When I came across the acronym CFNM on Twitter recently associated with Femdom (Female Domination), I was instantly curious to find out what it meant. I was surprised to learn that in actual fact, the philosophy behind CFNM (Clothed Female Naked Male) was not news to me at all. As it turns out, I have been practising my own variant of it for years but I have to acknowledge that when I am faced with a choice between CFNM, and its flip side CMNF (Clothed Male Naked Female) I will invariably choose the latter option.
One of my favourite things about the nature of fetishism is that almost any kink has a name. To determine one fetish from another, however, the correct designation becomes necessary. My understanding of CFNM “Clothed Female/Naked Male” is based on my interest and practice of FemDom or Female Domination. The fetishistic value of a CFNM scenario lies in the asymmetrical power relationship of its participants to the way in which they are dressed. A fully dressed woman, or group of women, can be placed in direct fetishistic contrast to a naked man, or group of men.
Nakedness often compels vulnerability, reticence and shame when the other member, or members of a scene are dressed and have the dominant role. A CFNM scenario can explore sexual or non-sexual practices, male submission fantasies and/or elements of male display, performance or exhibitionism. Female domination becomes a natural extension of these forms of gender identity roleplaying. In contrast, CMNF (Clothed Male Naked Female) is often associated with male dominance and female submission, however, in my experience, its quite the opposite.
I apply the ideas of CMNF in my own way and I prefer to turn them on their head.
For me, nakedness does not have to equate with feelings of submission. I do not feel the need to be dressed as a domme to be naturally dominant. The opposite has become the norm. When I play with the assumed “rules” of CMNF, it is my fully clothed male partner who is the submissive one and my nakedness makes me feel powerful and provocative.
In my version of the scenario, the male is dressed formally in a hyper-masculine business suit with a collar and tie, cuff-links and polished shoes. In this way, he is a function of my desire and his job is to worship my nakedness. His sexual needs are of no importance to me at all. My desires are only accentuated by the knowledge of the physical restrictions to his arousal. I imagine his erection, compressed and controlled by his clothes while he applies his fingers and tongue to me. His sexual presence is subordinated to what my libido craves.
In my latest book, The Mask of Venus (La máscara de Venus) I go into great detail about a past relationship that was based on my version of CMNF. At that time, my fantasy had not yet earned a name or an acronym. It was just the natural order of events needed to satiate my desire for constant full-body worship from a fully-clothed man. In this case Guillaume, my well-dressed worshipper, supplied me with sensual massage and constant oral sex without ever anticipating anything in return. I was in charge, always demanding that my capricious needs were met without delay. The fact that I never once needed to see, or feel his erection made my authority over his unacknowledged virility even more complete.
My sole concession to his desires was to wear a pair of high heels which made my nakedness seem even more overt.
I did not treat him to that vision very often.
Here are some recent nude images of me.
The full set can be seen on my MEMBERS AREA 
I think you might mean, “NFCM”. The top goes first, you see.