One really had to be careful when applying labels to VHS tapes.
Everything had to be lined up just right. You wanted to avoid it looking crooked.
These tapes were for a select few clients. And John was busy applying labels to 200 tapes that were to go out in the mail that afternoon.
Repetition was key.
"Keeping busy, John?" Katherine asked as she casually walked into John's office.
"Yeah - should have these done by 3 or so," he assured her.
"Oh, that's fine, John, just fine," she said, taking a seat on his desk rather than at it.
She was just off to the side, but her presence was wonderfully imposing.
"Can I take your attention away for just a second?" she asked him.
'You already took my attention away,' he thought to himself, as Kat was dressed in sexy business attire that day, black stockings and a gray mini skirt. Her white blouse was loose fitting and open all the way down to the third button.
Every now and then, he caught a glimpse of her designer silver bra, holding tight to those amazing breasts she was known for not only around the mansion but all throughout the poker circuit.
"Sweetie, I'm a little worried," she admitted.
"About what?" he asked, leaning back in his chair.
"Sweetie, yesterday..." she began, then trailed off.
"Are you gonna be able to make it through CFNM Games I?" she asked, it showing in her voice that she doubted if he could.
"Uh...," he stammered, unsure of the context of the question.
"Sweetie, I don't want you going bonkers," she said, albeit with a chuckle. "The way you exploded...that was volcanic?!"
He had to laugh at himself.
"I mean, it was wonderful," she assured him. "But, hon, that was barely an hour in, and you were just...suffering for release..."
He couldn't argue. He could only listen.
"Hon, I'd love to get your take, what was going through your mind," she prodded gently.
She was more candid.
"Was it still that much of a shock to the system, being nude around us?" she asked. "Us commenting openly about your build, your cock, everything in between (laugh)?"
"It was...mind-blowing," he had to admit.
She smiled.
"I - "
"What - "
They spoke at the same time.
"No, you go 'head, hon," she encouraged him.
"I guess...repetition, would be helpful," he reasoned. "I just need to be in..."
"More of a CFNM-style environment more often," she finished for him.
"Absolutely," he said.
"Well," she began, letting out a stress-relieving sigh. "I have an idea. And if you oppose it, if you're thinking 'Kat, you're crazy. You are looney tunes.' Then, by all means, speak your mind."
He nodded.
"How would you feel, about going nude, around the house, without any infringements?" she so casually asked.
He gulped.
"'Cause, hon, it's just us," she encouraged further. "Just you, me, the three girls. The help is on vacation this week and Abraham's in Portland. We're not expecting much company..."
"That would be - "
"Because, John, this is not your grandmom's CFNM event," she laughed. "CFNM Games I is going to be pretty hardcore. We're talking 12, 13, maybe 14 hours of enforced male nudity, the men literally jumping through hoops at the women's request. Running, skipping, hopping, jumping all for their enjoyment..."
Funny. The event started out sounding more like an Olympic-style affair. Now it just sounded like a situation where beautiful, fully-clothed, dominant women would be bossing around a couple dozen or so naked men.
John loved it.
"I'm on board," he said triumphantly.
"Yeah? You wanna get started today?" she asked him, always a couple steps ahead.
"Sure," he said, already disrobing.
"This way, hon, you get used to being nude, having your cock be exposed," she described naturally. "Inevitably, us commenting about your cock.
"And, hon, from our point of view, it wouldn't be a bad thing to have some male nudity around the office? Kind of brighten the day?"
His grin was ear to ear.
"And, Mr. John Mitchell, you won't only be helping yourself, but helping us as well," she assured him. "Think about us. We're gonna be exposed to a whole lot of dick at this event so..."
He laughed.
