Sole purpose

NSFW

As ever, the days were being counted until my next visit to the salon. Optimistically, I want to say that, after many years of treatment, hair growth is seemingly really slowing down now and every appointment seems to acknowledge that and there is usually a slight struggle to work out what needs doing and whether pushing the removal will encourage rather than discourage growth patterns.

My last salon trip was, I’ll admit, arranged out of convenience so that I could meet and service a new cock, one that had been talked about for some time between us, that had been told about me and had subsequently expressed an interest in taking advantage of my apparently very good cock sucking skills.

However, I was prepared for what was perceived to be the usual pattern – broadly to go for the appointment, get waxed as applicable but still service a cock or two, either my regular or at least one brought in for me.

For this, I would be in the familiar position of being naked, stretched out on the treatment table and prepared by him to use and/or for use per se. In fact, given that I knew I would be serving a new cock, I had already decided that when it entered the room, I would subserviently be knelt on the floor, near the full length mirror, in my place, at the right level and where eye contact was not part of any arrangement.

On arrival at the salon, all was quiet, no one was around. The door chime signalled my arrival into reception. Within a few seconds, he emerged from the treatment room itself. I uttered some sort of pleasantry which frankly didn’t matter. He quickly said “We’re ready for you”.

This was unfamiliar territory. I wasn’t familiar with being brought into a situation. I WAS used to being the situation, having already stripped naked and having stretched out on the treatment table or being stood ready for inspection and subsequent use and those coming in to use the sub and stripping off to do so.

On entry, I was met with the site of the new aroused cock stretched out on the treatment table, in some state of preparation and readiness. Still processing the unfamiliar territory and scene in front of me, I heard some words from my regular cock and mentor which seemed to be of some sort of options.

I fairly swiftly undressed fully, but placed my clothes on a chair. My place there had already long been set – that being to service him orally. Whilst I undressed, I noted that my regular cock and mentor was bending over to briefly suck them.

In the day or so before, I had seen a 10 minute video online of a woman beginning service on a cock and took a particular mental note of the methods she had applied, rather than simply plunging up and down the shaft.

There might have been a brief exchange of pleasantries and greetings but I had soon bent over to begin applying those practices, gently licking his recently waxed balls despite being told that they might taste of what had been applied. Those methods of kissing, licking and sucking were clearly being watched by my mentor.

The new cock made approving sounds and said that what I was doing felt good. I knew that he had been pre-sold my apparent abilities. As my focus continued on the prepared new cock, I was conscious that my mentor, in a standing position on the other side of the treatment table, was lovingly caressing my back, his hard and thick cock protruding out of my eye line but remarked upon by the outstretched cock as to how warm it was. This, I would soon discover for myself.

After a few minutes, the new cock was offered the option to be serviced in a standing position with me sat in the chair on which my clothes had been hurriedly laid a few minutes before.

Ever the submissive, I simply complied with what had been proposed and assumed the position, placing my clothes on the floor, and sitting whilst the two cocks closed in around me, both able to take advantage of the imagery below them and that of the reflection in the full length mirror which was to my immediate right.

My job was to service the cocks before me, the bodies towering above. I was slightly aware that my mentor was playing with the other cock’s body, bum cheeks, hole and balls.

As I continued orally servicing this new cock, I reached up to his nipples and played with them when my right hand wasn’t cupping his balls. My left hand was gripped around my mentor’s much harder, thicker and warmer cock. I knew I was predominantly there to service the new cock but didn’t neglect either of those available to me, taking turns, the new cock, cooler, softer, narrower, spending time up and down each shaft or alternating sucks every few seconds or so, the size, firmness and temperature varying.

Every now and again, the new cock would leak pre-cum or get close to cumming and express a wish to break off for a minute or two to recover. Sometimes, I would suck, other times, they would use my mouth as a cock sleeve, thrusting in and out whilst my tongue and mouth worked it.

All of the time though, there were gasps and words of pleasure at my service, saying how good it felt. When I wasn’t servicing or holding my mentor’s comparatively more impressive manhood, he was ever more eagerly masturbating it and getting close and reaching down to lovingly and encouragingly caress and stroke my back and stroke the short hair on my head. I wasn’t totally sure but I think my mentor was vigorously fingering the other cock’s hole. I remember concluding this whilstreaching around to feel his waxed bum cheeks.

Together, they exchanged the view that they could continue with things as they were all day, moaning with pleasure in between. My mentor praised the new cock for lasting so long having previously told me in private that he was prone to premature ejaculation.

At one point, my mentor led with further options for his project’s use by telling him that “He likes to be fucked if you wanted”. This was met by a seemingly fascinated murmur but it went no further. I didn’t mind.

Whilst I was cock watching, the new cock seemed to be regularly clock watching but also reasoned on more than one occasion that they still had a few more minutes or could find them.

Kissing and nuzzling his cock, licking and teasing, I held his cooler, more slender shaft and slapped it on my left cheek as I took one of his balls into my mouth and gently sucked on it, again, much to his pleasure. After a few minutes, I swapped over to the other before returning to work both shafts.

Still, I was being treated to pre-cum from both cocks which I hungrily and gratefully consumed, mumuring with my mouth full to acknowledge the taste and texture of alpha nectar I was being fed. All of the time, they were acknowledging the view in the mirror and saying how good it looked.

After a quite a few minutes, the new cock said he was getting close to cumming having been almost continuously extolling the pleasure he was getting and how good my cock sucking skills apparently were. My regular cock and mentor (who seemed ever more eager to cum however and wherever) was speaking to him about me but not to me, the beta sub, and encouraged him to “cum down his throat as he will swallow”.

Moments later, he came, prolonged and heavily into my mouth which I could feel continuing to fill. I remained fully attached to collect every – single – drop. He seemed to withdraw when he was ready to do so and I was merely remaining in service until then.

I held the load in my mouth, opening it wide like a proper cum slut to show the two what I had taken from the new cock.

When I swallowed, I realised just how heavy and thick the load was, the sheer volume seeming to fill every inch of my throat as it went down. I relished it and told him how good it was.

Load number two from my regular cock wasn’t long behind. His thicker, harder and warmer, very much edged cock opened my eager mouth further as I went in search of more cum to hungrily swallow. Again, a heavy, creamy, thick and worked load emptied into my mouth and was held there before being shown to them both then dutifully, hungrily and gratefully swallowed.

I then somewhat proudly said: “I’m a bit of a cum slut these days I’m afraid”. [Although quite what I was afraid of, despite this being a turn of phrase, I don’t know].

This was referenced in reply by my regular cock who then immediately emphasised his need to have a safe word ready for him to employ due to his sub’s hunger for cock and cum.

Whilst the new cock backed away and began to dress, my mentor also covered up but stood proudly over his protege as I sat in a cum fuelled haze, beginning to play with my flaccid tiny cock as their small talk ensued punctuated by his suggestion that I was such a very good cock sucker but straight and married with it. I modestly rebuffed the praise as I had done before inwardly declaring my bisexuality these days.

“Does he cum too?” the new cock enquired. “He does and he will swallow it as well” came the reply as they continued to talk about me but not to me, the cum slut sub.

I seemed to have been holding off on cumming until I was told to do so and acknowledged this as an instruction.

Still sitting, legs spread, I came heavily and plentifully into a cupped hand, determined to catch every drop but the convulsions of orgasm did see some drops fall to the floor and possibly over the leading edge of the chair on which I felt sure already lay cum stains of old.

I swallowed a third load in as many minutes and continued to sit there feeding off my endlessly leaking cock tip for minutes upon end whilst the two began chattering about sexuality and the gender spectrum, them fully clothed, and juxtaposed by my nakedness and vulnerability. I was remaining naked partially to expect to then receive my body waxing treatment.

Eventually, I had finished consuming every available drop of semen but as I did so, it was concluded that there was neither time nor need for any waxing. The cock introduced for the day offered his grateful thanks which I politely reciprocated as he left the room and was let off the premises.

My regular cock and mentor had soon breezed back in to the room, declaring “You just keep getting better!” adding that I had done very well. Having begun to dress, I modestly and humbly rebuffed the praise stating that “I just do what I do”. He replied stating that he would have to find some more cocks for me. Inside, I brimmed with excitement and three loads of fresh, warm and tasty semen.

Having already acknowledged the existence of a booking for the next appointment, he asked me if I was still enjoying the taste of cum in my mouth. I murmured contentedly by reply having met my sole purpose.

Taken completely by surprise

It was just another day in the office. That day, I had dressed in a black spider basque, see through thong and lace topped stockings.

As usual, my ever more increasingly useless, tiny and lifeless cock was confined within its default chastity device – The Hive – very short length, very restricting and needing the foreskin to be rolled back to ensure that, when it was time for a call of nature, an owned sub could easily sit as a sub should sit, to do its business.

The chastity device was the most comfortable it had been in a long time, the pro-size plug feeling apparent yet totally natural, long term placement at the desk meaning I was so very deeply embedded on it.

The day was mundane – as usual – all run of the mill stuff. I was using breaks to exchange DMs on kink social media and adhering to regular fluid intake throughout the day allowed breaks to stretch the legs and nip to the loo for that aforementioned sub sit down.

I was forced into an early lunch due to a long conference call scheduled for most of the afternoon.

With around 75% of the call done, the chair called a 10 minute comfort break. I quickly strode off to make the best of the opportunity to break off and pay a visit.

I had stripped off to my lingerie and dropped my panties and was preparing to sit in my now familiar position to wee. I didn’t get a chance.

I quickly realised that I was about to involuntarily cum and, as a cum slut, long since conditioned to not waste any semen, quickly moved a finger down to the chastity slit near my cock tip and reveled in the sweet taste of unexpected milked sub semen.

I equally quickly realised that this wasn’t the end of my involuntary light orgasm, and cupped a hand underneath to catch several drips that I knew were quickly going to fall whilst the rest dribbled out of my cage and gradually began running down my balls, collected as they were in the chastity ring and pronounced forward.

Satisfied that there was no more cum that would drip, I lifted the cupped hand to mouth and hungrily snaffled the cum up. I reached for my phone to capture some images of the key moment, acutely aware there was a quantity of semen still nestling and slowly leaking into and out of the slit of my chastity cage and with some cum still resting on my smooth and protruding balls.

