Date: Tue, 6 Jul 1999 00:12:46 EDT
From: Cindy V.
Subject: TASHA

TASHA by Cindy V.     Femdom, TV, humiliation.

     It was Friday afternoon.  I had finally arrived back home after a
five-day business trip.  I had planned to arrive in Newark Airport at 3:45,
but the plane was late.  So instead I am at the airport Friday at 5:30, a
time I always try to avoid, waiting in an enormous line for a taxi.  I get
home, tired after the long plane ride, make myself a sandwich, and relax in
front of the computer.  I check my e-mail, and I then I see if any of my
favorite web sites have anything interesting on them since the last time I
looked.

     I make my way to Fictionmania to see what there is in the way of new
stories.  There is a new one called "Cheerleader."  It begins, "What kind
of students attend 'Harvard on the Hill'? " I smile as I read that,
recalling the cute woman I used to know who would make fun of her community
college with that expression.  I read a little more of the story.  Then it
hits me - this is my story!  I didn't post it on Fictionmania.  People have
been posting my stories for years - that's part of the Internet culture.
Usually they leave my pen name, Cindy V, on the story, or strip it off
altogether.  But this one claims to be written by - Tasha.

     I see that several people have reviewed this story.  Some of them even
remember the story as written by me.  One checks the Nifty archive and
notes that I in fact posted it there three years ago!  A person named Karen
writes that I am one of her favorite femdom authors, and she remembers when
I first sent her this story three years ago.

     I am getting angrier by the minute.  Not only has this Tasha claimed
credit for my story, but he (I assume Tasha is a pseudonym for a guy) has
violated a special friendship between Karen and me.  Karen is a long-time
online friend.  She is a real-life dominant woman with a submissive
boyfriend, and she and I had swapped ideas and stories for years.
Moreover, I had written the Cheerleader story as a special request for her
- actually for her boyfriend, whom Karen calls Alicia.

     I quickly send off two e-mails.  One is to Karen, thanking her for
defending me. The other is to the webmaster of Fictionmania, saying that I
am the true author and pointing the Nifty archive as proof.  The webmaster
replies that he had contacted Tasha after seeing the reviews, and Tasha had
claimed that to have co-authored the story and had permission to post it
under that name.  Tasha most certainly had not co-authored with me!  The
webmaster agreed to remove the story, and suggested I write an angry e-mail
to Tasha, who posted an e-mail address with the story.  I wrote her a
scathing letter, but of course I got no response.

     My anger stayed with me for a long time.  I hold grudges; this is not
one of my nicer personality traits.  Perhaps if Tasha had replied and
offered an apology, I might feel differently. This matter was not yet over
as far as I was concerned.
     I am a consultant in a financial and quantitative field, but not in
the computer field.  I can work in any city.  I also know a fair amount
about computers.  If I could find out Tasha's real name, I would give this
plagiarist a piece of my mind.

     Karen and Alicia and I e-mailed about this back and forth for awhile.
They shared my anger at this Tasha.  "Why do people have to rip off my
stories?" I asked them bitterly.  "Because you're such a good writer,"
Karen replied.  "Well, thank you for saying that, but I am still angry," I
replied.

     Karen and Alicia and I have a unique friendship.  I am a closet
crossdresser with fantasies of being dominated by women and being forcibly
crossdressed and humiliated.  I write fantasy stories involving these
themes and post them on the Internet, but to me these are purely fantasies.
Karen puts her and my fantasies to life by dominating her live-in
boyfriend, who she has named Alicia.  Karen not only crossdresses Alicia,
but she takes Alicia out fully dressed to embarrass her.  Alicia, who is
slender and pretty and can wear miniskirts and heels with the best of them,
does not embarrass easily.  Karen has a small group of girlfriends who know
about Alicia, and Alicia will occasionally be put on display and be made to
serve them.  Meanwhile Alicia has obviously found the perfect woman for his
own submissive fantasies, although sometimes the bondage and the forced
anal sex are a little further than he wants to go.  Karen and Alicia truly
love each other, and I am impressed with how much each trusts the other in
their domination scenes.  Karen and Alicia encourage me in my writing, and
I confess to enjoy hearing what the two of them are up to.

     "If you found who this Tasha really is, what would you do?  Would you
beat him up?" Alicia wanted to know, over e-mail.  "Well, no," I replied.
That was not my style.  "But you do want to punish him, don't you?" asked
Karen.  "Why don't you try to find him?  If you can find him, Alicia and I
will think of a way to help you punish him, won't we Alicia?" Karen asked
her boyfriend, who at that moment was gagged and tied to a chair.  I love
it when they are online together, and Karen only gives Alicia enough slack
to use the keyboard.

