Called in for Use

This last few weeks, I have been, once again, counting the days between body waxing appointments - 4 weeks, 3 weeks, 2 weeks, a week, 7 days, down to 24 hours than counting the hours down too.

However, a recent appointment was necessarily cancelled due to personal reasons for my mentor and it was suggested in the cancellation text message that I could be as much as four weeks away from my next.

Accepting and empathising with the reason for this, I was also frustrated for myself, but also resigned to watching as my body was once more enveloped in hair growth, time being left for it to run wild again given the lack of appointment time to remove and deter it.

[For those wondering why I don't just shave it off in such a situation, I should add that I have been going for regular body waxing appointments for around 10 years now. I know on good authority that shaving encourages growth whereas waxing slowly discourages it.]

However, just over a week later, I was surprised to receive a text which invited me to go in the following day.

His circumstances had not changed, but arrangements had been made for Him to be able to resume work. I was jubilant. The countdown clock in my head was reset and the anticipation began.

Again, the hours were watched by, finding things to distract me.

I set off early to anticipate the traffic into the centre, but I had not set off early enough, distracted by my kink social media chats.

Everything seemed to be against me -- there was traffic queuing everywhere, and when it wasn't queuing, there was lots of it.

When I got to the car park, unusually, I queued to get in there too, and whilst I was frustrated, I still knew I had time to get to the appointment and on-time, although I DO like to be early if I can, for His business reasons as well as my personal ones, particularly if He is ready for me.

On arrival, I was ushered into the treatment room, snug and warm from the corner heater, which seemed to encourage and speed up my urge to get naked for Him.

For a brief moment, I looked at my submissive naked body -- something I had seen a lot of in the days previous -- in the full length mirror I rarely got to look in whilst being waxed or serving cock presented to me.

Anticipating His imminent arrival into the room, I turned to face the door, put my hands behind my back and bowed my head and kept in that position as he came in, to ensure he was aware just how submissive I was in that moment.

"We ought to get some waxing done first," he said determinedly.

With me standing there naked and submissive, He began assessing the extent of hair growth on my body but ultimately couldn't resist and the touches quickly became more overtly sexual and sensual, sweeping around my body, chest, nipples, bum, between my legs and, with Him fully clothed, and me, of course, totally naked, He moved in behind me and pushed His crotch firmly into my bum crack.

Moments later, he had spun me around and pulled me in close -- at some point, he had dropped his trousers and had got his thick and hardened cock out.

I instinctively wrapped my arms around His body as the embrace became deeper.

Now increasingly lovers as well as sex partners, we kissed deeply as we would do occasionally throughout the unfolding minutes ahead of us, him ultimately wanting to taste himself on my tongue and in my mouth when demanded.

I used to internally object to kissing, almost an attempt to deny my bisexual tendencies in a remote part of my brain, but with those tendencies having been continually developed, I now fully embrace the affection felt for me and engage with it.

Our tongues entwined and our heads moved side to side as the passionate kiss continued.

At this point, heavily breathing, I firstly confessed that I had spent most of the preceding week, naked in what seemed to be the acceleration of a female-led relationship with my otherwise unknowing significant other.

He seemed to gasp at the sudden admission from His sub.

Even before the appointment, knowing I wanted to, and that we would have to and should discuss his personal issues at some point, I moved on to my second point, that of my last group session, specifically, how I was spit-roasted but had not quite been properly fucked, as they had struggled to get inside me and then stay hard.

I suggested to him that I had perhaps not been sufficiently lubed up with either the creams available in the room or, more specifically, some lube. I declared, sexually fuelled and horny to be used, that I now desperately needed to be fucked, and, more specifically, was yearning to be bred.

He said that he would have to get the cock back in again for my next appointment to try again.

"Please!" I replied insatiably.

I also referenced how one of the cocks had spoken (down) to me for what was my first time, directly as a submissive -- this after they had asked my mentor if I would suck their balls.

I reminded my Mentor/Dom how, last time, He had replied: "He will do whatever you want him to do!"

He murmured by way of acknowledgement, attentively listening as his sub opened up so much more sexually further before him.

In making that noise, he seemed to acknowledge that I was more of a submissive that he had first thought but said that the individual seemed to know what they were doing, as if they had done it before.

Being a cock slut, I had told my Mentor that I didn't know which one of the two cocks in our last group session was which as I was in my submissive place kneeling at the feet of cocks, not having made any eye contact of note with them.

He reminded me which one of the two they were as if it would help me put two and two together.

My place was merely to service cocks put before me -- so his explanation still meant little.

Previously, albeit some time ago, He described me as a power bottom, because of how I can take the lead despite being a sub.

Down below, I briefly held our cocks together and frotted them., but He knew what He wanted and was soon sitting on the edge of the treatment table, cock protruding, glistening with pre-cum.

I was instantly at work servicing Him as I know he appreciates, slowly, softly, deeply, tightly, swirling my tongue around His shaft, kissing down it, taking His balls into my mouth, then slowly working my way up before hovering over the cock tip then softly and deftly softly plunging back up and down his thick, veiny, hardened shaft.

My hands had begun cupping His balls, drawing them forward, nothing of His manhood allowed to be left alone. He wanted a taste and drew me up to deeply kiss me again, murmuring at the taste of his pre-cum in His sub slut's mouth.

Again, I dropped down to kneel submissively at His feet and plunged up and down His shaft once more, but He had soon determined that it was time for some waxing to be done and asked me to stand up again, determining that I would lie on my front and have my back and bum waxed.

