Sole purpose

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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.

If you want it, it’s there.

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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.

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.

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.

A hard edge

I was away on holiday and enjoying some hot sunshine. The weather along with feeling generally horny over my kinks led to me sleeping naked.

Night after night, I would be awake or half asleep, on my side, one hand firmly pinching a nipple or cupping my clean shaven cock and balls.

One night, I woke up horny and found myself hardening up through various trains of thought fuelled by a vivid imagination and lots of interaction and sexting on line, including with a BBC who opened up dialogue on Fetlife plus a return to Fabswingers after my regular cock suggested that I needed to suck more cock and swallow more cum than just his.

The whole ‘meets’ thing is a whole different blog entry. Where was I? Ah, yes, holiday, naked, bed, hard.

In my semi slumberous state, I vowed to get and then remain hard but otherwise denied, by pulling my foreskin back fully and holding it there.

I had previously discovered the ability to ruin from a cock pump which generated the same state.

On this occasion though, I was firmly holding my foreskin back whilst snoozing but conscious of my erect state. I told myself that I must remain hard and tightly edged as some sort of conditioning.

The extent of the hard edge varied as I entered a deeper sleep before coming back out of it to force the edge again further.

After a while, laying on one side and with cum slut training putting me on high alert for any available semen, I realised that some pre-cum was oozing out.

With one hand still firmly and tightly holding the full and hard edge, foreskin being fully stretched back and some, the other hand was utilised to touch and tease the shaft and frenulum and was also used to quietly sweep the pre-cum up and bring to mouth. It was savoured.

Again and again, my sleep state grappled with my awake state to drag me down and in, but the submissive was forcing the edge. I turned over with the taste of my pre-cum still so very evident in my mouth.

Somehow, internal alarm bells started ringing, warning of a hard edged ruined orgasm but the sleep state was allowing me to lose control of my ability to read the signs whilst one hand continued to hold the foreskin back.

Alerts in my brain began to occupy the mind that I might cum the longer the edge was held and the hard edge had been held for what felt like a good 30-45 minutes with the aim to go longer but ultimately to be denied, kept as a horny slut bottom.

Again, the warning signs of impending orgasm in the dead of night, in a king sized holiday apartment bed (with my significant other sleeping about three rolls over) rang out and took over.

Suddenly, I was conscious that I was shooting a heavy load, powerful spurts jetting into the hand that had, with total futility, been cupped underneath my cock as it continued to spurt jet after jet of edged semem.

When the orgasm finished, I lay there on my side, in the dead of night, hand still cupped under my retreating cock, in a state of semi panic, planning the next move to clean up the cum soaked scene that could not be seen.

It must have been a good few minutes before I dragged myself to the toilet and switched the light on to see the entire palm of the previously cupped hand and my left thigh glistening with cum.

Like an obedient cum slut, I licked my hand clean before contemplating what the situation would be on the bottom sheet.

Upon returning to the bed, I was met with a massive wet patch of cum which I decided could stay there to risk the potential questions of the morning.

I lay awake for a few minutes contemplating the possibilities before drifting off to sleep.

Morning broke to reveal nothing by way of evidence but my interests in elements related to kink seemed to diminish for a day or two.

When I do cum – and that isn’t very often – my ongoing sexual conditioning means the period of disinterest is ever shortening before I am back ready.

But this time, I was readying myself for something I’ve never done before – my first ever meet – as a bull my age learnt about my interest in cock on fabswingers and courted me for opportunities to swallow his load…

Getting to the bottom of things

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I have enjoyed two sessions at the salon in quick succession to ensure that I am completely body waxed smooth – a point in my life at which I am the absolute most contented, and, even though that state doesn’t last very long, as hair growth pushes back through again, I have, admittedly, over the last few weeks, noted a slow down in growth on certain parts of my body, which I hope remains the case.

Last week, I was available for use as sub to my self-described male mentor, in between periods of waxing, servicing his cock over a sustained period, him having to keep himself fully aware of agreed ‘safe words’ along the way because of my ever more intense cum and cock hungry nature.

Having reached a point historically whereby he was, I’m sure, booking more time for appointments, and at key parts of the day where play and sex could be more prominent, and more time was available without being disturbed, it has now reached a point where he is stating quite clearly that he is doing that because of the nature of the service that his protege gives him. This man has, with my fullest consent, trained his product up, brought out its inner sexuality, its true desires, its abilities, its darkest secrets and helped it smash through barrier, after barrier, after barrier.