     That gave me something to think about.  How could I find who Tasha
really was?  All I had was the e-mail address.  He used a large Internet
provider, although not the one I use.  I opened an e-mail account with that
provider.  This gave me access to each user's individual profile, but Tasha
had not filled his in.  I do have a few friends in the computer business,
but none that worked for that provider.  I explored the provider's range of
services, looking for anything that could help me get Tasha's identity, but
nothing struck me.

     I accepted Karen's challenge of finding Tasha's identity.  I knew his
Internet provider knew who he was.  How could I crash through their
security?  The people who worked for that company would have access to the
e-mail database, but I was sure I knew no one there.  Too bad I didn't work
there.

     I happened to run into a teenager I know at the local Internet coffee
shop.  He is sixteen, and he probably knows more about computers now than I
will ever know. I asked him, "Is it possible to get the real name and
address of someone just from their e-mail address?"  He looked around
nervously as if I were some government official about to entrap him.  Then
he looked at me and smiled.  "Is this a woman?" he asked me.  "Well, sort
of," I replied.  "The address is Tasha@...", I told him. "Consider it
done," he said.  "In fact, order me another coffee, to go?" he asked.

     The teenager got up from the table.  He sat down at one of the public
Internet computers at the other end of the shop, presumably for privacy.  I
ordered his coffee. The coffee must have taken about five minutes.  By the
time the coffee was ready, he had a small slip of paper in his hand.  He
showed it to me, and it had a name and address.

     "How could you have done that so fast?" I asked, my mouth open in
amazement.  "Hey, if you won't tell on me, I won't tell on you," he
replied.  "What is there to tell on me?" I asked him. "Well," he whispered
back to me, "Do you know that this Tasha is a guy?"  I blushed, forgetting
I had told him it was a woman.

     Ronald Tashkowski in Dallas was the name on the paper.  Tasha must be
the shortened and feminine version of his last name.  I decided I needed to
find out as much as I can about Tasha. I checked his address on an online
map website to see where in Dallas he was.  I found a hotel nearby and I
reserved a room for a week.  I would do my consulting work out of a Dallas
hotel for a while.  Dallas was an extra stroke of luck for me - that was
where Karen and Alicia lived.

     A few weeks later I was in Dallas.  Tasha lived in a garden apartment.
I parked my rental car outside his apartment early one Monday morning and
waited for him.  At 8:30 his apartment door opened.  Out stepped a bland,
mild mannered guy, maybe 5'5" and 150 pounds. He wore a shirt and tie, but
not a suit. He did not say goodbye to anyone as he closed his apartment
door and locked it from the outside.  I made a note to check and see
whether he was single.  He got into his car and drove.  I followed him from
a safe distance.  He drove for about ten minutes, and then he parked in a
small strip mall.  He went to the front door of one of the stores in the
strip mall, unlocked the door with his own key, and went in.  I parked
where I could get a good look at the door.  At 8:55 a nicely dressed young
woman appeared at the store and walked in.  Between 9:00 and 9:05 three
more nicely dressed young women walked in.  I assumed these were
employees. Then an informally dressed guy came in at 10:30, and he left
with some papers ten minutes later.  He was probably a customer.  Around
noon the four women left the store and got into a single car, presumably to
go to lunch.  This meant Tasha was all alone there.  The women returned
just before 1:00, and Tasha immediately left the store.  He got into his
car, and I followed him into a sandwich shop.  He bought a newspaper and a
sandwich, and he read while he ate.  I followed him into the men's room,
taking advantage of the fact that I could use the facilities myself while
still keeping an eye out on him.  He returned to the store by 2:00.  I
continued to watch the store.  A few customers came and went.  At precisely
5:00 the four female employees left.  At 5:30 Tasha left, locked the door,
and drove home.

     I continued to watch Tasha from outside his apartment.  Occasionally I
could see him from a window.  There didn't seem to be anyone else in the
apartment, but I decided I had better check.  Using my cell phone, I dialed
his number.  I saw him from the window pick up his phone and a man's voice
answered.  I said that I was selling cosmetics and I asked if the woman of
the house was home.  There was a pause as if he were thinking about this,
but he answered that there was no woman.  I thanked him and hung up.

