Introduction to the Expanded Edition

 

"Sex isn't funny. Frustration is funny."

Mike Pondsmith, Teenagers From Outer Space

 

Welcome to the Expanded Edition of Tabitha's Tickle. This edition contains over 91,000 words, up from 68,000 in the original book, mostly of additional erotica I've written over the years, ranging from short scenes to short stories. For those of you who've read earlier versions, I hope the new material will give you new fantasies and lots of pleasure.

No orgasms, though. You know the rules.

 

As far back as I can remember, I've had fantasies about being tickled and teased by sexy women, usually wearing some kind of costume. There wasn't a lot of porn published about that fetish, but occasionally I'd find a two or three page scene hot enough to justify buying an entire porn novel. When Penthouse (and later Penthouse Variations) started publishing short fantasies masquerading as reader letters, I checked out each issue in hopes of finding something that hit my hot buttons. I amassed a pretty good file folder worth of stuff over many years, but basically I discovered that if I wanted my sort of porn, I would just have to write it myself.

Penthouse Variations was my first target, and I sold my first story to them for the February 1993 issue: "The Black Satin Teddy," credited to "Robert Oberbeck." (They made up the pseudonyms. It was a fantasy based on an actual lingerie party I attended with my then-girlfriend and later wife. I followed up with two more sales, "My Scheherezade," heavily edited to remove most of the bondage, and "Lust in Disguise," about an encounter that followed a masquerade ball at a science fiction convention. Like "The Black Satin Teddy," both stories drew inspiration from real life, but they quickly moved into fantasy territory.

Under Dian Hanson's editorship, Leg Show was publishing some tease-related fantasies, and in the December 1994 issue she published my "Sorority Slave," a tease and denial fantasy, again heavily edited to remove bondage.

Somewhere around that time, I was in a bookstore at O'Hare Airport when I discovered Titian Beresford's Cinderella, published by Masquerade Books, and quickly snapped up Beresford's other books, Judith Boston and Nina Foxton. His books inspired me to try my hand at a novel of my own. Using Judith Boston as a model, I began writing a schoolgirl sorority teasing fantasy, and in 1996 Masquerade Books published it as Tabitha's Tease. Mindful of Elmore Leonard's advice to "leave out the parts people don't read," I set myself a goal to put sex on every page, avoiding those transition scenes porn readers skip anyway.

 

Tabitha's Tease was my first novel, and I've been gratified that more than twenty years later the book is still being read and evidently enjoyed. I've very much enjoyed the letters people have sent me about it over the years. I set out to write a sequel, Tabitha's Tickle, and experimented with multiple characters and changing points of view. It was published in 1997, and in expanded form is the book you hold in your hands.

Both Tabitha novels are pure fantasy, and my wife suggested I write something more relationship oriented. That turned into a science fiction bdsm romance novel, The Capture of Archer Cordell and its sequel The Taming of Archer Cordell. Not only is there sex on every page, there's also a thriller plot.

The Tabitha books went out of print, but it would be a number of years before the publishing rights reverted to me. When I discovered the tease-and-denial and male tickling sites on the web, I was amazed to discover how many people knew my books, and how much demand still existed. I saw used copies of the Tabitha books being sold for anywhere from $40 to $240, which is a testament to how rare professional f/m teasing and tickling erotica is.

Once publishing rights reverted to me, I immediately asked Pink Flamingo if they'd be interested in a reissue. A consolidated Tabitha's Tease/Tabitha's Tickle volume contained two new vignettes ("How We Choose Our Slave" and "Andi & Thom).

Although I very much enjoyed writing porn, it didn't pay well enough, and with the publishing market drying up, I turned to other work, both mainstream fiction and lots and lots of nonfiction, and that became my full-time job shortly after the turn of the century. But I still kept up my enthusiasm for the topic and was delighted how much really hot stuff I could find online! After some years, I tiptoed back into porn by writing a few unauthorized bonus chapters for "Amy the Nurse's Aide" by Peter.

Sometime in the early years of the 21st century, I discovered the Indecisive Yahoo Group for tease and denial image captioning (subsequently a paysite, though that no longer exists). I was blown away by the brilliance and originality of one of their contributors, Naamaire, and was inspired to do my own. I made several friends in that community, including both Naamaire and Indy (from "indecisive" as he could never think of a good porn nom de plume).

I filled some 27 Yahoo groups with over 3,000 captioned images in what was for me a major burst of creativity and artistic experimentation. There were truly awful misjudgments and experiments that went spectacularly flat, but as I look back over what I did, some of them were really quite good.

