A Brea From the Norm

It had been quite some time since I had indulged in any tangible form of kink -- approaching three months in fact. The "massive break" Mistress said I needed was continuing to find its extent and the fact that it was happening was somehow strangely satisfying.

Home life was normal. Work days were normal. No sneaking around, no juggling logistics to indulge, no inclination to do anything other than occasionally visit kink social media which didn't last that long anyway -- usually.

I might post up a set of retro pics from earlier this year but that was an in depth as it got. I was soon applying myself to the requirements of the day. Everything was calm apart from health but ultimately, after a few trips for medical assistance, those worrying and not previously experienced pains, feelings and significant concern for my own welfare went away. I had also talked about my health to a few people, doctor included, which helped settle back down again into that now becoming familiar "norm".

A break from that "norm" came when another salon appointment came around. The differing points in the day when I was dressing, undressing and showering told me that the extent of hair growth was pleasingly slow and thin, the best it had ever been in fact.

The previous appointment had been long awaited and a lot of growth had been removed after it had been allowed to swarm across my body again over a fairly long period of time.

Admittedly, salon appointments were, on average, becoming less frequent because they weren't needed. There is no need to book in to have next to nothing removed as getting rid of weak, thin and light lanugo hair will merely encourage things to kick back in again and grow with a vengeance. After around a decade, I was finally making real progress to be hair free from waxing.

This was evidenced at the most recent appointment when He referenced so many parts of my body where there was little or no growth but concluded that He could wax my back and bum so I assumed the position and He got to work.

Chit chat ensued as we caught up with each other's life experiences since we last met. At some point, I knew He would ask me to get into his favourite position for his sub, on all fours on the treatment table.

As he worked on hair removal and the chit chat continued, I cast an eye across to the full length vertical mirror to my side. I could clearly see my upper legs and bum from the side. He knows I have a kink for mirrors and He must have known I was looking in it.

During the chat, I opened up about my recent health issues and said that whilst the pains I had were now in the past, I was now suffering tension in my back and shoulders, admitting that I had been thinking of booking a separate appointment for a massage.

He finished the waxing and as I watched in the mirror, he smoothed and rounded the curvature of my bum cheeks with cooling cream, deftly sweeping in between to my hole, before adding that, because of the progress in being less hirsute, He could use time that was left to give me that massage and moved to dim the lights to complement the spa type music that was already playing.

The aches and pains of late meant that the massage was very much appreciated. With me stretched out on my front, naked, He stood at the top of the treatment table, reached for some massage oil and set to work, asking me to grip the top of the table with my hands.

He knew what He was doing. The pressure points of my upper back were worked upon. He commented on the extent of the tension and explained the physiology of the human body, what happens to it when muscles tighten and what is needed to alleviate the problem, adding that it would likely take more than one appointment to ease things.

The massage was a means to more than just one end. After a while, the movements of his sweeping massaging hands moved further and further lower down my back to begin working and oiling my naked bum cheeks too and hole, His body leaning over my body, His crotch pressing against my hands. With a good period of massage having passed, He made no secret of the fact that He was hardening within His trousers and invited me to find out for myself. I was only too aware and had long been anticipating the point at which His hardened shaft entered my mouth and slid towards my throat, long since having been ready for sucking and servicing cock and swallowing His load, having been a while since the last opportunity.

He had soon undone his trousers and slid them down. With my head still turned away from Him, everything was done by touch. Out of my eye line, after I had teasingly rubbed His crotch through His undies out of sight, He had taken his warm and throbbing shaft out and I had taken a grip, slowly pumping it to ever greater hardness as He continued to work on my body, back and bum, occasionally caressing my head and stroking my hair.

After a quite a few minutes, and considering how long it had been since I last tasted it, the temptation to take His cock in my mouth became too much. I turned and lifted my head towards Him and took His cock into my mouth. Within seconds, He had shuffled around the side of the treatment table for me to gorge upon His, oh so very familiar and eagerly anticipated cock and balls.

