You’ve been invited to your boss’ house for a cocktail party. This was the first time you’ve been asked to her home and are very excited. Little did you know, your even will be full of CFNM humiliation.
Dress Code
She specifically said “Dress Semi-Formal.” For men, that meant an expensive dark suit and a tie. You knew exactly what she meant because you’d made the mistake before of not wearing a tie at a work dinner and she was very unhappy with you. Not only that evening, but the next day in the office, too. You had not shown yourself in the best light.
You pull out your best suit, get it cleaned and pressed, and dress for the event.
Looking in the mirror, you are impressed at how well you clean up. You’re excited for the boss to see you following instructions so clearly.
CFNM Arrives
Your boss has a huge house on a lot of land and she has parking attendants taking care of the cars, so you hand over the keys and head towards the house.
You get to the door and you’re greeted by a beautiful woman dressed in a tuxedo. Immediately you worry you read the invitation wrong. Was it formal, not semi-formal? You try to look past the tux-clad greeter, but can’t see anyone else yet.
You walk in and start to walk past her, but she touches your shoulder and says, “Disrobe, please.”
You’re sure you did not hear her right, but she repeats it, matter-of-factly.
“Disrobe, please. I will take your clothes.”
“Can I see Ms. Johnson, please?”
“She has given explicit instructions to either collect your clothes or send you away from the party.”
You certainly don’t want to leave the first party you were invited to at the boss’ house! You might never be invited to another one.
CFNM Nakedness
You slowly remove your clothes as the beautiful woman in a tux holds her arms out like a hanger and with each item of clothing, you lay it neatly across her arm.
You still can see no one in the house, but hear voices and clinking glasses, so other people are somewhere. Are they naked, too?
When you’re completely nude, the woman opens a closet and drops your clothes in a heap on the closet floor.
You gasp and blurt out, “Hey! Those are my clothes.”
She closes the closet door, looks at you and says, “And?”
Welcome to the Party
You are led towards the voices and they are behind closed doors. You’re so nervous, praying everyone else is naked, too, but you didn’t see any other crumpled clothes in that closet.
You put your hands over your cock because you are so nervous and your cock is getting hard.
“Fuck! It usually stays limp when I’m nervous or worried,” you think.
When the doors swing wide open, the room filled with about fifty people, all women, turn to look at you.
Silence.
As your boss walks over to you, in a gorgeous cocktail dress, your mortification amplifies as you take in your solitary maleness in the room as well as your solitary nakedness.
Introductions in the Nude
Your boss’ heels click on the wooden floor and she reaches behind you as the tuxedoed greeter hands her a lovely, long pink ribbon. She takes one of your hands as your boss takes your other, uncovering your extremely hard erection, and they pull your arms behind you, your boss tying your wrists together.
When your boss is satisfied she can display your cock and balls to the room, she begins by measuring your cock and calling out the measurement to the room.
“He’s only 5.5 inches. What do we think of that?”
The room laughs and then your boss tugs your bound arm to meet the women, each more beautiful than the next.
Endless Humiliation
For the entire evening, you are the only male at the party… and the only person nude, too. You are fondled, teased, chuckled at, and made to do the most mundane of activities to please the bevy of women at the party.
Your dick is out of control, staying erect the entire evening. Women hang their small purses on it. Others tie bows on your dick as they giggle at the small package you are holding there.
As dawn breaks, you are given the keys to your car, but not your clothes, and you drive home naked. Red-faced and ready to masturbate.
What a fantastic night!
August, I sure LOVE hearing from you!! Thanks so much for letting me know you enjoyed this. It means a lot you did.
I can see you there easily. Yes?
Hugs!
Yes! I would be there in a second. A dream to serve
Love it.
Sexy as hell, but I’m 7.75 inches.
And willing to obey.
You DO obey well, Curt.
Bend over and put that white ass in the air, sweetie!
Oh Mistress Daphne….CFNM, probably my favourite. Naturally I am imagining that I’m the fortunate fellow on the guest list….(although some “details” may have to be, ahem, “abridged”.)
Now this poor soul got upbraided for not wearing a tie to a lunch, he’s certainly to be in the soup for bringing his five and a half inch “clip on” to the boss’s soirée! (Although, I’m hardly one to point fingers! But you know that Mistress Daphne!)
The invitees were certainly good sports about
the guest of “dishonour”. Perhaps it was billed as an Evening of Comedic Short Subjects!
My guess is he won’t wait until he gets home to celebrate the raise the boss gave him.
He does run the risk of getting pulled over and being nailed for driving without a license…among other things!
Oh my goodness, peg… they would have howled at what you have twiddling between your legs!
You would have been FUN to have as the “Guest of Dishonor.” I know if I were there, I would be in stitches laughing.
Glad you could relate!
Hugs!
Oh yes Mistress Daphne those peals of laughter would ring in my ears always.
To be sure Ms Johnson had done her research and selected the most, ahem, “suited” “Unsuited” employee for the gala. Did the A/C really need to be on high?
I can think of one solution to ease my embarrassment. If only my invitation had had a “plus one”. On second thought, perhaps a “plus five” would be my only salvation!
(Oh but honestly, Mistress Daphne, that would defeat the whole purpose.)
I’d be there with bells on…(actually “cage on”) proudly!
But if you had a cage on, no one would be able to observe what you do not have there?
Bells? Right around your little berries, peg… so everyone would follow your every step.
😂😂
I’ve never been to party like this. I’d no doubt be embarrassed with my 1-3’ clitty, as well wanting/hoping to be dressed up as a girl if this were to ever happen to me
You would certainly be embarrassed, carli!
Always dressed as a girl!
This is the hottest post I’ve read in a long time. I’m fully erect on the train ride home from work. Thanks a lot, Daphne. 😜
Hey, Dennis!
I am so so glad you like it! I thought of you as I was writing it.
Naughty boy!
Oh la la Ms D! How does one get an invitation to another of her COCKtail parties! WOO hooO!
I know, right?!?
mwah!
I love your writing. And I of course love CFNM. Thank you for being so talented. Being able to create such a vision. I’m able to visualize myself in his position at the party. Would they ever have a fun time if they saw me! The things they would discover when I had to undress. And their reaction to my “endowment “ I’m sure would be priceless. Thank you MISTRESS. Your writing is a gift to all of us who serve you.
Oh, Cindy! You are so adorable! Thank you for the kind and generous comment. You are so amazingly sweet!
And you would be fun Fun FUN to unwrap at that party!
Let’s do it sometime!
You forgot to mention the name of her estate “Female Supremacy Heaven”
LOVE IT!!!