If you’re thinking that my range of kinks has been expanded, this post will be of disappointment as it is nothing to do with that aspect of sex life.
My last post (again) referenced health problems, which were, on that occasion, also very disconcerting.
In short, after putting it off for a bit, I went to the doctors, had some tests and they subsequently came back clear.
During a few days away, symptoms eased and cleared. I wouldn’t say that I was consciously stressed. The kind of things that really were grinding my gears were trivial every day things like my PC just being bloody infuriatingly slow – otherwise nothing that I thought was anything other than ordinary – but I guess stress manifests itself subconsciously.
Feeling well again after a few weeks of dread was, it seemed, to be cautiously celebrated with a period of abject normality.
I had largely laid off kink social media, as if it was somehow a bad omen – and in a way, I suppose it is. However, within the week, kink crept back into my mindset.
Pics began appearing on Fiona’s Twitter feed, and a focus fell on another waxing appointment. Imagine the sense of exasperation then when the appointment had to be cancelled with no definite alternative. I knew how much he valued his submissive’s services and that rearranging it would be at the forefront of his mind.
Sure enough, he was soon in touch to find me a cancelled appointment spot. I’ll come back to that.
The celebration of a return to wellness led to a focus on kink as if it was a comfort blanket to swathe myself within. Black cock seemed a major focus and a browse around the Twitterscape led me to recommended sites for ‘Whiteboy / Whiteboi’ training that big black cock is superior. The video of around 15 minutes gave instructions to masturbate to a rhythm as much as possible throughout the imagery, to stop if there was an urge to cum but contnuously otherwise to pump to the beat, pump to interracial porn and be as aroused as possible.
I watched the video a couple of times, but did so by not exactly totally engaging with all aspects of it and keeping an open mind, not allowing myself to take it too seriously, yet I also saw it as a form of genuine acceptance of conditioning. My tiny limp cock doesn’t get used very often to any real extent. This has been a trend for a number of years and I consider myself something of a useless fuck unless I am the one being fucked by my regular cock.
To this extent, I mused, black cock is superior, bigger, dominating, sustaining, powerful. I have long considered myself as a beta male anyway – and I don’t see that as a slur – I’ve never been a man’s man and can be quite naturally effeminate.
That week, there was what I label an uncontrollable urge to utilise some good old fashioned home alone time and dress in outfits not worn for quite literally years – i.e., last worn pre-pandemic, and to lock in one chastity device or the other and insert and switch on my Lovense Hush plug.
This was before the much needed body wax appointment. I’m never as happy to dress when in the slightest bit hirsute and it really is the ultimate influence on whether I will be content to indulge but I pushed though any tangible reasons otherwise.
Enough time was available for a three piece crotchless red outfit through which the chastity device can be sluttily dropped. It was always a bit snug but it was OK.
Outfit 2 was a white fluffy cami-suspender basque. This was nowhere near as easy to get into – I’ve clearly chunked out a bit during the pandemic and beyond!
An attempt to step and wriggle into it was abandoned in favour of undoing all the clasps then fitting it back on by wrapping it around me but when that didn’t work, there was then a reversion to Plan A and, eventually, with said wriggling, it was on.
The third outfit was a French Maid outfit which slipped on easily. The chastity device was changed to my metal cage.
With photos taken in a variety of poses, and with my kink box to hand, the urge to fuck washed over me. My 6″ suction cup dildo was attached to the bathroom tiles, the thong was discarded and I impaled myself, riding and filming, acknowledging that plunging up and down its full length was pushing all the buttons I had always yearned to push to reach the point of ruin. I moaned with pleasure before calling a rapid halt to things, coming only to my senses to conclude that I could not indulge any further and needed to strip, clean and clear up and return to civvies for when I was no longer home alone as if I had been the picture of heterosexuality throughout.
This was not before the dildo had come off the tiles through the extent of thrusting. I grabbed it as it fell towards the camera phone filming below and spent a few more precious seconds fucking myself by hand as the feint feelings of a massive orgasm rang in my mind.
No orgasm was forthcoming as a good cum free sub focused away from its own satisfaction took precedence – no doubt influenced by the big black cock conditioning video I had watched and arguably (what’s the word that seems to be used for this?) ‘gooned’ to in recent days.
As before, I’d gone from all out negativity towards kinks to all out indulgence in it – binging if you like – to celebrate wellness and that I was still definitely for this earth.
With the lock box of lingerie and toys to hand, I took the opportunity to swap outfits around, perceiving the need for cooler Summer lingerie to replace the many, more enveloping outfits that had filled the tote bag I hadn’t actually ventured into for some time.
With that done, and everything having been put safely and secretly away, the focus on the specific elements of interest including black cock were sustained for a few days before that faded towards the general gist of all other things kink in the main, photographs of my recent dressing up session eventually finding their way on line.
Days later, I rejigged work commitments to ensure I could attend the rescheduled partial body waxing salon appointment and eagerly awaited it to come around with the main focus as I drove in being on sucking his cock and swallowing his load like a completely insatiable slut, and not of the primary reason I was going, life as his sex toy more primarily the case these days.
This was a weekday morning, just after peaktime rush hour but still close enough that the roads into town were still snarled up and slow. I cursed as the last opportunity to divert and potentially save time, evaded me. I always try to arrive early for these appointments because it helps him with other appointments, maximises play time AND makes sure of enough time for me to be sufficiently waxed too. I need not have worried.
It soon became evident that we were both focused on sex from the outset. He guided me into the treatment room and made off to do whatever he does to prepare whilst I stripped off.
As usual, I stood alongside rather than becoming laid out on the treatment table – the clearest of indications – an agreed unspoken protocol if you like – to signal that I was ready for him. I had positioned myself in front of the full length mirror he knows I have a kink for as a more direct indication of readiness, and in clear line of sight as he came in, trying to keep the door as closed as possible but with me not really giving a damn as to who might see.
