Chancellor Leo Nilsson of Athena University sat at his desk sifting through the records of funding for the Universities' student Societies. Unlike most Chancellors who left the day to day running of the facility to their Vice-Chancellor, Leo was an interfering busy body who practically lived in his office since his divorce four years ago. Now, 52, slightly overweight and balding, Leo had nothing much in his dull life other than his Chancellorship, whose mandate he had expanded into every aspect of the Universities' administration.
His Vice-Chancellor, the demure Ester Lindgren, sat bored before him, bored and irritated, tapping one of her louboutin high heels against the desk impatiently. She had divided the funding based on the usual parameters of popularity and the societies general worth to campus life. She didn't need a Chancellor picking through her work like this.
"Wait a minute." The sad excuse of a man said to her "What's this society that has the largest funding? 'The CFNM Society.' It just says alternative lifestyle in the description?"
He peered over his glasses to her, expecting an explanation. Ester sighed and slowly got up from the chair, taking her time to straighten out her jacket and skirt. She leaned over the desk to him and gave him a mischievous grin.
"Surely you must know what that society is Leo?"
The ageing man could not help but gaze at her graceful demeanor with desire. She was tall, far than taller than him and had a habit of towering over him when she wanted to make a point. Even at 40 she had youthful features, though they were usually fixed in a frown for Leo. Her brown ringlets tumbled down past her shoulders. A tight, buttoned up jacket covered up small yet perky boobs and her skirt would have to be defined as 'short.' Underneath her skirt, stockings, and to complete her elegant persona, louboutin heels, always in heels to even further her height advantage over him. Snapping himself out of his daily perving of Ester, Leo responded:
"How am I supposed to know what it is from that description? What do these initials stand for? What exactly is CFNM?"
Speaking slowly with a not so subtle hint of condescension for his ignorance, Ester explained:
"CFNM stands for Clothed Female, Naked Male."
Leo guffawed at her mention of nudity; "What! I don't get it!?"
She rolled her eyes at his naivety and sat down again. Lifting up her legs, she rested her heeled feet on top of his desk and reclined, as she often did, without censure. Her skirt pulled high to give Leo the slightest view of the lacetop of her stockings.
"The girls are in charge, the guys of the Society go nude at their meetings."
Leo could not believe what she was so calmly describing. "It's clearly not that, it must be a joke right?"
Detecting the hint of fear in his voice, the Vice Chancellor replied:
"No Leo. No joke. I've been to many of their weekly meetings to check, I'm happy to say it's all true. The guys are completely stripped bare and have to obey their female superiors."
"-But why, what's their motivation?"
"Well, from what I understand from my fact-finding visits to their group, it's based on rejecting the outdated notion of male superiority. Young women like these students are becoming more independent, sexually liberated and with that they have discovered a taste for dominance over men.
Likewise, the men of the Society have accepted that the concept of male dominance is a lie. They're not afraid to recognise their natural submissiveness to women and have yielded to the female dominant. They remove their clothes to display their vulnerability and inferiority, giving the women total power over their minds and bodies."
Leo felt his cheeks burning as he listened to Ester destroying the patriarchal notions he had always assumed would rule forever. The suggestion that bright young men would willingly surrender to female authority? Absurd! Trying to appear non-pulsed, he tried to laugh it off;
"So let me guess, these meetings consist of half a dozen militant feminists sitting around desperately staring at the door in hope that a guy will be stupid enough to submit to them lol!"
Ester responded with a withering scowl:
"Actually no Leo. They are inundated with male applicants. There's a lengthy waiting-list. They only allow twelve or so, they are very picky on the quality of men allowed in. Erik Forsberg was one of the latest guys to be accepted. As for the girls, there's about twenty with an exec of three led by Katrina Nyberg."
Leo could barely believe it. He wasn't sure whether he wanted to believe it. Erik Forsberg? The star of the University soccer team? The kid highly tipped to go professional? He was the hero of campus, flawless to look at. To imagine him nude, at the command of his female classmates, unthinkable! And yet Leo could not help himself, he tried to picture the scene; that beautiful tall blonde boy, stripped of his clothes, toned muscles on display for all, his penis...all those girls surrounding him, commanding him, robbing him of his clothes and modesty; a smiling Katrina Nyberg came into his mind's eye.
Oh yes, he knew of her, how could he not. Nineteen years of age, she was the daughter of the Universities' biggest financial backer, her millionaire heiress mother Claudia. In the confines of his office, Leo had spent many guilty moments with his trousers around his ankles, shamefully masturbating to the publicly available facebook pictures of this young goddess Katrina. She was undeniably beautiful, a pale winter queen, with a penchant for very short skirts that showed off her long legs. Her delicate blonde hair was so long that it nearly reached her waist. Truly, there was something enchanting and enticing about her that Leo could not resist.