“The metal handcuffs were cold on my bare ankles, but I didn’t dare complain. I’d never dared to complain, not since the first Sunday afternoon when Elaine closed the cool steel around my ankles and wrists, the collar around my neck, and chained them all together and left me sitting on the floor. She had not said a word, and neither had I, and now it was just part of our routine: she would sit and read her book, and I would lay, or sit, chained at her feet, in whatever clothes she had left me with.”
“No, the dare said completely naked. It’s going to have to come off.”
I’m currently working on a new collection of CFNM short stories which I expect will be finished sometime later this year. It’ll be very much along the lines of Naked Women in Shorts and Just ENF i.e. twelve stories, but CFNM rather than ENF.
As a sneak preview, I’ve posted one of the stories over on my Patreon page. It’s about a couple’s drive home from the husband’s in-laws and, after such a stressful weekend, the female driver is owed. Big time.
You can read the entire story by signing up as a supporter at any level. You can pledge anonymously and from as little as $2, plus I’ll send you one of my recent ebooks for free, and I’ll be posting more stories there as they’re complete.
Here’s a taster…
Back From The In-Laws
“You owe me big time after that,” Judith told Toby as she reversed out of the driveway.
“I’m sorry, Jude,” Toby said, “But we couldn’t keep putting it off forever.”
“Yeah, well, if your mom wasn’t putting me down all the time… She’s not so bad when you’re around, but she really gets the knives out when she manages to corner me.”
Toby stared out of the windscreen as Judith accelerated the car down the suburban street.
“Well, it’s over now,” Toby said, “And as I told you: that was yesterday, and we can do anything you want to today. Or what’s left of it.”
It was early afternoon and they had a couple of hours driving before they reached home.
They sat in silence for a few miles until reaching the freeway.
“So, what do you want to do?” Toby asked, eager to placate Judith.
“I don’t know,” Judith said, glancing at the clock, “It doesn’t seem worth making a big detour, not if we want to be home by evening.”
“Well, it’s up to you,” Toby told her.
“You can just keep me entertained for the rest of the journey.”
“Your wish is my command,” replied absent-mindedly.
“It is, is it?” Judith questioned, raising an eyebrow as she gave Toby a sideways look. Toby shrugged and then gave a small laugh.
“Anything to stop you complaining about my parents,” he replied with a smirk.
“Anything?” Judith questioned again, “Well in that case, you might as well take your shoes off. We’ve got a two hour journey to settle into.”
“Take my shoes off?” Toby asked, turning to look at Judith.
“Yup,” she replied, “It’s my wish and my command.”
Toby shrugged, tugged at his seatbelt to give himself a little more room and leant down to pull at his laces. He slipped both shoes off of his feet and pushed them to one side in the footwell.
“And your socks too,” Judith told him as he sat back into his seat.
“Why would I take my socks off?” he asked her.
“Because I told you to,” she said matter-of-factly without taking her eyes from the road.
Toby shrugged, leant forward, and pulled first one and then the other sock from his feet.
“What shall I do with them?” he asked.
“I dunno,” Judith replied, “Put them on the back seat, put them in your shoes. Whatever you like.”
“It wasn’t the naked ferry trip that was the problem, it was the fact that my luggage had been sent on the wrong ship to a different port that was really going to cause me problems.”
Chapter 5 of What She Says is up on Literotica. It picks up the story from some time after chapter 4 and the (very) hot finale in the park and begins a new story line set in Sweden and taking our young fellow even further out of his comfort zone.
I laugh. “Well, you can wait down there until I’m ready if you like. I might be a while. But I’m not letting you in if I’m wearing less than you. You know our rules.” I say the last with a wink.
“Our rules? I’d like to see you following rules,” you joke.
“Not rules for me, silly. For you.” You roll your eyes. “You agreed to be naked all the time, remember?”
“I agreed no such thing!”
“Well… you almost did. You would have done, but you were away with it at the time.” That might actually be true. “And anyway, there’s no way I’m going to be the one wearing the least in this relationship, and as I’m wrapped in only a towel you know what that means.”
You sigh but, admit it, you knew what was going to happen, it was just a question of when.
“So come on then!” I prompt, as if I really am expecting you to follow my instructions rather than just hoping you will.
You pull off first one and then the other sock and tuck them into your boots.
“Shirt next,” I helpfully suggest. I’m really quite happy that you’ve worn the short-sleeved one I bought you, and even happier that you start unbuttoning it unquestioningly. You slide it off your arms and go to toss it onto your coat.
“No. Chuck it up here,” I instruct. You give it a throw and it drifts up towards me. I catch it and hold it to my chest. It’s nice to see that bare torso again too.
“Trousers too,” I say.
Wordlessly you unfasten your belt buckle and the top button of your jeans. I watch as you slide the zip down and then, leaning on the fence for balance, you pull the jeans off your right leg and then your left. You look up at me and toss the jeans towards me without being asked. I catch them and drop them on the balcony next to me.
“You know, I’m disappointed that you felt the need for those,” I say, indicating your briefs. The sense of entitlement I have to your body makes your head spin; how did it get to this point so quickly? Neither of us knows the answer to that.
You can read the whole of What She Says from chapter one on Literotica, or just read chapter five if you don’t need a refresher of the story so far. And if you like it, then I’d appreciate it if you could give it a vote using the stars at the end of the story. You don’t have to be logged in and it only takes a single click.
And if you like the story, you can find more of the same in my latest CFNM novel: The Undergraduate.
The Undergraduate is now available for the Kindle. It’s my first CFNM novel (and I think CFNM novels are something of a rarity anyway) and tells the story of a young student, Darren, who finds a friend in Mrs Cooper, the mother of one of his old school friends.
A chance encounter becomes a regular arrangement and Darren finds that he spends a lot of time naked in her company. I really enjoyed crafting the relationship between the pairing and keeping the sexual tension high throughout. What does Darren really feel for the older woman? What does she feel for him?
And that was the crux of the problem: was she finding this little more than a pleasant diversion, with some amusement at my obvious embarrassment mixed in? I was determined to put on the most confident act I could so I crossed my arms over my chest and let my erection take care of itself.
“No chores you need doing this week?” I asked. I felt like an actor in a porn movie, coming around to fix things and then suddenly finding myself naked.
Mrs Cooper shook her head. “Nothing I can’t handle, thank you.”
With one disarming phrase I was suddenly without purpose, and equally suddenly uncomfortable. And then I noticed what Mrs Cooper was wearing: the light summer dress that I had tried for size the previous week. Did she know something after all?… I didn’t see how she could think I’d even try. I sat down as my face flushed and my penis throbbed.