Do what you are told young man

[itsnotunusual00]

is an embellished version of a true story, written in a fictionalized style. I realize a lot of people suggest their stories are true when they offer them up to blobs and websites. I suspect as we all may do , that many are not. However, in this case it really is.

The dialog presented in this story is not a verbatim account of what was said. I did not keep a diary of these events, nor I did not record the accounts. Rather, the dialog is more directional than spot-on accurate. My objective is to use the dialog as a tool to help the reader visualize my written words as well as the story’s events.
These events launched my interest in the tags noted above, especially CFNM. I have had other experiences since, which I may write about in the future, but this was my first.

The account takes place in Manhattan NYC, mostly on the upper east side, in proximity to an apartment where I once lived. It is a two-person story of events that took place 10 years ago.

AUTHORS NOTE: Special thanks to Susan Selton, who offered more than just suggestions to help improve this work. The truth is, they deserve a writing credit for this part of the story.

PART 1.

When I removed the last of my clothing before the webcam, my cock was already pointing upward.

The prospect of a strange woman ogling every inch of my naked body and ordering me to sexually perform for her has been a long-held fantasy of mine, but one also filled with humiliation and fear. What if I am found out? If we ever meet, what would she make me do?

Imagining a bare-bottomed spanking from a fully clothed, dominant is woman equally unsettling to me. The mental imagery sends me masturbating – the only sex I have had in a while. At the same time, these thoughts overwhelm me with feelings of vulnerability and helplessness that at some level I do not want to deal with. In fact, I have spent a good deal of my life pushing them away, only to have them re-emerge during my quiet and lonely times. As hard as I try to push them to the hippocampus part of my brain, they persist in pushing forward. And when they do I become caught up in a violent surf of inescapable fantasies. Wave after wave they come, crashing on a beach, never quite allowing me to catch my footing until I give in and masturbate to release.

For the longest time I have struggled with these and similar alluring nightmares, fetishes, or kinks. Each time they formed, I would push them away only to have them return to my dreams and daytime fantasies. I am maddened by their haunting persistence. They have become impossible to set aside. Each time I try they return compelling me to act.. They are impossible for me to ignore.

Realizing they could no longer be reined in, I finally had the temerity to place an ad online for an interactive female partner, half hoping I would never get a response. Alas, that was not to be the case. A week later, I received a response.

Introducing herself as Julie, my female admirer was adamant not to turn on her webcam, creating a sense of vulnerability and isolation within me. Who was she? Where was she? What did she look like? Was she alone, or were others silently looking on? What does she want from me? More to the point, Is this really what I want – to be controlled by an anonymous and demanding woman who will not take no for an answer?

In my mid-thirties and possessing a small but athletic frame, I was to strip and pose for her, with particular emphasis to display my bare buttocks in submissive positions. Initially Julie was demanding, insulting in fact, but her tone turned to nurturing as our conversation progressed.

Julie’s voice was ordinary. She could have been any woman. And now my woman of mystery was ordering me to masturbate for her. Just for her. And I perform for her as ordered. In my mind’s eye she is almost ethereal – like some ghostly figure looking down at me from the top of the stairs, commanding me to debase myself in front of her, holding a hypnotic like power over me that I cannot explain.
“Like a compliant boy, you’ll do as I instruct you.”

It had been six months since my breakup with Rachel and I was feeling a mix of emotions. On one hand, I was upset that the relationship ended. I recognized that eventually, things were better for the both of us this way. Rachel was, and still is, a very pretty girl. But she is also a very fiery one, and we found ourselves fighting constantly.

On the other hand, Rachel was fiery in many ways. Let’s just say she was not an inhibited girl.

Still, I was beginning to see where the demise of our relationship might have some benefits. I was a good-looking guy; a catch so I was told. And now I was free to pursue other relationships or other interests if I so chose. And I was no longer accountable to anyone. After 6 months of being alone, I was off everyone’s radar screen. I finally had the freedom to pursue heretofore unexplored interests in CFNM, OTK spanking, tickling, supervised masturbation, and even anal play. The barn door was open.

At this point, I was not really interested in meeting anyone, but I did miss having social interactions with the opposite sex. I became aware of a company (whose name will not be mentioned) that provided on-line dating services for those choosing alternative lifestyles. I decided to try it. I wrote a description of myself and my interests with a new email address I made up and posted some recent pics making sure to include a set of nudes in the private section. I then waited to see what would happen.

