Not Once, But Twice...

Having been called in for cock around a week beforehand, and with conditions being so hot and sweaty per se, but coupled with the activities that ensued at the time deeming it not possible to conduct any body waxing, by the time my scheduled appointment had come around, the weather was cooler and allowed it to go ahead.

As ever, I was early, arguably anticipant, but equally, not assuming anything other than what was planned, would actually happen.

I pushed the door to gain access to the salon, the door chime signalling my arrival. I was soon greeted by my mentor, my all the more so, in-the-flesh Dom.

As ever, I was ushered into the treatment room to strip off and present ready. Soon naked, save for my chastity cage, I stood in front of the full length mirror, staring directly at it, acknowledging the fit, the feel, the look, and still it seems, in some denial that it is me in that reflection and that I am permanently locked in chastity as the days tick closer to 100 days confined.

After a minute or so, He came in, seemingly determined to avoid being distracted by my naked, submissively presenting, and caged state, and sought to establish what areas of my body needed waxing, verbalising how he was aiming *"... to be good."*

It was determined that my back was ready for waxing, something that required me to be face down on the treatment table, of course. As I assumed the position, I gave some thought to how it would feel, laid out on my cage before settling down carefully as the cage nestled between my legs and into the soft, towelled surface I was on.

Eventually, He smoothed and rubbed in moisturising cream before issuing the instruction for me to get on to all fours, a position I know he particularly likes me to be in for the intimate wax to be carried out. Again, when done, I was aware of Him applying moisturising cream across my bum and crack, as needed to be done, but, I guess, wanted to be done.

*[Throughout the treatment, although general chit-chat ensued, so too did the sexually charged conversation. He asked me to remind Him of how I became permanently locked, even though I had regaled Him of this story before. I summarised a slowly developing female-led relationship, the liking for me to be naked around the house for my significant other, the objections She had historically made to me being intimately touched at the salon and how there had been repeated suggestions made by me for Her to lock me up -- suggestions that had been rebuffed. I concluded by reminding Him that, eventually, when this objection had last been raised some 80+ days ago, I had called her bluff, secretly ordered a cage, awaited its arrival and tentatively fitted it before presenting to Her with the key.]*

I was asked to sit up on the edge of the treatment table for the tops of my shoulders to be waxed, and obediently followed the instruction, albeit with my legs slightly spread. Having completed the relevant work by moving around the room, he returned to my front and smoothed moisturising cream into my shoulders, before nestling ever closer into the already present gap between my legs.

Suddenly, His hands began to roam, firmly pinching and tweaking my nipples, grazing across my chest or inner thighs, and then more intently, grabbing my cage, cupping it along with my balls.

Playfully, I challenged Him on his previous intention to be good. He replied stating that His aim was to be sufficiently good to be able to get the waxing done without becoming distracted at the naked, vulnerable and caged sub presented before Him.

By this time, He had got his own hardened and glistening cock out, and fed me His pre-cum, a finger grazed across His slit and around His cock head before being slotted into my mouth. I reached down to grab his veiny, thick and hardened shaft, working it and gently cupping His balls, as He continued to use my body as He saw fit, all the while with me being fed His pre-cum as a pre-cursor to what was to follow, or with me collecting and consuming it.

Our bodies were close. I submissively kept my head bowed, sometimes leaning against his clothed chest. This exchange went on for some time, until His thoughts seemed to have been totally consumed with being fully serviced -- something we both knew was going to happen amid the bubbling, but quiet sexual tension, punctuated only by the non-specific spa-suitable playlist coming out of the speaker in the corner of the room.

*"I think my cock needs sucking now!"* He said.

I instantly jumped down to one side.

*"Yes, Sir."* I said, briefly, quietly and submissively, but still emphatically clear.

With that, I quickly and hungrily consumed His manhood, deep-throating, tongue swirling around His slit, tip and frenulum, hands reaching around to cup His smooth bum cheeks and underneath to cup His balls, ensuring that He was being fully serviced. Sometimes, I would hover around his cock tip before plunging down his shaft rapidly, or fluctuating my mouth around Him, similar to the effect of swallowing fluid, something I would ultimately be doing for real -- just not yet.

I was in *'the zone', 'sub-space'*, I was doing what I was seemingly now built for and it didn't seem to matter whose cock it was -- I was going to be on my knees and intently focused on servicing it.

From my naked, caged and knelt position, I could hear His reactions, but this merely spurred me on to continue servicing Him for as long, as well and as intently as I could.

The moment at which He indicated that He would get more comfortably stretched out on the treatment table seemed to be a blur.

I know it happened but can't really remember it. I just drew off His cock, and retook it into my mouth as soon as possible once He had assumed the position, one which seemed more suitable for deep-throating and providing a more intense level of service, hovering around the tip, clamped firmly around it, before suddenly and tightly dropping fully down it, all the while, my hands were cupping, patting and rubbing His cum-laden balls.

He gestured to me that He would instead momentarily masturbate, seemingly keen to reach His peak as soon as possible, even though my aim was to build Him up slowly. I hovered at close range over His cock tip, the tip of my tongue teasing it, or with my mouth open, indicating the willingness to swallow His full load.

Moments later, He invited me to re-attach and work slowly. Within seconds, His load shot up, my face pointing down over Him, before raining down to the front of my mouth and collecting.

I didn't stop. He hadn't uttered the agreed safe word, so I remained like a slut possessed. I could feel his load pooling and swishing around in my mouth as I sought absolutely every single drop.

Still, no safe word was being uttered, but I felt the uncontrollable urge to lift off, raise my head and swallow. My mouth was quite full, and His load washed across my tongue before cascading down my throat, lacquering it as it went.

There was still no safe word coming from his mouth. There would just be more cum from His cock which remained hard and pointing straight up. He masturbated again and then asked me to reattach.

Moments later, He came again, seemingly with exactly the same quantity of creamy, warm semen which was again, shot into my mouth, but there was still no safe word. I continued collecting this bonus load and made sure that I would have every single drop of everything He had to offer me.

Then, what was deemed to be *A* safe word, but not *THE* safe word, was uttered.

He was at sixes and sevens. I lifted back up and swallowed again, celebrating the moment of having made Him cum, not once, but twice, then, with my mouth empty, throat further lacquered and stomach bristling with two loads, I reminded Him of what *THE* safe word was.

He confirmed by saying it back to me, but I still briefly reattached to kiss a final drop of semen from His cock tip and swallow it.

He seemed extremely surprised at what had just happened and added that He had never cum twice in such quick succession, before reasoning that it could be down to medication He was taking, explaining that He knew it was possible.

For a constantly cock and cum hungry slut, I could only see this, not just once, but twice, as a benefit going forward.