The cabin-CFNM

Marty and his brother were the favorites of their great uncle, who had recently passed away. They both inherited a large sum of money, and co-ownership of their uncle's home, a very nice log home they always called 'The Cabin'. Uncle Harry, as he was known, had gotten rich off of a patent he sold to an auto maker, and later in life he sold a company he had started from scratch. All in all Uncle Harry was very well off, but he and his wife were childless, and Marty and Mark were the closest thing to children they had.

Marty's older brother, Mark, already was settled into a great marriage and a nice home, so the cabin naturally went to Marty.

Marty and Mark spent many of their summer weekends playing in the large yard and swimming in the pond that was near the back of the property, they also fished with their uncle along the river that bordered Uncle Harry's land. The cabin was nestled on a little over 20 acres, that was mostly wooded, except for roughly 5 acres that Harry had cleared around the cabin.

There was also a large pole barn that contained several of Uncle Harry's 'toys', mainly four wheel quad runners, a dirt bike, and other implements for taking care of the lawn & garden their Aunt Martha always grew.

The pole barn was insulated and had an upstairs office where Uncle Harry used to work from. It also had a bathroom that included a shower stall for when Harry finished yard work he could clean up without messing up Aunt Martha's floors.

Marty took a leave of absence from his job to get settled into his new home. Although it would add to his commute to and from work, he was determined to live there year round, but for now he had enough money in his savings and with the money he inherited he really didn't need to work at all for a few years, but Marty wasn't the type to loaf around and once he was settled in and enjoyed a summer off, he would return to his job.

For now though, Marty was excited to be pulling into the driveway of his new home. There was a moment of sorrow as he thought of his aunt and uncle not being there to meet him, they had both passed within the last year. From the road all that you could see was pine trees, but after entering the driveway the trees gave way to the large lawn, that now needed some serious attention.

Marty pushed the button on the garage door opener the lawyer had given him, along with the keys to the cabin and documents at the reading of the will. He pulled into the pole barn and parked his car far enough inside to allow him to get the mower out.

All Marty brought with him was a backpack with a few personnel items and a couple changes of clothes. As Marty walked to the house he made a mental list of what he would need to do first, the lawn was the first item on his agenda, since Uncle Harry always kept it well mowed and trimmed. As he stepped into the cabin, expecting a dusty, cobweb filled environment, he was surprised to find the cabin almost spotless, and smelling fresh. Marty didn't know it, but Uncle Harry had hired a local young woman to clean the cabin weekly, even after he became ill. He had set up automatic payments that would continue throughout the summer.

The fridge was empty, but the freezer had a few items still in it. There were a few canned food items in the cupboard, but he would need to go shopping soon.

Marty went back to the barn and checked the mower, the oil looked as if it had just been changed, and the gas tank was full. He fired it up and began to mow. The grass was so tall that he had to mow slowly and had the mower deck set on its highest level, but he kept mowing, stopping only to fill up the mower and get a drink now and then.

After a couple of hours the first round of mowing was done, he hooked up the lawn rake and gathered up the clippings, then he mowed again, this time cutting the grass to the desired length.

Marty was hot and sweaty and decided to shower in the pole barn rather than go into the house. He closed the door to the pole barn then stripped down and stepped into the shower. While he was in the shower, Karen, the young woman hired to clean the cabin stopped by to take care of the cabin. She lived close enough to ride her bike, and she parked it near the front door, then used her key to let herself in. She started her routine by going upstairs and dusting and straightening the bedrooms.

Marty finished his shower and then realized he didn't have a towel, he looked at his dirty clothes and decided there no use in drying off with them, he figured the walk to the house would allow him to dry off enough. He carried his dirty clothes into the cabin and sat them on the washer, then he remembered his backpack was still in his car. He was about to go get it but figured he may as well start washing his dirty clothes first.

Karen heard the noise downstairs and suspected a break in, she knew where Harry had kept his guns and cautiously got one of his pistols and crept downstairs. As she came around the corner she met Marty as he came out of the laundry room.

Both of them were caught by surprise, and Marty cupped his hands over his privates but Karen commanded he put his hands up, Marty tried to explain, but again she ordered him to put his hands up. Marty reluctantly complied, but blushed beet red as he did so. Karen was nervous and afraid, but even so she took a glance at Marty as he exposed himself by raising his hands.

