CFNM Lady Entrepreneur

Got a call from one of my “seeking work” ads from a gal, lets call her Roxanne. She ran a small internet mail order business out of her house and needed some specialized part time help.

She had purchased a large quantity of erotic photography in digital format and was planning to use the images to make some G and X rated “apps” for sale online and to various mobile devices.

She also offered some clothing and sex toys for sale as well. She had one or two other girls who helped her fill the mail orders, but none of them were experienced in dealing with photo layouts.

That particular ad mentioned that I have experience in working with Photoshop, sizing, correcting and otherwise manipulating photographs. We chatted briefly about the job requirements and pay and she decided she wanted to interview me.

My ad also had links to my CFNM business site and it seems that Roxanne had reviewed my site. Before we concluded our initial phone conversation she made some very telling remarks.

“Now Vince, I see from your other site that you understand the concept of CFNM.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“I will assume that you do not have any problems taking work orders from women.”

“No ma’am.”

“Some men have a problem with women in authority. I must know that you have no such problems.”

“No ma’am. I have no problem following orders from my superior at work if it is a woman.”

“Good, because I need a good “nerd” who understands that he needs to keep focused on his tasks and who understands the rules of CFNM.”

I could sense that she was looking for a bit of role play from me.

“Some computer geeks I have employed become far too easily distracted and I cannot have that.”

“I understand completely ma’am.”

“Good, then I will see you here at 10 am in the morning.”

“Yes ma’am, I’ll be there”.

I arrived a few minutes early, decked out in my best “nerd” look, slacks, penny loafers, button-down shirt, bow tie and sweater vest. I even have a pair of non prescription horn-rim glasses for this sort of thing.

I rang the bell. The door was answered by a very attractive 40-ish blond wearing a very low cut blouse, tight stretch slacks and short high heel boots.

“You must be Vince, I appreciate punctuality.”

“Thank you ma’am, I pride myself on my professionalism.”

We chatted briefly about my qualifications and the requirements of the job, I would only be needed one or two days a week and probably only for a few weeks. She led me to the office area I was going to be using. It looked like a guest house that had been converted into an office. There was a table off to one side with what looked like shipping boxes and tape, and another work table with a computer and printer and telephone.

My desk was situated so that I faced both of these work tables as I sat. I said “desk” but it was really another folding table, no actual drawers or anything. My work area had a keyboard and monitor and mouse and nothing else. There was also a small office chair with casters and armrests.

Roxanne had me sit down. She wheeled another chair over and sat down next to me, showing me where the various image files were located in the hard drive. We went over the specifications as to size and resolution.

“Now Vince, you will be working with a lot of very erotic imagery. Will you have a problem with that?”

“No, ma’am, I have often worked with x rated material.”

“That isn’t what I mean. My previous assistant was always becoming aroused and not keeping his mind on his work. I caught him masturbating when he should have been working and I had to let him go.”

“Ma’am, I would never…”

She interrupted me. “I wasn’t upset that he was aroused, after all, these are very sexual images and men have so little control over their penises. I was angry that he was touching himself without my permission. Do you understand?”

I understood fully. “Yes Mistress” I answered.

Roxanne laughed. “You DO understand; I was hoping that you would, but please address me as Miss Roxanne or just Miss.”

“Yes, Miss Roxanne.”

“Now let’s see if you have the skills for this job.”

She watched me for a while, selecting images, cropping, color correcting and such. It is a bit tricky making some G rated photos out of images designed to be X rated.

She seemed particularly pleased with one unusual crop I had made.

“Yes, that is very clever Vince. The way you cropped the thigh “with that she placed her hand on my thigh “to here” she moved along my thigh “instead of to here” she moved her hand again” made it G rated but still very erotic”.

“Thank you Miss.”

I continued working, her hand still stroking my thigh. I was wearing loose slacks and loose boxers, so it wasn’t long before my cock started snaking its way down my thigh.

