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on pink stationery. Nothing seemed unusual, at least not at first.
"Samantha," it began. "Greetings. Your name and information were given to us by a mutual friend, who, of course, must remain anonymous. After you read this, Im sure youll understand why. She has given us quite a bit of information regarding your new lifestyle and based on her input, along with other facts about you that weve been able to gather, It gives me great pleasure to extend this rather unusual invitation.
The mission of our group, "Totally Woman," is to offer select individuals the opportunity to expand their horizons, meet new friends in an unusual setting, and bring new pleasures to their life. If you are interested in a more full, more exciting life, and would like to know more, please double click on the medallion you see at the end of this mail. You will be taken to a new site that shows a beautiful southern mansion and garden. Only one pink blossom will be visible. Click on that blossom and your journey will begin. Your access code is A22CF9. Please do not lose it or allow it to get into the hands of anyone else. It is exclusively yours for the next 48 hours, after which it will be rendered inactive.
I hope we will see each other soon." It was signed, LTF.
It was puzzling, and yet I had to admit that it piqued my interests. Who could possibly know that much about me and my "new" lifestyle, other than my previous lover, whom I hadnt seen for several months? Why would they care about my level of excitement? I saved it to a new folder and finished reading my postings and e-mails, then went to change into panties and sleep shirt. Pouring myself a glass of wine, I returned to the computer, finally admitting that whatever and whoever it was, I had to know more or I would never get any sleep that night.
Logging on to the site, I was pleased by the beautiful opening scene, the aforementioned Southern mansion with tall porticos, surrounded by beautiful flowers but only one pink blossom could be seen. I clicked on it and was immediately linked to yet another screen, showing a picture of me, sitting in the park as I watched some women playing volleyball in bikinis. I remembered that day all too well. I watched firm bodies of the women and the bouncing breasts in bikini tops. My only question was, who cold have taken the picture? After a few seconds, a soft, decidedly feminine voice welcomed me.
"Welcome, Samantha. We are pleased that you have accepted our offer. In the next few minutes, you will be taken through a series of steps. The reason for all the steps is to give you plenty of time to reconsider. At each step, please take a few seconds to consider what you learn before moving on to the next step. I hope you find our offer acceptable and
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we will meet each other soon. If you still are interested in growing in the lifestyle, please click on the volleyball in the photo."
With trembling hands, I moved the arrow to the volleyball and clicked on it. It appeared to explode and a pink envelope drifted to the ground. "By your actions, Samantha," the voice continued, "we believe you to be ready for the first step. Our group seeks to take your life to new levels. If you wish to continue, please click on the envelope that fell from the ball."
When I clicked on the envelope, it opened and a note flew from it to open on the screen. "Thank you," it read. "You should be advised that the activities of the group are intensely sexual and require an ability to be accepting of new experiences. If this is not something you can accept, please click on the medallion at the bottom of the screen. You will be contacted later by a representative. If you choose this option, delete any saved messages. If you feel comfortable to continue at this time, you will see a small oval design at the top of the page. Click on it and you will be taken to the next level, but take a few seconds to contemplate your decision."
Without hesitation, I placed the arrow over the oval design and clicked on it. It seemed to turn, opening the note like a door onto another screen. " Now that you have chosen to accept our invitation, we will begin the process of preparing your orientation. Though it is an intense experience, nothing will happen that will cause you intense pain or physical damage. You can be assured that you will be treated with respect at all times. You now have twenty-four hours to reconsider. At this time tomorrow, you will receive an email with further details. Thank you, and have a lovely evening." It began to shrink to the sound of a beautiful ballad, and then it was gone.
The next thing I did was to place a call to my first (and only) lover, Candice, who preferred to be called Candi. It had been months, but we still talked frequently and exchanged emails several times a week.
She greeted me with "Hey Samantha, are you naked?"
I laughed and replied quickly, "I wish. Hey Candi, I need to ask you something. Are you familiar with an organization called Totally Woman?" For a second or two , there was no reply.
"Uh yeah, in a way," she replied, and I knew she was holding back.
"Did you give them my name, and tell them a whole bunch of shit about me?"
"You know me better than that, Sam. I promise you, it wasnt me."
"What do you know about them?"
Again, the hesitation. Her voice softened when she replied. "Ok, listen to me, Samantha. I cant tell you where I got my information from and there is a lot I cant tell you but Ill tell you
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