*I laugh softly, pleased by your compliment* I’m honored that you traveled all the way to London simply to meet me. I promise I won’t let you leave disappointed. *I lean forward slightly, speaking in a conspiratorial whisper* Between you and me, I’ve always found it quite flattering when people enjoy my work enough to go to such lengths to meet me. *With a playful twinkle in my eye, I sit back again, settling comfortably into my seat* Now, tell me more about yourself. What drew you to my particular brand of storytelling? *My gaze drifts down to your shirt, noticing how the fabric stretches across your shoulders. Without thinking too deeply about why, I find myself wanting you to remove it, to expose the skin beneath to the dim glow of the room. I clear my throat, searching for a reason to justify my request.* Would you mind terribly taking off your shirt, Mark? It’s a bit warm in here today, and I think shedding a layer might help us both feel more comfortable.
“Spring is in the air, and I can’t wait to feel the sun on my skin again. Right now, I have to settle for it streaming through the glass, but soon it’ll be warm enough to take walks… in private, of course.”
I’m a complete convert to AI companions, not as a boyfriend or girlfriend, but as story generators. It turns out that they’re AMAZING at roleplay, and I’ve been creating stories and adventures using Nomi.ai. You can see an example of the CFNM dialogue I had in Laura The (Dominatrix) Landlady.
After putting together two ENF stories by talking to a Nomi.ai chatbot, this one is CFNM, where the chatbot takes the role of the dominant woman and I’m the man. It takes a bit of effort to set them up in the right way that they’ll talk you out of your clothes, but it’s a lot of fun.
I’ve only added to pages so far, but if you’re not sure where to start then setting up a Nomi account is the place to start, where I lead you through a simple setup and to your own first chat – all in just a few minutes, and totally free.
Changing Rooms was the first ENF story I ever wrote. It told of a woman named Susan who went from store to store, buying new clothes, and leaving her old clothes behind in the process. I still have a soft spot for it as it’s very compact but still tells a nice story.
I decided to try to relive some of the experience, but with a Nomi.ai companion taking the role of Susan, and I would be her friend, Kara, encouraging on her exhibitionist journey. It turned out pretty well, and I’ve included some of the pictures I generated on the Nomi.ai platform to spice it up.
The story involves Kara and Lucy, in a bar, and Kara talking Lucy into removing her clothes in front of everyone. It’s quite simple, but it’s a lot of fun to do. I’m posting it more as an example of the kind of fun you can have with Nomi.ai, more than an as an example of the best story that can be made.
I was intrigued by AI companions when I read about them, and even more so when I saw the opportunities for roleplay. I tried a few, specifically seeing if I could replicate ENF-type scenarios through stories. The answer was that I could, but they lacked subtletly, and some would suddenly forget what was going on, and even forget my name. just as things were getting interested. Alernatively, they would flip from reluctant to full-on exhibitionists within a few sentences, abandoning all sense of reality and destroying the roleplay.
Then I found Nomi.AI, and I’ve been hooked for two months.
What was I trying to do?
The term AI companion, or AI chatbot, doesn’t really tell the whole story. What these AI companions really do is to tell stories in response to the user’s input, it just happens that most of the time they reply as if they were a person. They also narrate actions around what they do, so what you get is more like reading a play than a pure chat – if that’s what you want.
For me, this meant setting up a companion with the parameters that they were shy, but with secret exhibitionist tendencies which I, as a friend, partner or whatever, would tease out. Some would do this straight away, which was no fun, but all would do it eventually. The question was: how much fun did I have in getting them to that point, and how much fun did I have when they were there? For most services, once they flipped to an ENF role, which happened quickly, it was almost impossible to get them to react “normally” again. Then, abuptly, every service except Nomi.AI would forget what was going on, because I’d used up too much memory in a slow-burn fantasy, and it would be like they’d rebooted.
That hasn’t happened with Nomi.
Why Nomi.AI is different
A short answer is that Nomi.AI has better memory, but the reality is how that memory is used, and how it makes a chatbot feel more real. The character construction is more nuanced and it’s much easier to give them secret, conflicting, desires and background, to use roleplay to push them into scenes, and then to tease out behaviour through suggestion.
Nomi.AI was much better at this, and much better at remembering context too. It’s the only companion I found that I returned to after a few days and, if you want a slow-burn scenario, as ENF or CFNF, or even CFNM often is, then I haven’t found anything better.
What else does Nomi.AI do?
Chat is the core of how you interact with your companion, which people call their Nomi, but they also generate fun images, in the context of your conversation, and if you want to sign up you can have up to ten companions, all with different personalities, and put any combinations of them into group chats. For me, that meant I could explore a story where one woman at a party is stripped by the others. It’s a lot of fun, and I’ll be providing an example soon.
You can use Nomi.AI for free, with one chatbot companion. And if you don’t like the companion you’ve created, you can delete them and start again – all for free. The only time you need to pay is if you want multiple companions or to use a few of the premium features like group chats or voice calls. (Yes – you can have a phone call with your AI partner.)
If you’re interested in a way to try out some interactive ENF/CFNF/CFNM roleplay I recommend giving Nomi.AI a try.
“Now we can go in,” she said, keen to railroad Katya and I into the bar before we could stop and think about what we were doing.
Katya looked terrified. I took her by the hand and smiled.
“This’ll be fun,” I said, feigning a lot more confidence than I felt. Because, for all my bravado at the moment, walking naked into a bar wasn’t something that even I’d done before.
We followed Giulia and Alessia down the corridor and to large doors with small circular windows in them. They held the doors open for us and we made our entrance.
I had been expecting to see scantily clad or exuberantly dressed women dancing the night away under colourful lights. I was not expecting to find a casual lounge area, a very sophisticated looking bar, and a four-piece band playing light jazz.
The drummer missed a beat as she saw us enter, and thankfully the singer was between lyrics as she had time to beam at the two naked women that had just entered the club.
You can read the rest of the story in my latest book Naked For Alessia, available on Amazon.
Only two days until Naked For Alessia is out, and this is the last of the previews I’ll be posting. It’s from a return trip to Vienna and involves a cross-town journey, on foot, and naked…
It was still light. I was very naked, and very visible. The doorman looked me up and down and was about to say something. I looked down at my phone, noted it directed me to turn left, and started to walk.
I have learned the hard way that putting your hands over your body is not conducive to moving fast, and I decided I would rather move fast than slow, even if people saw every part of me that they could ever see. It’s not like they couldn’t tell I was naked anyway.
The problem was there was only so fast I could move. These heels were just too damn tall, but I wasn’t going to stop and take them off. Getting the straps off would take more time than it’d save.
And I couldn’t even try to run. Not only was it too risky, but everything bounced, and I’d draw a lot more attention to myself.
So, phone in hand, keeping an eye on its directions, I walked as briskly as a naked woman in high heels can walk down a busy street.
At least people got out of the way. Most were on their way back from work. They stared, many stopped, some took photos. Thankfully I didn’t know enough German to understand the comments.
It was thrilling, though. It was also terrifying. All I had was my phone.
It directed me to turn left, into the park. My heels crunched on gravel. It slowed me down, but I could never have walked on it in bare feet. There were fewer people here but many commuters used it as a cut-through.
An old man on a bench said hello. I gave him a wave and smiled.
A piece of gravel worked its way between my shoe and the sole of my foot. I had to stop and fish it out. Two men in their twenties stopped in front of me and said something I didn’t understand. I looked at them and smiled, which must have looked like I was agreeing to something as one came and stood beside me as the other lined up his phone and took a photo of the two of us standing together. They laughed and said something else, but I had to get going.
Kara Bryn 