I heard her gasp as her hand came in contact with my swelling and lengthening shaft through my trousers. I felt my breath coming a bit faster, but I continued selecting and cropping photos.

She began running the palm of her hand along my shaft. I knew I was being tested and was determined to remain unflustered.

I couldn’t help but writhe slightly under her ministrations, but I kept at my task.

When she had gotten me as fully aroused as I could get through boxers and slacks, she took her hand away and laughed.

“Excellent Vince, I see you CAN keep focused on your work.”

“Yes Miss, thank you Miss.”

“That will be enough for today. Please return on Friday at the same time.”

“Yes Miss.”

“And Vince, the weather is supposed to be warm and the AC in this office is scheduled for repairs, you may dress casually.”

“Yes Miss.”

To Be Continued:

CFNM Male Jockstrap Maid - Part 1

In my never-ending search to make ends meet in this economy, in addition to my party planning, nude bartending/waitering gigs, I occasionally grab a housecleaning job.

However, total CFNM aficionado and exhibitionist that I am, I never do just normal, run-of-the-mill cleaning!

I got a call from a lady in Westwood, who wanted someone to come over and tidy up her guest bath. She liked my website ads and thought it would be more fun than hiring a mainstream maid service.

She enjoyed reading a bit of my other adventures, and liked the idea of being able to order me around. She hoped it would be a bit therapeutic for her. As I like a challenge she asked if I would be willing to clean the bathroom wearing some things she was willing to give me. I did ask if I could bring my own cleaning solvents.

She had just recently divorced and was feeling a bit like taking it out on a man, without really doing anything severe or getting herself into trouble. We chatted for a while. We agreed that she could take out a few aggressions as long as no real pain or danger was involved and that I would be willing to be at her command for the right price…LOL.

I always like a challenge. I grabbed some “green” cleaning supplies, gentler on the skin, as I didn’t know exactly what I was going to do, but figured I was going to end up naked and probably wet and soapy, and headed over.

I got to her place, a very tastefully done condo, she let me in. She was a very attractive 40-something redhead. I imagine that in her youth she resembled Jill St. John a bit. She was dressed in a very attractive lounging outfit, stretch slacks and an oversize print top. It was very modest and covered her, but I could tell that she still had a nice figure.

She was drinking white wine and graciously offered me a glass.

“I don’t imagine that a little wine will interfere with your being able to clean the bathroom, do you?”

“No, ma’am, I’m sure that it won’t.”

After a bit of wine and a few pleasantries, she showed me to the bathroom. I was pleased to see that it was small, but nicely done, with a fancy above counter basin sink, glass tile on the counter, backsplash and floor, and an open shower with just a half wall of clear glass. I was also pleased to see that it was not particularly dirty.

I noticed a small pile of cleaning towels on the floor in the hall outside the bathroom, along with some paper towels and what looked like some men’s underwear.

“You don’t mind if I watch you while you work?” she took a sip of wine. “I am very particular about how I want things done.”

“Not at all ma’am, that’s all part of my service. Would you like me to get started?”

“Yes, but there are some things I would like you to wear while you clean. Is that all right?”

“Of course, as my ad states, you call the shots.”

“Good. Now if you would please take off your clothes.”

She watched me as I kicked off my shoes, and took off my socks and placed them in the hall. I removed my t-shirt, and then unfastened and unzipped my jeans. I hadn’t worn any briefs, as I enjoy going “commando” when I wear jeans. I figured it was time for some “role play.” I stood there with my jeans unzipped revealing my pubic bush and the base of my cock.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but I forgot to wear briefs today. If I take off my pants I’ll be naked.”

“Take them off, please.”

I did as instructed and stood there fully naked.

“Very good. Now when we spoke on the phone, you said you would bring a Viagra if I wanted you to.”

“Yes ma’am”

“Did you bring it?”

“Yes ma’am, it’s in the pocket of my jeans.”

I started to go to the hall to get it but she stopped me and made me stand still. She retrieved the pill from my jeans. She circled around me, making sure to get a good look at my ass. She pressed against me from behind and put the pill in my mouth. Then she raised the glass of wine to my lips and made me swallow the pill.