Anticipating a sub’s sit down wee, my see through panties, were underneath the suspender straps of my spider basque, down at my stocking tops but were spattered with drops of cum. I bent over and brought my panties to mouth; hungrily sucking and licking the cum from them periodically when it was noticed.

Whilst I had leaked semen before, it had not been anywhere near this extent and in any case, in those instances, I was fully aware it was happening.

In this instance, I certainly wasn’t expecting to cum until quite literally a second before it happened and I was in a state of disbelief that it had happened yet was also celebrating it and some. I was actually somewhat jubilant and was quietly but repeatedly whispering the word “Wow!” to myself from the confines of the room, as I stood there, still stripped down to my lingerie, chastity and plug.

This was, as I saw it, some sort of progress, development, a barrier smashed through as I continue on my journey as a developing submissive, a locked, plugged lingerie crossdressed sub conditioned so much now that it could ruin from anal – a late 2023 achievement – and now, in 2024, was prone to involuntary leaking of pre-cum, albeit plugged with a very large plug and foreskin arguably rolled back in my very short restrictive and regular chastity device arguably heightening sensitivity.

Driven by the euphoria of the experience of leaking cum so much, I felt the essential need to share the moment with Mistress via DM as soon as possible.

With the taste of beta semen still in my mouth and with gradual leaking still taking place from my locked, denied, tiny and lifeless excuse for a cock, I continued to collect whatever cum I could, constantly sweeping across the slit in my chsstity cage, bringing the collected cum to mouth to further consolidate and revel in the taste of it in my mouth – ever more hooked on cum and ever more becoming a cum slut.

I craved more and felt that I was close to cumming again – arguably ruining – with enough stimulation so began periodically driving my pro-sized plug deep into my tight hole, feeling my prostate being pounded and an orgasm starting to build.

I adjusted my position momentarily as I stood when, suddenly, again, and unexepectedly, a shot of weak, watery semen powered out but hit the floor. I was not ready for this and cursed at what had been lost whilst collecting what I could from my still leaking chastity cage slit.

Again and again, I swept a finger across it, feeding repeatedly on every possible remaining drop of this precious nectar.

Back in the office, I was acutely aware that the 10 minute break had long expired but my focus was still on getting more cum and pounding my hole with the plug.

I was to be unsuccessful in my quest but acknowledged the need to remain horny, ready and hot for cock and cum of which I knew there was to be more of before the week was out – but I was so ready for it in that moment.

Moments later, I reached the point where it really was time to get back to the desk so pulled up my cum soaked but licked clean panties, covered up and returned to my desk, finding time to begin writing the impromptu blog and sharing my experience with a Fabswingers status update which was instantly met with offers of more semen for an ever hungry sexually developed cum and cock slut and repeated calls as to where I was to collect their loads, yet practically was to prevent.

Nevertheless, my training and my amazing journey as a sub, continues…

A sub’s rightful place…

When to Lock his Cock

If you want it, it’s there.

NSFW

There was something quite definite about the next salon appointment. A while back, circumstances might have meant that only the business of the day – waxing – was to take place but that hasn’t been the case for some time now. Each time, his cock is serviced as payment for body waxing, each time, his load is ultimately swallowed.

But as of late 2023, promises of bringing in other cocks when circumstances aligned finally came to fruition and, since then, the aim to bring more cocks in has advanced, talk of doing so has become more regular, and his aim to ensure it happens has become more of focus, appointments strategically scheduled at a point at which the logistics for opportunities are more assured and less or not at all opportunistic.

It was therefore with great excitement that I looked forward to my most recent appointment which was completed the other day. I knew that the same cocks I had met in the previous November were returning and in the appointment slot straight after me. I was practically salivating at the prospects, my vivid imagination running in overdrive.

Having arrived early once more, after a few minutes of waiting in reception, I was ushered into the warm and familiar surroundings of the treatment room, a hand assuringly grazing an arm of my coat as I entered, being left alone to strip off.

After a few minutes of being at one with my raging thoughts, he came in and instantly applied himself to assessing what areas of my body needed waxing. I quickly and assertively replied: “Everything!”.

With a quietly whispered indication of what was to come, it was determined that I would get on my front and get my back and bum waxed, even though the growth was only on the cusp of being ready to be removed.

The conversation was overtly sexual – running through the possibilities, not only from the cocks that were coming in, but the developments regarding a very well endowed man who had been consulted over being serviced by me, the only barrier being of finding the right opportunity. My mind went into overdrive thinking about the size of the biggest cock ever serviced but knew that was for another day. He said he was doing his best for me.

As I lay stretched out on my front, I knew there would be a time that he would ask me to get up on all fours for my bum to be intimately waxed. Anticipating that one cock may well end up fucking me, he ensured that the right treatment was applied to my seemingly appreciated behind.

He was expecting the two cocks to arrive and left me for a few minutes, asking me to maintain the position on all fours, whilst he checked the situation outside the treatment room. Whilst alone, I glanced in the mirror, my only view being of my raised and waxed smooth behind and my lower legs.

He returned and began gently caressing the curves of my bum cheeks as I watched, in the reflection, moving in from time to time to gently tease my hole and crack, cock, balls and perineum.

After a while, he determined that there was time for him to begin being serviced. He undid his trousers and slid them down followed by his undies and had soon slotted his hard and very wet cock into my warm and willing mouth. Hungry for cock per se, I once again devoured him, deep throating, tonguing, licking, sucking, swallowing any pre-cum, sucking his balls, and when attached, gently bobbing back and forth, one hand cupping his balls, the other reaching round to clench and feel a bum cheek.

I was merely happy to service him but he was keeping one ear out for the salon door chime ringing, anticipating the arrival of the cocks that may well be joining us soon.

Whether or not they would indeed be joining us though was by no means assumed nor assured. They were also due to be waxed and our last group sex session also resulted in me being waxed, but not them. It was their choice on arrival then as to what happened on this occasion.

When the door chime rang, he promptly pulled out of my mouth, leaving me laid out on the top of the treatment table, essentially just a cock sleeve left ready for being picked up again at will. As he left the room, he was forcing himself back into his undies and jeans.

Laid on my side, alone, my backside having been oiled up already, I looked back in the mirror and played with my own bum crack and hole in the same way he had been doing, before contentedly rolling on to my back, essentially preparing to be imminently used.

Outside, he had invited them, if they wanted, to enter the treatment room whenever they wished and indulge – essentially telling them that if they wanted it, it was there.

He left them outside in reception to return to my side, explaining the options he had given them, i.e., to use me and have me or to decide waxing was more important. He had told them what he would be doing, i.e., that if they elected to join us, they would find he was being sucked by me.

He had quickly uncovered, released and reinserted his cock back into my mouth allowing me to resume servicing him, but I was excitedly anticipating the opening of the door behind me and of them coming in as expected. I was simply there for the taking.

After what must have been a couple of minutes, I heard the door open and in they came, behind me, out of sight.

I was merely attentively continuing to suck my regular cock whilst conscious that they were getting undressed behind me. I wasn’t really conscious of them as people, just that they were cocks that needed servicing. As they undressed, they were idly chit chatting and casually laughing between themselves. I heard things but I wasn’t listening to what they were as I continued to work on the cock inside my mouth, laid on my side on the treatment table.

Ever the sub, I wasn’t leading. I wasn’t making decisions as to what happened to me, how and when. It was only after quite a few more minutes of being serviced that he invited one of the cocks to come around to be sucked.

It didn’t matter which one it was. I made no eye contact above crotch level. My eyes were solely on the hardening cock which approached and entered my eye line. I already had an idea of what I wanted to do to take it and hopped off the treatment table to kneel before it. There was some general commentary as it happened and a hint of surprise in their voices.

Taking it in my mouth, I was acutely conscious of its cool temperature from having been outside in the winter chill. It quickly hardened and warmed in my already worked and ready mouth though.

I overheard a comment from one of the cocks as to how warm my mentor’s cock was. He replied to confirm that it had been very much being serviced by me to get to that state.

My mind was playing back imagery seen in videos on line – the cock sucker kneeling on the floor, hard cocks standing all around – the term being “snake pitting” I believe – and focused on making this fantasy a reality.

As I began servicing cock number two, one hand cupping his balls, I reached up with the other to grab my regular cock and play with it. I was aware that the third cock was standing behind me but wasn’t aware of what it was doing.

My mentor, my regular cock, was then heard to talk about and not to me, praising how well I sucked cock for a what was declared as a straight man. There were murmurs and words of agreement but they were largely lost to me.

As I continued servicing the second cock in my mouth, the first of the two to have joined us, I said to myself that I was actually not straight but bisexual. It mattered little because I was doing what I seemed to be made for – sucking cock.

The cock I was servicing was merely standing there whilst the slut knelt beneath doing its thing. This must have gone on for quite a few minutes.

Eventually though, my mentor decided to switch things up and invited me to get to my feet and allow one of the cocks to fuck me. I didn’t need a second time of asking and quickly stood up and bent over the treatment table facing the full length mirror.

The first of the two other cocks, the one I had been most recently servicing, remained behind me, whilst the other I was yet to begin work on went around the side where my head now was.

Quietly, he slotted into my cock hungry mouth as my third cock of the day. Behind me, my mentor was helping the first of the two cocks to lube me up and take me. 

There was a momentary struggle as physiology and body position was not conducive to penetration, but with a little help, he entered me bareback and started thrusting to begin the spitroast. The power of the thrusts shunted me and the treatment table across the laminate floor causing the need for constant readjustment.

Admittedly, it wasn’t easy for him and after re-entering me again, I adjusted my position to be as accommodating as possible, keen to be soundly fucked, and with distant thoughts of perhaps being finally bred.

Again, the struggle to fuck a 6ft tall sub with long legs seemed tricky for them. I did my best to help and lowered my bum, or raised a leg onto the treatment table and then offered to get on all fours on the floor, saying “Doggy?” as if any kind of clarity was needed. Sadly, being fucked was disappointingly brief. One of the two cocks would fuck me, the one that did, briefly, but the other one would not do that at all – I had previously been informed of that.

My mentor offered assurance that the issues in being able to successfully and soundly fuck the available sub slut were not a problem and suggested that cock number three, the second of the other two, hadn’t been sucked much so directed me to continue servicing it. I knelt down and began doing just that.

[In retrospect, I have since considered that I could have asked the cock that was fucking me to sit on the treatment table edge and for me to sit down upon him and bounce or be thrusted into – hindsight really is a wonderful thing!]

