After parking my car down the street, I couldn't believe I was actually walking up to the house. The neighborhood was in an upscale section of Old Towne Alexandria and the house was beautiful.
The email had stated this would be a private party and to arrive exactly at 7 pm. I didn't know how many others would be here but I didn't care, I was anxious for the experience and my heart was racing as I rang the doorbell.
First, let me explain how I got here. No, not which way I'd driven but what had brought me to this momentous event.
I had come across the term CFNM and had seen some pics on the Internet. The more I "googled" CFNM, the more I became amazed at the wild scenes and stories depicting "Clothed Female, Nude Male" scenarios. I had always had a weakness for gorgeous, dominant women, women so hot and self-assured, they always 'got what they wanted' by controlling men. The thought of being a woman's play toy turned me on immensely.
As a boy, I had come across a magazine depicting two young women walking in on a guy as he was changing in the pool house for a swim party. The images stuck in my brain as if burned into my memory by the electric jolts, which had coursed through my body and groin that first time I saw them. The fact that the women seemed to enjoy and laugh at the boy's predicament only heightened my arousal. Instead of walking out, the women stood and pointed to the size of his equipment, lingering to take in more views of his hardening cock. They ordered him to display his penis, close-up, before allowing him to go swimming. Of course, he was made to swim in the nude while they swam in bikinis. Those erotic images ignited me and formed the basis for my growing obsession with this type of dominant female scenario.
I was scouring the internet when I came across an adult site that posted ads, including those looking for men interested in CFNM to apply for a private party. The ad posted the name of the city and a contact email. Since I lived in a town nearby, I thought, why not. I never thought it would change my life!
I'm in my early forties but am curse with the libido of a twenty something. I keep my physique with an active lifestyle and sports; mostly soccer, running and swimming. I was a varsity soccer player and triathlete in college, so I was pretty confident about my physical appearance, muscular but not too bulky.
A reply to my initial email was specific, 'demanding' background information, along with full, frontal photographs both clothed and in the nude. The demand itself was so arousing I promptly took the pictures, typed my information and sent an email back that same morning! They must have been impressed because their reply came that afternoon, giving me instructions on where to be and when.
So here I was, anxiously pushing the doorbell button. Over the pounding of my heart, I could hear the resonant tones, echoing behind the closed door as it announced my arrival. Patiently I waited, shifting my weight from foot to foot. My palms began to sweat as I looked around the neighborhood, nervously wondering if the neighbors knew 'what goes on' in this house.
Suddenly a beautiful young woman in her early 20's opened the door. She gave me the impression of being the housekeeper, although she wasn't wearing a traditional maid's uniform. She wore a short, blue dress that accentuated her body and was cut low enough to offer the beginning bulges of pert breasts. She had shoulder length, brown hair with highlights in it and her green eyes seemed to look right through me.
"Good evening," she said bowing her head, "My name is Gina. Would you follow me, please?"
My mind was racing. This was no dominant woman.
I followed her into the foyer, watching and admiring her tight young ass. I knew this would definitely be an interesting evening. Gina led me into a front parlor where five men, with drinks in hand, were seated on love seats lined up against one wall. I thought the email stated exactly 7 PM. Why were these guys here already? My heart was really pounding now!
Guiding me to my own love seat, Gina looked into my eyes and in her submissive voice asked quietly, "Do you care for a drink as well?"
"Rum and coke, please," I answered with a smile as I sat down.
I figured the rum would calm my nerves. The other guys were all enjoying mixed drinks. We exchanged somewhat knowing glances, looking each other over and sizing up the "competition" so to speak. We were all more-or-less attractive, clean-cut and fairly athletic.
Gina returned with my drink, handing it to me with a polite smile but her eyes hinted at something devious.
"Please follow me, gentlemen," she announced softly.
She led us past several ornately furnished rooms and into a formal living room at the back of the house. A couple of us let out audible gasps as we were met with the sight of three of the most beautiful women we'd ever seen.
Gina introduced the beauties to us, starting with Ms. Jill. She was an older woman, maybe fifty, but looking much closer to thirty, with shoulder length, blonde hair and a stunning figure on her 5'11" frame. She looked like a former Playboy model that still enjoyed the admiring glances of men half her age. She wore a form-fitting, royal blue blazer with a matching skirt and no blouse.
Ms Jill smiled at all of us in a confident way that let us know right off, she was the one in charge.
Then Gina announced Ms. Patty, who was equally stunning. She was probably in her thirties, although she also looked much younger than her years. She wore a white silk blouse that hinted at full 34D breasts and a tiny waist, along with black slacks that accentuated her nice round ass.
Ms. Patty smiled at us approvingly with her doe-like brown eyes and full lips before sitting down on the couch.
Ms. Ashleigh was the last of our lovely hostesses, a beautiful redhead in her late 20s. She had the body of a stripper and the face of an angel, with piercing blue eyes that showed she was ready for some action. She wore a black, clingy silk top that showed off her heaving tits with their erect nipples. Her tight skirt was slit way up on one side, showing her long dancer's legs and stiletto heels.
She remained standing alongside Ms. Jill as they looked us all over.
One of the guys started to cross the room to say hello, when Ms. Jill, with a motion of her hand, stopped him in mid-stride. She stated matter-of-factly that we would only speak when spoken to and immediately follow all instructions given by any woman.
The room chilled perceptibly as we realized we'd crossed the point of no return and were no longer in charge. Jill looked piercingly at all of us.
"Go to the far wall and each stand before one of the six chairs." Ms Jill ordered.
We obediently walked across the room and chose a chair to stand before.
Extending her delicate arm, Ms Jill pointed at the first guy on her far left and asked, "What is your name?"
The tall black guy took in a breath and answered in a deep voice, "Andrew, Ma'am."
Ms Jill gave Andrew an approving smile and moved on to the next, "What is your name?"
"Steve, Mistress. Jill," he answered bowing his head, careful not to make eye contact.
