The other day, I posted a little personal musing on X (formerly Twitter) about spring fashion.
While gazing at lovely spring outfits that make my heart flutter,
I find myself unconsciously imagining a masochist beside me—
on all fours, connected to a collar and leash.
This is what’s known as a CFNM scenario.
CFNM stands for Clothed Female & Naked Male.
I actually keep a collar and leash tucked away in my personal bag that I carry with me every day.
I don’t feel at ease without them,
and besides, you never know when—or in what situation—an opportunity might arise.
Sessions in full bondage outfits, of course, allow you to trip completely into a non-realistic world.
That almost goes without saying.
But CFNM is different.
It places perversion—something alien and deviant—right in the middle of everyday space, as if it naturally belongs there.
That sense of ambivalence is what makes it irresistibly appealing.
The masochistic nature you keep secret
is probably something you camouflage in your daily life, doing everything you can to avoid being found out.
CFNM doesn’t allow that.
Instead, it forcibly transforms you into a smaller, lesser existence.
By confronting you with inescapable shame and perversion,
your value as a man is gradually stripped away as you’re toyed with.
In the end, what are you—
a toy? Livestock? Or perhaps some other kind of creature?
Well, in any case, I especially like the reactions of masochists.
Teasing a pitiful masochist who isn’t even allowed to look at the female body,
and making him dance around his own fragile position, is great fun.
Sometimes, I even keep it a secret from the masochist—
slipping a bondage outfit beneath my everyday clothes,
then suddenly stripping it off to completely change the direction of the scene.
Seeing that look of surprise is delightful.
You all tend to be more deeply possessed by this allure than I expect,
so creating an unpredictable world together—while sharing that thrill—
is, to me, pure happiness.