Sex is becoming ever more intense, closer, more erotic, more protracted, more overt, more sexual, more intimate, deeper, for longer, more lustful, more craved, with more hunger and I continue to open up when naked in his company.

The latest appointment saw me do the usual. It has long since NOT been the case where I will simply undress and stretch out on the treatment table for waxing to commence. Although this is what will ultimately happen, I will, instead, stand, ready. Sex is now the focus, waxing is a necessary distraction.

My body is naturally checked as to what needs doing, but this has moved from being a necessity for that reason alone, to instantly getting to grips with his ever more willing, naked and available sub.

Nevertheless, I had ultimately stretched out for him to begin working on, the need to wax my legs requiring me to open them, my limp, but now eternally smooth cock and my recently smoothed bum and hole spotlighted in plain view. Like a teasing slut, I determined that I would let him move my legs into a straight position in the event he needed to do so before quickly returning them to the open position as soon as possible. Again, as he worked, he whispered words of approval as to how good the imagery looked from his stand point, my hands behind my head so that he could wax underarms too as he worked , the more my body was waxed smooth, the more openly submissive I became.

His body would occasionally need to be pushed up against me as he reached over the treatment table, and, once I’d moved my arms to the side of my body, was able to feel his hardening cock as I continued to tease him with my provocative body positioning, beginning to more intently rub his crotch.

He continued to work on removing the last vestiges of hair on my body at this time, applying cream and lubricating his subject up, hands passing across my upper torso, across my nipples, my ever more smooth state increasing my state of overall arousal and submission, grazing his hands between my legs, across my hole and perineum. He said that, professionally, he should be seeking consent in such a situation but I said I was there to be used, and that he could help himself as was the unspoken understanding.

He then asked me to flip over on to my front to wax the back of my legs. He had, again, somehow, removed his trousers and this time, his underwear, not through the Summer heat, because of the sexual heat which was beginning to simmer in the room. Up on my elbows, I was scanning my outer range of vision to my side, looking for signs of his erect cock under his T-shirt and any naked flesh. Waxing was complete. Cream was to be applied. I seductively gave my smooth waxed bum the odd wiggle and eventually rose up on to all fours, but head down to kiss and suck the tip of his cock which was pointing up at me. His cock tip was teeming with wet, glistening, sweet tasting pre-cum and, as a result, I lost focus on how he was using me otherwise as his cock came ever further into focus. I was so very hungry for his cock.

Soon, I had laid down on my side and gorged on his length, up and down, slow, steady movements, deep throating on regular occasions, pulling back his foreskin to kiss and suck his frenulum, tonguing his pre-cum soaked slit, one hand reaching around to grab a smooth bum cheek, the other, cupping and gently playing with his balls, seeking to make and occasionally making eye contact with him, on the moments when his head was not rolled back in pleasure. He was occasionally reaching down to masturbate my flaccid cock, or reach around to finger fuck my hole, me scissoring my free leg open every now again, completely submissive, completely open, completely there to be used, his fingers loudly patting my hole from time to time to open me up further.

My cock service was unrelenting, my hunger to suck it, insatiable. His pleasure was evident as he relished being served so determinedly, so continuously. I remember him saying that he must get some more cocks for me and I hungrily muttered a response of approval as I worked.

Aware of the need to finish off select parts of my waxing treatment, he did something else that he’d never done before – standing me up to wax the top of my chest, me pinned up against the side of the treatment table. With the task in hand done, he applied some cream before drawing in close, my body being his to use as he saw fit, or how it was offered to him. We were intimately close, our bodies almost entwined, on the cusp of a passionate kiss, yet my head was dropped low to watch him use me, nipples firmly tweaked and body caressed. Without word, after one of my hands had been gripping and gently playing with his cock, he beckoned me to frot us both, which I duly did so for a minute or two.

Sex between us was getting more intense than it had ever done before, lust completely enveloping us both, me there to be used, to serve. I lifted his T-shirt and began playing with his nipples whilst I was still pinned, standing, to the side of the treatment table.

