I’m getting a reputation for loving my sissies, and I do. I organize the Sissy School Beauty Pageant every year, I delight in my frilly girlie Tea Party each Friday afternoon, and my bodaciously bouncing bimbo boobed bug Jemmie is forever getting a spanking on her femmie fanny in the chat rooms. But there are other fetishes that intrigue me and one of them is CFNM, aka Clothed Female Naked Male.
This is one I hadn’t heard of when I first started with Ms Ally, but when I learned about it, I was fascinated and I was turned on. The idea of a nekkid subservient male, kneeling red faced and embarassed at my perfectly shod feet, is intoxicating! Especially when I’m wearing something powerful, a classic expensive businesswoman’s suit, with a silk shell and exquisite jewelry. The sheer humiliation of being reduced to such a animal like state while I retain my power, my strength and beauty, plays over his face when I make him stand before his Mistress. I walk around him, assessing the flaws and appealing parts of his body out loud, watching the play of blushes and the strain of being treated like so much meat on his face. Lovely. Just lovely.
One of my favourite CFNM fantasies is having my Woman run company take over a faltering corporation, replacing their incompetent personnel with my own people. Naturally, all of the Upper and Middle management is female. Men are being fired left and right and the few that are left are terrified for their jobs. I select one based on his file and photo and summon him to the top floor, which I have turned into my private suite of offices. He is shown into my personal office, which runs the length of the back of the floor, with huge windows and classic antique furnishings. I am very soft spoken, and I keep him standing while I sit on the edge of my huge mahogany desk, letting the skirt of my silk dress fall back when I cross my legs and dangle one high heel from my toes. He’s nervously looking everywhere but at me until I laugh. I tell him that I’ve reviewed his file and that while he’s a good team worker, he’s no go getter, and his job has been phased out. But, when the panic touches that expressive face, I offer him a job as my personal assistant. He’ll make twice the salary and better benefits, his family will be safe. But, I require instant obediance at all time, and that cheap two for ninety nine bucks at Sears suit will never do, so I order him to take it off. The shock, the hope he misheard me is sheer pleasure, as is the renewed fear when I tell him he can obey or leave with his pink slip. Slowly, with shaking hands he obeys.
Just think how shocked he’ll be when he learns that his NEW suit is going to be a leather collar while on the top floor:)
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Hugs,
Miss Tara
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