An Unexpected CFNM Experience

Literotic asexstories – An Unexpected CFNM Experience by curiousjohn1969,curiousjohn1969
Background:

I was solo backpacking on a remote mountain trail in August. I was several miles from my destination for the day when I crossed over a country road. As I looked up and down the road, I saw a car parked with a woman standing outside. I thought I’d go up and ask if she needed help.

“Hi,” I ask. “What’s the problem?”

“I have a flat,” she replies. “The spare tire is one of those little donuts. It might last a little bit on a paved road, but not on this country road.”

“Can you call AAA? They might be able to bring a full tire out?” I ask.

“There’s no cell service in this part of the mountains,” she says dejectedly.

“Where’s the nearest garage?”

“About five miles that way. Sam’s Garage.” she says. “I’d walk, but I only have these heels.” She had three-inch heels, not quite appropriate for the country. “I was heading to an appointment.”

“No problem. I can walk to town for you,” I offer. “I’ll stash my pack in the bushes. If someone comes along to help, feel free to take them up on their offer.”

“Thank you, I really, really appreciate this,” she answers. “I’m Jane, by the way,”

“And I’m John,” I reply. “It’ll probably be at least a couple of hours by the time I get to Sam’s and have someone come up here. Let me check the tire size before I go.” I bend down and it reads “235/55R19” I note that the auto is a RAV 4.

I stash my pack after pulling out a map of the area. I start off down the road. The path looks fairly straightforward. In an hour and a half, I come to Sam’s Garage. I go in and walk up to a mechanic standing around.

“Hi, I’m John. There’s a woman stranded on a country road about five miles that away. She has a flat. She needs a full-size replacement to get going. Her donut is not enough.”

“Hello, John,”, the man replies, “I’m Sam, the owner. I think we can help you out. What’s the size?”

“235/55R19 for a RAV 4,” I reply.

“OK. Let me mount a tire on a spare rim and we’ll get it out to her,” Sam states.

In a little while, Sam comes out and says, “It’s ready. Let’s get it to her.”

He throws the tire in the back of a pickup. I climb in the passenger’s side. We head out down the road. In a few minutes, he stops in front of her car. He gets out and says, “Hi, Jane. Heard you have a little trouble. Let me get this on for you.”

“Thanks, Sam,” Jane replies.

In five minutes, Sam has mounted the tire. “Take care, Jane, and watch out for nails. I’ll repair this one and give you a call when it’s ready.”

“I really appreciate this, Sam,” Jane replies. Sam drives off.

“Well, John, I really, really thank you for your help,” Jane says. “You really went out of your way for me. Is there anything I could do for you?”

“It’s a long way to where I was going to camp tonight. Is there a way I could camp at your house tonight?”

“Well, I guess so. I’m having a few woman friends over tonight. But I’m sure I could find you a spot outside,” she answers.

“That’d be great.” I exclaim. I retrieve my pack and put it in her trunk.

She starts to drive. I’m silent for a little while. Then I ask her, “How do you like living in the country?”

“I enjoy it. The hustle and bustle of the city is too much for me. I like the peace and quiet and the isolation,” she answers.

“What do you do out here? How do you make a living?” I ask.

“I do counseling of a sort,” she replies hesitantly.

“What sort of counseling?” I continue.

“I guess I should be more straightforward. I’m a professional dominatrix,” she states.

I look at her for a moment in a different light. “Oh,” is all I can say. We sit in silence for a few minutes while I contemplate what to say next. I’m studying what she looks like — a blonde in a black dress with heels. “Is that what a dominatrix looks like?” I ask myself.

“Uh, I don’t know how to say this, but I’ve read a little bit about BDSM. I am a little turned on by the BD part, but not the SM part,” I state.

“I prefer the BD part as well. I like to dominate males, not to inflict pain,” she replies.

“Oh,” I reply. I think a few more minutes.

“Ah, I’m not sure how to ask this,” I start.

She looks over at me. “Would you like to be dominated?”

“I’d like to try it out,” I answer sheepishly.

“Maybe we could do that sometime. My friends are staying at my house, and they are pretty vanilla.”

“Vanilla?” I query.

“Not into things like BDSM.”

“OK.” I answer as we pull up to a house.

“Here we are,” Jane says.

All of a sudden, a torrential downpour starts.