I was feeling that I'd said pretty much all I had to say with captions when Yahoo suddenly eliminated my identity and overnight shut down all my groups. I still don't know what it is I was supposed to have done; they never checked to see if I had my own side to the story. I was devastated, as some of what I had stored there I didn't have in my own files, and found myself with almost no remaining enthusiasm for image captioning. On top of that, changes in 2257 law and copyright enforcement made the risk unacceptable, and the captioning community moved, for the most part, behind closed doors. Indy was able to salvage a little of my classic work by buying legal rights to use the images. I did a few new pieces for him as well. Some of them are available on my Tumblr at https://www.tumblr.com/blog/robinwilde.

After a number of years with Pink Flamingo, the books went out of print once again, and I reissued them as ebooks, adding a new volume, Serena's Sorority Sisters. Pink Flamingo, now under new management, expressed an interest in having the books back, so I've prepared these expanded editions. I'm delighted to be back with Pink Flamingo, and hope you enjoy your visit to the erotic world of Valentine College.

May your dungeon week be everything you could possibly fantasize.

 

Cheers,

 

Robin Wilde

Valentine College

Class of 2017

 

The Secret History of Valentine College and Tau Zeta Rho

 

Want to know the true erotic history of Valentine College? Here you go...but if they find you know the truth, you just may find yourself a trussed-up tease slave.

Not that there's anything wrong with that.

 

Hello. I'm the Contessa de la Roche, chair of the board of trustees of Valentine College and president of the alumna association of Tau Zeta Rho sorority. But you can just call me Tabitha, here in private. This secret video has been designed to orient you into the history, customs, and goals of the organization you have just joined.

One VERY BIG warning before we get started. This is TOP SECRET, as you'll see. It's bad enough if non-member girls learn about us. UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES can males be permitted to discover our secrets. It would just blow their little minds, the poor dears...which is about the only thing that's going to get blown around here. *giggle* Guard this tape while it's in your possession, and return it to your sorority chapter's sergeant-at-arms when you're done. Thanks.

You may be aware that some of the secrets of Tau Zeta Rho have been exposed to the outside world, in the erotic novels Tabitha's Tease and Tabitha's Tickle, both by Robin Wilde, a permanent tease-slave of the sorority. This was only partially a security breach, as most readers regard the books as pure fantasy. Some readers have become obsessed by the thought of becoming enslaved by our sorority, and as it is the nature of our magick to seek out willing victims, if a person fantasizes hard enough and long enough, his wishes-and fears-all come true.

If you're a true Tau Zeta in the making, you always loved to tease the boys, just as soon as you realized that there was something about you that made them get that funny little look on their faces and made them get that slightly hunched-over look in their pants. For us, however, they're far more -they are a source of Wiccan energy and female empowerment. Teasing boys isn't just a game, it's a mission of serious purpose. The bluer the balls, the more outrageous the tease, the more desperate the frustration, the better. That frustration energy makes our magick stronger.

Our sorority is slightly more than one hundred years old. Tau Zeta Rho was founded in a secret ceremony held at the stroke of midnight on All Hallow's Eve in the year 1900. Thirteen women were present and pledged themselves to the new sisterhood. The number, of course, was highly significant, for under the guise of a standard Greek college sorority, Tau Zeta Rho was actually a Wiccan coven. Its mission was the liberation of the Goddess energy in the sorority's sisters, and the use of that energy to help women take their rightful place at the head of society.

The Wiccan sisterhood that founded Tau Zeta Rho was, however, not new. The Valentine Academy, an exclusive all-girl's institution located in a secluded mountain valley somewhere in the eastern United States, had Wiccan leadership from its inception. The Academy's first research fellowships were granted in the area of folk magick studies, learning the lore of the mountain folk and the secret wisdom of the earth and moon. The deepest of the true magicks, of course, is sex magick, and it is around this art that our studies have focused.

One of our earliest magick research results was the discovery that a "power battery" of sorts could be developed from the energies of male sexual frustration. Tau Zeta Rho's initiation rituals and male slavery and torment programs developed in response to the need to create the power source that would support continued research into sex magick and female Wiccan empowerment.

Over our first hundred years, we slowly expanded our program of tie, tickle and tease, starting with a few male victims and growing each year. Each of our female initiates is required to deliver one male to serve as a tease-slave for a week under the cruelest and most wicked erotic torments our sisterhood can devise. Most of our members bring a male a year as a week-long sacrifice to the Goddess, and our number of permanent and long-term slaves has also steadily increased.

As Valentine Academy began to graduate its highly trained Wiccan students, certain organizations became controlled by female dominants in a steadily expanding network.

First, Valentine Academy became Valentine College, admitting occasional male students, especially in its graduate programs (though most such students fell into various male slavery traps) and hiring occasional male professors (who suffered the same fate).

Second, the town of Valentine acquired a female mayor and police chief. Being arrested in Valentine if you're male can be a very frustrating experience.

There's a private detective agency in town that always gets its man, and the men say it's almost worth it to be captured by one of these sexy operatives.