     I watched his apartment for a few more hours.  At 8:15 he opened his
apartment door and got into his car.  I followed him in my car.  A few
minutes later he parked near some stores. Tasha went into an adult video
rental store!  He emerged a little while later with a video.  I looked
through my binoculars to check out the title of the video, but I couldn't
read it.  Tasha went home, presumably to watch the video. I went back to my
hotel, thinking I had learned as much about Tasha as I was going to for the
first day.

     I got up early the next day and had a quick room service breakfast.  I
decided I had better dress a little differently each day in case Tasha got
suspicious.  Today I would be in dark sunglasses, a fake beard, and a black
T-shirt with black jeans.  It occurred to me that although my teenaged
computer genius back home had found the name of Mr. Tashkowski pretty
quickly, I really wasn't sure if this was the Tasha I was looking for.  I
also pondered whether this Tasha was a creature of habit and had the exact
same routine every day.  Could I just show up at his apartment at 8:29 and
be ready for him when he left for work?

     I decided I had better show up early, and sure enough Tasha left for
work at precisely 8:25 this morning.  He was not driving to work the same
way as yesterday.  Tasha struck me as a person who was a creature of habit.
He drove for a few minutes and then it hit me - he was going to return the
video he had rented last night.  I passed him on a two-lane road, and I got
to the video store first.  I timed it so I got to the return box of the
video store just before him.  I pretended to deposit my own video first,
while watching him out of the corner of my eye.  When he was just close
enough I turned around quickly and bumped into him hard enough to knock him
down. He was so surprised that the video flew out of his hand.  I
apologized and offered my hand to help him up, while discreetly eyeing his
video's title.  "Dominant Sisters" was the title, and the box showed a
picture of three beautiful women in dominatrix outfits spanking what looked
like a guy in a corset and makeup.  "Sorry, man," I said in a voice much
deeper than my own, as I pretended not to see the video title.  I had
gotten my answer - this was the real Tasha!

     I drove off first.  I now knew where he was going.  Sure enough, he
arrived at his store 8:40, the same time as yesterday.  He unlocked the
door and went inside.  By 9:05 his four female employees had arrived.

     I decided I wanted to see inside the store and check out the layout.
It occurred to me that I hadn't even paid attention to what kind of store
it was.  I looked on a window - it was Friendly Insurance Company.  With
just five employees, I guessed that it was a little insurance agency owned
by Friendly, a big countrywide insurance company.  This was interesting.  I
could easily make up a reason to enter this agency, but I had just bumped
into Tasha, and he would find it suspicious.  I decided to return to my
hotel and change clothes.

     I came back to the insurance agency an hour later.  I was no longer
wearing the sunglasses and beard, and I was in my serious financial
consultant outfit of my dark blue pinstriped suit.  I entered the agency
and told the receptionist that I was in Dallas on business, that I had a
Friendly insurance policy back home, and that I had a question about my
insurance coverage.  I asked a fairly obtuse question about a laptop
computer crashing and my losing data and the software program involving
both work and personal stuff, and what my personal insurance policy would
cover.  This was complicated enough that the receptionist knew to refer me
to the head of the agency - a Mr. Tashkowski.  She led me to his office.

     I shook hands with Mr. Tashkowski, who clearly did not recognize me
from the video store, and I asked him my question.  It was a complicated
question with a complicated answer.  While he answered I looked around his
office.  He had a full office with walls to the ceiling, glass windows with
curtains, and a door.  He had a comfortable leather chair and a big desk.
Yes, as the beginnings of an idea formed in my head - this would do just
fine!  He finished answering my question, I thanked him, and I left.  By
now I knew all about Tasha I needed to know.

     I returned to my hotel and I immediately called Karen at her work
number.  I had not told her I was in Dallas to spy on Tasha.  I told her
everything I had learned about him.  Karen was very excited about this turn
of events, and she suggested that she and Alicia meet for dinner that
evening.  She chose a restaurant and gave me driving directions.  With a
chuckle in her voice, she told me that Alicia would dress appropriately.

     I was already seated when Karen and Alicia arrived.  Karen is 25,
short brown hair, no makeup, certainly nice enough looking, and wore a
sweater and jeans.  Alicia, her boyfriend, is 28.  Karen had dressed him in
a long blonde wig, dramatic makeup, a yellow minidress, and heels.  Alicia
turns heads when he dresses like that.  Part of the humiliation for Alicia
is that although he is truly comfortable appearing in public crossdressed,
he is suitably embarrassed when strange men ogle him.

