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.
"We might as well get used to seeing it constantly," she chuckled.
He went about applying a few more labels. Kat couldn't help but crack up, the sight of him doing his work in the nude. She was delighted.
"Think of it as...conditioning for your cock," she said. "We want you exploding, but not until the end of the Games. As a grand finale..."
Things were building oh so nicely towards that finale.
*********
Over the next couple weeks, John got used to being nude around the mansion.
That's not to say it wasn't invigorating, scary, and quite a rush all at the same time.
It was one thing when he was just stationary in his office. But going from room to room, sometimes even going outside to the pool or patio, without a stitch of clothing, that was a whole new experience.
Kat and the girls were usually discreet, but they couldn't be blamed for giggling every now and again when John came strolling into a room in just his birthday suit.
Like Kat said, there wasn't much company over the coming days. But there was in fact some company.
Kat entertained a few friends and associates now and again, and saw to it each and every one met John.
She did this not only to prepare him for the Games, but she took particular delight in John's boyish grin and embarrassment turned arousal when the women got to see him. His face would flush red, he would even halfheartedly try to cover his privates at first, before resigning to the fact the women were gonna see him, and see him in all his glory.
Kat would smile as John stood there, hands confidently as his sides, entertaining the women with his wit and wonderful sense of humor.
Now, women that Kat knew on a friendly level, she would tell that John was a practicing nudist.
With women within her inner circle, however, she would spill the beans about John being an all-out "CFNM'er," and that he simply couldn't wait for the Games to begin.
It was tremendous fun.
*************
John was busy compiling a mailing list one afternoon when all three of the girls burst into his office, let by Mary Ellen.
The 27-year-old, who had died her hair wine red to change things up a bit, had just gotten out of the shower and was sporting a cute, little white tennis outfit.
She and her friend, Desiree, would be hitting the court in a bit.
Mary Ellen, very provacatively, walked over and sat right on John's paperwork, almost like a playful cat.
They both laughed.
"Am I distracting you?" she kidded.
He laughed.
Mary Ellen crossed her legs, getting more comfortable.