Again he tried to explain, but Karen told him to shut up as she fumbled with her phone trying to call the police. Marty begged for her to listen to him and she finally gave in and told him to go ahead, but to make it fast.

Marty began by asking her if a burglar would bother mowing the lawn before ransacking the house, or coming into the house naked. Then he told her about inheriting the cabin from his uncle and just moving in today. “Besides,” Marty added, “If that's my uncle's gun he never kept them loaded.”

Karen looked at the gun in her hand, then at the naked man standing before her, she thought about what he had told her and let the gun down a bit, but as Marty put his hands down she again ordered him to keep them up until she figured it all out.

Marty stood there embarrassed until she asked him a few questions only a family member would know. At last she was satisfied of who he was and she put the gun down and apologized. Marty again covered himself with his hands and accepted her apology, but he was still naked and his clothes were in the washer, except for the clothes in his backpack. Marty turned and headed for the pole barn, followed closely by Karen, who kept apologizing, but in reality was enjoying being around the naked young man.

Marty asked if she minded, as he was still very embarrassed, but she either didn't hear him or was ignoring him, either way he was still naked in front of her. They got to the pole barn and Marty again was in for a shock, the door had locked behind him. His backpack was locked inside his car, which was locked inside the pole barn.

His exasperated look caused Karen to laugh, and Marty, although still sore about being held at gunpoint, also saw the humor, but not enough to make him laugh like Karen was.

They walked back to the house and began searching for the keys to the pole barn. The garage door opener was also locked in the pole barn, and Marty's car keys were on the bench where Marty had set them before he showered.

At last Karen found a keyring with several keys on it, they again went to the pole barn and began trying keys until they found the right one opened the door. Marty tried to shut the door before Karen could follow, but she was too close behind him and easily slipped through the door and into the pole barn.

Karen watched as Marty got his car keys and recovered his backpack, and then he quickly dressed. When he finished dressing they went back into the house and Karen went back to cleaning as Marty made a list of what he would need to stock the house. He also labeled the keys on the keyring to the best of his knowledge.

As Karen prepared to leave she offered to take Marty out to show him around town as a way of making up for her earlier mistake. Marty agreed and they made a date for shopping and lunch the next day.

The end of part one.

Tara's Beach CFNM

Tara had a special power she had inherited from her mothers side of the family.  She learned to control it and use it for her own pleasure.  Here is one of her stories.

Tara and a friend were camping one weekend, when they saw a fellow camper who apparently was camping alone. He was very handsome and spent most of his time on the water with his sail board.

Tara and Cindy enjoyed watching his well toned body as he would swing close to shore and then swoop out again into the deeper water.

“I wish I could get a good look at him,” Cindy said.

“What do you mean? Asked Tara, “We can see him quite well.”

“You know what I mean.” Cindy said with a wistful smile playing on her lips. Cindy knew of Tara's powers, and she also knew Tara had to be careful of how she used them. Then they watched as he man sailed off around the point and into a more isolated area of the park.

“C'mon,” Cindy said, “This might be our chance.

Somewhat reluctantly Tara got up and followed her friend as they jogged along the beach and around the point. By the time they got to the point the man was hard to see, just a speck on the water, but he turned and started working his way back toward them.

He was having a more difficult time working back against the wind and had to tack to and fro to make any headway. He was tiring quickly and made for the small beach area near the two women so he could rest.

Excitedly the two friends watched as he approached. When he made it to shore he dragged his board up onto the sand nearly collapsed from exhaustion, the two women helped to an area where he could sit down and catch his breath.

Once they were sure he was all right Tara clouded his mind so he wouldn't realize what she was doing. Then she focused on his trunks and made the thread on his inseam unravel. This was thrilling to the two young women as they got a good look at the mans private area.

Then Tara decided that this wasn't enough and she made his trunks just disappear!

Now they had a great chance to check him out as he sat there in a stupor. They enjoyed their little peep show for several minutes and then Tara returned his trunks to his body. Cindy was amazed at Tara's power, but was also glad that Tara didn't repair the inseam.