     "Hi Cindy," Karen greeted me excitedly with a hug.  Funny.  Although
we have been online friends for years, Karen only knows me by my femme
name.  She never asked for my male name, and I never volunteered it.  I
looked awkwardly at Alicia, not sure how to greet him. "Oh, come on you
two," Karen urged us.  "Let's see a nice kiss."  Alicia did not give me a
chance to react that statement, and immediately kissed me on the lips.  I
was dressed as a male and Alicia as a female, so this certainly seemed
natural to anyone looking at us.  I knew differently however, and I
blushed.  Karen grinned.  I also made a mental note of how quickly Alicia
had reacted to Karen's command.

     We had a nice dinner, and I filled Alicia in on what I had learned
about Tasha.  Karen wanted to know in general terms what I had in mind for
Tasha.  I told her, and Karen and Alicia suggested some other things.  We
needed some props, and Karen dictated as I made a list of what I would have
to get and where in Dallas to get them.  We concluded with some vague plans
and with a final warning from Karen directed at me.

     "I certainly don't have to say this for Alicia's benefit, but I am
saying it for you, Cindy.  Don't ever forget that I am in charge of this
little Operation Tasha.  When I tell you to something, you will do it
without hesitation and without question. Anything less, and Alicia and I
will end the scene immediately.  Are we understood?"  I nodded agreement.
"Not good enough, Cindy," she admonished me.  "The appropriate reply is
'Yes, Mistress Karen'."  I repeated that phrase, wondering if I had gotten
myself into more than I had bargained for.  We said good-bye, with another
awkward kiss between Alicia and me.

     We had scheduled Operation Tasha for early Friday morning.  This gave
me a couple of days to get the props from a combination of sex shops and
department stores.  I had not brought my own female clothes to Dallas, so
Karen had told me what she wanted me to get for myself and where to get it.
She told me to tell the saleswomen that I was a friend of Alicia, so the
saleswomen knew that I was also a crossdresser.  Karen wanted me to get two
outfits - one sexy and one businesslike - I was not sure why, but I did.
Karen said she would loan me some things from Alicia's collection.  I was
also to go to Karen's - or was it Alicia's? - beauty salon and get a full
waxing to remove my body and leg hair.

     Karen and Alicia knocked on my hotel door promptly at 2 a.m. on Friday
morning as we agreed.  They looked smashing!  Karen and Alicia were in
matching low cut black tops with black leather miniskirts and heels.  I had
not realized that that is what Karen had asked me to buy, so the three of
us were going to be in identical outfits. They were both wearing long wavy
blonde wigs. They were elaborately made-up, with thick black eyeliner, long
black eyelashes, and glossy red lips that had been lined in a darker color
to make their lips seem bigger.  They were both really hot, and I
complimented them.

     They proceeded to help me dress.  As Karen observed my arousal from
her and Alicia's appearance, she explained that for this scene to be
convincing it was important that my penis be carefully out of sight.  They
tied a string to the head of my penis, pulled it between my legs, and tied
the other end of the string to the back of my garter belt.  I felt between
my legs - it was amazingly smooth.  Alicia blushed - I was sure he was in
the same position.

     Karen had instructed me to be in black lingerie and with nails and
toenails polished, but nothing else because they would help me with the
rest.  They tightened my corset and slipped the false breasts into the bra
portion.  Karen watched with a smile as I got into my black miniskirt -
something much shorter than I am used to wearing.  I finished dressing, and
Karen had me sit down.  Karen explained that Alicia was the makeup expert
between the two of them, and that Alicia would be doing mine identically to
hers.

     Alicia produced a makeup kit and said embarrassedly, "I'm sorry Cindy,
but I don't know how to do this from a distance.  I only know how to do
this up close."  And with that Alicia pushed my knees together, sat on my
lap with her legs spread on either side of me, and started on my face.
Karen grinned as she saw how taken aback I was with Alicia's boldness, but
as I gazed into Alicia's beautiful and elaborately made-up face, I forgot
just who was sitting so intimately in my lap.

     Alicia kept a running commentary of what she was doing, no doubt at
Karen's command for my benefit.  She started with a liquid makeup that she
dotted over my face, and then blended in. She powdered my face so the
liquid makeup would set.  She blended three eyeshadow shades on me,
explaining that she was giving me deep-set eyes, which, if they turned out
anything like hers, were indeed very sexy.  She applied several coats of
mascara, and I felt my lashes get heavier and heavier.  With a steady hand
she calmly painted a thick line in liquid eyeliner both above and below my
eyes. She playfully blushed my cheeks in a rose blush powder.  She finished
by lining my lips with a pencil and then filling them in with a liquid
lipstick in a reddish-plum that she explained provided color and gloss in
one.  Alicia got off me and Karen placed a long blonde wig on me, identical
to hers and Alicia's.  Karen brushed it out, spritzed me with some perfume,
and showed me my image in a mirror.  I nearly fainted - it was a heavily
made-up, but very sexy look.  I loved it.