The session then turned into group sex rather than use of the available sub. My second cock, the cock that had just fucked me, was kneeling down at the feet of my mentor and very loudly slurping his cock whilst I was very quietly servicing the other.

I was slightly taken aback but not distracted by how loud the slurping was but was suddenly hit by a pang of jealousy even though I knew that others sucked my regular cock too. He had been invited to get naked, something I had never seen him do before but for which circumstances allowed. As I continued servicing the cock in my mouth, I looked up at my mentor as he was being sucked, perhaps seeking an approving look. He made eye contact and moaned with pleasure.

A few minutes later, and with the resumption of slurping behind me, I was still hungry to be fucked, and still servicing the other cock. With positions changed, I began seductively wiggling my smooth bum as a way of distraction. My mentor picked up on this and drew the attention of it to the other cocks. Suddenly, the focus had returned to using the kneeling sub slut.

I began alternating between my mentor’s cock and the cock I had been most recently servicing, alternate sucks and at one point, with both in my mouth at the same time before returning to just one.

The behaviour of the kneeling bottom wiggling slut led to the cock that had fucked me getting to the floor behind me and soundly fingering my hole whilst I continued servicing his friend.

“Make him cum!” I was urged by my mentor, still leading and controlling the activity. He began masturbating the shaft of the cock in my mouth whilst I sucked the tip of it. I seemed to lack the ability to bring him off as instructed and upped the ante of my cock sucking methods. Either that, or it was just that he was struggling, of senior years to me, to finish.

I pulled off and hung my mouth open off and slightly under his cock tip as he began masturbating to bring himself off into the waiting slut’s mouth.

Behind me, clearly stimulated by the slut’s position and behaviour, the cock that had been fingering and earlier, fucking me, got up and began fiercely, lustfully and ever more noisily masturbating standing above but behind me. A cum slut knows when it is time to collect a load by these noises and I very quickly pulled off the cock I had been servicing and turned to quickly attach as the masturbated cock began to cum. I was quick, but not quick enough and was starting to be covered in hot semen. Suddenly, all three cocks were cumming together, cum flying everywhere, me quickly drinking from the taps, collecting as much as I could in my mouth from each cock as they continued to unload over me and into my mouth. I was increasingly delighted with being cum covered for the first time, three loads either being collected and swallowed or having hit my shoulders, face, chest or crossed legs. These really were the actions of an ever developing, ever more hungry cum slut and I was celebrating being one.

My mentor congratulated his fellow standing cocks for the fact that they had all cum together at the same time. All three were standing above me, cleaning themselves up as I remained in a submissive floor sitting cum slut haze.

I was kindly offered some paper towel to clean the cum off my body. I politely declined. I was too busy constantly wiping three loads of sprayed cum from my face, chest, neck, legs and anywhere else where I could find it on my body, constantly finding more and bringing it to mouth, all the time scanning to ensure not a drop of their loads had hit the floor and had been therefore wasted. I was not disappointed. I had either already swallowed or was covered in every drop of their semen.

General chit chat ensued around me as I completed my cum collection and stood up. They had already begun dressing, ready to leave. Still naked, I lustfully and hornily stated I was still hungry for cum and began masturbating my largely limp and submissive cock. “He likes his cum!” my mentor extolled as my still overtly sexual actions now seemed in stark contrast to what was happening around me. A creamy thick load poured out and pooled into a cupped hand and was soon brought to mouth as a fourth and final load was swallowed. I could so easily have had more were it available – only it wasn’t – more was the pity.

With the slut’s haze having finally lifted, my attention fell to the chit chat in the room. I once again profusely apologised that they had gone without their waxing yet I had received my treatment before their arrival. It didn’t seem to matter given the priority given to them to be quickly booked back in.

The three senior cocks joked amongst themselves that they were “… getting too old for this” before everyone left the room, gratefully thanking me on the way, me thanking them in reply, leaving me to dress alone before I also left and joined them in reception. They were the last communal words spoken that day.

My perception was that we seemed slightly at odds at that point – clothing and apparent normality almost a barrier to acknowledgement of what had just happened behind the closed door of the treatment room – the inner sanctum if you like. My mentor spoke with them, but separately with me, to confirm future appointments. The two other cocks left the premises slightly ahead of me, allowing me, the cock slut, the cum slut, a few seconds with my mentor, to reflect on the last hour and reason that the next appointment, whilst feeling a long way in the future, was really not that far away at all.

We embraced and said farewell and I made my way home, staying discreetly behind and at distance from the other two gentlemen that I still couldn’t really say I knew to look at, because my place had been as a cum slut, at their feet and to collect the total of four loads that were now satisfactorily residing in my stomach and still coating my mouth and throat.

I was there if they wanted it. They certainly wanted it, and had it, and so did I.

It is not about how you start, it is about the journey…

Standby for a blog entry more like those of old – just for a change – after a bit of deep thinking was carried out.

For many years, I’ve been on a quest to understand how my crossdressing kink started, constantly seeking the answers to why, when, how and even where, particularly given that I am closeted and my activities have been and continue to be carried out in secret and in stark contrast to how many people see me and my place in life.

Quite what I expected upon finding the answers to these long asked questions, I don’t know. Additionally, perhaps there is at least a partial acceptance that I may never get the answers to any of them.

I suppose I’ve always been analytical and undoubtedly over think many things in my life. I’ve been told that I do by lots of people.

I find that there is safety in numbers, hypothetically speaking. Being part of kink communities online offers appropriate encouragement and sustainance rather than the opposite.

Today, I might just have brought the constant asking of questions to an end purely by speaking to a lovely new contact on line via DM, a self declared sissy who is half my age.

I asked them how they started and the long and short of it is that they didn’t really know. For them, it was related to a physical and emotional response to material things and moments in life.

This was landmark moment for me. I just concluded that there really isn’t a starting point per se – more so, just slow, steady, gentle, covert , almost unnoticeable development over a very long time.

So, at last, my conclusion is that it isn’t about how you start, it is about the journey you’re on.

Today, that makes me feel great and somehow, calmer, more settled and at one with myself.

Anyway, I must now refocus on my journey, and what a journey it is so far and looks to be in the future.

Becoming a sex toy

I was very early for my next body wax appointment. So much so that I had to sit in reception in a comfy chair and continued reading a Literotica story about a trained cock sucker who was beginning to service more and more cocks and swallow more and more cum.

Anyway, the start time of my appointment passed by a few minutes when he came to greet me, opened the treatment room door and ushered me in, a hand tenderly and warmly grazing my coated body.

Another of those timestamps in my life had finally come around again. I stripped off and stood, as I usually do, ready, body language indicating availability for use as required.

I must have stood there submissively but alone for a few minutes but acknowledged the return of a full length mirror to the room. My smart phone was not, as usual, tucked away in a coat or trouser pocket but instead, was ledged on a unit top, me hoping for an opportunity to take a first ever shot of me being used, particularly with a cock in my mouth.

I reached for the phone, and, still standing there, resumed scrolling through the same story I had been scrolling through moments before, asking myself all the time but without looking, whether my cock was stirring below at the erotic content and trying to fathom out whether it should or shouldn’t be doing anything but accepting that it wasn’t its place to stir much if at all.

My mind contemplated what to do with the phone when he came in. Should I casually place it on the top of the treatment table to keep it handy to use, or return it to the unit top? When he came in the room, discretion became the better part of valour and I rather unambitiously placed it back on to the unit top.

The default position from the outset at each appointment is to inspect the extent of hair growth across my body and establish what needs removing. This, he duly did, but concluding that, finally, the extent of hair growth did seem to be slowing down before asserting himself to the task in hand, to wax, took the official position that there would be time for play afterwards, if I wanted it.

With a giggle, I asked him if that was a rhetorical question before stretching out on my back as instructed for a chest and underarm wax. The conversation was by no means chit chat, which was, these days, largely consigned to the extreme margins of my appointments and usually only brief. We were, instead, talking about the same prospective cocks as before, one, particularly large and having expressed an interest in being serviced by me at some point. 

He referenced the need to make the logistics work for these sorts of things, i.e., when we would be in the premises alone for what would essentially be a lock in for things to well and truly open up.

He also referenced the two cocks with whom I had my first ever group sex session back in November who were due to be visiting the salon after my next imminent appointment.

He mused over what they would do to me at that time and that, perhaps, the one that struggled to fuck me last time (when I wasn’t in the best position laid on my side on the treatment table with another cock in my mouth), could be in a better position to properly fuck me that time. I replied determinedly positively.

The erotic thoughts were making him hard in his jeans and he encouraged me to seek verification by rubbing his firming crotch.

Whilst I was stretched out, he told me – twice – that I gave the best blow jobs he had ever had – and he emphasised that he had had a few – and that I was the only one with whom he felt confident to stretch out on the treatment table himself and be serviced. He didn’t do that with any other client – he said.

In response, twice, I humbly but gratefully rebuffed the praise saying, as I had done many times before, that I had received absolutely no cock sucking training from anyone or anything in particular.

With the main chest wax done, he sensually smoothed lotion across my torso, sweeping teasingly across my erect nipples.

Then, he asked me to sit up on the edge of the table to tidy up the top of my chest and shoulders. Realising I was slightly out of view of the full length mirror, I audibly acknowledged the piece of furniture to him and shuffled along the edge – fully into view – and sat up straight but opened my legs.

With the tidy up completed, he once more reached for some cooling and moisturising lotion and smeared it across my body, this time, more sexually tweaking both my nipples before applying some to my limp, tiny and largely useless cock even though no waxing happens down there anymore.

The sexual tension began ramping up as he began using his toy once more and ever more intensely. I leant back, hands gripping the edge of the treatment table allowing him to gently reach under my balls, playing with them, moving to my perineum and hole and playing with my still largely limp, lifeless and tiny but ever so slightly stimulated subby cock which generally refused to respond.

He undid and dropped his jeans and dropped his black undies too. His cock – my regular cock – was free, hard and wet for me.

As I sat on the edge of the treatment table, legs spread, cock, balls, hole and body being used however and whenever he wished, I slowly and sensuously caressed and worked his cock with my hands for a few minutes.