Tara unclouded his mind and the young man became more cognizant of his surroundings. When he realized his trunks were ripped wide open he stood and tried to cover himself the best he could. Tara and Cindy pretended not to notice, but they had to smile as the man turned red from embarrassment. He figured he must have ripped his trunks on his sail board, and never knew what the girls had done to him.

The rest of the weekend was uneventful, but that was okay as they had some pleasant memories to relish for a long time.

Robbed-CFNM

Just a story idea I never finished.

Mick got picked up in a bar by a nice looking woman who drove him out into the countryside, but instead of having a good time, she pulled a gun and made him strip.

Then she left him stranded, naked and alone.

Band CFNM by Dale Gussy

Band-CFNM

I had just finished playing a set with a friend's band and I got a drink and sat next to the stage to relax before our last set. An attractive blond came up and sat down at the table with me.

“You play very well,” she said.

“Thank you,” I replied, “I try to do my best.”

“I'm Deb Cocker,” she told me, extending her hand.

I shook her hand and said, “I've heard of you,” “Don't you have a new CD out?”

“Yes,” she said smiling, “That's what I want to talk to you about,” “We are going on a mini tour, just regional stuff, and we need a lead guitarist.” “Would you like to audition?”

“Well yeah, but I work full time,” I told her, expecting that to be the deal breaker.

“Most of the gigs are within driving distance, and the ones that aren't usually are on weekends,” she looked for my reaction, “A couple of Thursday Night gigs opening for national acts,” “But mostly Friday and Saturday as the headliner in clubs and casinos.”

“My work schedule is flexible,” I explained, “I work for my uncle, he's a musician too.”

“Do you have a card?” She asked.

I gave her a card from my last band and she told me she would call me about the audition. It was time to play again. She stayed for a few songs then she left. Id didn't think any more of it until she called Sunday afternoon.

She gave me an address for the audition site and said “Tuesday Night, about seven,” “Plan on an hour or two.”

The audition went well, and I met the rest of Deb's band, all females, and they were all excellent

musicians. We gelled right off the bat and before the night was done I was offered the position of lead guitarist for the mini tour. The pay was good and we would have roadies carrying all our gear, and at every venue we would be using house lights and P.A.

We were to have two weekends of marathon rehearsals over the end of April to prepare with one weekend off before the first gig in case we needed more practice. The only possible problem was with my girlfriend, but I had discussed it with her beforehand, just not the practice schedule. We would be about 3 hours away at Deb's agents studio and condo. I would leave Friday Morning and not get back until Sunday Evening.

I told Deb of my concerns and she asked if we were serious, “We're engaged,” I answered.

Deb just nodded and said, “Let me know as soon as you can.”

I talked it over with my girlfriend and she suggested I do it, and save as much of the money as possible for the wedding. I called Deb and told her it was a go. The following Friday I met up with the rest of the band and we headed north for the rehearsal.

“I didn't book a room yet,” I said as we drove along.

“No need,” Deb said, “There's plenty of room at the condo.”

“I don't know how that will look,” I said, “All of us staying in the same house.”

“We may have to share a room on the road too,” Deb said laughing.

I hoped she was kidding, but I didn't bring it up again.

We got to the condo and unloaded our back packs, then we drove around to the studio and carried our instruments in. Everything was supplied or already there for us. I had a choice of 3 different amps, two of which I would be using on the road.

We jammed for a while to get used to the sound of the room and the new gear, it took me a little bit of time to get a sound I liked, but once I found the right settings I was off and running.

Although Deb played some piano, she preferred just singing, the rest of the band was Laura on bass, Sue on drums, and Rhonda on rhythm guitar and keyboards. Rhonda was a big help om chord voicings and arrangements. We worked on a 40 minute set that we would play when we were the opening act, the next practice we would augment that for a 90 minute headline set.

We did a few covers that we knew would get people on their feet, but mainly we worked on the material from Deb's CD's. Her first CD was good, but her second CD was great, and we were all excited to get our show down and hit the road.

We didn't stop until that evening, we wolfed down a couple of pizzas and relaxed with some wine. Deb brought a tray into the room and sat it down, then she handed me a glass and toasted our tour.