My mind seemed hell-bent on turning around, yet I seemed to hesitate for a minute or two. But. ultimately, this was something that I was going to do and I slowly, seductively, and anticipatedly turned around to bend over the treatment table. I was eager, willing and there to be fucked and he was unable to resist after I had seemingly pressed all of his buttons. His cock was like a moth to a flame and having added copious amounts of any cream he could reach on the stand to his side, he positioned himself and took me from behind.

In my recent home play session where I had ruined from anal from a 6″ dildo for the first time, I had resorted to chastisement, calling myself a number of ‘names’. With the hustle and bustle of the rest of the business outside the treatment room, I breathily and quietly implored him to “Fuck me“, and that I just needed fucking.

He fucked me, everything played out in the full length mirror in front of us, his hands on my hips, his body thrusting again and again in and out of my willing, wet hole, me backing onto his cock with every thrust, feeling his length open me up over and over again. My carnal lust was overflowing, a fuck slut in total submission, being pounded, again and again. I uttered the phrases “cock slut” and “cum slut” as I had done in my first ever private ruin session at home a few weeks previously and that I just needed to fucked but whilst he seemed to partially object to the dirty talk, and uttered something or other than I didn’t get in my fuck slut haze, he wasn’t deterred and continued to fuck me rapidly.

After a short while, he withdrew for a moment, paused, reapplied some more lubrication, and guided himself back into me again before resuming pounding his property, his hole, his bottom, his toy, yet to be probed by other cocks, but soon, it seemed, very much for it at his behest. Again and again, he drove in and out of me, all the time, me as the fuck slut bottom watching in the mirror working with every thrust, and simply insatiably taking it until he had to pull out again, this time, having come the closest ever to filling me with his load, and telling me he had been very close, something that had not happened to date.

Somewhat flippantly, and without any real clarity, as I turned around, I said that “it” had to happen at some point, but what I meant was, more generally, i.e., that someone would have to start filling me with their load at some point, but there was no time for clarity to be asserted. In my mind, I reached out briefly to my darkest fantasy to be repeatedly filled, both ends, with load after load from alpha cocks.

My mind was still hungry for semen, but also for serving his cock but this lust-infused session showed no signs of slowing. He perched on the edge of the treatment table with his legs spread. Without hesitation, I went ass to mouth on his cock, the taste of the oils and creams instantly picked up in my mouth as I went back down on him, kneeling on the floor before him, cock being sucked, eye contact being made, again, when his head was not rolling back with pleasure. Again, every possible method was applied to service his cock, and after a few minutes, he pulled out of my mouth and began masturbating.

I momentarily licked his cock tip as he worked and hungrily hung my open mouth below it, whispering, almost pleading to him not to miss and to shoot his load straight down my throat. Then, clearly about to cum, he appealed to me to suck him slowly. Naturally, I complied. Within a few seconds, his creamy load poured into my mouth as I continued to work up and down his shaft, remembering, this time, to pool his semen within, holding it, savouring the texture and flavour, but I did feel a quantity of his heavy load slip down my throat whilst I held the rest of the contents as they continued to empty from his ejaculating cock, before I finally and very satisfactorily swallowed the lot down into the pit of my stomach. Then, came the breathily uttered, and recognised safe word – he was, again, totally spent yet I had demonstrated a hunger for more where there was little more to be found.

Naturally though, I withdrew, but not before licking the last remnants of his load from his cock tip.

Still entirely full of cum hungry lust and sex craved, I told him how much of a “fucking hot and tasty load” it was, the almost gritted teethed insatiably filthy whisper, clearly demonstrating how much I had enjoyed it, before slipping down to sit on the floor, my legs folded beneath me. I was still in a cum and fuck fuelled haze and began masturbating my mostly flaccid cock until I came heavily into a cupped hand, only a small amount falling away between my folded legs beneath.

I was aware that he was tearing up the paper sheet from the treatment table and using it to clean himself up. As I came, I was aware of him standing very tight up, close behind me, lovingly helping and nurturing his sub to climax, stroking my head with a hand and pulling my head back to his legs as he towered dominantly above me, whilst acknowledging with delight how heavy my load had been.

But at the same time, I felt that he was also preparing to pass me some shredded paper towel to blot up the load that had spilled into my hand but I was having none of it, and instantly brought the cupped hand to mouth and swallowed a second load, the only drop cleaned up otherwise with the paper towel being the one that had dropped to the floor between my legs.