My mind was so very much on getting his cock in my mouth though and I had soon hopped off the treatment table, to stand along side in front of the mirror, both of us standing side on to it to take occasional views of the reflection. I was yearning to suck his cock and quickly dropped to my knees, instantly devouring it in the many ways I seem to have learnt.

His cock was fully serviced, sucked, licked, kissed, tongued, pre-cum hungrily and lustfully taken and swallowed with murmurs of approval on my part and his. 

He commented on how good the scene looked in the mirror, reminding me to glance at my reflection – yes – mine – me – no one else – with a cock in my mouth and locked eye contact with myself for the odd split second before returning the focus to front and centre. I deep throated him, nose against his body, and ensuring my breathing was fully under control, held it there for some considerable time, all the while, swirling my tongue around his shaft, him gasping and moaning with pleasure. I drew off and licked down his shaft to his balls, taking one in my mouth and sucking it gently before breaking off again as his cock returned to focus.

Along the way, he beckoned me to stand from my subservient kneeling position in order to save my knees from the hard laminate floor but I responded that I knew my place, that being to kneel at the feet of cock and service it. I did however adjust my position in order to be able to look in the mirror to my right from time to time.

After a few more minutes, he did however get me to stand up, with ideas to use his submissive in another way. He wanted my hole to finger as his lust built through such intense and prolonged cock sucking.

As two cocks were being worked together, mine more or less refusing to be stimulated, ever more merely a useless appendage these days, he bent down to firmly suck my left nipple for a few seconds. I loved it. I was reveling at being so overwhelmingly and lustfully used. This, I concluded, was what I was really meant for. My body was merely there to be used these days and there was quite simply no doubt in my mind whatsoever.

After attending to the nipple to his satisfaction, he rose back up and lustfully kissed and nuzzled my neck, his facial bristles adding to the sensation as his use of my consenting body continued.

Momentarily, I raised a leg on to the treatment table before realising that he was enjoying the view in the mirror behind me so quickly readjusted back. I must have been standing off centre from the mirror reflection as he was craning his neck to see to the edges of it at what he really wanted to see – my admired backside.

He was lusting to have my hole lubricated, indicating that he would round the head of the treatment table, obtain some cream and return. I said that I would join him there as the thought of a mirror reflection of whatever was going to happen became of major interest to me.

I had barely (no pun intended) got round the other side before cream was being spread down my bum crack and to my hole. I bent over to offer him a clear opportunity to complete his work in that moment, but this was a green light for him to take me. I had indicated that I wanted fucking purely by bending over.

I shuffled forward to allow a clear shot of everything in the mirror and bent over again. He was soon inside me and I celebrated the moment by telling him that I just needed fucking in general. The mirror reflected in no uncertain terms that it really was me getting fucked, acknowledging that he was both behind and inside me – bareback. 

After a few minutes, he pulled out, telling me just how tight my hole was and just how much I was making him want to cum inside me.

Again, I said that it was what I generally needed – that I needed flooding with hot semen and be bred for the first time and start being filled on a regular basis. This remained a hard red line for him though, as it had done before. (But one thing he has told me before is that if I consent, other cocks can breed me. Last time there was an opportunity in November, I did not feel that I was ready. Months later, I feel that I am now ready to be bred, although the preference is always to swallow every drop of semen.)

With the briefest of respite, he had taken me again at the same pace that he had before. “Fuck me!” I implored him as my cock and cum slut fuelled fire became a raging Inferno.

His cock had received what he indicated had been a mind blowing blow job and, again, he was edged and close. Again, as he pounded me, he commented on how tight I was. I suggested an element of surprise by telling him how I had been pro-sized plugged for two office days earlier in the week and would be so again the next day. 

After a short while, he pulled out again, for fear of cumming inside me, a) as it was a red line for him but more so b) he wasn’t done yet, but said he still wanted my ass and stretched out on the treatment table, his still hardened cock pointing straight up. Standing with my bum close to his head, diagonal to the treatment table, I plunged back down onto his cock, ass to mouth, the taste of the cream of no real consequence. I was still in an intense slut fuelled haze and absolutely devoured his cock in every way I could muster, deep throating him and clamping my mouth around his shaft, swirling my tongue, one hand cupping and playing with his balls, the other reaching around to clench a bum cheek. I remained cock hungry, breaking off for mere seconds to chastise myself as a cock slut and cum slut, that it was what I was meant to do, that I just wanted to be left naked in a room and have cocks sent to me to service, that servicing cocks was what I was meant to do, and that I could suck cock all day. He replied stating that he would let me do just that given the chance.

As I serviced him, I was aware he was almost devouring my hole with his fingers, loud pats to open me up followed by verbally celebrating that I was taking three fingers. I nonchalantly emphasised the extent to which I was becoming an anal slut by reiteraing that I had been pro-sized plugged for two days so far that week and would be so again the following day.

His desperation to cum appeared to be mounting and he sat up on the edge of the treatment table and began fiercely masturbating. I urged him to “shoot it straight down my throat” and kept my hungry mouth open just in front of him, looking up to make eye contact as a desperate cum slut. I wasn’t going to close my mouth as I wanted, for the first time, a load to be shot in rather than erupting within as had always been the case.

I had clearly been watching too many on line videos of sluts being fed cum in this way. He had almost denied himself from cumming too soon, telling me that he was enjoying the moment too much, and didn’t want to cum yet, but seemed as if he must cum too.

He stood up, becoming unsteady on his feet with it, as I continued my cum hungry, kneeling position, so fired up at the prospect of having a load shot into my slut mouth that I was leaking pre-cum, acknowledging it whilst my open mouth continued to hang below his cock as he frantically masturbated it to give his slut what it wanted, needed and craved.

I quickly and desperately cupped a hand underneath my cock to collect the drops of pre-cum and instantly brought them to mouth to lick up each time I was aware of leakage. 

Of senior years than me, he was tiring, yet desperate for the sexual onslaught to continue. He knew the safe word but seemed extremely reluctant to use it this time.

Continuing to tire, he returned to sitting on the side of the treatment table, still masturbating vigourously. “Cum for me!”, and “Give me your cum!” I whispered sluttily from my continuing submissive kneeling position, still hanging my mouth in front of his cock tip, open and ready to feel a jet or two hit the back of my throat and flood my tongue.

Finally, he seemed on the edge and I knew I didn’t want to waste a single drop of his load. He came heavily. I sensed that some of his load had hit my face but I had quickly latched on to his cock to collect the majority, his body convulsions and my body position causing him to withdraw from my mouth as he came, me quickly reattaching to collect more semen.

He seemed to continue ejaculating for some time, having been edged for most of the preceding hour in one way, shape or form. I recall him asking if it was good and I murmured approvingly as his semen swirled around in my mouth before sliding down my throat, every single sensation relished. I attentively kept an eye on his cock tip and briefly reattached to lick, suck and clean him like an obedient sub.

Load swallowed, I was not done, and declaring myself as still a cum hungry slut, brought off my semi erect cock – hardened by the thought of a load being shot into my mouth – into a cupped hand, the volume and extent of pumping causing just a little to fly off and fall to the floor.

I slurped up my load at which point, the slut fuelled cum slut haze finally began to lift. He was spent and I was deeply concerned for him for a few moments. He had not used the safe word and had clenched his teeth and had his eyes held tightly closed. I asked him if he was OK and whether he was sure about it. He confirmed as such and, as he got up, once again, said that there was money to be made from my cock sucking skills.

I knelt below him and, having torn a piece of paper from the treatment table cover, obediently and attentively cleaned the floor of my cum drops. 

Meanwhile, he was celebrating the end of another ever more increasingly intense sex session with his sex toy and left the room extolling as such with audible gasps and the odd descriptive words, leaving me to contemplate the two fresh loads of semen now residing in my stomach, the fresh taste of cum still coating my mouth and throat, and nonchalantly celebrating being such a cock and cum slut these days.

After a quick check around, and checking in the mirror for any signs of cum on my face, having a quick wipe around anyway and clearing what I concluded was some dried residue, I joined him in reception where he was still in recovery mode, but the explicit sex chat loudly continued much to my surprise – so much so that I effectively missed what he said, before assuming that his staff had left for the day. I should have known better as he knows when he needs to talk quietly out there. 

He looked ahead to the next and imminent appointment at which waxing would continue but the mention of the appointment was absolutely soaked with the pretense of me being used by the same two cocks with which I had my first ever group sex session back in November.

There didn’t seem to be any doubt that this would happen as they were (strategically) scheduled in by him as the next appointment after me so things would overlap.

Future appointments were also booked, the undercurrent being about the cocks that could be available, also being a further step towards me merely becoming a sex toy – that is, if I’m not one already.

I left for him to make his own way home, but not before checking he was OK again.

An appointment for sex

As I have frequently said before, my appointments for a body wax are the time stamps through which my life seems to run and revolve around.

I’ve been going to them for a number of years and whilst I have continued to experience dysphoria about my body and the amount of hair growing on it, there is, it seems – or at least, I would like to think – increasingly less, that growth is ever slowing through continuous sending of messages to the roots of each and every single follicle each and every time it is getting pulled out, making it weaker and weaker.

This was, at least, the conclusion when I arrived for my last appointment. Sure. I had hair growth and wanted rid of it, but absolutely none of it ended up being removed at this one.

On arrival – early as usual – I was soon in the winter-chill lifting warmth and familiar surroundings of the treatment room, spa music playing, the treatment table freshly laid with towels and a paper sheet.

I had soon somewhat excitedly stripped off before hovering over the heater in the corner of the room, my naked bum making the most of the warmth which rose up into the room.

It wasn’t long before he came in, and sought to establish what part of my body needed waxing on this occasion. As it turned out, nothing was ready for waxing. A sign of progress – perhaps.

The necessity for hands to roam across my body to check hair growth quickly morphed into something more sensual and sexual once more, and merely akin to a sub being used by its mentor. His utterance of a prior intention to be “good” that day, evaporated equally quickly, seemingly finding my presented, naked and evidently available body, language for which not so much spoke, more screamed to be used.

The hours in the build up to the appointment had not included a text to hint at the inclusion of other, new or previous cocks this time around. At the appointment, as the intensity of the moment built, the subject was broached.

The need for discretion with staff in the rest of the site and, in any case, the non-availability of said other cocks was made clear but there was reference to an enquiry having been made as to the interest level of a new discreet cock, and a reportedly big one at that, plus the return of the two cocks with whom I had enjoyed my first ever group sex session back in November. There was also emphasis on provision of cocks per se, going forward.