I don't usually drink wine, but this was very good. Deb poured me a second glass and we started to talk more about the tour, when I began to get very tired. Deb came up and smiled at me, she took the half empty glass from my hand and sat it aside. I tried to talk but all I did was make gurgling noises, then I was out.

I woke up the next morning in a strange room and in a strange bed. I started to sit up, but my hands were tied to the head board, and my feet were tied as well. I must have made some noise because soon Deb came in.

“Oh good you're up.” She said smiling.

I tried to shift around on the bed and that's when I realized I was naked too.

Deb started to pull the covers down but I stammered, “Don't,” “I'm naked!”

Deb laughed and said, “I know silly,” “Who do you think undressed you?”

I could tell I was blushing when I said, “Please untie me, I have to pee.”

“I figured that,” she said, “We're prepared.” Then she pulled out a urinal and held it up for me to see.

“I can't use that tied to the bed,” I said.

“Allow me,” she said, then she reached under the covers and slide the urinal in with her other hand. I started to complain and she said, “Tut, tut,” “I know how to do this,” Then she put the urinal between my legs and lifted my penis into it, all without peeking, at least I don't think she did. Then after I finished she took the urinal and emptied it and rinsed it, then she came back to sit on the bed. She toyed with the covers as I pleaded with her to untie me and give me my clothes.

“Not yer,” she said, “Do you know my real name?”

“Deb Cocker,” I answered.

“No,” she said, and she smiled broadly, “and its not my stage name either,” she laughed and said, “I was called cocker long before I started singing.” She reached under the covers and gave me a little squeeze. I don't know where she was going with this as we were interrupted by the rest of her band coming into the room.

“Now comes my favorite part,” she said, “We call it the unveiling.” I protested, but it was no use. “Relax,” Deb said, “this is just a little initiation I put all my band members through.” The other girls nodded and smiled. Then Deb and Rhonda started to pull the covers back.

Rhonda lifted her side up and took a little peek.

“C'mon,” someone said, “Hurry up.”

The other girls moved closer to get a look.

Then they pulled the covers back completely.

“Nice,” Rhonda murmurred.

Next thing I know they were all rubbing me all over, my sides and my thighs, I must have turned beet red.

I laid my head back and sighed, this was so embarrassing, but at the same time it was very pleasurable too.

Then Deb shocked me by grabbing my penis and gripping tightly.

“This is why they call me Cocker,” she said smiling.

“Should we let him get dressed today or make him practice in the nude?” Deb asked the girls, and they all laughed.

“Its almost a shame to let him get dressed,” Rhonda said.

“Well we do have work to do,” Deb sighed, as she and Rhonda untied me.

I was mad and ready to call the whole thing off, but I would have been stranded without a ride. And all they really did was play a little prank on me. I didn't think it would happen again. They gave me my clothes and left as I dressed.

After breakfast I had calmed down and nothing was side about the incident again. Although I did have a visitor that night. I felt a naked body slip into my bed, and as much as I tried to fight the urge we ended up making love. I knew it was wrong, but I'm only human.

The end (for now)

Music box CFNM

Tara was enjoying a visit with her cousin, who also had the 'power' and was more advanced than Tara. They were chatting about different aspects of their secret ability when a friend of Tara's came by.

Brent was someone Tara was interested in, but he seemed to think of their relationship as strictly platonic, even so Tara held out hope.

Brent had stepped into the next room when Shannon asked about him.

“We're just friends,” Tara said, “Right now anyway.”

Shannon asked Tara if she liked him, and Tara told her she did.

“He is very attractive,” Shannon said, “Is he well equipped?”

Tara blushed and said, “I don't know, we're just friends after all.”

Shannon reached into her purse and pulled out a small music box, “Call him back in here for a moment.” She said, and Tara called for Brent to come back into the room.

Brent stood in the doorway smiling, as Shannon showed him the music box and began to talk to him in slow even tones, she ended by saying, “This little music box plays a very unique but pleasing melody,” “Don't you think so?”

Brent stared blankly and flatly replied, “Yes.”

Shannon went on saying, “Whenever you hear Tara play this music box, you will go into a trance and do whatever she asks,” “Is that clear?”

Shannon handed the music box to Tara, then she looked at Brent and said, “Please remove you clothes Brent.” And to Tara's surprise Brent stripped right there.