The carnal lust-fuelled haze seemed to lift from me fairly swiftly after that, but not before he told me, again, that there was money to be had in my cock sucking skills and that, although he had experienced a number of blow jobs, none came close to those I perform on him.

He continued to revel in the service he had been given. I smugly apologised for having to send him home to his partner in such a drained state.

For a minute or two, as some minor clean ups continued, I modestly rebuffed his high praise stating that, I had no other cock sucking experience, only that of sucking his cock for the last five years, and that, whilst I am well read as a person and tend to soak up certain information like a sponge, what I was doing was simply just what I was doing. He continued to offer what he clearly felt was due praise, then left me to dress and join him at reception, slightly unsteady on his feet, of slightly more years than my own having had need for the safe word.

I was soon dressed whilst reveling, smugly, in what had just happened, proud that my hole was freshly fucked, and with the taste of two loads of semen nestling in my stomach and lingering in my mouth and throat, yet, somehow, I just still wanted more, without rationalising either how or when.

Joining him at the reception desk outside, he remained unsteady from being serviced. We had certainly got to the bottom of things, and, booking appointments ahead, he made sure that there would be plenty of time for those sessions to get to the bottom of things again, next time around.

All of that, and he STILL doesn’t know about my lingerie crossdressing and chastity – more revelations for another time.

Getting intense

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Last week started with a determined drive to be a completely smooth bodied sub as soon as possible, with a trip to the salon, the first of two on consecutive weekends.

The working week saw further contact with Mistress, and with an office day beckoning, the focus was very much upon dressing, locking and plugging in her service. These days, getting a message from Mistress is quite invigorating, and when in DM chat with Her, I type my message and hit ‘send’ with a massive level of excitement and intrepidation as to when the reply will be and what it will say, whenever it arrives.

Mistress was to instruct once more, and options for lingerie, chastity and plug type were laid out in word form. Aware of the extent of my recent use by many randoms via their control of my regularly worn Lovense Hush plug, Mistress reasserted Her ownership by instructing a black three piece lingerie set, the standard pro-sized plug, just for Her. and maximising the clear and direct message of ownership, that I was to be locked behind bars in a metal chastity cage, having first added a heavy metal cock ring, Mistress stating “Oh, metal, I DO love metal”, and, aware that I would be using my recently acquired chastity belt strap, added “I hope it is tight and reminds you of being mine.”

Fate had other plans though, and I was unable to work in the office, on the anticipated day. The anticipation of being prepared as She had requested ramped up the extent of my spirit to serve and the level of focus on my Domme. I told her that I was always “massively supercharged” whenever I heard from Her and that I was still treasuring some old photographs of Her that I was retaining tantamount to a form of worship and adoration.

Mistress is, to me at least, like NO other Domme I have ever seen nor ever will. Our bond is unbreakable, levels of trust being of the utmost, understanding of the deepest level. I know what Mistress has been through in Her life, particularly over recent years, and what She seems to go through occasionally too but throughout that, Mistress has been a constant beacon of encouragement, support and nurturing, and a listening ear when needed, as I have been and continue to be in return.

Mistress was touched at my ‘archiving’ of images from her (old) Domme social media profile and asked to see those that I retained. These 15 images were dutifully and proudly shared via DM, one after the other on my next office day, having prepared as instructed and supplied evidencing photographs, albeit in my semi-hirsute state.

A need to break away from the office desk was largely driven not by a call of nature, but by one to make a minor adjustment to the cage fitting. Self-locked but usually disciplined, I unlocked, made the adjustment but found myself becoming erect, and leaking pre-cum. The spirit to serve and remain focused kicked in, and with all elements of semen licked up without waste, the cage was forced back on, hardened cock pushed back into submission and discipline and the lock firmly clicked back into place.

The incident was duly detailed to Mistress via DM, who, in reply, took the opportunity to reflect on the photographs of her from years back, and was modestly self-deprecating, wishing that She still looked like that now, but adding “You must be very horny locked up!”

In response, I wholeheartedly told Mistress that she was always beautiful to me and massively treasured, before confirming that, whilst I was indeed horny, my place and servitude as Her sub was of one to be denied in order to continue training and development and remain focused unless ruined through anal or used for someone else’s pleasure.