     We were all set to go.  We rounded up our props, and three gorgeous
girls left my hotel room and got into my rental car.  We drove to Tasha's
apartment.  It was 4 a.m.  We knocked on his door.

     A bleary-eyed face appeared through Tasha's peephole.  Of course we
had awakened him from sleep in the middle of the night.  "Who's there?" he
asked.  "We're the dominant sisters," Karen announced matter-of-factly, as
if it were the most obvious thing in the world.  "We're here to party with
you, Tashkowski.  Let us in - now," Karen demanded.

     Tasha shook his head, trying to clear the cobwebs.  Maybe this was
just a dream. This was the sort of thing he dreamt about, right?  He
unlocked the door and let us in.

     Karen took the lead, put her arms around him, and gave him a serious
kiss.  She motioned for Alicia to do the same, and Alicia followed her
lead.  Then Karen motioned for me to kiss him.  I had kissed Alicia in the
restaurant, and although she was a guy she was dressed so beautifully I had
no trouble imagining Alicia was a girl.  But this was different.  Yet I
remembered Karen's stern instruction to me about following her commands,
and so I kissed Tasha.  No, I kissed this nerdy guy named Tashkowski.  I
was dressed as a sexy woman, and we were leading him on.  It seemed pretty
reasonable.

     Tasha was flushed from three heavy kisses that had come out of
nowhere.  Out of breath he asked, "who are you?  And why did you pick me?"
Karen answered, "We're the dominant sisters, from the movie you rented."
Tasha gave a blank look, wondering how we knew about the movie.  "Oh, we
know all about you," Karen continued, "including your fantasies."  Alicia
had started to unbutton his pajamas, and she motioned to me to help.
Alicia started nibbling his ear and running her beautifully polished nails
over his chest.  Our plan was working.  He was getting aroused and confused
and was not worrying about the logic of things, including the fact that we
probably looked nothing like the actresses from the movie.

     Tasha was naked now.  Alicia and I were licking his ear and fondling
his penis and balls.  Tasha had a glassy look in his eye, and I think he
would have done anything for us at that point.

     "Girls," Karen said to Alicia and me.  "Put him over my lap."  As we
did so, Karen said to Tasha, "Remember in the movie where the sisters give
the guy a little spanking?  It was very erotic, didn't you think?  Wouldn't
you like a little spanking now too?"  I didn't know if any of this was in
the movie, but things were moving too fast for Tasha to object.

     Tasha was over Karen's lap.  Karen closed her knees around his penis
and started spanking him with her hand.  Lightly at first, pausing to
caress his ass once in a while, and then harder.  I was by his head, which
was close to the floor.  Karen noticed this and said to Tasha, "Kiss
Cindy's shoes while you are there, to thank her for all this.  After all,
the whole thing was her idea."  Tasha started kissing my high heels, which
must have been very embarrassing to him.  Karen was spanking increasingly
harder.  I remembered why were here - to punish and humiliate Tasha.  I
kicked off one high heel and presented Tasha with a black stockinged
foot. I stuffed my big toe into his mouth and snarled at him, "Suck it,
Tasha."

     He complied, but I could see it in his eyes.  None of us had called
him Tasha to that point.  It was his e-mail and his fantasy name.  "Yes, we
know quite a bit about you, Tasha!" I hissed at him.  I enjoyed having my
toe sucked, and after awhile I switched and gave him my other big toe.
Tasha was moaning from Karen's spanks, but my toe effectively had him
gagged.

     "Cindy, would you like to take over for me?" Karen asked.  Boy, I sure
would!  Karen stood up, which effectively dumped Tasha on the floor.  I
took Karen's place on a chair, and Alicia positioned Tasha in my lap.  I
felt his ass - Karen had really warmed it up.  Alicia positioned herself by
Tasha's head, and she squeezed his head between her thighs, under her
skirt.  Tasha's head was immobilized, and he was in the dark under that
skirt.  Tasha must have imagined he was close to pussy - little did he
know!  With Tasha effectively blindfolded, Karen gave me a ping pong
paddle.  I reached my other hand and pulled Tasha's wrist behind his back.
Then I put my legs around Tasha' legs.  Tasha was not going anywhere.