After he stripped, Brent stood there before them, he stared blankly as they admired his naked body.

Brent held his hands over his privates until Shannon asked him to relax and drop his hands to his side.

Tara smiled broadly as she looked him over, and as Brent stood there naked, Shannon gave Tara a quick lesson in mind control. She cautioned Tara though to use only key sounds that would not be heard in everyday life, hence the unique song on the little music box.

After several minutes Shannon told Brent to get dressed and not to remember any of this episode. Then she snapped her fingers twice and Brent woke up.

Later in the week Tara was again visited by Shannon and Brent came by again. Shannon suggested Tara try using here mind control and within a few seconds, Brent was in a trance and had striped down for the visual pleasure of the two women.

Unbeknown to Brent, he spent several afternoons entertaining Tara over the course of their friendship.

The end

Hijacked-CFNM

Two young men were traveling through Ladiston, and stopped to fill their car at one of the local gas stations. As one of the young men went in to buy something to eat and drink the other pumped the gas. When he finished he joined his friend inside the store, after they paid for their purchases they returned to their car only to find two young attractive women sitting in the car.

One sat in the drivers seat with the door open, the other sat in the back seat.

As the first young man approached he looked at the woman in the drivers seat and asked what she was doing.

“I like your car, can I take it for a drive?” She said coyly.

“We're kind of in a hurry,” he answered, “We still have a long drive ahead of us.”

The young woman turned slightly and put her left foot onto the ground, but her skirt rose up enough for the young man to see she wasn't wearing any underwear. She slowly pulled her skirt up to show him again that she was going commando, and she smiled at him and licked her lips.

“Well I guess a little drive wouldn't hurt,” he said eagerly. He got into the passenger seat, while his friend got into the back seat. He handed the young woman the keys and she drove off down the road.

They chatted idly as she drove several miles into the countryside. Neither of the young men noticed a mini van following them. Finally the young woman turned onto a two track trail that led into the woods. Still the young men didn't worry, they were hoping for a chance to get laid, plain and simple. The mini van turned onto the trail and followed them from a distance.

When they reached the end of the trail she stopped the car and got out, as did the others. They were deep in the woods, but near a clearing close to the river. Neither young man made a move, waiting for the women to be the first to reveal their intentions. That's when the mini van pulled up and several other young women got out.

“What's going on?” One of the guys asked.

“We just want to have a little fun,” said the first woman.

The groups of women surrounded the young men, and then in an instant they jumped in and wrestled the two young men to the ground. Despite their best to defend themselves the young men were overpowered and soon stripped completely.

The women laughed as the young men tried to fight back, and then the men watched the first woman gather up all their clothes and walk to their car. She opened the hood and put their clothes into it. She then rolled up the car windows and locked all the doors, she walked back to the trunk and grabbed one of the guys cell phones, the she dropped the keys in and closed the trunk.

Now the women half dragged and half carried the two young men to a couple of trees on the edge of the clearing, where they tied them securely to a tree. The women laughed as the guys struggled against their bonds, while the women snapped pictures and took some video.

“Now,” said the first woman, “isn't this fun?”

The first young man swore at her and she acted hurt, then laughed and used duct tape to cover their mouths. She took off her gloves and both men realized the reason both women had worn gloves, no fingerprints. She cupped the first guys balls in her hand and gave them a slight squeeze, then she playfully flipped his penis from side to side. She did the same with the other guy, and a few of the other women also took part. The most popular move was gently slapping the guys penis back and forth and watching them wince.

After what seemed like hours to the two men, but in reality was less than an hour, the first woman took the cell phone and dialed 911. When the dispatcher answered the woman gave them a rough location and said that two young men were exposing themselves in the woods, she also told the dispatcher about an abandoned car at the scene.

She left the phone on as the other women got into the mini van. She pulled the duct tape off the guys mouths and sat the phone in front of them. Both guys started screaming to the dispatcher, who tried to make out what they were saying, and she attempted to get them to calm down. All the while the mini van disappeared up the trail.

Long after the mini van had left a Ladiston patrol car pulled up and two female officers got out. They tried to hide their amusement, but couldn't help from smiling broadly at the two naked men tied to the trees.

