Most of the time I really enjoy CFNM, after all, I am a bit of an exhibitionist and I enjoy nudity. Plus, there have been quite a few gigs that have paid me well for exposing my physical attributes. I never thought in my worst nightmare that I would find myself in a CFNM situation that is extremely non-consensual and not at all in my control.
This leads me to a modeling gig that I did not want at all, but had to take.
My ads for my CFNM services had not been pulling in any business, and although my scholarship was paying for essentials, my cash for any 'extras' was pretty low. I had taken a part time job bar-backing at night for one of the local clubs off campus and there was one early class that I just hadn't been making it to.
In short, I had not been able to put in the full amount of class hours and had not completed all of the assignments. I was only an hour or two short, and the assignment was actually a rather simple one that I should have been able to complete, but I hadn't.
The problem was that I needed the class certification to verify that I had learned the software program as it was a required course for my degree and graduation. I really had learned it, but was in danger of not getting a 'pass' because of the shortage of hours logged in.
Mind you, I found all this out on what was actually the last day of that class.
The teacher was an older woman, and not to be insulting, was not some hot, fun, BBW...she was almost morbidly obese and not very pleasant. I think that her weight, and the way very heavy people are treated by the world had made her bitter. While I didn't get the feeling that she was a lesbian or anything like that, I did get the feeling that she did not particularly like men. I couldn't picture her ever having a boyfriend, or even having sex for that matter. No wonder her personality was almost hostile. I secretly called her Ms. Big.
Ms. Big had me stay after class to discuss the matter of my completing the course work. She signaled me to gather my stuff and come up to the front of the class so I could use the computer on her desk. That way I could complete the required software exercise and she could verify that I wasn't cheating.
I was tired and not in a particularly good mood myself, and as I rose from my seat, I dropped several folders that I had with me. One of them was the presentation binder that I use for all my CFNM events. It scooted along the floor and came to a stop at her feet under the desk.
"Mr. Summers, what is that?"
"It's nothing ma'am. Just some information about a small party planning business I run on the side, nothing to do with class."
"Maybe this is why you haven't been able to complete the required hours. Let me see it please."
"Really ma'am it has nothing to do with why I've missed a few hours. I'm sure it wouldn't interest you."
"Mr. Summers, I have to verify that you are not cheating when you do the remaining exercises. Please bring it to me. In fact give me all the materials you brought with you. Then sit here at my computer and do the remaining drills. I will sit behind you and make sure you are not cheating. This would not have been necessary if these had been completed on time."
I did as instructed and as I worked at the computer I could tell that Ms. Big was looking through my CFNM binder. There were rules of behavior for CFNM parties, games and services offered, and a few pictures of me, naked while waitering, bartending and performing some of the games. Probably unwisely I had included a few shots of me sexually aroused that might be considered pornographic.
She seemed to be examining the CFNM materials very closely, and I could feel her eyes focused on the back of my head. I was getting a very weird vibe from her which was making it difficult to do the software drills.
It seemed like eternity, although it was hardly an hour. As I said, I had done almost all of the class work except for a few small things.
When I had finished the assignments I turned around in the chair to let her know. She was staring right at me, and I did not like the look on her face.
She had me move to another chair while she evaluated my work.
"Very well, Mr. Summers, I supposed you have completed the course work satisfactorily."
"Great, then I can have my certification?"
"Well...although you have completed the assignments, you have not put in the required number of class hours. I don't feel that it's fair to all the others in the class to let you slide when they all put in the full amount of hours. Do you think that just because you are considered to be an extremely attractive man that you are entitled to special treatment?"
I know perfectly well that my looks have gotten me special treatment in clubs, restaurants and other places and truthfully was used to it. I was concerned that she was mentioning it now.
"No, ma'am I'm absolutely not. I would be glad to stay later if that would help. I'll be glad to do what ever it takes to make up the time missed."
She seemed to almost glare at me, all the while drumming her fingers on my CFNM folder.
"You know that you need this course to graduate. I have a proposal. If you are willing to put in some extra-curricular time on a different kind of assignment I might see my way to verifying that you put in the full class time."
"I'm not sure I understand..."
"I teach a self affirmation workshop for women struggling with various addictions and emotional issues at the community center. It's very private and they allow me to use some of the meeting rooms in off hours when the center is closed to the rest of the public. Call it a perk for being one of the chief fund raisers for the center."
"And you would like me to help with some workshop?'
"As a therapy exercise I am bringing in an art instructor to teach a life drawing class."