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From: an17424@anon.penet.fi (SlutTV)
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Date: Wed, 17 Apr 1996 03:33:10 UTC
Subject: SlutTV Story: Cruising the BBS
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In the spirit of SweeTV and her great set of stories,
I present a series of vignettes under the name SlutTV.

These stories chronicle the fictional adventures of Tiffany,
a slutty TV with a taste for extreme sexual activities.

Some of the stories are sweet, romantic seductions, with
tasteful clothes, gentle settings, and thoughtful men.

Some of them are graphic tales of extreme SM, with bondage,
pain, and rape involved.

All of the stories appear non-consensual on their face,
but are they really?
=================================================================


"Happy birthday," she said.

"My birthday's not for another week."

"Too bad. You're getting your present tonight anyway."

*****************************************************************

It had started years ago, with a deep, but vague fantasy.

I had long since accepted that I was a TV. Not a TS; I had no intention
of having surgery, or becoming a woman. But I liked to dress up and flirt.
I liked the sound of my heels clacking on the floor and the feeling of a
soft satin skirt swishing around my legs.

Long ago I realized that I was good at cross-dressing. As a man, I was of
slight build; about 5'6", 140 pounds, and a soft rounded face that took
makeup well. I even kept my hair long enough that I could just restyle into
something quite feminine. I only used wigs occasionally, when I wanted to
create a really special effect.

After I became comfortable with the fact that I was passable as a woman, I
realized that I could go almost anywhere as one. I had started visiting stores,
malls, and nightclubs as Tiffany, my feminine persona.

I had started out dressing respectably, even conservatively. As I got bolder,
I wore things that were shorter, and more risque. Suits and tasteful dresses
had given way to skirt sets, which had gotten shorter and sexier each time.
Eventually, I realized that the true thrill of dressing was dressing really
outrageously and exhibiting myself.  Now, there is nothing in my wardrobe
that could even remotely be called modest.


I've been to the local TV and Gay clubs. I've met men (and women and TV's)
there, and taken some of them home for sex. I've traveled as a TV, and gone
to places like the Exotic Erotic Ball, and to strict clubs like the Vault.
Once at a sex club in LA, I had a complete stranger tie me to a sawhorse
and fuck me in my ass, while one of his friends was in my mouth. I was in
heaven the whole time.

Thus started my fantasy. I wanted private, yet anonymous sex with several
people. To be used strictly as a toy for their pleasure. I thought about
it for a long time. I pondered possible ways to go about it.

Maybe I should try a night as a streetwalker.

No, that wasn't such a good idea. I didn't want to charge money, and I
didn't relish being arrested for soliciting (although someday I'll write
about my fantasies of being locked overnight in a cell with....).

Well, some fantasies are best just fantasized about.


About 2 years ago, I discovered a local BBS that catered to "alternate"
lifestyles. It was like I was home. I sent mail back and forth to lots
of perverts like myself for quite a while.  Tiffany became quite well
known on the BBS.  She made lots of friends, went out on a couple of
dates with other subscribers, and generally became a minor celebrity.

I talked about my fantasy extensively, and lots of people made suggestions.
Some of them were good, some were not so good.  All of them excited me, though.

After about 6 months on the BBS, I met Julie. She was really sweet, and
was intrigued by my outlook on life and other such things. We struck up a
close friendship online, and finally met in person.  She was a "lipstick
lesbian"; she was strictly lesbian but liked to dress like a really
outrageous tease of a woman. Like me, in fact.  We hit it off quite well,
and she became friends with both Tiffany and my "regular" half, Thomas.

Although we sort-of dated, she and Tiffany were mostly just girlfriends.
We thought it was fun to dress up and tease the poor men who couldn't stop
watching us. Malls were the best. We shopped a lot for clothes together,
even trying things on together in the dressing room.

We matched well in body style.  She was almost the same size as me, but her
36C bust was natural.  We were both pretty curvaceous.  We also fit into the
same clothes, and liked a lot of the same things, so we shared clothes a lot.
This was good since it meant Tiffany didn't have to buy everything she needed.

We also discovered bondage together. Tiffany was strictly sub, but Julie was
pretty switchable. We had bought a fair number of toys, and experimented with
lots of things. Julie knew how much I loved exhibitionism, and used it fully.
She pushed Tiffany into doing a lot of things that I thought I would never do.



I'm not sure if it was my fantasy that drew Julie to me, or if it was just
a coincidence. But, she was just the kind of person to help me with it.
We talked about it a lot for a while.

But recently, we hadn't mentioned it much, and I guess she assumed it was
just one of those hidden fantasies that I would never act on.

I was wrong.


I had been away on business for a week. Julie had arranged to pick me up at
the airport, since I hate leaving my car there almost as much as I hate taking
a shuttle bus there and back.

My flight arrived at 5:00 in the evening, and she was waiting at the gate.