I signed on every evening for over a week, checking my mailbox, and while keeping the instant messenger box open in the background as I went about my daily tasks. One day, at about 2AM the app ringer notification went off signaling that someone was attempting to IM me. Having already gone to sleep, I considered ignoring it, but this was my very first message, and I did not want to miss it. Plus, my PC was right on my dresser, and the remote keyboard was right by my bed.

I opened the IM and was the following message from PlayfulGrl

“Hi, can I see your private pictures please?”

Still groggy I cleverly responded, ”HI”

“Let me see your private pictures,” She replied

Of course, I realized that her demand was a logical consequence of my actions. I joined the sight of my own free will and posted those pictures with the goal of drawing this very type of response. But I did so understand that the odds of a woman contacting me were slim. And now that one did, I was paralyzed with fear and anxiety.

I was in a high state of turmoil My instincts screamed at me to run away and hide as I did so many times before. Push it aside and live to fight another day. Except now that the moment arrived I felt paralyzed with anxiety. But this time it was different. This was not a fantasy. There was someone at the other end of my connection – a real person making demands of me. This might not ever happen again.

In a way it was an ideal situation for me. Because the interaction was on-line, I could end the session at any time. Worst case, she would have access to a bunch of naked pictures from some unrecognizable anonymous guy with a blurry face. Besides, hell, this is why I signed up.

So, I went into my site locations and enabled her to look at my nude pics.
I waited a good 10 minutes or so for her reply. Finally, after getting none, I went back to bed thinking this would be the last I would hear from her tonight. Just as I tucked myself in the notification ringer went off again.

“Nice Pics!” she wrote before adding, “You have a hot body, and a cute ass. Any more like these?”

“No” I typed, “just those”

“hmmm….. want to do a little on-line modelling for me? “she typed

She really threw me for a loop. I could almost feel her suggestive power through the IM ad it was a lot . Things just felt like they were moving a bit too fast. The knot in my stomach became more prominent. But so did the tent in my sweatpants. Still, I hesitated.

“Oh, I don’t know,” I responded. “it’s kind of late.”

“Check your email,” she responded.

Once I launched my email, I noted a message from PlyGrl@oursite.com which contained a link.

The IM notification rang again, “Come on. ACCESS THE LINK NOW!!!!”

Well, that was rude, I thought. But it DID get my attention.

I decided to click on the link which took me to a video call tool. I launched the tool and saw there was a message for me. I clicked on it and heard her speak for the first time.

She said,“ Turn your camera on.”

Well, he we go, I thought.

I turned on the light behind my PC monitor and then the camera.

“Well, there you are!” she said adding, “all cute with your messy bed-head hair”

“Are you going to turn on your camera? “ I asked

“No.” She said, then added, “why don’t you take your bed clothes off?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” I responded

“I SAID TAKE THEM OFF NOW!! Let’s do pants and underwear first. Pull them both down. NOW!!”

I was wearing a cotton football Jersey that hung down to my thighs and sweatpants. Sheepishly pulled my sweatpants down to my ankles and began to step out of them.

“LEAVE THEM THERE,” she said before adding, “It’s time for some posing. Now, face the cam.”

That implicit threat sent a chill down my spine. Still, I decided to go along.

She had me go through a series of poses, wearing only my jersey which laid on my thighs, and covering my groin and behind, with my pants and underwear down around my ankles. At least nothing showed. But I felt ridiculous… as if I were wearing a short dress on top with my pants still down around my ankles.

This went on for about 10 minutes or so than she said,

“Ok, sweetie, it’s showtime!! Face away from the camera and take the tee shirt off. Let’s look at the butt first!!”

At this point I was going through a range of emotions. It was no more than an hour ago when I was lying in bed and trying to go to sleep. Now here it was, 4:15 AM and my world was suddenly on fire. My old friend, anxiety gripped me with the full measure of force. Or was it adrenaline? I had to admit, being excited. In fact, more than excited, I was very clearly aroused.

Besides, as she said, it was late to back out now. I took a deep breath and slowly slipped the shirt over my head.

“CUTE BUNS! Now kneel on the bed, back facing and legs spread while slowly moving your body down to the doggy position.”