I made suitable approving noises to indicate my interest, no, willingness for circumstances to align in my favour.

The hands of his fully clothed body continued to roam across my naked submissive and ever more willing body.

I was standing with my back to him, facing the treatment table. Fully clothed, he moved closer behind and dry humped me a few times, almost a precursor to what might be ahead. I responded by pressing my bum against his crotch to feel his ever building hardness, all the while with his hands roaming, holding my hips, and reaching around to caress my upper torso and flick my nipples, or to reach down to my legs and inner thighs.

Waxing was becoming a necessary but less important part of my appointments, which, over recent months; have become appointments for sex, or, to be clear, my submissive body to be used for sex.

I made some remark – the exact phraseology now forgotten – about looking forward to sucking cock increasingly more so these days, and specifically, his.

This utterance was a sea of green lights to him and, as a result, he said that I had better do just that then. Previously, he’d have unbuckled his belt and slid his trousers and undies down, but the work of a power bottom was evident, by his leaning against the wall, a clear indication that, as I wanted his cock in my mouth, I was going to have to get it myself.

For a moment, once I had undone his belt, I worried as to whether I would be able to undo his jeans button which, let’s be honest, would have offered some hilarity.

The struggle was brief though and with a brief utterance from me of an upwards inflected “Hmm!?”, his button was popped, his zip was down and his jeans had fallen to the floor.

I don’t remember his undies being pulled down. All I know is, I was soon sliding my hungry, warm mouth over his shaft and beginning work to service him once more, kneeling submissively beneath him.

This wasn’t just about the mouth work but what my hands could do too, cupping his balls with one, appreciating his smooth bum cheeks with the other. Occasionally, I would change position ever so slightly so as to take his length in more fully, to ambitiously deep throat him, all the while, my tongue allowed to swirl around his frenulum, cock tip and slit. Up and down, back and forth, kissing, sucking, licking, grabbing his hips, or reaching up under his top to play with his nipples.

Occasionally, I would pull off to take one of his balls into my mouth and gently suck one, releasing before kissing and nuzzling my way to the other, and throughout the servicing of his cock, offering submissive eye contact – holding the gaze until he looked down to watch me looking at him as my mouth bobbed backwards and forwards.

Every now and again, he would treat the cumslut working below him to drips of pre-cum, pre-empting the imminent feed to make sure his cumslut was ready to take it. It certainly was, the slut relishing the regular treats it was getting more of these days as reward for the skills it was regularly told it had.

Several minutes had passed in deep and concentrated cock service, when he suddenly instructed me to get to my feet, elaborating that he was keen to rest my knees from the hard laminate flooring.

He sat on the edge of the treatment table, his cock pointing firmly up towards me but instead, he drew me in closely, and, without words, indicated me to join cocks together, his rock hard, recently sucked, next to mine, only able to muster a semi, and encouraged me to frot them. This didn’t happen for long as my mind was very firmly on getting his firm cock back in my mouth. I had soon stood to one side and bent over to take him again. His hands continued to roam around my body, feeling my backside, reaching under to play with my cock and balls whilst, all the time, relishing the service his cock was being given.

Ever the slut, I raised the leg nearest the treatment table as I worked, allowing him more room to use his submissive, fingering it, and, using a few held together fingers, patting my hole to loosen it up further.

Minutes later, my mind wandered towards penetration. I lifted up, turned my back to him and drifted very closely in front of him, feigning dropping on to his still rock hard and protruding glistening cock, but instead, wiggling my bum seductively, and spreading my legs before leaning up against the wall, arms spread above, bum stuck out towards him.

He was like a moth to a flame, quickly reaching for some cream, deftly and quickly smearing it down my bum crack and hole to prepare it for the onslaught it had seemingly earnt or was just going to get as a presenting slut anyway.

The word ‘slut’ falls ever more regularly into my vocabulary these days and would be evident in the minutes to come.

He took his sub again and began attentively fucking it bareback as had been the case many times before. I made approving noises and implored him to “fuck me” but otherwise kept a focus on feeling every thrust. I was loving it. This, I reasoned, was my true place, my inner most secret desire as I began descending into another fuck slut bottom fuelled haze.

I thought to myself that I could take any amount of being fucked, for as long as possible, but, his cock had been well and truly serviced before he began fucking me and, he had already fed me with plenty of pre-cum in the minutes before. He was therefore close.

He pulled out for a few seconds before being seemingly unable to resist taking me again with ease. A few minutes later, he pulled out again saying that he was about to fill me with his load and what would have been the first ever load to have been pumped inside me.

“To hell with the consequences” I brazenly and carelessly thought but my reply was one of saying that it really was about time I was filled with cum. It was just not destined to be his, for him, the continuing and very hard line over doing that, as hard as his cock.

He had soon stretched out on the treatment table, his still hard cock pointing straight up. I didn’t need asking and plunged back down on him again, ass to mouth, intensely and intently working him in every conceivable way, shaft licked, tongued and sucked, balls patted, base occasionally gripped when I wasn’t deep throating him.

The cock serving freshly fucked slut was on fire, openly telling him in the brief moments that I was not sucking him, that I was now a “slut”, “cum slut”, “cock slut”, and a hungry “bottom” that had, in fact been pursued by several cocks on line in the days previous (via the site he had suggested I signed up to in order to service more cock), that meets seemed to getting ever closer and that one of the pursuing cocks wanted to rim me at an anticipated meet.

Twice, in quick succession, in the throws of being serviced, he almost seemed to implore me to “Be careful”. The two words were sufficient for me to understand yet insufficient at the same time. “Hmm?” I replied, filing the subject matter for a point in the aftermath in order to read up. Either way, he didn’t elaborate but he was being distracted by having his cock intensely serviced and there was still a load to be collected.

As I worked, one of his hands was reaching down to play with my ever so slightly stimulated but mostly limp and ever more useless cock. He was making me cum and quite quickly too and I didn’t want to do so as my focus remained very clearly on bringing him off into my hungry mouth. I drew away from his hand which indicated, rather bluntly that I wanted him to stop but this was solely out of the aim to fully service him.

In a moment at which my mouth was not on his cock, he began almost desperately masturbating to reach his end. I hovered my mouth above and told him not to waste it and where I wanted it.

He knew though. He knew alright. He knew the cum slut wanted its reward – every single drop of his load – swallowed.  He pledged to let me know when he was about to cum and moments later, he instructed me to take him back into my mouth and suck slowly.

Seconds later, his body convulsed and his load powered out and into my enveloping mouth. Every possible sensation was strained to feel it hit the back of my throat and rain back down as I continued to plunge up and down his still hardened shaft. His body continued to convulse as the load reached its end. I remained close by his cock tip, watching it closely and reattaching to collect every single last drop, licking the last drips from him – absolutely nothing allowed to be wasted.

Pushing these boundaries of his senior years compelled him, the mentor, the top, the arguable Dom, to once again fall to the use of the previously agreed but often forgotten safe word. The utterance of this word to his freshly fucked and cum happy slut instantly lifted a fair proportion of my drive to service his cock, but as he began to recover, I sensed he was paying significant attention to me as I began working my still mostly flaccid cock, hunger for semen yet to diminish. After a few moments, I told him that I was going to cum and, determined not to let a single drop fall to the floor, focused on keeping my hand cupped and my fingers held together.

Stimulated by previous days of being lingerie clad, locked in chastity and plugged, with only drips of pre-cum having left my balls to be licked up and swallowed, the mind also regularly stimulated by explicit videos seen on social media, and so with a heavy pent up load, I came heavily and prolonged, jet after jet, into my hand. 

In his prostrate position, recovering from his prolonged period of having his cock serviced, this time, he was in no way able to reach for any tissue. He knew better. He had, over time, helped to create a cum slut and that very cum slut was, without any hesitation, swallow every single drop of his load. Absolutely nothing was wasted, my hand licked clean, attentively in between the fingers, rolling the hand over to collect anything that had run on to that side. No paper towel was needed. The cum slut was, once again, for the time being at least, satiated.

Now able to get to his feet, he once again said that there was money to be made from my cock sucking skills and referenced the other cocks he had in mind before leaving me alone in the room to dress and join him in reception.

His focus was on the next already booked appointment a month away. However, I, on the other hand, had my calendar open on my smart phone and made no secret of the fact that I was seeking something sooner than that, knowing that absolutely no waxing had been done that day and that I would definitely be ready, but that, today N it merely been an appointment for sex.

With tones hushed, he reiterated the options for cocks to be strategically brought in when discretion and privacy could be assured and found a date in the interim, waxing to be done of course first, but as much as possible in available time – before those cocks arrived.

The lines of crossdressing and chastity have never crossed into salon time. He may suspect but it has never been talked about. As he no longer waxes my bits, thoughts have turned to going into a future appointment locked in my tiny chastity device. After all, as a submissive, my cock was of little use today, so might as well be locked up next time.

Served for servicing

NSFW
I had not had any breakfast, nor, ultimately, did I have any lunch, but I would get my protein.

My previous salon appointment had been cancelled, ill health on his part, but, truth be told, ill health on my part, so things would have likely been a disappointment, one way or the other. There was added disappointment because there was a prospect, for the first time, of being offered more cocks to serve.

Still, when a text reply said “I’ll make it up to you”, things seemed somehow OK under the circumstances.

I had already booked another salon appointment ahead of the cancelled appointment, and this seemed to be the focal point for him for my next arrival. I had not heard back from him to re-book the one that had been cancelled, and, having allowed a few days in which I perceived his health might have improved, and a few days of hesitating to drop him a line, around a week later, I sent a speculative text asking him to let me know if he had any last minute cancellations as I was “ready”, not just for a body wax, but otherwise. He replied stating that he would let me know and used coded wording to ask me if I wanted more cocks preparing. Heart racing, I seemed to hurriedly type and sent a reply in the affirmative and sat back in my home office chair symbolically to patiently await details of any appointments that had come available.

I awoke the following morning and had reached for my phone to find that, minutes earlier, he had sent a text to notify of an afternoon cancellation, and asked me if I could make it. I instantly responded to say “Yes!”, seeing the half hour in which time had passed since his text had been sent as a chance that the appointment might have gone, whilst also feeling confident that it hadn’t – because he would have been anticipating my reply.