Even by her standards, she was dressed unusually. She was wearing a shiny
black vinyl suit. The jacket was very tightly fitted, with a plunge from the
neck to the waist. Most of her breasts were clearly visible. The skirt was
tight enough to be spray painted on, and short enough that it barely covered
her ass cheeks. Her shoes were matching black patent pumps with 5" heels.

As she met me with a quick kiss, she whispered in my ear "I'm not wearing
anything under this, you know."

I was immediately hard as a rock.

She handed me my toilet kit from my carryon, and said "go to the men's
room and shave completely." I'll be waiting for you when you're done."

By "completely", she meant everywhere on my body. But right here in the
airport?  This was going to be interesting.

I went in to the men's room, and luckily it was empty.  I started by shaving
my legs in one of the stalls. Thank god for quiet electric razors.  When my
legs were smooth, I shaved my arms down their length, then underneath, and
touched up my chest. Then I went out to one of the mirrors, and shaved my
face extremely closely.

When I got back outside, Julie had already collected my suitcase from the
luggage carousel, and was waiting for me.

She took my toilet kit, replaced it in my carryon, and told me to follow her.
I did, but hesitated when we got near one of the upstairs ladies' rooms.

"Wait here."

A moment or two later she came out, and said "It's empty. Come with me."

I followed her in, guessing what was going to happen.

"Strip." she said.

It wasn't an order, or a request. Just a word. I stripped.

"In the last stall on the left is a small bag with everything you need.
See you soon, love."

With that, she left, carrying all of my clothes with her.

Now, I know it might be every man's dream to be standing in the middle of a
ladies room, stark naked. The reality of the situation is a little different.
What if someone came in? I hurried down to the last stall and locked myself
in. Sure enough, there was a bag inside with Tiffany's name on it. 

I opened it up, and started looking through the items in it.

First was the dress. It was one of hers, one that I had always admired, but
never tried on. It was a sleeveless halter dress in fire-engine red satin.
The entire top, from the high collar down to my hips, was covered in red
sequins. The bottom was a ruffled taffeta skirt that swirled around.

For underneath was a matching red bra/panty/garter belt set and a pair
of sheer red seamed stockings. She'd even remembered to pack my good
breast forms. I put the lingerie on, and settled my breast forms into
the bra. So far, so good.

Next, I slid on the dress.

Wow.

The top tapered up to a high collar, which cradled my neck. The bodice
was tightly fitted, and the skirt flared out in a slightly petticoated
flounce that swished and sparkled with every movement. When I looked at
myself in the dressing room mirror, I got a surprise: it was *short*,
much less than halfway to my knees.

The tops of my stockings peeked out from underneath.

Digging out the shoes, I got a surprise; they were new. They were red patent
leather pumps with at least 5" metal-spiked heels. They also had an unusual
ankle "strap"; a 2 inch wide leather band with laces to close it.

Luckily Julie knew my sizes; the shoes fit quite well.

The only other thing left in the case was a shiny red purse that matched my
dress beautifully.  Opening the purse revealed a selection of cosmetics, a
hair brush and some hair spray, and a small jewelery bag.

There was no wig, so I assumed that Julie wanted me to re-style my own hair.
I keep it a little bit long, and have gotten good at changing it to a very
feminine style.


Walking out of the stall, I settled in at the counter in front of a mirror.
It didn't take me long to style my hair into something soft and beautiful.

There wasn't much jewelery inside the bag; just a pair of dangly rhinestone
earrings, and a matching rhinestone bracelet.

Last, I started to work on my makeup. Given the dress and the jewelery, I
assumed that Julie wanted something dramatic. That assumption was borne
out by the colors she had selected. The blush was deep rose, the eyeshadow
was metallic grey, and the lipstick was traditional fire-engine red.


Where a few minutes ago was a tired businessman, now there was a stunningly
gorgeous woman, ready for a night out on the town.

In the bottom of the purse was a $10 bill, with a note:

	"We have 6:00 reservations at Ormandy's in the Embassy Suites
	 hotel downtown.  Here is cab fare. Don't be late."



It wasn't hard to get a cab, and I made it to the restaurant easily by
6:00. I could see that she was already seated, waiting for me, so I walked
in to join her.

Dinner was fairly uneventful, save for a couple of men trying to pick us
up. But we were used to that, and blew them off fairly easily.

After dinner was done, she said "I suggest you go to the ladies' room now.
It's going to be a long night, and you won't want to miss any of the fun."

Getting the hint, I did.

When I came back, she stood up and said "follow me."  She took my hand and
led me to the bank of elevators.

Momentarily, we were in front of room 1125, which she opened.

Inside, the suite was cozy and romantic. The outer room had a full bar, which
was well stocked. The lighting was subdued, and there was music playing softly
in the background. I was getting hard again.

She poured us each another drink, and we settled down to chat.