The seemingly instant obligatory precursor to sex was to establish what parts of my body needed waxing. As the urge to play overtook the need to adhere to the waxing, this entailed him, fully clothed, inspecting my nakedness, from the side and from behind, intimately grazing his hands across my body, softly rounding the curvature of my bum cheeks, reaching between my legs, playing with my cock and inner thighs, rising up and tweaking my nipples plus more besides, both of us gazing into the full length mirror at the electric imagery of a fully clothed mentor using his naked but very willing sub.
He took a moment to tell me how hard and wet he had been in anticipation of the appointment as things began to hot up and I recall saying “Good” in reply which is what he usually says to me to praise his sub for its own declarations or actions. I revelled in his admission of how excited he had been and that his sub could make him feel that way, so anticipatedly lustful for the arrival of his project he’d been training and sexually developing for years.
It is always in my mind that he once described me as a ‘power bottom’. This was particularly so as we moved from him being fully clothed but hardening within his jeans and undies, him playing with my semi erect cock, me rubbing his continuing hardness through the material with both the palm (cupping) and back of my hand.
I led in getting his cock out, after he’d undone his trousers, reaching in to grab it before taking his undies down then frotting us both, pausing occasionally to repeatedly tap my cock on his – what might be described by some as ‘sword fighting’.
He rolled his foreskin back to ensure close contact of sex with sex.
A few moments later, he could wait no longer, stating that his cock needed sucking. I instantly and submissively responded with relish, kneeling before him, teasingly easing on to his shaft, reaching around to grab a smooth bum cheek, using another hand to cup and caress his balls.
I remember being rather pleased at successfully practicing my deep throating skills, something I’m not usually good at, recalling how I was breathing through my nose as his cock hit the far recesses of my throat, every inch taken into my mouth, no gagging.
A change of position saw him instruct his sub to sit in a chair and resume sucking from where the same extent of servitude continued, his satisfaction evident by the extent of his moaning and heavy breathing.
After a few minutes of that, he laid himself out on the treatment table, his hard cock pointing up. I was soon plunging up and down his shaft again, deep throating, with more room to work, and occasionally slowly licking up and down his shaft, teasing, kissing and sucking the frenulum, and his balls, fully servicing the cock.
I moved my bum around towards his head as I stood alongside and wiggled it seductively, willingly, eagerly and sluttily leading him to stretch for some cream to lube me up and vigorously finger fuck me.
At one point, I was pulled so close that I was sure he was contemplating rimming me – something that had never happened to me before – a thought that I relished and hoped for, but, if this was part of any plan, he seemed to be baulking at it so I instantly dismissed the possibility and, instead, focused on working his cock with my eager and hungry mouth.
He reached down to pump my infrequently used and semi flaccid cock, seemingly hell bent on bringing his sub slut off all over the floor. After a few minutes, I somewhat firmly told him that I didn’t want him to make me cum all over the floor as I wanted to swallow my own load after I had taken his. He soon ceased wanking his sub and seemed to focus on giving it his load instead.
He began quickly pumping his own cock as I held my willing mouth just off and above his cock tip eager to catch every drop of his load should he fire deep into my mouth, before he then instructed me to suck slowly. His balls and shaft began to pulse as his cum began to rise. Moments later, his creamy load powered into my mouth. I continued to work to take every single drop of his sperm, intending to hold it in my mouth for a short time before the urge to swallow finally enveloped me. I relished the moment as the size, taste and texture fell down my throat. I continued to work to mop up every last drop of his sweet cum, telling him I was cleaning him up fully, his still hardened cock continuing to point up beckoning me to go down on him again like a cum hungry slut, my brain targeting a second load.
His body language signalled that he was totally spent as he asked his sub for a reminder of the safe words I had just told him that he hadn’t used hence my sustained focus.
My load was next – the inner and developing cum slut powering through. I pumped into a hand before quickly bringing it to mouth – a thick white pool of cum, remnants of which were then left across my face after I had snaffled the main load up, licking the palm and fingers still hungry for the taste of semen.
My mentor had swept up the paper sheet from the treatment table and, considerately, used some of it to wipe the last drops of cum from my face, two fresh loads now residing in my stomach.
He had used time available to him to redress whilst once more telling me that I gave the best blow job. As before, I humbly and modestly said that I had no training, sucked no other cocks, that it was just what I do and that perhaps he was just being nice. He reassured me that he meant every word.
A few moments later, the waxing began, me stretched out on my front on the fresh paper sheet, as part of the process getting up on to all fours for the intimate wax, cum still leaking from my cock on to the recently fresh paper sheet, verbally acknowledging it as I rose on request to the position he most likes me to be in, head down, ass up, ever the submissive.
Afterwards, and with another appointment booked not too far into the future, away, the focus on my mind was for more sex, but my thoughts have turned to something that just couldn’t be possible nor is rational for many very complex reasons – the urge to be more frequently intimate with him than I am, to be used more often, for more sex, for the involvement of others he has alluded to for some time, for more cock, more cum, more use, more service, more frequent fucking of my ever more willing hole, fulfilling my darkest, most unlikeliest fantasies, but all of that juxtaposed by the heterosexual and vanilla life that goes on from the surface, whilst inside, I find myself swinging from one very opposite extreme to the other as my kinks manifest themselves in total defiance or are abjectly kicked to the kerb.
Yesterday, I spent lots of time restructuring my secret photo store on my phone but also looking at new chastity devices and accessories, notably, and obsessively, an elasticated chastity cage belt to replace my ribbon binding – only it was out of stock – for now.
Tomorrow is another day, but with that tote bag restocked, the swinging towards kink will continue.