Annie pulled one of her surprises on me again. It started completely normal. She sent me out to run an errand, nothing unusual, nothing suspicious. I thought I was grabbing something for dinner or picking up a package. Instead, I walked straight into a setup I never saw coming.
When I arrived, her friend was there waiting for me. Not one of the friends I’ve played with before. Not someone who has ever seen me in any kind of vulnerable state. Just a woman Annie knew, someone confident, someone clearly in on whatever plan Annie had cooked up.
The moment I stepped through the door, she told me to strip. No playful tone. No explanation. Just a simple order delivered like she had known me for years. And the thing is, Annie had already primed me – I know I’m always expected to follow such instructions from her female friends. So I did.
Within a minute, my clothes were off and my hands were secured above my head against the wall. Cold surface, unfamiliar environment, and a stranger standing behind me looking me over like she was evaluating a purchase. The power shift hit hard. That feeling of being exposed in front of someone who owes you no warmth or familiarity.
She circled me once. Quiet. Completely in control. Then she ran her fingers along my back in a slow, deliberate way that sent a clear message. She was not here to be gentle.
The first strike landed without warning. Sharp. Clean. Not trying to injure me, but absolutely trying to make an impression.
Then another.
And another.
I felt the heat rising across my skin almost immediately. Each impact pushed a mix of emotions through me. Embarrassment, because this was a total stranger watching me flinch and gasp. Shame, because I had no idea what I had done to earn this. And, yes, excitement too, because Annie had orchestrated this entire thing without telling me why.
It was full CFNM. Me completely naked and restrained, her fully clothed, positioned behind me or at my side, watching every reaction, every breath, every attempt I made to stay still. She commented a couple of times about how jumpy I was. She laughed once when I tried to stand on tiptoe to escape one of the harder strikes.
After she finished, she stepped close and checked her handiwork. Her hand brushed over the spots she had marked, almost clinically, like she was grading her own work. Then she told me I could get dressed again. That was it. No explanation, no long speech, no softening.
I got home still unsure what I had been punished for. When I asked Annie why she arranged it, she smiled like it was the simplest thing in the world.
“Just because.”
She kissed me on the forehead and walked off like she had given me the most normal answer imaginable.
And honestly, that is the part that sticks with me the most. The fact that she can send me off on an errand and I end up naked, bound, and whipped by one of her friends for absolutely no reason other than her desire to exert control.
I do not fully understand it. I do not need to. Because then I start getting confused, trying to answer questions like “Why the fuck am I so turned on by this?” or “Why does my body react with an erection the more pain a women inflicts?” and I just can’t go there.
I am just still processing the fact that she used an unfamiliar woman to humble me in a way that hit all my nerves at once.
And somehow, I am already wondering if there will be a next time.
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