“Maybe you’d be better off inside,” she says. “My friends are in the spare bedrooms. So, all I can offer you is a bed in the dungeon in the basement”

“The dungeon?” I query.

“Where I do my B and D work on males,” she answers.

The rain pauses for a moment. I grab my pack and we head inside. I don’t see her friends.

“Turn right and go down the stairs,” she commands, as she flips a light switch.

I head down. The room in the basement is filled with various equipment. I don’t recognize much. I see cuffs on the wall and chains hanging from the ceiling.

“Looks like a dungeon,” I note.

“It is a dungeon,” Jane says with a smile. “Your bed is over there.”

I see a bed that has four corner posts. On each post, there are some eye-bolts. “What are those for,” I ask sheepishly.

“For bondage,” Jane replies. “The next time you’re back, we’ll see how you respond to those.”

She continues, “There’s a bathroom behind that door with a shower. Fresh towels are hanging up on the rack. Is there anything else I can get you before I head upstairs?”

“No, I’ll be fine. I’ll have a shower, relax a bit, and head to bed,” I answer.

“See you tomorrow morning, then,” Jane says as she departs.

I head to the bathroom. I take off my hiking clothes, rinse them out, and hang them up to dry. I take a shower and wrap the towel around me. I head back to the main dungeon, sit down in the only chair that looks like a chair, and start reading my book.

A little while later, I hear a knock on the door. “Come in,” I say.

Jane enters. “How are you doing,” she asks.

“Just fine,” I answer.

“Well, there’s been an interesting development. My vanilla friends have never been here when I have had a male in the dungeon. They heard you come in. They would like to see how I dominate a male. I told them, I’d ask you if that was okay with you.”

“Ah,” is all I could reply. I was a little tongue-tied with the thoughts running through my head. “So, you would dominate me, while they watched?”

“That’s right,” she replied. “What do you say?”

I tossed the idea over in my mind. I was interested in being dominated, but unsure about in front of a crowd. But if that was the deal, I figured why not?

“Let’s do it. Or I guess, you do it. Or whatever,” I answer.

“Great,” Jane replies. “Come on in,” she yells at the door. “He’s agreed to let you watch.”

A brunette, a redhead, and a black-haired female walk in. They are all wearing non-descript shirts and pants. “They were expecting a vanilla evening”, I think.

“Let’s get you ready for domination,” Jane exclaims. “Hold your hands in front of you.” I comply and she puts cuffs on each wrist.

“Hold your arms up,” she commands. I raise my arms and she connects the cuffs to chains hanging from the ceiling. My towel is still wrapped around my waist, affording me a little modesty in front of all these females.

“Now I always start with setting the context with a male,” Jane starts. “It’s important that each individual understand their limits. John, I do not inflict pain on a client, unless they specifically request it. Since this is your first time, I am not even going to consider it. But I have to ask, do you have any limits on how I can touch or interact with you?”

“I’m not sure what you mean,” I ask quizzically.

“Is there any part of your body that you don’t want me to touch or rub?” she continues.

“I don’t think so,” I reply.

“Just in case, if there is something I am doing that is hurting you in any way, just call out ‘Mercy'”

“I will, Mercy. Thank you,” I reply.

I consider for a moment the position I am in. My hands are restrained. I am wearing only a towel that is wrapped around me. Four females are looking at me. I start to feel a little awakening in my cock.

“One last little bit,” Jane says as she puts a cuff on each of my ankles. Then she pulls them apart and connects the cuffs to rings on the floor. The additional restraints are having an effect on my hardness.

“Jane,” the redhead pops up. “When you are dominating a man, do you usually wear a shirt and pants?”

“Very seldom,” Jane replies.

“Well, if you’re going to show us how you dominate a male, don’t you think you ought to be wearing the appropriate outfit?” asks the redhead.

“Great idea,” Jane responds. “Would you all like to put on an appropriate outfit for watching?”

The redhead answers, “Do you have something for us?”

“Let’s go check,” Jane says. They all depart, leaving me restrained.

I consider my situation. I cannot go anywhere. I am almost naked. I don’t know why this is turning me on, but it certainly is.

A little while later, they re-appear. Jane is wearing a short leather dress. The redhead is wearing a leather halter top and short shorts. The brunette sports a teddy with a deep plunge at the cleavage. The black-haired wears a bra, panty, and garter belt with stockings.