I did as I was told

“Sweet. Now slowly lower your upper body so your forehead touches the pillow, and you are leaning on your forearms.”

Once again I complied

“What a sweet little asshole you have,” she observed adding, “I love looking at your asshole and the back of your balls. Most girls are disgusted by that, but I think it so cool to know something about another person’s most private area. It is like you have nothing left to hide. Well, not yet but soon.. Get back up on your knees and face the cam.”

Until this point, I was able to hide my penis from her by not facing the camera. But the gig was up, so to say. It was showtime indeed, and I was already hard.

“Look at you!! Is that for ME??“ she asked, adding, “It is!! You look as hard as a purple chisel. Don’t you have a girlfriend?” she asked|

“Not presently,” I replied adding, “I was involved in a relationship until about 6 months ago, but that ended.”

“When was the last time you came,” she asked. Again, I hesitated.

‘I ASKED YOU A QUESTION ANSWER ME!!”she insisted

“ A few days ago,” I replied

“Did you get laid?” she asked

“No,” I said

“So, you masturbated?”

“um, yeah,” I said sheepishly, unsure as to why I did

“Hah-ha,” she said giggling.

“Nice body grooming too! Do you shave your body hair?”

“ Umm, yes I do sometimes”

I heard her giggle a bit again. She then said, “Show me how you masturbate. I want to see you play with yourself. Right now. On cam”

“ I don’t know that I can do that,” I responded

“By the looks of things, you certainly CAN. “Do you use lube?”

“Yes,” I said

Her manner suddenly changed from being demanding to nurturing. I am not sure how or why, but the change in her demeanor had an unexpected impact on me. I suddenly felt more at ease. I decided to give into the moment.

Then, almost whispering she said, “OK honey. Be a good boy and lie back on the bed, close your eyes, lube your dick, and play with yourself. Let me see how you do it. I want to see you cum for me”

A sense of calm continued to fill me. I can’t really explain it, but something in her tone and words lifted my anxiety. I just wanted to please her.

I laid back with my back against the headboard and my legs splayed on the bed. I spread some lube on my hand, then slowly on my dick. I began stroking.

“umm… very nice, you look so sweet,” she said, sweetly before adding, “That’s right. There we go. Come on, it’s alright. It’s just you and me.. no one else is here and I want you to. Let me watch you stroke your dick. Just relax and let it happen. It’s OK”

I felt it coming. I couldn’t stop now if I wanted to. It was coming fast, and it was coming hard.

Finally, I heard myself moan, “I am going to cumm!!”

“Are you a messy boy?? Are you going to make a big mess for me??”

“Yes… Oh God…”

“ Come on messy boy.,” she encouraged adding, Let’s see it. Drain yourself for me. I want to see it all”

That is all it took. My stream went a good four feet in the air.

“Come one….all of it,” I heard her say, and another stream flew out of my cock, like a rocket launch. Then a 4th and 5th

I kept my eyes closed for just a minute trying to recover. My legs felt so weak.

I looked back up on the screen, she was no longer there.

Finally, I was spent wondering if that were the end of it, or if I would ever hear from her again.

The answer to that question would come the very next day.

[Qwerto1232]

Great story, hope we get more chapters. Especially after this sentence :"interests in CFNM, OTK spanking, tickling, supervised masturbation, and even anal play"
Expect the tickling all of the rest checks my interest. Keep it going.

[tim409]

Great story, hope we get more chapters. Especially after this sentence :"interests in CFNM, OTK spanking, tickling, supervised masturbation, and even anal play"
Expect the tickling all of the rest checks my interest. Keep it going.

I agree, I love those things too and males need to learn that if a woman or girl tells them to do something they should do it. If they tell them to strip naked, they should be naked in a moment or two and they should not cover their genitals nor should they expect the woman or girl to expose themselves just because they and other males are naked.

[Skylar21]

...males need to learn that if a woman or girl tells them to do something they should do it. If they tell them to strip naked, they should be naked in a moment or two and they should not cover their genitals nor should they expect the woman or girl to expose themselves just because they and other males are naked.

Exactly! This web cam activity is good practice for the guy as it will prepare him for when he gets into a relationship with a woman in the future. He will be used to following commands from a woman or girl.

Not being obedient may be why he broke up in the first place. I like that the woman or girl giving the commands is anonymous. As he said of her voice, it could be anyone, maybe even someone he knows.