If you are looking for a theatrical production you'll never forget, drop in at the Pussycat Lounge, a strip club with a difference. The male patrons all too frequently find themselves turned into unwilling participants in some very unusual floor shows.

The Valentine Travel Agency specializes in arranging "fantasy island" excursions in which very special dreams really do come true.

All of this is the result of Tau Zeta Rho's hundred year erotic presence in the heart of the community. That much raw sexual energy all bottled up simply creates a force that cannot be denied.

We spent most of our first one hundred years searching for the magickal keys to unlock the hidden Goddess power. It was unleashed on our one hundredth anniversary, as several long projects came to fruition. First, our "storage battery" of frustrated male sexual energy reached a sufficient level. Second, my investigations in Europe led me to discover Count Felipe de la Roche, a wizard and alchemist who is now my husband. His work in orgone magick formed the missing complement to our own research. Of course, Count Felipe is not merely my husband, but also my slave. Third, Tau Zeta's capture and torment of the male virgin Robin Wilde was the final sacrifice we needed to unlock the final seal.

As you become an initiate into our mysteries, O Sister, you will gain great Wiccan powers, powers that will enable you to bring any man to his knees with lust, powers that will make you a sexual goddess able to snap her fingers to compel any man to do her bidding. Like all the sisters before you, you will provide a male sacrifice to our dungeons, a male to be teased, tickled, and tormented for the pleasure of our Goddess.

There are more and deeper mysteries for you to discover. For now, I welcome you into the ranks of our sisterhood. May you find the power you wish, and use it to become the woman you will.

Blessed be.

 

Tabitha's Tickle Book 1 - The Initiation

 

Chapter One

 

Sharon's fingers crawled slowly up Bobby's leg. "What are you thinking about?" she teased.

Even with his eyes closed, he began to blush.

"Was it being in Orlando with a thousand cheerleaders? Did you like that?" She giggled as she watched his erection lurch in his pants. Bobby went wild for cheerleading outfits and Orlando was the site for the National Cheerleading and Dance Team Competitions. They were returning from a long week there in which Sharon's team had been second runner up.

Furtively, Bobby opened his eyes and glanced around the train compartment. There were few people in the car. "Shh," he complained. "You're embarrassing me."

Sharon laughed again, throatily. "It's not me that gets hard every time a cheerleader walks by. Some of the girls in my squad nicknamed you 'Woody.'" His blush grew deeper but his erection continued to swell under her teasing fingers. She shifted her position to face her boyfriend as he slipped down in his seat, legs falling open. She smiled with smug superiority. He was so predictable and helpless when she teased him. She pressed the palm of her hand against his shaft through his pants and rubbed in a slow circle.

"Mmm, that's nice," Bobby said. "I wish we were alone in a hotel room right now."

"Me, too," Sharon replied, "but we're on a rocking train instead. Like the movement? Like how the car sways?" Her hand continued its slow rotation. Bobby's lips parted as he gave himself to her touch.

"Don't tease me, Sharon," he said, rocking his hips to press harder against her hand. "I thought I'd die from not getting you alone last week."

She pouted prettily. "It wasn't my idea. All the girls had to room together. Besides, you wouldn't be so nuts if you didn't have a raging cheerleader fetish. Sometimes I think if it wasn't for my costume, you wouldn't want me at all."

"That's not true," he replied hastily, distracted by the continuing motion of her hand. "You're the sexiest girl in the world. I love you. I love everything about you."

"Yeah, especially my costume," she said sarcastically. It was a cute costume. A very short pleated skirt with two-color contrasting pleats -purple and white, the school colors -a tight high-necked sleeveless sweater with "Kittens," the team name, in bold letters, also purple and white. Tennis shoes, anklet socks and matching purple panties that flashed with nearly every move. It showed off her athletic, trim dancer's body very well.

Sharon had long, wavy brown hair, now tied up with a red scrunchie. Currently, she looked great in a short red skirt, open-toed white sandals, and a midriff-length white T-shirt that hugged her shapely breasts. Bobby wore madras shorts, tented out with his hardon, an oversize T-shirt, and tennis shoes without socks. He was tall, with light blond hair and a good runner's body.

They had been dating for about six months. Their sex was good, but restricted by college life's lack of opportunities, especially with the various cheerleader road trips. Sharon made up for it by teasing Bobby at every opportunity, which she enjoyed a lot. She assumed he did too -at least given the lack of other options most of the time.

Bobby's cock was giving him fits. It was true that being around so many costumed cheerleaders had driven him crazy. Worse, he also had a roommate situation so he hadn't even been able to jerk off. And he needed to. He could already feel the first ooze of pre-come fluid. Just her hand could make him spurt buckets, and soon. "Let me get some tissue," he whispered, "and then you can finish me. I really need it badly."

