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.

Taken completely by surprise

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

If you want it, it’s there.

NSFW

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Becoming a sex toy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Getting to the bottom of things

NSFW
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.

There for the taking

I was shown into the warm, softly lit room in which I stripped naked – everything including rings and watch – ready for what lay ahead.

Though I could have lay down on the treatment table before me, I did not. Instead, I stood at one end and checked my slim but imperfect body in a mirror.

Being the inner submissive, in a blatant bid to grab his attention, I spent the spare few waiting moments, gently patting my cock from underneath and the side, stimulating blood flow and gently becoming semi-erect.

Moments later, he entered the room and, in his fully clothed state, verbally demonstrated his instant acknowledgement and approval of my apparent ‘ready’ state, instantly moving behind or to the side of me as he wished, using the opportunity to apply his hands, gently caressing my bum cheeks, following the shape and taking further steps as my own body position changed to receive whatever it was being offered.

At will, he reached between my legs from behind to cup my balls and move his hand up and down my cock a few times. Occasionally, he would drag the palm of his hand softly across my nipples, and at others, tweak them firmly. He broke away momentarily to get some cream, quickly returning to slip it between my bum cheeks and begin opening my virgin-tight hole once more – my legs firstly spreading apart before one knee went up on the treatment table, giving him easier access.

In one intimate moment, he was stood close to me, face to face, hardened cocks in close proximity.

Dependent on his standing position alongside mine, as he worked on me, I used a hand to begin rubbing his hardening cock through his jeans. After a few moments, he unfastened them, and slid his boxer shorts down allowing what lay beneath to spring to attention.

Once, but arguably somewhat prematurely, some time ago, having previously described me as a power-bottom, and having explained what it was back then, this thought resonated with me in the instance. Historically, not exactly forthcoming at getting hard on the premises for reasons, I won’t go into now, this time, I was sufficiently hard and erect enough to take the lead in frotting, my hand around both hard cocks, mine leaking and, as I worked, touching his underwear which was rolled up but down just below crotch level, leaving tell-tale marks he would perhaps see later that day to remind him.

The close contact broke off after a few minutes for another position change. He was then standing to my side, I bent over, arguably there for the taking, but further allowing his fingers to work my yet-to-be broken in tight backside which had only ever been probed by fingers and sex toys. Gradually, my head lowered towards his crotch, taking his cock in my mouth. Moments later, my intent to serve went into overdrive, instead, kneeling at his feet to begin as long a period of time within as I possibly could.

Every now and again, submissive skills learnt over the years, I looked up into his eyes as I worked – sucking, kissing, licking the shaft and head, momentarily acknowledging his pleasure and re-enforcing my own acknowledgement and eagerness to do what I was doing – lust and consent in full control.

After a short while, the dominant in the room instructed the sub to change position. He stretched out on the treatment table, but, as sub, I was not done and stood alongside him, but sideways on, so that bum, cock and balls were close and within his easy reach. He made good use. Again, my mouth plunged on to his hardness, kissing, sucking, licking, teasing his oozing slit with my tongue, lapping up the precum, his hand wrapped around my cock and working it rhythmically. Moments later, I erupted a powerful, pent up load of creamy cum which shot the short distance on to the polished floor beneath.

I had never brought him off by hand before – he had normally brought himself off during previous encounters, but, determined to return the favour, this was to be the first time I did hand relief for someone else, and, more importantly, to a conclusion I worked his cock with all the skills and movements ever learned until his body convulsed several times, his hot load powering out in all directions, his moans of pleasure muted, but still evident as I continued to bring him off to conclusion.

The clean up began a few moments later, with soft talk from me which acknowledged stating that it had been a first to go straight to foreplay, as I led by submissively kneeling down with some towels to wipe up the pools of semen from the floor. He, on the other hand, was celebrating, audibly and physically, the moments that that had just been.

From there, as if nothing had happened, the actual reason that I was there was allowed to take place, the usual chit-chat and pleasantries unfolding as if nothing whatsoever had happened just moments previously.

Until the next time…