The extent of my fall into the proverbial rabbit hole was reflected by a subsequent but rare moment of intimacy with my unknowing significant other, who, whilst I was naked in bed, began casually playing with my tiny, limp and usually useless cock. I seemed to resolutely focus on the TV blaring away in front of me and after a few minutes, she stopped, turned over and went to sleep.

Throughout her play, internally, my mind was somehow focused on remaining in a limp and lifeless state because of being so acutely aware of my more regular place, telling Mistress about this experience and adding that I had been fucked more times as a bottom in the last few years than I had actually fucked, and that this was where my life was going as Her sub.

In response, Mistress expressed surprise by asking the question as to whether I made love with my wife these days, before I alluded to the main reasons why I feel we aren’t intimate, those being lack of privacy at home, plus mutual tiredness, mutual body confidence issues and resulting low sex drive in our more senior years.

I made a point of stating that I didn’t see this as anyone’s fault but mine perhaps, but the path I was on as a sub was almost one I sought even though I was continuing to run a monumental myriad of risks to stay closeted and stood to lose so very much if anything ever came out. But Mistress was told that she was needed in my life and Mistress responded that She both needed and wanted me in Her life too.

The working day continued with me starting to gently leak pre-cum in chastity into my panties, and needing to go to the office loo to strip my casual clothing off down to my undies, remove my panties and clean them off with my tongue like a hungry cum slut, and in the aftermath, detailing this to Mistress, advising that, if this leakage was to persist, then a condom would be worn.

Sure enough, later, as I sat at my office desk, underdressed in Mistress’ choice of lingerie, and locked and plugged as She had instructed, I felt the slow leakage of pre-cum again and made off to the loo once more, this time with a condom secreted out of my ‘to hand’ stash bag, removing my cage to fit the condom, putting the cage back on and returning to my desk once more.

Being locked but also prepared to collect leaking pre-cum, I was by no means prepared to have a locked sub’s obligatory sit down wee, but, later, needed to ‘go’. This, of course, entailed unlocking and removing the chastity cage once more, gently rolling the condom off as carefully as possible with the aim to put it back after focusing on the call of nature whilst being tightly plugged with a large device – answering that call seemingly being quite an ‘ask’ when plugged to that extent, and often needing a lengthy form of what is tantamount to meditation, eyes closed, and perhaps by turning on a nearby tap just to make things happen!

Call of nature eventually complete, I once again found myself in an aroused state, still wearing the heavy metal cock ring, over which the chastity cage mount was fitted, balls threaded through both and the chastity cage belt held tight to my body, and in Mistress’ choice of lingerie, and even more aroused as I tried to roll the condom back on. Suddenly, this sub lost all control and, stimulated by the erect, condom covered, semi-locked cock, brought itself off to fill the end of the condom with a heavy load.

I began instantly making my way through a very steep come down. I could feel the mood dropping, but remained focused on the available load in the immediate aftermath. The condom was gently removed and the milky contents were upended into my cum hungry mouth, before the condom was carefully flushed away and the chastity cage refitted. This left me in a predicament of being crossdressed in lingerie, locked and plugged but lacking the same kind of motivation to be a such, post orgasm.

I was hugely disappointed with myself and felt like I had let myself down and Mistress, this despite being only self-locked and able to indulge a couple of times a week, but being quite good otherwise in between.

Back at my office desk, the despair continued. With a natural conclusion reached with workday responsibilities, I had soon decided that I would finish work for the day, passing by the same office toilet on the way out to get remove everything of kink from my body and make my way home in a flat and almost numb state.

A couple of miles into the journey home, I took a few deep breaths, almost by way of hugging and calming myself, exhaling fully, sitting up straight from the earlier slouch in the car seat, and told myself that this had all really been OK, and not THAT bad really, besides, I needed to appear in a good state on arrival home. It had nevertheless been getting somewhat intense that day, but the level of intensity was ramping back up again…

Revelations

Another body waxing appointment was hugely anticipated and, as usual, I was counting the days and then hours – a reflection of how much of a major part they are in my life for my well being as well as my sexual development.

As it turned out, he was also anticipant of my arrival. As usual, I arrived early, every stride increasing the anticipation of what might happen.

On arrival, he – my self described mentor – sprung out of his chair, hailing my arrival and stating that he was thinking that he could do with me turning up, and there I was!