I look at them and my cock immediately responds. They are exuding sexuality. There is an obvious point in my towel.

“It looks like John approves of our outfits,” Jane states. “Let’s see what he is hiding under that towel.” She unwraps the towel to expose my hard-on. I try to move my legs to hide it, but they are restrained. I am completely exposed and vulnerable. Her friends have an unobstructed view.

I realize I am not in control. I have never been naked in front of more than one female. I think I should be embarrassed, but I am excited.

“Now note, ladies, that John is completely restrained. Although he has a hard-on, he can do nothing about it. I can tease him and leave him unreleased. I can continually stroke it and see how many orgasms he is capable of. The choice is mine, not his. That’s what dominance is about, at least the way I like to do it. Other dominatrices have different approaches.”

“One of the simplest ways to dominate a male is to give him a spanking,” she continues. “I usually like to have a reason to spank. Let’s see. It looks like John’s pubic hair is pretty messy. He should keep it trimmed.”

“What?” I exclaim.

“John, you just spoke out of turn. You should not speak until spoken to,” she continues. “Now there are two reasons you need a spanking.”

She raises her hand behind me and then strikes my rear in the middle of my rear. Then she hits again on each bum.

The spanks are hard, but not too painful. I feel my skin start to heat up. The sensation is making my cock even harder. I wonder if the females can sense that.

“Take a look at his rear. You can see how the spanks give a nice red tone to his skin. And you might have noticed how his cock twitched,” Jane observes.

I feel a little embarrassed, which is adding to my erection. Why is this happening?

“Are you going to thank me for that, John?” she asks.

“Thank you, Mam,” I say, echoing words that I have read.

She lightly runs her fingers over my rear. The gentleness contrasts with the impact of the spank. I sway in response to the touch.

She strikes a few more times and I thank her for each of the strokes.

“Now I’ll show you another piece of equipment. This is a spanking bench,” Jane says as she points to some furniture. “Let’s move John over to it. If each of you releases a cuff, we’ll move him over and you can attach the cuff to the bench. ”

All the females step up and release a cuff. They hold onto them, as Jane leads me to the spanking bench and has me climb on. My cuffs are reattached. My butt sticks out, so that my cock does not touch the bench. I guess they don’t want me to have a climax.

“Now a prostate exam is something many males have. Usually, it is from a male doctor and is very brief. However, when I give an exam, I thoroughly inspect the area. Let me show you,” Jane demonstrates.

Jane puts on a glove and squirts some lube onto it. I can see in a mirror in front of me that she has stepped to my rear. I feel her finger come inside me and start to massage my prostate. The redhead is standing behind me, watching Jane’s motions in my rear. The brunette and black-haired are standing in front of me, watching my reaction.

She takes her time exploring as far as her finger can reach. I start to moan from the intrusion. I wonder what the females are thinking about my reactions.

The sensation is making me feel like I need to cum. I think I would be extremely uncomfortable for the other females to see me ejaculate from being poked in the rear. But Jane withdraws her finger before I do.

“I like to do medical exams,” Jane says. “Sometimes I have to exam their rear or their balls, excuse me, testicles in medical terms, for hours.”

I’m glad she’s not going to do that to me now. At least, I hope not.

“Let’s put John in another position. Please disconnect the cuff that you attached before,” Jane continues.

When my cuffs are released, Jane leads me over to a table and has me lie down on my back. My wrist cuffs are connected to the sides of the table. She picks up some stirrups and attaches them to the table. Then she places my legs on the stirrups and connects my ankle cuffs to them. I am now lying on my back, legs separated, and my cock, balls, and rear conveniently exposed.

“One of the ways I stimulate males is with electricity. You can use electricity on many parts of the body. I’ll show you one way with a Tens device” Jane says.

“What’s a Tens?” the brunette asks.

“It has signals of various types that can be used to massage your muscles. But you can use it in more sensitive areas. Let me show you how it works,” Jane answers.

She picks up a control that has two wires hanging out. At the end of each wire is a small clamp. She attaches the clamps to my nipples. I brace with anticipation.

She pushes a button on the control. I feel electric sensations on my nipples. It is not painful, but pleasurable. It feels like someone is massaging my nipples. The buzz is making me harder. I ask myself why does this feel so good?

