the CFNM political party.

 

For the CFNM ('Clothed Female - Naked Male') party, everything was prepared.

Because the slave and dominatrix were going to enjoy themselves tonight while the femdoms were dressed and the slaves were naked, my mistress had allowed me to toil all day.

I was in charge of all mistresses as a naked house slave, caring for them and training the slaves on their behalf.

At this CFNM party, many femdoms brought their slaves as playmates and made them available to other dominatrixes if they wanted one of the slaves there as well.

Eight slaves and ten femdoms came altogether.

Because many lacked the courage to show the slaves, even though they missed out on this special event, far more male slaves were typically registered than ultimately showed up.

With the tray and the champagne that my lady of the house had given the ladies as a welcome gift, I dutifully walked around while directing the slaves where to discard their clothing.

My dominatrix owned a small club in the middle of the city, and every month she invited slaves to the CFNM party so they could let off steam in an extreme slave act.

Even as I was distributing the champagne, a few women grabbed my penis and looked it over.

I was aware of that.

I concur; I enjoyed it.

Evenings like these were always special to me, and I frequently served as the femdoms' first new slave.

After all, I was destined for this as a house slave, willing and ready for anything.

However, another slave was given the opportunity to go first this time.

His humiliating presentation began with him not only being naked but also having his hands restrained and having a mask over his face that only showed his mouth and nose but not his eyes.

He therefore needed his mistress's leadership and was naked, blind, and helpless.

She simultaneously gave it to the present mistresses who refused to allow themselves to be twice advised on how to use it, anonymously as it appeared through the mask.

Today, however, the air was already very hot, which wasn't always the case.

The slave was forced to the ground by a fat dominatrix, who then made extensive use of him as a facesit.

Even though it was obvious that a CFNM party was all about showing off and using the slaves, to which everyone consented just by being present, there were a few game rules that gave both the owner of the slave the ability to intervene and her veto always counted, as well as the slave the right to approach his dominatrix and refuse a game.

She did make a choice, though.

Of course, only the two were aware of the stop words or codes used by the dominatrix and slave to end a game.

However, my housekeeper always made sure that everyone followed the rules of the BDSM game and that nothing was done against their will.

To the contrary, neither a slave nor a dominatrix have voiced any complaints to date.

The CFNM party was always popular and a highlight!

The masked slave proved to be a useful facesitting slave and was in demand this evening as a tasty treat.

He was constantly busy.

To get it, the femdoms would either sit on him or allow him to kneel between them.

Less fortunate was another bare-chested slave.

He received specialized CBT training.

The women got down to business during the cock and ball torture by kicking the slave's hangers and balls with their high heels and boots.

The CFNM slave eventually had everything turned blue and green, but he was probably masochistic because he seemed to enjoy the CBT a lot. One of the slaves stood out in particular, and I had also seen this situation repeatedly at the CFNM parties: Those who can scream the loudest don't, in the end.

Although his mistress could hardly stop him with the whip, he definitely wanted to sink his slave cock.

The obese woman then approached him, sat down in an armchair with ease, and placed him in front of her.

She allowed him to jerk off before giving him stern orders to start masturbating.

The others became intrigued by this and joined them in admiring the slave performance.

However, the penis of the greedy slave grew more limp as more women admired it and encouraged him.

The young, self-assured slave was urged by the fat lady to demonstrate his abilities, but he was unable to stand.

He was therefore punished by his mistress by being tied up and placed in a corner.

The little weakling's virility made the femdoms laugh at him and giggle for a long time, occasionally going over and giving him a flogger on his hanger.

This evening, I wasn't really needed as a house servant.

I was the servant that night, save for the odd time when the CFNM dominatrixes played with me or were pleased with my boner.

I still like my job because I like the environment, where I could be attacked by a dominatrix at any time.

I also enjoy being completely naked while the women are wearing lovely dresses because the air smells of leather, latex, and female lust.

All of my cells vibrate, even if, as was the case at this CFNM party, I leave without having engaged in any licking or other sex services, thanks to the exuberant mood that alternates between partying and BDSM.

Because that is the purpose of the CFNM party—to display the slaves in order to make them available to the dominant femdoms in accordance with all of the rules of the art stand—I find satisfaction in being able to observe the women simply having fun.

That once more totally met my expectations and satisfied me in a wonderful way today.