cfNM part 1

I came in clothed although I knew I would quickly be asked to remove my clothes or leave. I began to get hard at the thought. I began to remove my clothes. The Woman approaching me smiled. That helped me get even harder. Her smile broadened.

"Are you spoken for?" She asked.

"Not exactly," I responded.

"Ah, you are the one, eh?"

"I am," I responded.

A close friend of mine, a Domme, had told me of her friend, a Domme, who loved CFnm. She needed a cfNM scene to achieve balance. She needed a harsh loving Dom who could do this unusual variation. I was not sure how I could be harsh enough with a clothed female. She suggested light clothing, silk perhaps.

My judgement said no yet I was intrigued. I had topped Dominants that needed an occasional scene as a bottom or simply needed pain, delightful pain. My friend had been such and knew my abilities. That is why she chose me. I had asked where. She had indicated a well attended local CFnm meeting. We would stay after and play after the males had left. Some women would likely stay to watch, out of curiosity or prurience or just to support their friend.

I agreed with some rules. I would remove panties without exposing her if that was her wish. But I would need access to her pussy. She would be required to please me including sexual pleasure. I asked if she would need humiliation in front of her friends. My friend said "yes, humiliation, orgasm delay-but not denial, I know how sticky you are about that."

I indicated that her body would be mine to do with as I pleased at least for the length of the scene. She indicated that her friend needed an hour. She would need an orgasm.

I shrugged at that indicating she must earn it and beg for it.

So, I watched, standing, the person who had greeted me took occasional passes around the room always coming back to me and gently fondling my cock and teasing my nipple. Maintaining this state of arousal felt good. It would give my scene some extra energy. I was so very tempted to give her an order to see if she had some deeper interest.

It was almost time. There were announcements, and then the men dressed smoothly and left in silence. A few women left but most stayed, forming a semi-circle around a St Andrews cross. A women approached me with my companion of the last hour. My companion stepped behind me reaching around to aggressively masturbate my cock.

"I am your ... servant. How do we begin this. I have never done this before?" she began.

"That is simple, you beg! I wish to hear your need in plain language and a tone which shows the depth of that need.