“I may want to touch you now and then as you clean, is that all right?”

“Of course ma’am, as my ad states, I must follow your orders.”

“Good, as I told you, I need to have some fun. I’ve never had a man willing to do anything I tell him.”

She put one arm around my chest and another around my waist and kissed me softly on the back of my neck and walked back to the pile of stuff in the hall.

“Now put these on.” She tossed me a man’s white athletic sock. I put it on. She tossed over the other sock. I put it on.

She tossed over a “wife-beater t-shirt. I struggled putting it on as it was a bit small and I tore it a bit. The pill was starting to work, and I was becoming aroused.

She stood quietly watching, sipping her wine and seemingly enjoying the site.

She picked up a jockstrap and twirled it around in the air. Then she came over to me.

I stood very still as she took the jock and gently swatted my cock and balls with the garment.

She flogged me with it until my cock sprang to full hardness. She flicked it a bit harder, giggling as she watched me squirm with each hit.

“Now put it on.”

It was much too small in the pouch to hold my hard cock, so it stuck out the waistband, pinned against my stomach.

To Be Continued:

CFNM Dance Class - Part 2

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CFNM Poolboy - Part 1

I love to role-play...and enjoy being a "sub for hire"...A bored housewife in the Valley found my ad online...and wanted me to help fulfill a long time fantasy of hers.
Yes, it's a major cliché...but she wanted to have some fun with "the pool boy"
She had prearranged with me to come into her gated back yard...and left instructions on where to find the pool cleaning stuff and the clothing she wanted me to wear.
Sure enough she had left clothing out on a small patio table...with a note for me to go ahead and change right there...and to start "cleaning" and she would be out in a while. (I always carry a gym bag around...so I had a place to stash my own stuff)
There was a thin stretchy white muscle shirt...some very worn denim short-shorts...and a very small...unlined yellow men's bikini.
So I stripped down and proceeded to dress...but I had the feeling that I was being watched from inside the house.
The thought of being watched was kinda hot...I almost had trouble getting all of me into the bikini.
I started "cleaning" and out she came...beautiful blonde...really stacked...in a small, but not sleazy bikini.
She called out "hello"...we made some small talk...the weather and all...she asked me if I wanted a beer..."not supposed to drink on duty" but...it's so warm out...
She brought a beer over to me...and managed to cop a feel of my chest and butt...more small talk...and what do you know...she dropped her bracelet in the pool...just a plastic bangle...but could I please be a gentleman and get it.
And of course I shouldn't get my shirt and shorts wet...so why not take them off...
So I dive in...get the bangle...and when I come out I notice my yellow bikini is practically see through!
To Be Continued:

FEMDOM RESTAURANT - Part 1

Living here in Hollywood, CA, I advertise a variety of "exotic"
services to somewhat "adventurous" clients.

One of my favorites is a high-powered female executive
at one of the studios.

She spends a lot of work time dealing with a lot of bull*&%$
from men in the industry, and likes to de-stress by role playing.

She especially likes games where she is in power over a man,
and situations that can be embarrassing for him.

One time she was in a mood to try something a bit more "public"
than the way we usually play.

She was very close friends with the owner of a small cafe
that caters to a colorful and liberal crowd, and decided
we were to have dinner there...

She picked me up at my apartment. We were going in her studio
car with driver.

She explained that she was very tense and wanted to do something
very wild...and wanted me to be prepared for some "humiliation"
games.

As she is a very good client...and can't afford a real
scandal or arrest...and for the fee she proposed...I had
to say yes.

She even had picked clothes for me to wear. Very light colored,
very thin slacks and shirt. They must have been silk or something...they
were very light, very thin, and almost sheer. She had me
change there in the car, and put my clothes into a gym bag
that was on the seat.

I know her well and wasn't too concerned.

She instructed me to NOT wear any underclothes.