I found some things to do to while away the hours until the appointment, so much so that I skipped breakfast and lunch, yet somehow, I wasn’t hungry, either through the effects of not having been well for a few days or nervous, excited anticipation.

The journey to the salon seemed to have a completely different agenda from those that had gone before. I secretly prepared two condoms, reasons largely unbeknown, hiding them away on my person, strategising where they would be best placed for availability in the heat of the moment. I seemed to be carried by some ulterior force, the walk to the salon being almost a blur. As always, I had set out early so was early for the appointment which had, as far as I had been concerned, squeezed in amongst other treatments going off in the salon. I expected a wait.

I was ushered into the familiar and warm environment of the treatment room by one of his members of staff, and invited to “get ready”. I had soon stripped off and, as the Winter chill was setting in outside, decided that I would hover my naked body over the heater in the corner of the room.

I had barely (no pun intended) been there for a minute when he came in. Ordinarily, play would ensue, but this time, his agenda seemed more structured. I was expecting the arrival of another cock for what would have been my first ever threesome, but having advised me that two cocks were arriving, he asked me to stretch out on the treatment table, and added that he would continue waxing me down until their arrival, perceived to be in around 30 minutes time.

There was no general chit chat. There was to be only sex-related talk. As he worked, he demonstrated care and attention to his protege, stating that, once finished, he would cover me over with a towel to protect my modesty for when the cocks came in. I mused over this before stating that I wasn’t sure if I needed it, my submissive nature merely offering myself.

Remarking that it would be OK for some people, he knew what he was going to do anyway and that was simply to keep me safe and look after me intently ahead of and during what was to come. Having slathered me with cooling cream before wiping the residue off, he reached for some sort of sterilising fluid and a wipe before carefully and attentively cleaning my tiny lifeless cock, advising it was to protect me if it was determined that I would be sucked, and having done that, as planned, he draped the towel across my midriff and left the room for me to wait, contemplate and chill.

He expected the two cocks to arrive fairly imminently, and was keeping a sharp eye and keen ear out for their arrival. Time passed. As I lay there, he kept himself busy, arranging bits and bobs in the treatment room, but it seemed like everything was being prepared for me. He left the room for quite a few minutes, allowing me time to think about what was about to happen, and that it was not, as I had originally expected, what would have been my first threesome, and that it would, in fact, be my first foursome, call it group sex if you like, that I was merely a submissive, waiting, carefully and considerably prepared for use by my mentor, for his and other alpha cocks, and that I was about to be used solely for their pleasure.

Time continued to pass. He returned to the room, reasoning that he and/or they may have got their appointment time wrong, and returned to my side, instantly undoing his trousers, removing his underpants and presenting me with his cock which was somewhat soaked and glistening with his pre-cum, such was his anticipation of what was set to happen. I instantly turned on my side and gorged upon his cock, kissing, sucking, licking, deep-throating, cupping his balls with one hand, reaching around with the other to clench and play with a bum cheek. He murmured approval, particularly at the latter. As I worked, I remained conscious that I was regularly taking and/or being offered his sweet-tasting pre-cum and plenty of it too. I was in an ever deepening cock-sucking lust-fuelled haze, knowing I had been prepared as a toy for alpha cocks to use in the coming minutes, and this was merely an appetiser.

Turned on my side, the towel slipped, exposing my bum for him to play with and finger, or reach down to play with my cock or tweak my nipples, or just graze a hand across my body, my head or wherever he wished. I was insatiable for his, and, it seemed, any cock.

At one point, I heard him audibly pre-empting the arrival of the cocks, fantasising or indeed forecasting about having one of them in my mouth and the other inside my ass. After a few minutes, he broke away, desperate not to cum, pulling up his undies and trousers, struggling to contain his still hardened cock within, considerately and caringly covering me up again, then exiting the room again, the cock slut, used for his pleasure, left ready to be used again as he saw fit. He went out to check again for the arrival of the other cocks he had arranged, leaving me, once again to anticipate who they were, when they would arrive and what was about to happen.

Again, he returned to my side having reached his own conclusion as to when they might arrive, but seemingly, not IF they would arrive. Again, he quickly removed his undies and trousers and slotted his cock back into my mouth. Having covered me up previously, this time, as I turned back on to my side, I was conscious of the towel slipping to the floor beside him, exposing my naked body once more. As I resumed servicing his cock, I was merely allowing myself to be used. Amid my cock sucking haze, I recall him stating that I had taken three fingers easily and fantasised about me being double penetrated. This wasn’t something I had expected him to say, so went through a bit of a partial double check, without ruling it out, but then confessed that I had been plugged for the entirety of the preceding weekend. Somehow, the conversation touched on penetration, and being spit roasted by the two new cocks that were still deemed to be on the way.

He asked me if there was anything I didn’t want to do. I had no idea. “Like what?” I innocently asked. Nothing seemed off the agenda. He didn’t give any examples – the question was for me to answer. In a strange show of vulnerability, I weakly asked if they would bareback and breed me, as if such a thing was beyond my control. He didn’t rule it out, said both cocks were clean and known to him, but clarified that it might be something for next time instead if I was not ready for it, and asked if I wanted to use a safe word in the heat of the moment.

Again, I didn’t see it as necessary somehow and although I knew I had secreted some condoms nearby, didn’t make using them any real defined part of the build up process that was unfolding. At the thought of being barebacked by cocks I didn’t know, and the possibility, excitement and anticipation that I might be filled with their loads, I subconsciously reached down to my tiny, still limp and lifeless submissive cock. and played, leaking some pre-cum. He firmly told me not to cum on more than one occasion, knowing the effect that cumming fully has on my sex drive, but then backtracked when my leaking pre-cum was used to mop up, coat his cock tip with it and suck it off repeatedly.

As I sucked, I was continually contemplating being bareback fucked by these new cocks and reasoned that, at that point, although I told him that I ultimately wanted to feel what it was like to have loads of pent up semen shot into me per se, and be finally bred like the slut I was turning out to be, I seemingly didn’t really want it at this point and instead, just wanted to be safe in that respect. Again, he reiterated the cleanliness of the cocks that were due to arrive and the option to use a safe word.

I had been in this state of having been body waxed, otherwise carefully and considerately prepared, laid out as a submissive to be used, for around an hour, intermittently left there on my own or servicing his cock which he said was tantamount to being edged.

Again, he broke away, covered up, covered me back up again, not before fingering my hole, me raising my hips to meet him and work with him, him patting my hole loudly to open it up, and left the room. I could hear him outside, nonchalantly chatting with other customers who were there to receive other forms of treatment, me knowing his cock was in an aroused state in his trousers. At this point, I was beginning to wonder what the time was, whether I couldn’t justify any more time at the salon and really needed to make an excuse to leave, so got up, checked the time but, feeling comfortable about everything, returned to the treatment table, and covered myself back up to contemplate things further.

Within what was probably only a matter of minutes, I heard the door chime go which set my heart racing again as to whether this was it, whether the cocks had arrived and whether I was, for the first time, about to service more than just my regular cock. Cynically, I briefly expected it would just be another customer, but reasoned that I hadn’t heard the door chime at all in the preceding hour I heard him extend a welcome out there and within a matter of seconds, he had opened the treatment room door to welcome two men further into the room. “Come on in” he said. Laid out before them, the submissive, I meekly and briefly raised a hand, waved and said “Hi!” as he introduced them to me and me to them by first name.

He quickly returned to the same side of the treatment table that he had been on before, and removed his trousers and undies again, me, in unison, turning back on to my side towards him and quickly taking his cock back in my mouth and beginning work once more. Behind me, I was conscious that the two new cocks were stripping off, and that my bum had once again become exposed. My mentor extolled that he had been having his cock sucked like this for the best part of the last hour and that they should get ready for one of the best blow jobs they had ever had. Internally, I very modestly rebuffed the praise as I continued to work. I really wasn’t all that!

From here, it seemed I was not part of the conversation. but was the subject of it. I was entirely focused on insatiably serving my regular cock, but was ever more acutely aware that hands were roaming across my body, particularly feeling my exposed naked bum, and fingering me with cream that had been provided to them from the nearby stand of lotions and potions. I was loving it. I recalled gesturing my body favourably in response, sticking my bum out and arching my back. I heard him tell the other cocks on a few occasions to look, see how much of a very nice bum I had, and that my body movement indicated how much I liked what was being received, that I very much wanted it and that “he (being me) loves cock and cum.”

He ushered one of the cocks to come around to his side of the treatment table near my head. I became aware of a senior body standing at close quarters, hairy. not massively so but a naked, hair free, slightly erect cock. I lifted off my regular cock whilst taking hold of his erect shaft in my hand until positions meant I couldn’t, and shuffled up the treatment table, to quickly accommodate my second ever cock to suck, doing something I’d never done before – sucking a cock to full hardness which I thoroughly enjoyed, feeling it swell in my mouth. I treated this second cock in the same way as my mentor’s, cupping his balls, reaching around to feel a bum cheek and applying every move to service the cock that I could muster in my slut-fired brain.

To my rear, all the time, I was vaguely aware that I was being penetrated, but somehow saw it as inconceivable that I was being fucked and in fact, that I was merely being vigourously fingered. In hindsight, I know I was feeling a cock’s length and width, and not the flexibility that fingers offer. In the moment, the validation came from my mentor, who, still talking about me with the group and not to me as they stood over, openly celebrated that I had one cock in my mouth and another in my ass. I didn’t care. This was my place, served up for servicing and serving cock and any consequences of doing so were not for contemplation.

As I lay there being used, I remained conscious of them talking about me, but not to me, other than the odd moment, when my mentor asked me if I was OK, ensuring he was fully in control of everything that was going off, looking after his submissive. With a cock still in my mouth, I murmured positively, but throughout, cast him occasional glances, seeking to double check he was keeping watch over me and everything (but knowing I didn’t need to worry) and for some sort of recognition at what I was allowing to happen as I gorged on the second cock, all the time, my entire body being used, caressed, worked, nipples tweaked and cock played with.

He discouraged them from playing with my cock too much, and particularly from making me cum. “Don’t make him cum! He will cum very quickly!” he warned twice, my years of being locked in chastity meaning my cock has become ever more useless and prone to leaking or being brought off prematurely. It was clear therefore, that I was not going to be sucked and was more so, merely holes and a body to be used.