“Sometimes I apply the electricity for a long time. You have to increase the power, as the subject gets used to the sensation. But I’m not going to do that with John,” she says.

Thank goodness, I think. My cock has never been harder. I’m not sure how much more I could take.

“Now I think John may have reached his limit, since this is his first time. How are you doing, John?” Jane asks.

“I have the hardest hard-on I have ever had,” I exclaim.

“Glad to hear that John,” Jane replies. “Is there anything you would like?”

“Could you please help to get rid of it?” I beg. I think I would do anything she asked if she would just do that.

“How would I do that, John?” she teased.

“Please, rub it, rub it,” I moan.

“Oh, John. Maybe,” Jane replies. She turns to the females and says, “Usually when I bring a male to this point, I release one of his hands and let him give himself a release. They are so eager to do that. But since John is special, I will give him a release.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” I exclaim.

“But not quite yet,” Jane states.

“No,” I cry out. My cock is so sensitive right now.

Jane rubs her fingers on my cock and slowly strokes downward.

“Please, please, please,” I implore.

“Oh, John, how do you like the domination?” she inquires.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I answer. “Please, please, please.”

She removes her fingers. I try to move upwards to meet them, but the restraints keep me fixed.

“He seems in a bit different state than before,” the black-haired notes with a grin.

“Yes, he is. His only thought right now is how he can get to a climax,” Jane answers.

“How did she know?” I ask myself. Okay, dummy, it’s pretty obvious.

“Now, I like to keep a bit of randomness in playing with males. So, I’m going to let you vote. Should I give him a climax?” Jane asks.

The redhead says, “Yes, I think he’s ready for it.”

The brunette says, “No, I’d like to see you tease him some more.”

“How much more can I take?” I ask myself.

The black-haired look at me and studies my cock. “I have never heard a male beg so much. I think you should get him off.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” I exclaim.

Jane wraps her fingers around the head of my cock. She slowly moves her hand up and down. She takes her other hand and starts rubbing the head of my cock. Between that and the stroking, I am ready to cum. “Yes, yes, yes,” I cry out as my sperm pours out of my cock.

Jane continues her stroking and rubbing until nothing more comes out. She keeps her hands on my cock and balls.

“Well, ladies, I guess that concludes this session. Do you have any questions?” Jane asks.

“That was really remarkable, Jane. Thank you for the demonstration,” the redhead says. “How do you learn this stuff? Is there any way I could practice some of what you showed us?” The brunette and black-haired nod in concurrence..

“I’m not sure. John, would you be willing to be a practice subject?” Jane inquires. “It looks like the rain is going to continue heavily tomorrow, so it won’t be much fun hiking.”

My climax was superb. I am lying here naked and restrained in front of all these females. It is exciting. I know I want to do it again.

“Well, since hiking is out of the question, I guess so,” I answer. I hope that didn’t sound too enthusiastic. I’d be embarrassed if they realized that I really would like to be in this position for a long time.

“Well, that does it,” Jane says. “We’ll pick up tomorrow morning with some more demonstrations and practice. We’ll start off by trimming that pubic hair. Let’s get John into bed. Undo his cuffs.”

My cuffs are released. Jane leads me over to the bed. She picks up some ropes and hands one to each female.

“Connect the rope to his cuff and then tie the other end to the appropriate ring,” Jane says. “This is something that John asked about when he first got here. Being restrained will keep him from playing with himself.”

The cuffs are attached. I can move somewhat, but I am still exposed and vulnerable.

“I guess you should be introduced to the females who will be dominating you tomorrow. Meg is the redhead. Monica is the brunette. Beth is the black-haired,” Jane says. “Why do you each have an introductory touch on John?”

Meg steps up and runs her fingers over my nipples. Monica circles her hands on my stomach. Beth strokes the inside of my thighs. I can’t believe my cock is responding so soon after a climax.

Jane notes my erection. “It looks like John is enjoying your touch. Let’s stop now and give him something to look forward to tomorrow. Say good night, John.”

“Good night, Jane. Good night, Meg, Good night, Monica, Good night, Beth,” I say.

“Good night, John,” they reply in unison as they exit the dungeon.

I imagine them still touching me. My cock remains hard. This is going to be a long night.