One of the reasons she enjoys me is that I am pretty decently
hung...and I was feeling a bit visible in these thin slacks...


On the way to the restaurant, we sipped champagne in the
limo. She produced the infamous "blue pill"
and insisted I take one.

Now she is one hot lady, and I wouldn't need help with
her...but she smiled and told me it would come in handy.

We arrived at the cafe, it was late, and I thought for sure
the place was closed at this hour...but there were a few
patrons still there, mostly women, now that I think of it.

We stood at the front, chatting with the owner, who was also
a woman, while my client was being very "affectionate"
and running her hands on my chest, and butt.

Needless to say, the pill had kicked in, and I was sporting
wood...in very thin pants...with no underwear...

She then led me through the cafe...all the way to a rear table.
Everyone there could tell I was hung and "cut"
as the saying goes.

I was starting to wonder what I had gotten myself into.

To Be Continued:

The Helpless COCKtail Waiter

One of my first excursions into the world of CFNM!

To supplement my income, I advertise in the Los Angeles area for various "party services", including waitering, bartending, and even some go-go dancing.

A female executive called and was throwing a "hen night" of sorts for a few co-workers and business clients. She wanted to know if I would be comfortable working in an all-female group. I said "no problem".

The party was going along fine...very attractive group of ladies...and very much enjoying their drinks. Also a very friendly group...as I kept getting patted on the butt, or having my chest and shoulders touched. I'm not used to quite so much physical contact, butI figured "what the hell". Things were going along fine until my hostess came overand expressed displeasure with the cocktail I had made her. So much so that she sloshed it at me, drenching my tuxshirt and pants. I was going to grab a towel to dry myself a bit; when she told me that I was an unsightly mess...standing there all wet...and needed to remove my shirt and pants so that I could continue serving.

I don't know why I didn't just leave...but I did as she instructed. So there I was...in my briefs...feeling a bit vulnerable surrounded by all these women. Now the ladies were getting much more aggressive as I waited on them...touching my butt, thighs, and chest...and I was becoming aroused...and with only thin briefs on...there was nowhere to hide.

Then my hostess declared that it was time for a "party game" She gave each of the guests a small water pistol and they were allowed to squirt me as I made drinks at the bar and passed among them serving...points were awarded for getting me in different areas...more points for ass and highest for cock. I soon discovered that the water pistols were loaded with baby oil...and it wasn't long before I was drenched in oil...and my thin briefs were soaked and almost transparent. Then one of the ladies declared that it wasn't fair to award high points for getting my cock, when my cock was covered up and not on full display. Before I could object, several of the ladies grabbed my arms, led me to the stair railing and used what looked like drapery cord to tie me to the railing...then my hostess ripped my briefs off of me...I was fully aroused and fully naked in front of all these women...

They challenged themselves to squirting my cock from various distances and positions in the room.The winner would then get to work my cock until it squirted. One of my hostess' business clients was deemed the winner...by this point I was rock hard and so turned on by being stared at and squirted with oil...my cock was tingling and dripping with pre-cum from having been the target of all those water pistols.

The "winner" sidled up along side me, and proceeded to massage my chest and arms and thighs which were soaked in baby oil...she said this was the most fun party she had ever been to...She pinched my nipples and squeezed my balls...not enough to hurt, but enough to make me squirm...my squirming and struggling against the ropes brought giggles and applause from the rest of the party. She stroked my cock...first with just her long nails...then her fist...than both fists...then with just her two fingers...stroking and teasing just under the head...I don't know how I lasted.

When she reached over and licked my nipple...I exploded. This brought cheers and whoops from the ladies. Then, before I realized it...all the guests grabbed their belongings and quietly left...and I was still there, naked and tied to the railing. My hostess reappeared...kissed me on the mouth...complimented me on my "performance" and said that I had helped her close a very big business deal.

She untied me, allowed me to shower and dress...and paid me triple my usual fee. She also said that she had a number of other clients into this "scene" and would be willing to recommend my services.

Just thinking about it gets me hard.