Here is the latest story from my "burgeoning career" as a CFNM (that stands for Clothed Female, Nude Male, by the way) plaything. Not that it is really a "career" per se, since I'm not getting paid for it, and I have a real career to look after. But on to the story...
I had been getting a few more responses to my Craigslist ad, I guess proving the thought that there are women out there who love to look at the nude male body, and in addition, love to be in total control. Most of the "work" I had done was the same as the first time, where a woman would hire me as a nude personal servant and entertainment. There were variations on the theme, but in general I did chores, such as cooking and cleaning, maybe gave a massage, maybe a performance or a game, and more often than not, finish up by finishing myself off with an audience of one, or in a couple of cases, two or three. I may write about some of them later, but they aren't as interesting as the story here.
One of my previous jobs was for a middle-aged woman named Lisa. She was a nice lady, about 32 or 33, very professional and classy-looking, but with an obvious thing for erotic entertainment. She felt it was something other women wouldn't understand, so it was something she hid very well behind her business suits and pulled-back dirty-blond hair. She had lots of toys, and videos, and such, but as she told me when she answered my ad, she was amazed that she could find someone to entertain her in the flesh. She really got into it, and had a great time, ordering me around, inspecting my body, and watching me stroke myself to completion. It was amazing the transformation when she really let her hair down. She "hired" me a couple of more times too, and I could actually consider her a friend now.
A couple of weeks after our last meeting, Lisa called me, and left a voicemail asking if I could talk for a bit. I took a break, and called her back. Lisa told me that she had a much younger sister, Kristin, who was just turning eighteen, and she was going to surprise her with a sex toy party for her birthday, and that all of her friends were in on the gag. Sort of like a Tupperware party, but with vibrators, lingerie, dildos and such. But, Lisa wanted one last surprise for the whole group, and that was me as their naked waiter. She told me that none of the girls knew, but that she had cleared it with the "sex toy lady" that was doing the party, and that she was on-board with it. How could I say no to my friend Lisa, right? I agreed to do it. She was thrilled, and told me she'd talk to me more during the week, so that I'd be ready for the party Saturday.
I was to act as if I were delivering the food and drinks. Lisa paid for all the stuff, and I would pick it up on the way over. I arrived at the house, dressed simply in warm-up pants, t-shirt, and jacket, carrying two large boxes full of vegetables, chips, dips, and finger sandwiches, and rang the doorbell. A cute blond with mischievous green eyes answered the door. She looked about 16 years old, wearing one of those tight t-shirts the younger girls wear, with the sleeves cut off, and a cutout neckline, which also showed off a flat, tan stomach, and boot cut jeans that hung low enough that you could pretty much see the hollow of her hip bones. "Hi, I'm Kristin, welcome to my eighteenth birthday and sex toy party!" she giggled, as she let me in. "Just bring that stuff into the kitchen," she said, pointing me down the hall.
I followed her to the kitchen. It was sort of an open setup, with just a counter between the Kitchen and the Living Room. Lisa saw me, and came over. "You found the place," she said, "Just help me unload this stuff first."
We started taking the trays and plates out of the boxes, and setting them up on the counter. Lisa pointed out who was there; four of Kristin's friends, who she assured me were all 18 or older, though they looked as young as Kristin looked, and Carla, the woman running the party. Carla looked about the same age as Lisa, with short dark hair. I could see that she was showing the girls assorted novelty panties and such, and they were all screaming in delight, and laughing as they saw the sayings on them, like "Slippery When Wet" and the like.
Once we got the food out and onto trays, Lisa led me into the Living Room. "Ladies, John here has agreed to stay and be a special waiter for us, so just relax and enjoy." The girls all clapped boisterously, saying how they loved to be waited on, etc.
Lisa then pulled a small black bag from her purse. "Oh, and John even will wear a special outfit I bought just for this occasion," as she pulled out a black bowtie and tuxedo cuffs, and handed them to me. "Go ahead, John, put on your uniform for the girls."
The girls all went silent as I started unbuttoning my shirt, but then they realized what was going on, and started to yell encouragement. Once I had my shirt off, one of Kristin's friends, a short, bubbly redhead named Kelly, got up and started dancing next to me, rubbing my chest and shoulders, with the bravado of an eighteen-year-old. I led her hand down to my waist, and jumped back from her. My warm-up pants were the type with buttons down the sides, and they ripped right open, revealing a glittery blue g-string that Lisa had picked out for me. Kelly turned beet red with embarrassment as she stared at my nearly naked body. She sat back down on the couch hard as her friends all laughed and screamed.
I snapped the bowtie around my neck, and the cuffs on my wrists, and walked over to Kristin, sitting in her own chair, sort of the "position of honor" for the party. I stood in front of her, and unfastened the sides of the g-string. I held the string sides out to her. "Would you care to do the honors, birthday girl?" I asked. She took the strings in her hand and just stared into my eyes, mouth gaping a bit. "Go ahead, pull," I whispered to her. She did, and there was an audible gasp from the girls as my cock and balls sprung free from the pouch of the g-string. Kristin motioned to give me back the tiny pouch, but I told her it was a birthday souvenir.