After a few minutes, he ushered the third cock around to move in to be sucked, and, in an instant, the swap happened and I took him into my mouth, this time, somehow conscious of the taste, and concluding this was the cock that had been fucking me bareback, moments before. Minutes upon end passed with me, laid out, submissive, being used, fingered, fucked, fed cock and imminently, alpha cum.

“Make him cum!” my mentor urged. I wanted to do so, but was ever modest in my inexperienced cock sucking status, not entirely sure what I needed to do to bring him off inside my mouth despite every tactic I was employing. After a few minutes, the third cock pulled out and began masturbating over my mouth which I opened as a cum dump receptacle and clarifying that I wanted it and where I wanted it. Moments later, after instances of being back around his hardened shaft or cock tip, he inserted his cock tip back into my mouth and shot his load deep within. Load number one taken.

Having collected every single drop, this cum slut ever more determined not to let any go to waste, I turned my head to face them, and akin to cum swallowing videos I had seen on line, mimicked them by opening my mouth to show the pooled collected load to all three, prepared ready for swallowing before duly doing so. It was the turn of my regular cock to slot back in and allow it to be worked. He was ready, having been effectively edged for the best part of the hour or so before hand, and he soon shot a massively heavy load into my mouth as his body convulsed, load number two relished in my mouth for a few seconds, then hungrily swallowed, knowing there was yet more semen for me. I urged everyone to just use me, deciding, perhaps not so necessarily appropriately to occasionally brand myself as a “slut”, “cum slut”, and “cock slut”. *Load number two taken*.

Cock number three was worked for some time, either through me or through his own masturbation and it duly unloaded load number three in my already cum layered mouth, throat, and ultimately, stomach, too.

Cock number two, its load already in my stomach, was instructed to make me cum, and he set about working my endlessly flaccid, limp, lifeless and useless cock which refused to do anything remotely close to becoming hard, me, fully accepting life otherwise as a cock sleeve, cock slut and cum slut there for the pleasure of others only. Despite being flaccid, I was still in a fuck-fuelled, cum hungry haze and, turning over on to my back, I urged him to make me cum, a heavy load then eventually spraying across my body and everywhere else too, me acutely conscious that I wanted it in my mouth as a fourth load but of it being totally out of my control.

Within seconds, my mentor had reached for some paper towel and had caringly and considerately cleaned me up, telling me I had done very well, whilst still maintaining total care and attention for his sub. Then, in scenes more reflective of a male changing room at a communal leisure centre, albeit with a bit of idle chit chat, the two cocks began to get dressed before leaving the room one by one, with me getting up to do the same, offering thanks but also apologies for the fact they had missed their body waxing, before I became the last to leave the room after another minute or two.

The other two cocks were offered a coffee at what was the end of their appointment time, but for which, no treatment had been carried out as a result of what had unfolded. My mentor returned to the reception where he could see I was hovering near the door, the other cocks also keeping their discreet distance in the area. He quietly and briefly said he would text me, the door was opened, and I quietly and discreetly left.

Later that day, his coded message expressed hoped that I had enjoyed the treatment and that I would like to have that same treatment again next time. I responded, also in code, thanking him for looking after me so well. Since that day, I have remained very satisfied, yet somehow, not satiated, as if that is an impossibility, reflecting back on and relishing every single second of what had happened, wishing it was still happening and anticipating the next time when I would continue to find my seemingly rightful place in life – as Mistress recently said “It is what you are destined for” – to be served for servicing. Cock slut, cum slut, cum dump, bottom slut, submissive slut. Slut.

Anticipated lust

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As ever, I was counting down the weeks, days and then hours until my next appointment at the salon, two weeks of contentment at my smooth body having elapsed as regrowth came through, the job then being to avoid getting too hung up about it, get on with life and just work towards the appointment day.

24 hours became 6, 4, 2, 1 and within that hour, I was on my way and had soon arrived early – as I like to do – every step from the car park, building up the anticipation of what was to come.

Sure enough, on arrival, he confirmed that I had perfect timing and had soon beckoned me into the warm and snug treatment room, a hand grazing my body on the way in.

I had soon stripped off and stood waiting for only a few seconds. He strode in and was soon close by behind me, his hands instantly roaming across my body under a partial veil of assessing hair growth, which, although it had some standing, seemed to have practically none on this occasion, the air heavy and heady with carnal lust.

I responded by opening my legs as I stood for him to play with my body further and more intimately. He drew in tight behind me, him fully clothed, his arms reaching round, sweeping across my body, flicking over my nipples and occasionally grabbing and squeezing them whilst pressing his crotch into me.

Dom leading sub, he then repositioned me so that everything was in full view of the full length mirror as he continued to use my submissive, willing and naked body in the same way, me occasionally grinding my bum back towards him as I watched in the mirror, as he continued using his sub, play including the odd moment of splaying my bum cheeks that he clearly wanted more sight of.

He span me round, our bodies beginning to intertwine, him nuzzling my neck, me pecking his cheek and returning the very tight embrace, him taking delight in the view of and ability to freely play with my naked body and bum that only he could see in the mirror and that I could only wonder about.

Breathily, he whispered how much he had been looking forward to the appointment. I replied similarly as the sexual tension levels increased.

My mind was ever more focused on his cock and a spare hand moved to begin rubbing his hardened crotch over his still zipped and fastened jeans.

He seemed unable to hold the foreplay back and had soon undone his jeans, quickly dropping them to the floor. I felt his hardened cock through his undies, then reached under the material to grab his length, but the black undies were also soon dispensed with. The next few minutes were filled with us still held tightly together, his upper torso fully clothed, but otherwise naked from the waist down, me, totally naked, frotting or sword fighting our cocks, mine, only semi erect, being tapped on his, much to his evident satisfaction telling me that it felt good. His heavy breathing was very apparent in such close proximity.

In my head, I was wondering how much longer I could resist going down on him. It probably wasn’t long before I had dropped to my knees and relished the moment that his cock tip and length slipped into my mouth for me to begin working on it, intently and for as long as I possibly could, just lusting for a cock to suck. I was completely focused on the task.

Nothing else seemed to matter. One hand reached around to squeeze a bum cheek, the other cupping and playing with his balls, or stroking his perineum, my mouth gorged around his cock, occasionally gripping more tightly around the shaft, whilst my tongue swirled around his cock tip, slit and frenulum.

Deep within my cock sucking haze, I was suddenly brought to my partial senses by being lifted from the ground, and turned around. My body seemed heavy and reluctant in the moment that he lifted.

He wanted to kiss me deeply to taste his cum in my mouth. As before, I didn’t fully commit to this act for reasons that are gradually ebbing away, becoming more willing in this moment as my bisexuality intensified. He spoke enough to suggest that the kiss exchanged was enough for him to taste his own pre-cum in my mouth.

Having been lifted from my kneeling position, I seemed to know what was coming and for the first time, it was not me instigating it, but somehow, I had earned it.

I didn’t look directly, but I was conscious that he was reaching for some cream from the nearby stand of lotions and potions. Then, he was slipping it between my bum cheeks.

I seemed to be ushered to bend over the treatment table in full view of the full length mirror and duly complied without any real thought whatsoever. He quickly positioned himself behind and guided his cock inside me before beginning intently fucking me, his pace and rhythm increasing as the cream lubricated my willing hole. I remember quietly whispering that I was just a hole to fuck and otherwise verbalised how good it felt to be finally fucked again.

I don’t remember doing anything other than maintaining the bent over position, him, hands on my hips, pulling me back onto his shaft as he repeatedly entered me. I reveled in the sound of my wet hole being pounded, reminded of recent videos seen on line in which that ‘slap, slap, slap’ sound could be heard. Now, I really was being well and truly fucked.

I was getting heavily pounded – everything so visible in the reflection of the full length mirror, almost too much to take in and savour.

After a few minutes, he pulled out, and paused for a moment but then seemed to miss the sensation of having his cock in my hole and, after reaching for some more cream, lubed me back up again and took me again, the intensity of his bareback fucking increasing. In my mind, I was craving for him to grab my phone camera and take a first ever shot of me being fucked but I decided it was best not to although I alluded to the desire by saying “I bet that looks hot!”. He was too busy intently fucking me to reply.

His willingness to simply fuck me seemed in stark contrast to a declaration he had made many months ago that he would never fuck me for what I knew were acceptable reasons, but, being fucked for what was the sixth time in total and the fourth since May this year, my conclusion is that my oral skills over a number of subsequent appointments and the extent of ever deepening intimacy between us had left him in a different state of mind, and one in which he could no longer resist the opportunity.

He seemed to fuck me hard for a good few minutes before declaring that he was close to filling me with his load – something he didn’t want to do nor had ever done for what are probably quite a few rational reasons. In my mind, I agreed, yet I also wanted it shot deep into me for the first time and make a fantasy become a reality.

In actual reality, it seemed that he didn’t want to cum yet anyway, and I didn’t really want him to either.

My mind was still very firmly (no pun intended) on his cock and within seconds, I was deep throating him again, having gone ass to mouth, working his balls and bum with my hands.

He was seemingly tiring and sat on the edge of the treatment table, once again, stating that he must get more cocks for me to service. As I knelt to continue the most extensive period of oral performed to date, I hungrily and lustfully pleaded with him to sort this. Again, I made eye contact from my submissive position, him looking down to meet the glance in between rolling his head back with pleasure as the unrelenting cock sucking continued. In the mirror as I gazed left, I could just about see my head bobbing in and out of his crotch and savoured the view that it was me being a slut and sucking cock once more.

He repositioned, and laid flat out on the treatment table. He felt I could see in the mirror. The reality was that I couldn’t but it didn’t matter to me – I just still needed his cock in my mouth.

I instantly resumed, plunging up and down it, pausing only to say that I could do it all day, him replying stating that he’d be happy for me to suck his cock all day.

As I worked, I stood diagonally to him, but close to his head and hands, allowing him a full view of my bum and the ability to finger fuck me or work my cock, causing pre-cum to begin working its way out. Little was said apart from an utterance of satisfaction on his part that I was taking three fingers. I hadn’t noticed. I pleased him further by telling him how I had been plugged at work for the preceding two days. He made approving noises. Internally, I was fighting his urge to pump my cock, drawing away by slightly repositioning, as I knew he was starting to make me cum and didn’t want the come down yet. I repeatedly reached down to catch the drips before rubbing my semen on his cock to suck it off whilst fighting the urge to fully ejaculate.