As they released the young men they began to question them about what had transpired, both of the young men were more interested in getting their clothes back from the locked trunk, but the officers insisted on getting the facts first. When the officers were satisfies they had all the info they needed they turned their attention to the car trunk, but without the key they couldn't open it.

“We're going to need a locksmith,” one of the officers said, then she made a call on her cell phone.

“Hello, Heather?” She asked, as the young men groaned, the last thing they wanted was another woman to see them naked. “We have a car out on Millers Trail with the keys locked in the trunk,” she smiled at the two you men covering themselves with their hands, “Okay, we'll see you in about 20 minutes.”

“Are you going to file charges?” The officer asked.

“You bet your ass we are,” said the first young man, “Sorry for my language ma'am.”

“No offense taken,” the officer said, then she added, “of course we will need to keep the evidence until the investigation is complete.”

“Well first of all your car, and everything in it,” she said, “We would go all through it for prints or anything else,” she noticed the guys demeanor change dramatically. “Its not a high priority, nothing was taken so its not a robbery...”

“What about kidnapping?” One of the guys asked.

“Did you accompany these women on your own, or were you forced?” The officer asked.

“We came on our own,” the guys admitted.

They were interrupted by a small pickup truck with a locksmith sign on the door. A middle aged woman got out and smiled at the two naked men trying to hide behind the police officers. In a matter of minutes she had the trunk unlocked and the two guys rushed forward to grab their clothes.

“Hold on,” one of the officers said, she then found their ID's and checked to make sure the men were who they said they were.

“Now can we get dressed?” One of the guys asked.

“Well your clothes are evidence,” the officer said, “If you are going to pursue this we will have confiscate them for clues.”

“What do we do in the meantime?” Said one of the guys, “Stand around naked?”

“Well yeah, I guess so,” the officer said. Heather stood by and took all of this in, trying not to laugh.

“We don't want to press charges,” one of the guys said, “We just want to get out of here.”

“Its up to you,” the officer said, then she added, “We'll stay here and make sure you can get out all right.”

The guys suspected all three women were just hanging around to watch them get dressed. As soon as the guys were dressed they hopped into their car and turned around. Then they followed Heather and the patrol car up the trail. When they got to the main road they made their way for home.

In the patrol car the officers phone rang, it was Heather, “How did the dash-cam come out?”

“Not too bad,” the officer said, “We'll make sure you get a copy, just like last time.” Then they made plans to meet later that night at Heathers Diner. Heather had several businesses in Ladiston.

That night in the back room of Heathers Diner, the two off duty policewomen, Heather, and a group of young women who had taken part in the day's activities, gathered to watch videos the young women had taken, and the video from the dash cam. They all laughed at the two young men's plight and embarrassment.

Heather looked at the assembled group and said, “I think this is the best one yet.” And most of the other women agreed.

The end

A typical day on Lake Ladiston-CFNM

Its very common to see various CFNM scenarios on Lake Ladiston, especially if its with males that are unfamiliar with Ladiston itself. Many male guests and visitors to Ladiston find themselves in very embarrassing situations much to the delight of the local ladies.

One very common trick involves water skiing, its often where the females are driving the boats with the males skiing, one of the ladies will discreetly loosen the drawstring on the guys swim trunks while another is helping him with the skis. This may seem farfetched, but its not surprising that the Ladiston women are very adept at this type of thing.

Once the skier is up on the skis the boat driver picks up speed and then heads for some rough water, usually crossing the wakes of other boats, or just making very tight turns. There are usually a second boat working in conjunction with the first boat, and they will help create some rough water, then they will hang back ready to sweep in at the right moment.

As soon as the guy hits the rough water and falls his trunks, that have been loosened, sometimes are swept from his body. This is where the second boat will sweep in and grab the trunks is possible, while the skier treads water. Of course if the skier is in any distress they would assist him, but that is seldom the case.

The first boat will come up to get the now naked skier who will be forced to climb into the boat naked since his trunks have vanished. He has little choice but to leave the cover of the water, and has to endure the rest of the boat ride naked in front of the other women on board. Some times the men are kept naked for extended periods of time if the women can get away with.

Here is a few pics of the skiing trick.