     "Hey Tasha," I asked. "What kind of students attend 'Harvard on the
Hill'?," repeating the opening line from my story that he had plagiarized.
No answer.  Not surprising - he didn't write the line, so why should he
remember it?  I laid into him with the ping pong paddle.  He let out with a
scream.  I wailed him good, and ass cheeks were turning all sorts of colors
of red.  He was howling, and I didn't let up on his ass until my arm got
tired and I needed a break.

     "Why are you doing this to me?" Tasha asked in a muffled voice from
under Alicia's skirt.

     "You stole something from me, Tasha," I replied angrily.  "You stole
it from me, and you stole it from my friends.  And you don't even remember
what you stole, do you?"

     "What could I have stolen?  I don't even know you," pleaded Tasha.

     "What kind of students attend 'Harvard on the Hill'?," I repeated,
angrier than ever.  Karen tossed me one of my high heels, that I had
removed before.  "Try this on him, see if that helps his memory," she
suggested sweetly.

     I started smacking his ass with the sole of my high heel shoe.  There
was a whiplike quality to it, and I could tell the blows stung him even
more than the paddle did.  He was howling and begging me to stop.  I
smacked him until his ass was a bright purple.  Then I got up out of the
chair and tossed him to the floor.

     As Tasha lay on side and rubbed his glowing ass, Karen looked him
over.  "Just as I thought.  He liked that.  His cock is hard."

     "I think we need to frustrate him a little more," Karen decided.  She
had us lay him flat on his back, despite the discomfort of his burning ass,
and she told Alicia and me what she wanted us to do.  I laid his arms
straight out behind him and sat on them.  Alicia sat on his thighs, as she
and I faced each other.  Karen sat on his chest, facing Tasha's face.

     Karen leaned over him and smiled at him.  She threatened to take her
breasts out of her low cut top and put them in his face.  "You'd like that,
wouldn't you?" she asked him.  "You'd like to kiss them and suck, wouldn't
you?"  Instead she slapped his face hard.  "I don't think so," she toyed
with him.  Karen got up and reached into my bag of props, out of sight of
Tasha.  "This ought to be fun," she said gleefully.

     When she returned she lifted up her skirt to show she had strapped on
a dildo.

     "You're turned on by the idea of sucking a cock, aren't you Tasha?"
she asked him.  "In fact, that's one more of those things we know about
you."  Karen recalled this as one of the parts in the "Cheerleader" story
of mine that Tasha had plagiarized.

     Karen kneeled over him, lifted her skirt, and said "Open wide."  Tasha
refused.

     "Now Tasha," Karen said patiently.  "Do you really think you have any
control in any of this?  Do you really think we don't have any number of
ways to make you behave?  As a start, we might bend you over a chair and
see how hard I can shove this dildo up your ass?  Or maybe we should let
Cindy do that - she seems to have some special animosity toward you."

     Tasha recalled how hard I smacked his ass.  He still did not know why
I am so mad at him, but he decided that was a prospect he had better avoid.
He reluctantly opened his mouth to accept Karen's dildo.

     "That's better, dear," said Karen kindly.  "In fact, Alicia," who was
still sitting on Tasha's thighs, "stroke his cock a little and help him
enjoy this more."  Alicia, somewhat reluctantly no doubt, complied.

     Karen teasingly inched the dildo closer and closer to Tasha's open
lips.  Just as the head was about to enter past his lips, she stopped.  "Oh
how rude of me.  To make you take this dildo with no lubrication.  Cindy
dear," she said to me bring me a lipstick."

     I got off Tasha's arms.  Tasha kept his arms straight behind him, not
realizing nothing was holding them, but not daring to mount any attack.  I
reached into my bag and brought Karen a lipstick.  "And get a picture of
this too, please," she said to me.

     I got the Polaroid camera as Karen leaned over Tasha, her dildo
flapping menacingly towards his face, as Karen unscrewed the lipstick.
Karen held Tasha by the chin and carefully painted Tasha's lips in bright
red as I shot the picture.  Karen looked him in the eye and said, "I don't
personally know if it's true, but Alicia always says a little lipstick
makes it easier to suck a dildo.  Isn't that right Alicia?"  Alicia blushed
profusely through her makeup and nodded.

     Karen rescrewed the lipstick and then she screwed Tasha with the
dildo.  She held her skirt up to watch the expression on his face.  His
face was turning red from the humiliation, but he was enjoying it too.
Karen continued to slowly pump her dildo in and out of him, while Alicia
gently teased his cock.  Tasha closed his eyes, and was moaning with
enjoyment.