His load seemed to become a focus and he seemed to want to give it me as soon as possible, vigourously beginning to wank himself off. I wanted a full load in my mouth with absolutely no wastage and kept my mouth as close to his cock tip as I could, telling him that I wanted every drop.

Moments later, he urged me to suck slowly before his load shot into my mouth and pooled at the front of it, his entire body convulsing as he came. After maintaining connection for a few seconds to ensure every drop had been collected, spent, he uttered the safe word once more as I lifted up, keeping the load pooled and savoured in my mouth for a few seconds before being unable to resist satisfactorily swallowing it.

Satisfied that I had indeed had every single drop of his heavy load, I was in a lustful cum hungry haze and through semi gritted teeth, said how much of a “fucking hot tasty load” it was before craving more and soon came heavily myself into a cupped hand. For a moment, I fought with the option to not swallow my load before lifting it to snaffle the pool of creamy semen up and licking both sides of my hand clean – a cock and cum slut to the very end.

There was little to clean up beyond that but as he redressed, insisted, once again, that I must have had some cock sucking training adding that there was money to be made from my oral skills. Again, I insisted that I had not had any training whatsoever.

I stretched out, face down on the treatment table, my cock still leaking on to the paper roll drawn out over the towels, as the waxing began – almost to justify the reason for me being at the appointment, general chit chat coming in stark juxtaposition to the intense and prolonged period of sex that had gone before.

Job done as far as possible, I dressed and joined him in outside in reception where sex talk centered around the options in his mind over a new cock – my second – of potentially many to come it seems – to be contacted with a view to joining the next appointment. I was reminded that he sees me as a ‘power bottom’, i.e., that I will not simply be there and take what is given to me, but will interact. I knew in my head that but I was certainly a willing sub – to suck and to be fucked with anticipated and insatiable lust.

Meet and drink?

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I’ve been on Fabswingers before because my regular cock said that, as, in his experienced opinion, I give the best blow jobs, I should join the site and get more cock.

However, it wasn’t long before I had reflected and concluded that the chance, ability, opportunity and viability of meets elsewhere in far less of a controlled environment, was zero, for reasons I won’t go into, so the account was closed.

But I’m a submissive and I’m impulsive. I’ll act on things quite quickly and consider later.

The last time I sucked his cock – his is the only cock I had sucked to date – he was, it seems, so well served by me that he reiterated an as yet unactioned pledge to get me some more cocks, and asked – again – whether I had undergone any cock sucking training or had sucked any other cocks apart from him. Again, he was given responses in the negative. I just told him that I just do what I do. To him, at least, I was a natural.

He again said that I should get myself on Fabswingers. I explained briefly why the act seemed futile but committed the suggestion to file and some weeks later, sexuality fuelled by the hot sunshine and limited clothing whilst away on holiday, rejoined the site, my profile including the usual war and peace level of text, but referring that I was a ‘slut’. Within days, again, impulsively, I had subscribed too.

Within hours of joining, messages started to land, including cocks from geographically local places, both at home and in the holiday location.

One particular message was from a holidaying fellow countryman, describing himself as a ‘bull’. His opening volley was to ask if this ‘slut’ was with her stockings and heels and whether it had sucked any cock since the holiday started. I replied in the negative citing being closeted and again, unable to see the opportunity arising.

The ‘no holds barred’, direct and overtly sexual questioning continued. Was I with my other half? Had I ‘dumped my load’ in her and if so, where? Did my other half wear stockings? I replied as applicable in the extreme negative and adding that she was as ‘vanilla’ as they come.

The conversation moved on. Where was I staying? Did I want to meet to swallow his load in his car? I said that I would “given the chance“. His reply was to suggest a rationale as follows: “Pop out to the shop. I will be in the car ready to give your mouth a load and you go back to her used”. In my mind, cogs began to turn.

How long was I on holiday for? A cock pic duly followed to tempt me further. I didn’t need too much tempting and replied stating that I could have some fun with it.

I found a question about who I had flown with a little too probing and rebuffed it by stating that I would look at whether I could justify a shopping trip and gave approximate details as to where I was, giving more specific information as the exchange of DMs continued. It turned out he was playing golf nearby on the following day. Again, cogs turned in my mind, exploring the possibilities despite a great deal of futility being apparent.

“You can leave your wifes panties out for me to find if you cant meet me.” was met by a conceding reply that if I didn’t have such a busy itinerary with the family, I would happily sneak out and suck him dry. Was this mere talk on my part or was I up for the challenge?

The fallback suggestion was then thrown into the equation: “Leave her panties in a safe place for me,. I will cum in them and put back and you can collect them when you can without your wife and taste my load.“

I didn’t see this as viable based on my knowledge of the site I was staying on as my evident excuses not to do something spewed out but with more so to make opportunities as viable as possible.

Was I around at 4pm tomorrow, he asked. “No” I replied, almost frustrated with the evident barriers before me, because I knew that I would be out quite literally all day until late evening.

The following day, the DM exchanges resumed. “Tomorrow?” he asked. This time, I replied in the semi-positive, i.e. that I “might just be“. He sought verification that I was going to be around to swallow his load. I sought his views on how and where.

Having given him copious information on my rough whereabouts, he said that he was, in fact, playing golf on the same resort site that I was staying. I concluded that opportunities were swinging in my favour.

He had identified a small secluded toilet block between two holes – (of the golfing type!!!), two lockable doors, male and female. Walk through the door, into a self contained tiled and well equipped room, a regular user able to do their business having locked the door behind them.

Everything seemed to be falling into place. I just needed a reason to ‘nip out’. With the holiday approaching its end, there would be a need to fill the fuel tank of the hire car before returning it. I validated the trip out by saying to the other half that it would be best to do that now but said I would be a while given the long distance to the fuel station out on the main road. An advantage came through a request to pick up some shopping. Inside, I jumped for joy, picked up the car key and headed for the exit, heading straight for the meet point, excitedly sending him a DM to let him know I was on my way.

It took me a few minutes to work out his instructions based on local geography but had soon married the two up, the familiarity of the road layout and toilet block coming into view.

As I turned into the car park across the road, my attention was drawn to a security vehicle haphazardly parked.

Internally, I entered a conspiracy theory phase. Was this a set up of some sort? With a degree of panic, I quickly entered the car park, passing the security vehicle at close quarters, turned around and went back the way I came, vowing to attempt a return after the planned fuel and shopping trip.

Things were conspiring against me from here. The supermarket car park entrance I was familiar with was closed due to road works, the necessary detour using up precious time. Inside the store, I connected to the free WiFi to check comms only to be met with a site blocked message, the same result I had experienced earlier in another supermarket whilst seeking to try and set up the logistics of the anticipated meet.

Eventually, that part of the trip was completed and I headed for the petrol station. Again, things conspired against me and I had issues paying at the pump for fuel I was yet to draw and ended up leaving again.

The long journey back to the meeting point deep inside the resort seemed to take an age but eventually, things came into view once more. I parked up, locked the car and headed straight for the gents toilet room, but leaving the door unlocked.

My chest was pounding at the prospect of the bull’s arrival but I was running blind with no data connection to check the app, out of WiFi range, but with my anticipation being that he would simply be opening that door at any second.

I was standing fully clothed whilst contemplating his expectations – that I would be kneeling submissively and ready for him. The door was unlocked. I considered whether I should be naked but thought better of it.

My heart continued to pound and my mind swirled with all manner of thoughts, none particularly clear, apart from one line which continously told me to think, think, think whilst evaluating when enough time had been allowed.

Every sound from outside was being analysed. Was that a car drawing up? Were they footsteps approaching the door which could therefore open at any time?

I counted batches of seconds, again and again, whilst I looked around the spotless and well equipped room, my vivid imagination playing out what might be about to happen – a first meet – a bull’s cock, towering over me, pounding my mouth, saying little but unloading and leaving me used but ultimately deeply satisfied.

Breathing heavily, heart still pounding, an acceptance of failure began to creep in, time ticking by, no sign of his arrival, and a point by which, I decided, albeit irrationally, that I could no longer justify being away from my unknowing family.

After much hesitation, touching the door but not pushing it, mind still counting seconds, I eventually pushed the door back open, and, as frustration began to wash over and ultimately drown me, returned to the car and the very close by apartment.

Back within reach of a WiFi connection in the apartment, to my horror, I was met with the latest reply to my “I’m on the way” message after he had said he could be there in 30 minutes. The message I hadn’t seen was one that said “Let me know when you’re ready”. Retrospectively, lack of Internet connection meant I had not seen this and in the toilet, waiting with futility, I was never going to see it so couldn’t have replied.

There was no way I could have excused myself back out of the apartment having returned to the family. The opportunity was gone but the inquiries had only just begun.

Analysis of banking apps, and the inquest content of the subsequent DM exchange validated that we had both been in the area of the meet point, likely at the same time.

He too had seen the security car parked but had waited for 30 minutes, those same 30 minutes in which I had been away and come back. At least it validated that I was there and had been up for it if nothing else.

I began anguishing over what I should have done. If only I had stepped out the toilet door, wandered to within reach of the nearest apartment block not so far away and THEN checked the DMs, he probably would have seen me, I would have messaged, he’d have seen it, we’d have met, and with likely little chat, the door would have been locked, I would have sucked my second ever cock, completed my first ever meet and he would have unloaded in my mouth and down my throat, before zipping up and simply exiting leaving me simply used as a satisfied cum dump slut.

He seemed philosophical in his DM reply, that he had been there for those 30 minutes, had seen the security car, had waited but then felt the need to leave.

I showed willing by reply, propositioning a further opportunity which would have been possible for me at least, through another justifiable trip to the petrol station. His reply was blunt. He was flying home.

Further DMs as to when, a fantasy imagining a departure lounge toilet cubicle meet for my return journey the same day, asking when he was flying and where from was met with silence.

This didn’t help my mood which lingered for the next day or so as I continued to beat myself up mentally over the opportunity that had been missed.

I sought the words of my Domme via DM who, quite rightly, told me by reply that there would be other opportunities to suck more cock and swallow more cum. As ever, She is probably right.

No meet, no drink.

If you were expecting a more erotic end to this post, I’m more sorry than you can imagine, but my posts are, as ever, nothing but fact.

Thanks for reading. Until next time.