While we sipped our drinks, her hands roamed my body ceaselessly.  What was
going on? She had always been clear that she was a lesbian, and had no
interest in sex with me, however I might be dressed at the time.

But, her ministrations couldn't be ignored. The dress, the drinks, our
closeness were all driving me to distraction.

Then she leaned over and kissed me. Not a friendship kiss, but a deep,
passionate, sexual kiss. I was confused.

"Happy birthday," she said.

"My birthday's not for another week."

"Too bad. You're getting your present tonight anyway."

This confused me even more. Present? 

"Wait here, lover."

She disappeared into the bedroom part of the suite, and came out with two
gift-wrapped boxes. She handed me one of them and motioned me to open it.

Inside was a folded piece of red latex. I looked at her, and she just
smiled. I took it out, and unfolded it.

It was a sort of corset, with a halter top and a little wispy lace
skirt below.

"Why don't you try it on? I think you'll look fabulous in it."

I stepped out of my (Julie's) dress, and started to put the corset on.

"No, silly. Take off your bra and panties first. Put the breast forms
inside the corset's cups. See them?"

I took what she wanted off, and slid the corset up over my legs.

"Now, turn around so that I can lace it up."

She started pulling the laces in, which sucked my waist in dramatically.
Soon, I was running out of breath.

"All done." she announced, as she tied off the laces in front of me
and fastened the halter's collar. "Don't you look beautiful."

She motioned me over to a full length mirror, and I gazed at myself.
The corset must have taken me from my normal 29" waist to about 25".
Add the pushup effect created by the tightness to the breast pads inside
the corset, and I was stacked.

The corset ended just above my hips, and went up to above my breasts.
Underneath, there was a little "skirt". It was just a piece of red
lace that swirled out, and came down to the middle of my ass cheeks.
It wouldn't cover anything; it certainly left my dick exposed.

There was also a pair of matching shoulder-length latex gloves, which
she smoothed up my arms.

Since I was still in full makeup, with lots of flashy jewelery and a pair
of fuck-me shoes, I was quite a sight.

Once again, her hands were on my dick, stroking its hardness. I was ready
to explode. Was my present going to be sex with this adorable creature that
I'd lusted after for a year and a half?

As suddenly as she had started, she stopped and said "open the next box,
Tiffany. It completes the ensemble."

I ripped into it, and saw that it contained a black leather strap, a pair of
ankle cuffs connected with a long chain, and a couple of padlocks.

Before I could really let this sink in, Julie had fastened the belt around
my waist. Then she pulled my arms around me behind my back, crossing them
over, and locking them into cuffs riveted into the back of the belt. The
last part was to fasten the cuffs around my ankles, hobbling me.

I was now completely helpless. My arms were pulled uselessly behind me, and
my ankles were connected by 8" of steel chain. Although the ankle cuffs
themselves were not locked on, I wouldn't be able to open them with my arms
cuffed to my side.

"Are you ready for your present now?" she smiled.

"This isn't it?" I smiled back.

"Not even close. Your present is something far beyond what you can imagine.
Something you've barely dared dream of until now. Tonight, your dream comes
true, love."

This was it. I was going to bed Julie!

She hooked a finger into a D-ring on the front of my collar, and led me
into the bedroom.

Laying on the bed was an assortment of toys. There was a penis gag, a
paddle, a whip, several dildos ranging from small to outrageous, a
mouth ring, and a few others.

Taking a length of chain that was fastened to the bed, she clipped me
to it, locking me in the bedroom.

She walked over to the nightstand and took out a piece of paper, placing
it on the bed for me to read.

It was a printout with a message posted on our BBS. It read:

	From: Tiffany
	Subject: This is it

	You've all heard me talk about it, fantasize about it,
	and pretend to plan it.

	I've decided that I have to do it.

	I have to know the feeling of being a completely helpless
	fuckslave. To be gang-raped and abused. To have no choice
	but to comply.

	I have booked room 1125 at the Embassy Suite this Friday
	night.  I will spend all night there, from 9PM on, awaiting
	your company.

	I will be dressed unmistakably for sex, and thoroughly
	bound to insure complete helpless submission. Julie has
	made all of the arrangements; contact her if you have
	any questions.

	The door will always be unlocked; come right in.  Everything
	you need will be provided, from refreshments to lubricants to
	condoms to implements of bondage and torture.

	Please come. Fuck me. Bring friends to fuck me. I will resist,
	but I want it this way. Rape me. Force yourself inside me.
	I want as many cocks in my mouth and ass as possible.

	Please.

	Love,
		Slut Tiffany.


I just stared at Julie.

"I've taken care of the door lock so it is open. The keys to the door,
and all of your padlocks are safely at my house. I will be back to get you
tomorrow morning."

"Enjoy your fantasy."

With that, she left me there, dressed for sex, bound for submission,
alone with my thoughts.

It wasn't long until the first knock on the door came.

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