     This went on for a while until Alicia announced, "I think he's close
to cumming - should I let him cum?"  "Absolutely not!" replied Karen, and
Alicia expertly squeezed him with two fingers, bringing his oncoming orgasm
to a halt.

     Then Karen removed the dildo from Tasha's move and turned around,
surveying the state of Tasha's frustrated and wilting penis.  She kneeled
over him with his head in her crotch but giving him a view of Alicia.  Now
Alicia and Karen were facing each other.

     "Alicia," Karen said.  "Have I told you tonight how absolutely
stunning you look?"  Alicia beamed.  This part was for real.  They
unabashedly love each other, and Karen knows how to press Alicia's buttons.

     Karen leaned toward Alicia, put her hands on her face, and kissed her.
They kissed long and passionately as two people in love do.  Tasha wiggled
in frustration at this erotic scene taking place on top of his body with no
way to participate.  Karen and Alicia were fondling each other's breasts,
and I think all four of us were getting turned on.

     "Oh Cindy," Karen said to me as she took a breather between her steamy
kisses with Alicia.  "Why don't you put on one of the strap-on dildos too.
You know - the one that the grows as it's sucked and emits that milky
liquid?"

     Karen and Alicia resumed kissing and fondling each other.  Tasha
looked on with fascination - like most guys, he was spellbound by the sight
of two beautiful women kissing.  I made a production of fiddling with
something under my skirt.  What I was fiddling with was untying the string
from my penis head that held my penis between my legs. Karen moved closer
to Alicia and I mounted Tasha's shoulders, so Karen and I were back to
back.  I put Tasha's face in darkness under my skirt.  As Karen and Alicia
moaned and thrashed and occasionally teased Tasha's penis, I inserted my
own penis inside his mouth.  Tasha had been suckered into believing that he
was sucking a second dildo so he didn't think twice when my penis started
to grow in his mouth.  He thought he was inches from pussy, he was
disoriented by being in the dark under a skirt, and besides Karen and
Alicia were doing who knows what further down his body.  I stroked his head
and enjoyed the sensation of the blowjob.  In no particular order, Karen
came, Alicia came, and I came.  Karen and Alicia must have been satisfying
each other manually.  I lifted myself up off Tasha, who finally realized he
had been sucking on a real cock, as the remainder of my ejaculation oozed
over his red painted lips.

     "Who the hell are you?" he asked angrily.

     I slapped him in the face with all my might.  "You stole my Internet
story," I screamed at him.  "It's called 'Cheerleaders', and it begins
"What kind of students attend 'Harvard on the Hill'? "  There were tears
streaming down my face as the accumulated anger of being ripped off and all
it meant to me came to the surface.  I was slapping him left and right.
Karen and Alicia thought I was getting carried away and they decided to
pull me away from him.

     "Oh, shit," as Tasha finally realized who I was.  "You're THAT Cindy."

     Karen and Alicia were holding me back.  They were afraid I was going
to kill him.

     "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry.  It was a dumb thing to do."  Tasha had
finally apologized.  "OK, you got me.  I don't know how you found me, but
you certainly found me, and you worked me over good.  Are we even?"

     "Not yet, scumbag," replied Karen.  "We have another treat in store
for you.  Let's get you ready for work."

     With that we grabbed Tasha and took him to the bathroom.  We took the
velcro handcuffs that I had bought, and we tied his hands to the shower
rod.  Then we used an electric razor and a straight razor with shaving
cream, and we started to shave him everywhere below the neck.  Tasha
started to complain.  Karen took a dildo and told him to open wide.  He
shook his head no.  Karen shrugged her shoulders and pinched his nose shut.
When he opened his mouth for air, she released his nose and unceremoniously
pushed the dildo into his mouth.  She tied it around his face with a scarf,
and we continued shaving him.  We shaved his groin and balls clean, and
then took turns teasing him and examining how smooth they were.  We used
hand cream on his penis, rubbing it in until we achieved a high glossy
shine.  We rubbed some into his nipples until they were erect and glowed
too, and we then snapped our fingers at his nipples. We took a picture of
his cleanly shaven balls and fully erect nipples and penis.

     Karen made a big production of shaving his ass.  She made Alicia and
me spread his cheeks so she could shave closely in his crack.  She wondered
aloud if Tasha had any Witch Hazel, and how a spanked ass would feel after
an application of Witch Hazel.  She made us feel how smooth his ass was,
and we each gave him a single spank for luck.