"Finish you?" she said with mock anger. "Who said anything about finishing you? I'm pretty horny myself, and I don't know why I should do you when I'm going to have to wait too."

"I'll do you next," he whispered. "It'll be great. Or I'll even do you first. Right here. Okay?"

"I don't think so," she smiled, but not releasing the pressure on his cock. "It's too public and too messy. You'll just have to take what you can get."

He moaned as the rotating motion of her hand drove him slowly to the brink of much-needed orgasm. "Please..." he moaned, "Please..."

She regarded him with careful scrutiny, watching his muscles tense with his approaching climax. "I don't think so," she repeated firmly. "You'll just have to wait until tonight."

"Please!" he begged again, opening his eyes to plead for his orgasm. He looked into her lovely blue eyes, sparkling with cynical amusement. She enjoyed her sense of control, her sense of what she was doing to him. The brief smile playing about the corners of her red lips was nearly enough to trigger him right there.

Slowly, slowly she continued the circular motion of her hand grinding against his cock. She could see a slight wet spot where his pre-come had leaked through his shorts. "Almost time to stop," she teased.

"No...please...just a little more...I'm almost there...I need it so badly...yes...yes...yes..." He gasped as the inevitable moment arrived; he was so close...and then she stopped.

He moaned with sensual agony; his balls were sucked up and taut with need; his cock twitched and pulsed in desperate rhythm. "Please...please..." his voice croaked dryly. Her hand was still resting on his cock, so he squirmed up against it. She pulled away. Her skirt had ridden up to the tops of her thighs so he could get a brief glimpse of white panties; then she shifted position, pulling her skirt down.

Before he could continue his desperate plea for an orgasm, the train's PA system announced, "Next stop, Valentine College Station! Valentine College Station!"

Sharon giggled. "Sorry, Bobby baby. We're almost here. Maybe later."

He groaned with frustration and some embarrassment as he began to shift his cock around in his shorts so he could stand up without advertising his horniness to the world. Sharon was no help, standing on her seat to reach the overhead racks with their backpacks, showing off her long legs in her miniskirt. She looked down at him, catching him staring at her. She smiled wickedly. "Time to get ready. Just wait; you'll meet even more cute cheerleaders!"

 

Valentine College was a heavily endowed private all-girl academy with a reputation for producing models, actresses, and high-powered female executives, all with unusual self-assurance and a sense of their own sexual power. Their varsity cheerleading squad was nationally recognized for excellence; their dance team was always in contention for every award. The school was selective about admissions and Sharon was pleased not only to be asked to apply, but also to pledge Tau Zeta Rho, the most exclusive Valentine sorority. It had all happened quite suddenly at Orlando, and the invitation included train tickets to the small town where the college was located.

Bobby wasn't happy about her attending an all-girl school, but Valentine College was only about two hours' drive from Tech, where he went. Plus, there were the cheerleaders to watch, and the thought of Sharon with a new cheerleading outfit.

The train pulled into the station.

A pink Cadillac convertible, license plate TZR, was waiting. Bobby's eyes bugged out just a little bit at the sight of the occupants -three fully costumed cheerleaders who were totally hot.

The first had long, silky, light blonde center-parted straight hair, a long, athletic body with endless legs, piercing blue eyes, and a wide, sensual mouth. The second was short and voluptuous, thick waves of raven hair spilling over a round face, deep red pouting lips, large, pillowy breasts and hips, curved thighs holding rich promise. And the third -the third had a sensual little rosebud mouth and laughing blue eyes, golden hair cropped in a pixie cut, cupcake breasts and hot legs, and a strange radiant energy promising cruel delights and wicked games. She was no more beautiful than the other cheerleaders, certainly no more lovely than his Sharon, but he couldn't take his eyes off her.

And the outfits: Valentine's cheerleading uniforms were scandalously sexy -a hot scarlet with white trim, flouncy pleated skirts barely twelve inches long, midriff sweaters just a size too tight with a slashing "Valentine" in white script that drew your eyes to breasts threatening any second to burst free, white athletic knee socks and red tennis shoes -so sexy they radiated total confidence. "I know you want me. You can look, but you can't touch." Bobby's cock was again rampant in his shorts just from the sight of the uniformed cheerleaders, made even harder by Sharon's train tease.

The girls were perched on the top of the back seat, lively and gorgeous in the bright sunlight. They waved and cheered at the sight of Sharon. "C'mon," Sharon said to Bobby. "Here's our ride." She glanced at his pants with a giggle. "Shove your hands in your pockets. You're sticking out big time."

Bobby reddened with embarrassment. "Sorry," he mumbled.

Sharon took pity on him. "S'okay. They're really hot. But just wait till you see me in that outfit. You'll totally die."