As I pulled up to Lynne's horse farm, I couldn't help but roll my eyes at Kevin's outdated fashion sense. He was standing outside, wearing a pair of baggy jeans and a stained t-shirt that had seen better days.
"Nice outfit," I called out as I climbed out of my truck, unable to resist the playful insult.
Kevin looked down at his clothes and shrugged. "I was just about to change. What are you wearing?"
I glanced down at my own outfit, a pair of tight jeans that accentuated my curves and a fitted t-shirt that hugged my chest. "I'm dressed for a day of work on the farm. Unlike some people."
Kevin chuckled and shook his head. "You always know how to make me feel welcome, Lynne."
I grinned and walked over to him, my eyes taking in every inch of his muscular frame. "I have a proposition for you," I said, my voice low and sultry.
Kevin raised an eyebrow. "I'm listening."
I explained my idea for the CFnm experiment, watching as Kevin's eyes widened in surprise. "I think it will be interesting to explore the power dynamics and vulnerability it will bring," I said, my voice full of conviction.
Kevin hesitated, but ultimately agreed, intrigued by the idea. I laid out the ground rules: Kevin would be nude, but I would remain clothed. He would not be allowed to wear clothes for the entire week, and I would always be fully dressed.
Kevin began to undress, and I couldn't help but notice the flush on his cheeks and the bulge in his boxers. I teased him mercilessly, commenting on his "tiny package" and how it was no match for mine.
Kevin tried to hide his embarrassment, but my playful insults only made him more aroused. I put him to work, assigning him tasks that required him to be on his hands and knees. As he worked, I couldn't help but stare at his exposed body, taking in every inch of him.
I decided to test Kevin's vulnerability, asking him to perform tasks that required him to be even more exposed. Kevin complied, trying to ignore his growing arousal.
As I watched him, I couldn't help but notice the way his body responded to my teasing. I decided to take things to the next level, telling him that he wasn't allowed to touch himself without my permission.
Kevin tried to resist, but the combination of my teasing and the power dynamics of the situation proved too much. I caught him masturbating and scolded him, telling him that he wasn't allowed to without my permission.
The experiment had just begun, and I could already tell that it was going to be a wild ride.
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