     Tasha was still tied to the shower rod.  Karen told Alicia and me to
each take a tweezer and tweeze his eyebrows into a nice feminine arch.
This was a surprise, since we hadn't been prepared for this and had no hope
of doing an even job.  We worked separately on one eyebrow each without
looking at the other's work, occasionally bumping into the dildo protruding
from his mouth.  The dildo silenced his little screams, but he winced with
each pluck.  When we were each done we looked at the final product.  Each
eyebrow was indeed arched, but the thickness and the slants were nowhere
close.  Karen giggled at the result and spanked each of us once for doing a
terrible job.

     "The only thing left to do is start from scratch," she announced with
a sigh, as she took the electric razor and shaved off all of Tasha's
remaining eyebrows. She then produced a stencil and a sharp brown pencil,
and she traced a line over each of his eyes.  She gave him perfectly shaped
and seriously arched feminine eyebrows.

       Karen went to work on his hair.  She took a small handful of his
hair and twisted it around a curling iron.  She slowly repeated this until
his entire head of hair was a ringlet of soft curls.  Meanwhile Alicia and
I polished his toenails.  Karen put a pink hair bow in his hair and tied
the head of his penis in a bow with a pink ribbon.

     We dressed him in bra, panty, and beige stockings.  We slipped a pink
print dress over him and gave him high heels.  Karen showed me the heels
had little padlocks at the ankle straps and so the shoes could not be
removed without the key.  These were all some of Alicia's old clothes - by
my description of Tasha, Karen had guessed that they were close to the same
size.

     We released Tasha from the shower rod velcro handcuffs, and we removed
the dildo from his mouth.  Karen told him that he had better continue to do
as we say, or she would find another use for that dildo.  Alicia worked on
his makeup and I polished his fingernails.  Alicia gave him long flirty
eyelashes "because you are such a flirt, aren't you Tasha?" she asked.
"Give him way too much blush," Karen commanded, and Alicia did, making his
pink cheek color obvious and embarrassed looking.  Karen then commanded,
"Make those sissy lips shine!" so Alicia finished with a hot pink lipstick
and lip gloss.  "This is all-day lipstick, dear," explained Alicia.
"You're not going to lick it off for a good twelve hours," she said
sweetly.  Karen spritzed him with perfume.

     Tasha was all dressed, and it was 7:30 a.m.  Alicia and I each grabbed
him by the arm to escort him outside.  Karen took his keys and locked his
apartment door.  We got in my car and drove him to work.

     We unlocked his office and turned the lights on.  We dragged him to
his office and bound him hand and foot to his office chair with the velcro
handcuffs.  We took all the photos we had taken and we spread them out over
his desk as if he were looking at them and masturbating to them.  We
changed his name plate from Ronald Tashkowski to Tasha.  We also left on
the desk the lipstick we had used on him, unscrewed as if he had just used
some, his keys, and also the key to his shoes.  We unplugged his phone.  We
made a pot of coffee, which we thought would be a nice touch for his
co-workers.  We closed his curtains, left his office, and closed his office
door.

     We returned to the hotel.  We removed our blonde wigs, changed out of
our black miniskirt outfits and removed our makeup. We changed into normal
female business outfits.  Alicia did us up in moderate makeup, and we
switched to short haired feminine wigs.  We were three very different
ladies than the ones who had spent the time with Tasha.  In fact we were
non-descript; we would be very difficult to pick out in a crowd.  We had a
leisurely breakfast at the hotel restaurant.  We left and got into my car.
We drove to Tasha's insurance agency and arrived at precisely 9:00 a.m.

     The receptionist looked like she had just arrived at work and had not
yet settled in.  She asked us how she could help us.  We politely told her
that we had a 9:00 a.m. appointment with a Mr. Ronald Tashkowski, and was
he in yet?  She dialed his phone number, but his phone didn't ring, so she
assumed there was a problem with the phones.  She escorted us to his office
and knocked on his door.  Hearing no answer, she opened the door.
     
     There was our Tasha, exactly as we had left him.  The receptionist
screamed to her co-workers, "Girls, come here.  You've go to see this!"
Tasha was speechless as the four female co-workers examined him.  They
gushed over his cute little curls and teased him about his sexy eyelashes
and his lipstick.  They complimented him over his pretty dress and shoes.
They lifted his dress to see his panties and they discovered the ribbon on
his cock.  They studied the photos of him laid out on his desk and wondered
what in the world he was doing in those photos.  They saw his new nameplate
and started calling him by his new name, Tasha.  While they were shrieking
in laughter and talking out loud of how to further humiliate him, I
whispered in his ear.  "Don't you ever rip off another author's work again,
you sissy, or we will come back and it will be worse for you."  We walked
right out the door and never looked back.

END.