Ordinarily, I would simmer down and we would have some 'catch up chat' but the sexual tension was high. I would occasionally lift my backside and give it a wiggle, and there would be an erotic, anticipatory silence from time to time where neither of us was saying anything.

Occasionally, he would touch me intimately, patting my hole to open me up.

Discussion lightened to that of the issue that had led to the cancellation of my previous appointment.

I offered my fullest and most sincerest empathy but as time ticked on, I knew that He would soon ask me to get up from the laid out on my front position, on to all fours on the treatment table, head down, backside up, for Him to complete the intimate wax.

Though I tried to see, I quickly realised that there was no view for me in the full length mirror, but He could see everything -- of that I was sure.

Acknowledging my earlier declaration of appreciation for being spoken to as a submissive, this time,

Previously, He had merely politely asked me to assume the position.

He lightly tapped me on the bum and authoritatively.

"On your knees!" he said with an upward inflection in His voice.

"Yes, Sir!" I instantly replied.

With the waxing done, He applied cooling cream, working it into my crack and hole, but patting it to open the latter.

He was not done with me. That seemed clear.

Time didn't seem to matter and he told me that he had been waiting for me to come in and had used a cancelled appointment slot to call me in, needing my service, particularly given that he would not be able to have sex with his partner for some time because of the situation he had been faced with.

I told him that I was there to be used instead as and when he saw fit.

When done, He asked me to get off the treatment table as He needed to get on.

Laid out flat on His back, His cock glistening, pointing upwards, He took his trousers and undies further down His legs for me to work.

I instantly went back down on Him, turning my bum towards Him to use me.

I was so focused on His hard and glistening cock that I wasn't too aware of what He was doing back there, but I was His slut and therefore, merely for His use.

I was fully attentive to His hard, thick, wet shaft, deep-throating Him, swirling my tongue around His tip and frenulum or plunging down to take His balls in my mouth, one by one.

I told him that I could service cock all day, any cock, as many cocks as could be provided.

He seemed to be losing control as the intense service continued and occasionally reached down to play with my largely flaccid cock, pumping it vigourously at times.

I declared that it was largely limp. useless and lifeless these days.

His response was that it felt quite firm and lively to Him.

I then opened up for the first time ever that I was not only regularly plugged and used a dildo, but was also regularly in chastity.

He seemed to momentarily gasp as His sub of so many years continued to both please and surprise Him so very frequently.

After a while, He expressed a need to take a break and sat up, asking me to fetch the massage gun that I had already picked up briefly and had inspected before He came in the room to join me at the start of the appointment.

He firmly declared that he would use it on me, His aim seemingly being to make me cum before Him, and test my ability to continue serving afterwards.

The attachment was of a two-pronged U shape.

He worked it upon my semi-hard shaft but resisting my own orgasm, I turned and stood spread-eagled leaning against the wall with both hands up high and spread out, legs back towards Him, bum sticking out and with my body language only, asked Him to use it on me.

First, it was the same attachment, opening up my hole with the two prongs of the U-shape.

I could feel him opening me up, and pleaded with Him to fuck me with it.

I began to fall into deeper sub space, nothing but a sex object, a slut, a toy, a fuck doll but He stepped briefly away to change the attachment to something more phallic in shape before jack-hammering my hole with it, pushing further into me, probing, pumping, working, fucking me.

He reached down between my spread legs and began pumping my dangling cock with intent to make me cum. I tried to resist but eventually gave in to His demands to test my stamina and servitude after orgasm.

As I reached to direct a cupped hand underneath my cock, a powerful jet of watery semen hit the hard floor surface.

The rest of my creamy load was caught in the lowered hand and with the intention that I swallowed it.

He had something else in mind.

He returned to a laid out position on the treatment table and instructed me to smother His cock with my load and suck it off, whilst using the massage gun on Him, having changed the attachment back to the two-pronged U-shape.

I concentrated on sucking his cock whilst massaging his perineum and balls with the massager.

This must have gone on for some considerable time, occasional instructions on what to do and where.

As I looked out of the corner of my eye, I could see the valley between the top of his legs and balls contained a river of my watery, creamy load, the rest of it, being taken off his shaft as I sucked it.

Eventually, he asked me to work more slowly.

Then, he came -- heavily -- his body repeatedly shuddering as jet after jet of thick semen pumped up into my mouth.

At first, his orgasm was dry, but then came the flood that I craved. Inside, I felt a smug warmth of a satisfied, satiated cum slut.

He seemed to be struggling to come up with the long since agreed safe word, so I said it for him to repeat after me.

Nevertheless, I rather naughtily but briefly reattached to clean him fully.

As he got up, he seemed to lean against the wall to steady himself, drawing breath and gasping with amazement at the extent of the service he had received.

"There is money to be made in that!" he said, as he had done many times before.

I did not expect him to have to clean up or find something to clean himself up and, before kneeling to clean the floor of my partially spattered load, handed him some of the paper sheet that had been on the treatment table.

He left the room and I could hear Him engage in general day-to-day chatter with those outside the treatment room, but I knew how He was really feeling.

I took a moment to compose myself, reflecting on the sheer eroticism that had just unfolded and what I had done, and drew breath.

"Fucking hell!" I whispered quietly.

I then began pulling myself together, dressing and meeting him outside to book my next appointment -- and whatever else was planned to happen at the same time -- called in again -- for use.