BTFW - Ronnie's Big Reveal
Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2023 1:45 am
Part 1
There once was a girl named Ronnie, that everyone thought was as sweet as could be. All of her friends and coworkers thought she was the most kind and caring person they had ever met. But Ronnie had a little secret. She enjoyed writing erotic fiction.
Ronnie was a little humiliation slut. She fantasized about being exposed to others. Her friends, her coworkers, and even strangers. The thought of that could drive her wild, but she knew she would truly be mortified if anyone she knew were to ever trace one of her stories back to her.
She had just recently posted her latest chapter, under the handle she went by on this very board, DameBella. Her story was about a girl named Layla, who makes a bet that leaves the girl naked and exposed to this guy she had just met. Ronnie couldn't help squirming, imagining that happening to her. She was watching her post like a hawk, waiting to see how others would react to her latest fantasy.
Her computer made a ding. She has received her first comment on her story, but the comment wasn't on the webpage. It had come to her personal messaging app. She recognized the screen name. Another writer from the site named SuperEvil. She had read a few of his stories, but to her, penning her own stories was always so much more exciting.
SuperEvil: Very nice story DameBella. I think it would be fun for the two of us to do a little collaboration together. Don’t you?
DameBella: How did you find my personal messenger address?
SuperEvil: You've been a very naughty girl Ronnie, and you haven't covered your tacks very well.
Ronnie's blood ran cold seeing her real name in plain text. How had he found her name!? She was always sure to be so careful.
DameBella: Please. What do you want? You can't tell anyone my real name please! I'll be ruined.
Ronnie hit the enter key with dread, but she didn't know what else to say to this guy. This guy that she didn't even know!
SuperEvil: Relax Ronnie. I just wanted to tell you personally that I really enjoyed your stories.
She felt some relief at that. She had overreacted. This guy was just messing with her a little.
DameBella: Thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed them.
She was still a bit perturbed at the guy, and didn't feel like talking to him any more than she had to.
SuperEvil: Now let's discuss that collaboration.
DameBella: I don't think so. Thank you for saying you enjoyed my stories, but I prefer to work alone.
SuperEvil: Oh Ronnie. Silly little Ronnie. You seem to be misinformed, thinking you have any choice in the matter.
Ronnie could feel herself getting mad.
DameBella: Look I don't know how you are, but you can just fuck right off! I'm blocking you now!
SuperEvil: You can do as you wish.
SuperEvil: Of course, if you block me I'm going to be letting all your friends, all your coworkers, and even your whole family in on your dirty little secret.
SuperEvil: Think of how ashamed your sweet little nana will feel knowing that you write such slutty, nasty, degrading material about yourself.
DameBella: What do you want, fucker!?
She knew she had no choice in the matter. She just couldn't stand the thought of everyone she knew finding out about her fantasies. She was still feeling angry though, and decided to show this guy her displeasure.
SuperEvil: I would think someone in your position would show a bit more respect towards me. Would you like to try that again?
DameBella: I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I was just upset. Please, what do you want?
SuperEvil: Better.
SuperEvil: One of the things that has always been hardest to nail down in these stories, is just what a girl is truly feeling as she is going through her turmoil. I think you can help me with this, Ronnie. I think you are the perfect candidate for that.
DameBella: How am I supposed to help you? I've never had anything like that happen to me. Everything I've written is just fantasy.
SuperEvil: That's where I come in. I'm going to help you experience one of your hot little fantasies for real. Let's start with something simple. I want you to take a selfie and send it to me.
DameBella: I guess that's not so bad.
SuperEvil: Did I forget to tell you you would have to do it in just your bra and panties?
DameBella: No! Fuck you! I'm not doing that!
Ronnie's full name, place of work, and even her home address appeared on screen.
DameBella: I'm sorry! Please! Please! Okay, I'll send you a selfie, but underwear is too much. I have a teeny tiny little bikini I can wear instead. Is that okay?
SuperEvil: Alright Ronnie. That is acceptable. For now. Take your selfie and send it to me when you're done.
Ronnie quickly scrambled to find one of her pictures from beach season last summer. She had one bikini she had bought during that time that had turned out to be just a bit too small, but she had missed the window to return it. She had tried it on at home, finding it exciting just how sexy and exposed she looked in it. She had even taken a picture of herself wearing it, but she had never planned to share that picture with anybody. Now she felt like she didn’t have a choice. As soon as she found it, she quickly cropped it so her face wasn’t showing, and then copied it into the chat.
SuperEvil: Very good Ronnie. I think I will let you have a break for now, and let your new reality sink in. I'll be contacting you tomorrow. Make sure you're up by 9 am.
SuperEvil: By the way, is that your pretty little nipple peeking out of your top there? Both your nipples seem pretty hard. Glad to see you’re enjoying this as much as me.
Ronnie couldn't help blushing as her blackmailer signed off. She took a closer look at the picture, discovering that he was right! It was possible to see the edge of her areola peeking out from the cup of the bikini top! And her nipples were pushing out the thin material quite a bit. She hadn't noticed either of those things before. She could only sit there with worry and dread, thinking about what this creep would ask her to do tomorrow.