He ushered me into the treatment room and left me to it for a few minutes. Hot late Summer weather meant I was soon naked though, shorts, a T-shirt and sandals being my only items of clothing.

In my naked state, I calmly paced around the treatment table for a few minutes, anticipating his entrance, briefly checking myself in the full length mirror and equally briefly, splaying my bum cheeks for some reason.

He was soon back with me, the veil for what lay ahead being in the form of checking my body to establish what needed waxing on this occasion, but taking full advantage of my naked, ready, willing and available state of use.

My hair growth patterns seem to have reached a point which has left me quite surprised in some respects yet continually frustrated in others. He determined that my back and bum were on the cusp of being ready but vowed to get on with the job in hand. I lay down on my front before the talc was liberally sprinkled to dry any moisture from the warm car journey and exterior heat.

Some heartfelt chit chat was exchanged as usual but this always seemed a precursor to something else – word foreplay if you like.

I was anticipating the point at which it was necessary to lift on to his favourite position – all fours – and took pleasure in adhering to his request to assume it when asked, head down, leaning on my elbows, bum up. The intimate part of the wax was completed.

In a salon first, and having not dressed for a hot day, in a move to cool off, he felt the need and comfortable enough in my company – not just another client – to remove his shoes and jeans and was working on me wearing only his undies on his lower half. Occasionally, he acknowledged the arguable naughtiness as he pressed his covered but firming cock against my body – his firmness having already been helped by me feeling his cock through his jeans before they were removed, his excitable state quick to become apparent almost seconds after I was on site.

He made a point of telling me how good my bum looked in its submissive raised position seen to him in the full length mirror at his end of the room.

This was at least an amber light to open up further to him sexually. I hesitated as a semi awkward silence fell across the room as he worked on me. He then reached for the moisturising/cooling cream, and started on my back before moving to my equally smoothly waxed bum.

I was distracted from what he was doing whilst plucking up the courage to begin opening up to him, and by the time I had begun doing so, perhaps he too had become distracted.

Not usually lost for words, I eventually found the opening few which referenced how much action that bum of mine had actually had in the preceding ten days or so. The rest seemed to fall out of my mouth with ease.

I regaled him with the time spent in the office when required to work there, fitted with a Lovense Hush plug, describing how random people can connect to and control it before moving on to detail the first of three dildo rides whilst working alone at home. Finding myself able to ruin from anal for the first time ever, and then on two subsequent occasions, firstly, heavily and openly, and clearing up the load, hand to mouth, then over other days, secondly and thirdly into a condom on my limp cock, contents then unloaded into my mouth from the upturned condom, the details were explicitly yet simply put.

As I explained what had been happening, I was aware of his encouraging reactions, intakes of breath, words and other noises of amazement and surprise before alluding to the power of a stimulated prostate and indicating how it had aroused him, adding how much he liked the loss of inhibitions.

His imagination had clearly pictured the scene of me bouncing up and down on my dildo, leading him to suggest that I could perhaps “sneak” it out of the house next time and into the salon for me to ride in the same way at the same time as I sucked his cock. This was not the first time he had expressed an interest in me being filled with cock in both ends.

Earlier in the appointment, led by my loaded questioning about something he had mentioned before, he briefly mentioned the opportunity to bring more cocks into the treatment room, and had explained other promiscuous play he had enjoyed with someone who is also a select play chum at the salon. I made all the right murmurs and said “Interesting” a few times, practically salivating at the prospect of beginning to suck more than just his cock. He said he would keep me informed of opportunity and the official circumstances under which things could happen.

Back to where we were, and his imagination of me dildo bouncing to “ruin” – a descriptor that seemed lost on him despite there being no response to its use – led him to instruct me to sit on the very chair he’d envisaged me on in the room as above and to start sucking him.

I was hungry for it, insatiable in fact.

His cock was instantly devoured in the same way as I had done before but the erotica of my recent explanations was clearly still in the forefront of his mind – either that, or I really was servicing his cock well – as I was acutely aware of a regular dose of sweet tasting pre-cum which I well and truly relished, especially the frequency at which I was being fed it.

His flow was clearly not lost on him and, leading as a person I saw as a sort of unofficial Dom, he instructed me to stand up and drew me in close, body to body. He was keen to know what his cum would taste like out of my mouth. As we embraced, our lips and tongues met. This was not something I was accustomed to or expected but it was seen as another barrier to break through.

