-sculptures to take shots off of were strewn about the room. Beautiful, glamorous and adorable girls of all kinds giggled and danced about, standing around in small groups. Some of them openly pointed and laughed at the spectacle happening at the sides of the room. Older frat brothers tried to approach these groups and laughed alongside the girls that taunted and teased.

An array of delightful sights were scattered around the room- sexy mistresses flogged the fresh-faced pledges, tied up like hogs, on their pathetic balls, or took turns pressing their lovely shoes of all varieties onto their dicks. Some of them stood burning some of the prettiest candles shaped like beautiful naked women’s bodies, in the corner of the room with pledges laying underneath, serving their role in numerous positions as candle wax drip catchers. There was even a game event in the other room with some boys tied up against chairs with exquisitely gorgeous queens and goddesses in their sexy as hell outfits kicking a soccer ball with their boots and heels from across the room directly in between their legs. The mistresses of Goddess Ava’s academy had just now decided to split up into two soccer teams and turn it into a drinking game, giddy and giggling every time a goal was accurately made and caused a loud yelp or scream.

Then, the aggravating sound of a male buzzed near Ava’s ear and broke her sweet trance of enjoying her handiwork.

“HEY” he yelled over the music, “why is the rush leader in there?” he pointed to one of the pathetic losers serving as a soccer net. “He’s an upperclassman, a senior!” Ava did her best to not have to look away from the artful scene she created and only looked at the president boy from the corner of her eye.

“Oh, him? He was annoying me”

“Oh. Okay. I must say… I’m really liking what you’ve done with the place,” he said, peering around once before leaving the room and disappearing into the hallway, swirling his drink in his hand before lifting it up to drink again. Hmm, she wondered. That went a little differently than she was expecting, but she wasn’t complaining.

Just then, an adorable little subby with her long brown hair and cute little party dress ran up to her, “Goddess Ava, these drinks are sooo good!” Her friend nodded in agreement as they both excitedly took another gulp. “What are IN these???”

“Only the finest ingredient girls, top notch liquor, fresh lavender syrup, some other secret botanicals and relaxing combos, you know? A potion recipe concocted by yours truly, the most wonderful witchy domme around.” She put her hands upon both their heads and stroked their hair, “Drink up,” she smiled at them, “and go have some fun!” They both flashed smiles so large before eagerly and obediently listening and taking more sips from their drinks, buzzing from the physical contact on their cute heads that Goddess Ava blessed them with.

She left them to then go have some fun of her own.

As soon as she entered the kitchen, her heart felt like once again it was glowing with pride, seeing her lovely trained girlies making her carefully crafted drink recipes of delicious flavors and quality liquors. It was very distant from her undergrad memories of awful jungle juice topped with Everclear, and she smiled to herself thinking how that was now a thing of the past with her in charge.

Upon seeing her, each of the girlies stirring and ladling out elixir from punch bowls paused to greet their Goddess with a curtsy.

“Hi Goddess Ava! Excellent party huh? Do you want a drink?” A lavender martini was laddeled into a crystal goblet and placed into a waiting sub’s hand on her right side. On her left stood another sub with a vape and pen.

She was ready for the real fun to begin. She floated into the main foyer, as reminders spread throughout the house that no one was allowed to leave the house from after 11:30. None of the girls that arrived had left to go to the other frat parties. It was just as Goddess Ava knew, this was what the girls wanted, and they would never go back to the ordinary filthy sweaty grungy frat parties. This was a party for the girls, by the girls.

One of her girlie pops went and locked the door and stood guard in front of it. The rest of them began to round up the rest of the older frat brothers and brought them over to the dommes on the center floors, who began accosting them and adeptly tied them up before they even realized what was really happening. Some were confused and wondered this was like other frat events they went to, with paid strippers making an appearance at certain exclusive events. Most of the frat bros were too drunk and relaxed to withstand, but it’s not like any of them would have anyway, never having seen so many stunningly beautiful dominant women at once and especially not at their skill level. Some of them openly gave into it, crying out “yes Goddess, hurt me” upon being flogged by the crop or kicked in the balls. It was just what they wanted, and needed. The partygoers began to join in too, freshman to senior year girls laughing and having a great time unleashing their frustration and rage on these unsuspecting frat boys that definitely deserved every ounce of pain inflicted on them. They were just lucky, honestly, that it was the beginning of the semester, not the end, and the girls weren’t yet pent up with academic frustration as well. It was a purely joyful experience watching so many young girls be introduced to CBT tonight and Ava felt euphoric through her knowing it was all because of her.

Subby #1 and #2 both stayed kneeled at the Goddess’ side, holding up her vices like the furniture items they were in case she was in need of a sip of my drink or an herbal hit. Other subs kissed at her feet. She let out a content sigh after glancing all around the room again, because this was an even more glorious sight than before. At that moment, she saw one of the girlie pops pulling the frat president across the room by his hair to follow her to be tied up. She watched his eyes widen as he took in the sights all around him, the party that he had signed off on, but Ava was having trouble naming the exact look on his face. Especially in the flashing blue red strobe lights, it was difficult to tell until she got closer. His eyes were not wide with horror, anger, shock, or contempt, but almost with amusement and awe. After taking a final sip from her martini, she waved the subby furniture apart, & stepped onto the center floor with them.

“I’ll take care of this one,” she said, planting herself firmly in front of the boy. His shaggy hair fell in front of his eyes after the girl let it go and he peered up at Goddess Ava, domineering above him in her sexy 6′ platform boots.

“Ava,” he said, breathlessly. She put her hand on his head and pushed down, lowering him to his knees in front of her.

He didn’t miss a beat to correct himself, “Goddess Ava”. She smiled haughtily, she knew it- he was willing to serve. She then put her boot on his head until his lips touched the floor before her, and he kissed it, grateful to be able to do so.

“I’ll do anything for you, Goddess”.

“As you should. As you will.”

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The party-goer girls encircled Ava at the end of the party, excitedly gushing about what an amazing time they had and how they never wanted the party to end. They wanted to be part of Ava’s business forever- they gathered amongst themselves and decided they wanted to begin a sorority at college and fight for a house and now proposed this idea to Ava.

Hmm, a femdom-run sorority house of her own, Goddess Ava wondered to herself. She was thrilled at the wondered. She nodded in agreement, a sly smile across her face to conceal her absolute true glee, peering around at all the gorgeous potential around her and excited for all that was about to come.