There once was a girl named Ronnie, that everyone thought was as sweet as could be. All of her friends and coworkers thought she was the most kind and caring person they had ever met. But Ronnie had a little secret. She enjoyed writing erotic fiction.
Ronnie was a little humiliation slut. She fantasized about being exposed to others. Her friends, her coworkers, and even strangers. The thought of that could drive her wild, but she knew she would truly be mortified if anyone she knew were to ever trace one of her stories back to her.
She had just recently posted her latest chapter, under the handle she went by on this very board, DameBella. Her story was about a girl named Layla, who makes a bet that leaves the girl naked and exposed to this guy she had just met. Ronnie couldn't help squirming, imagining that happening to her. She was watching her post like a hawk, waiting to see how others would react to her latest fantasy.
Her computer made a ding. She has received her first comment on her story, but the comment wasn't on the webpage. It had come to her personal messaging app. She recognized the screen name. Another writer from the site named SuperEvil. She had read a few of his stories, but to her, penning her own stories was always so much more exciting.
SuperEvil: Very nice story DameBella. I think it would be fun for the two of us to do a little collaboration together. Don’t you?
DameBella: How did you find my personal messenger address?
SuperEvil: You've been a very naughty girl Ronnie, and you haven't covered your tacks very well.
Ronnie's blood ran cold seeing her real name in plain text. How had he found her name!? She was always sure to be so careful.
DameBella: Please. What do you want? You can't tell anyone my real name please! I'll be ruined.
Ronnie hit the enter key with dread, but she didn't know what else to say to this guy. This guy that she didn't even know!
SuperEvil: Relax Ronnie. I just wanted to tell you personally that I really enjoyed your stories.
She felt some relief at that. She had overreacted. This guy was just messing with her a little.
DameBella: Thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed them.
She was still a bit perturbed at the guy, and didn't feel like talking to him any more than she had to.
SuperEvil: Now let's discuss that collaboration.
DameBella: I don't think so. Thank you for saying you enjoyed my stories, but I prefer to work alone.
SuperEvil: Oh Ronnie. Silly little Ronnie. You seem to be misinformed, thinking you have any choice in the matter.
Ronnie could feel herself getting mad.
DameBella: Look I don't know how you are, but you can just fuck right off! I'm blocking you now!
SuperEvil: You can do as you wish.
SuperEvil: Of course, if you block me I'm going to be letting all your friends, all your coworkers, and even your whole family in on your dirty little secret.
SuperEvil: Think of how ashamed your sweet little nana will feel knowing that you write such slutty, nasty, degrading material about yourself.
DameBella: What do you want, fucker!?
She knew she had no choice in the matter. She just couldn't stand the thought of everyone she knew finding out about her fantasies. She was still feeling angry though, and decided to show this guy her displeasure.
SuperEvil: I would think someone in your position would show a bit more respect towards me. Would you like to try that again?
DameBella: I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I was just upset. Please, what do you want?
SuperEvil: Better.
SuperEvil: One of the things that has always been hardest to nail down in these stories, is just what a girl is truly feeling as she is going through her turmoil. I think you can help me with this, Ronnie. I think you are the perfect candidate for that.
DameBella: How am I supposed to help you? I've never had anything like that happen to me. Everything I've written is just fantasy.
SuperEvil: That's where I come in. I'm going to help you experience one of your hot little fantasies for real. Let's start with something simple. I want you to take a selfie and send it to me.
DameBella: I guess that's not so bad.
SuperEvil: Did I forget to tell you you would have to do it in just your bra and panties?
DameBella: No! Fuck you! I'm not doing that!
Ronnie's full name, place of work, and even her home address appeared on screen.
DameBella: I'm sorry! Please! Please! Okay, I'll send you a selfie, but underwear is too much. I have a teeny tiny little bikini I can wear instead. Is that okay?
SuperEvil: Alright Ronnie. That is acceptable. For now. Take your selfie and send it to me when you're done.
Ronnie quickly scrambled to find one of her pictures from beach season last summer. She had one bikini she had bought during that time that had turned out to be just a bit too small, but she had missed the window to return it. She had tried it on at home, finding it exciting just how sexy and exposed she looked in it. She had even taken a picture of herself wearing it, but she had never planned to share that picture with anybody. Now she felt like she didn’t have a choice. As soon as she found it, she quickly cropped it so her face wasn’t showing, and then copied it into the chat.
SuperEvil: Very good Ronnie. I think I will let you have a break for now, and let your new reality sink in. I'll be contacting you tomorrow. Make sure you're up by 9 am.
SuperEvil: By the way, is that your pretty little nipple peeking out of your top there? Both your nipples seem pretty hard. Glad to see you’re enjoying this as much as me.
Ronnie couldn't help blushing as her blackmailer signed off. She took a closer look at the picture, discovering that he was right! It was possible to see the edge of her areola peeking out from the cup of the bikini top! And her nipples were pushing out the thin material quite a bit. She hadn't noticed either of those things before. She could only sit there with worry and dread, thinking about what this creep would ask her to do tomorrow.