Initially, I felt like I was a cat caught in headlamps momentarily, and as if my eyes were out on stalks at indulging in this particular bisexual act but I soon shed any related inhibitions, embraced the moment and engaged – albeit briefly – with both of the French kisses. He momentarily and breathily acknowledged how good his cum tasted in my mouth.

There was some more embracing intimacy – of that, I do recall but otherwise, I was a little lost in the moment, I will admit so the detail is now blurry.

Afterwards, I took the lead to frot his hard and my largely limp and submissive cock as he reached to tweak the nipples on my naked and exposed body and otherwise have hands-on play on my upper torso.

After all of the years of keeping it a secret, I had planned to open up about my lingerie crossdressing but, given the effect of my earlier revelations, decided that I would save any further ones until next time, and told him exactly that.

I pushed the ‘power bottom’ button by firstly planning to, then quickly lifting his t-shirt to play with his nipples, stopping short of bending down to suck them.

But returning to his cock was burning incandescently in my mind and I had soon dropped to the floor to submissively kneel and take it into my cock hungry, pre-cum drizzled mouth.

Again, I devoured his cock in every way that my mind could think of, deep throating, kissing, licking, teasing the frenulum, all the while whilst reaching around with one hand to grab a smooth bum cheek, the other hand cupping and playing with his balls, the success of my techniques reflected by his audible responses of pleasure in both sound and words.

In my mind, I really wanted to be fucked like the slut I was seemingly becoming but a sub doesn’t get to call such shots. I was, however, focused on getting a shot of my own – his load, shot down my throat. I used the odd moment in between working his shaft to briefly reference the previously agreed safe words but he said he didn’t need them at that point.

Again, instructions were uttered quietly and he beckoned me towards the treatment table. At first, it seemed he was going to sit on the edge whilst I went back down on him, but he seemed to change his mind and lay down on it instead.

I didn’t care. I just wanted his cock back in my mouth focusing on getting his load and immediately gorged back on his stiff shaft which was pointing straight up. It isn’t my favourite position and it was less so as I sluttily turned putting my recently waxed smooth bum towards him, so that I was standing diagonally alongside him, me looking straight down at his balls and hole and the back of his legs which were spread for his submissive to work.

He was seemingly increasingly carnal, sudden outbursts of words describing how much he liked my backside, and as if he could not devour my bum cheeks and hole enough.

With the door of the treatment room quite obviously shut, the already muted hustle and bustle of noises from the rest of the business outside were muffled further as he occasionally but very loudly patted my hole with a two or three fingers held together, to open me up further, before inserting them to resume vigorously finger fucking me. I just about managed to acknowledge this whilst in deep focus on continuing to plunge up and down his stiff cock, transfixed on the anticipated moment that he shot his load into the back of my willing and cum hungry throat.

His carnal lust led him to occasionally reach down to my still largely limp and lifeless cock, hanging uselessly between my legs – but he was working what was there and I reached the point where I knew he was making me cum. I withdrew from his cock, announcing the impending load before cumming moderately into a cupped hand.

This was my load and I was about to draw it to mouth when I was instructed to put it on his cock and suck it off.

This, I broadly adhered to, but there was a degree of hesitation and he seemed to sense that making the carnal and lust infused decision to bring me off first again was as much of a mistake as it had been last time he did such a thing. I was becoming post coital yet doing my damndest to adhere to a sub’s tasks.

I still have things to learn in that respect and it was at this point that he began masturbating to orgasm – a point at which my mouth was seemingly not needed in any close proximity to him as he worked.

I used my still cum soaked hand to rub my recently pumped load residue into his balls which he relished and soon, he erupted over his lower torso. Spent, he uttered one of two recognised safe words. The utterance was acknowledged verbally in response.

The paper roll which covered the treatment table was quickly used to mop up the two loads from almost wherever they had fallen. He cleaned himself up, as did I, and I spent a few seconds alone, comprehensively and studiously wiping my load from every part of my hand into which it had been pumped.

Acknowledging my place as a sub, and otherwise, having not exactly been scraped up as a kid, I cleaned the floor of the rest of my evidently heavier than first thought and therefore partially splattered load to my satisfaction, ensured that my cock could not leak any more whilst going commando in my shorts on the street outside, dressed and left to confirm the next imminent appointment, likely, for some more revelations.