Hands worked His balls, pulling them forward and cupping and playing with them, perineum stroked, occasionally reaching around to feel His bum cheeks. As I worked, He occasionally gasped with pleasure, being deep throated, my tongue swirling around His cock head and slit and intensely and tightly sucking as part of my full methods of service.

Nothing else mattered. Cock service was my place, my role, irrespective of other dormant elements of kink -- this one was not going to stop as my sexuality had been developed, fuelled and permanently lit.

After a few minutes, He instructed me to sit up on the edge of the treatment table which I quickly did. He drew in and began frotting His fully hardened and my stimulated, swollen but not fully hardened cock. He seemed to want to pump me to shoot my load and check my ability to sustain as His sub -- a tactic He seemed to be applying more frequently of late -- yet had not told me that this was His intention, although it had been intimated previously.

I wanted Him. I wanted to be used and He was using me as He saw fit. I was in no mood to have my sexual haze cleared through any form of premature orgasm and wanted to sustain, so took the lead with the frotting, breaking off to tap my cock head on His. He reached under my balls to finger my hole. Occasionally, He would reach down and tweak my nipples which He knows I like and which really pushes my buttons. He really was using me and I was loving it. I knew I was still and forever a slut for cock and being submissive. Get me naked, give me cock and watch me go.

He drew in close to a tight embrace with my legs open on the edge of the treatment table. He nuzzled and kissed my neck. I reciprocated as we became intertwined lovers, a bond so tight it is indescribable, cheeks kissed, but I then moved in to kiss him on the mouth, his tongue plunging into my mouth for a few seconds. I turned my head and lay it on his t-shirt clad body but I wanted his naked flesh and I wanted him naked yet, for some reason, held back from removing his T-shirt, even though I know He would have let me. I recalled that, apart from one occasion in a previous foursome when the other parties had told Him to get naked, one to one, He had never been naked from the waist up when we had been together alone.

With my apparent reluctance to remove His T-shirt, instead, I lifted it and began playing with and occasionally sucking His nipples, when doing so, hands were roaming around His body, chest, bum and torso. I didn't want things to end but knew that time was limited.

Being the sub, it was not down to me to indicate when things would need to end and He knew that His next customer out in the main salon would soon be around. He broke off and indicated that he would stretch out on the treatment table -- something that, apparently, He only does with me.

I was soon standing diagonal to his laid out body, my naked body bum closer to his head and hands and had soon plunged down his shaft, hands working his balls. Up and down I plunged, again, circling, tonguing, deep throating, lapping up yet more sweet pre-cum as a precursor to the load I knew I would soon be fed and was eagerly anticipating. As he used my body, patting and fingering my hole with my legs spread and bum offered, He was again verbalising the pleasure He was feeling as His sub worked. Occasionally, at points where I teasingly lifted off, he began masturbating, becoming ever more seemingly desperate to cum. but with me every more eager and focused on swallowing absolutely every drop of His load. I didn't want it erupting before me and risk anything going to possible waste.

As I worked, He was pumping my cock and trying to make me cum -- something I really didn't want to happen first, and occasionally drew away from his grip. Eventually, I was back with his shaft in my mouth and knowing his body was beginning to convulse, his cock throbbing, his balls beginning to pulse, his load powered heavily into my mouth. His much craved semen was collected, held in my mouth and after a few seconds of being swirled around my mouth, was ceremoniously swallowed, every shred of that activity relished and sensed. With the swallow done, I was still keen for whatever was left to come out of His still hardened and vertically pointing cock. I reattached to collect those final drops, so much so that He was forced to use the recognised safe word. He was then clean AND empty. With the cum collected, I detached, but the hunger for cum, as ever, remained.

Had there have been more cocks, I would have pursued their loads too, but there wasn't anyone else around this time -- just me and Him, so as He lay recovering from being serviced, He watched attentively as His submissive brought itself into a cupped hand and soon drew it to mouth, the pool of cum slathered around its mouth, the fingers licked, the rest swept from around the mouth and taken.

He got up from the treatment table and, away from my focus, must have pulled His undies and trousers up. I was still in a cum fuelled haze but was beginning to 'cum' out of it. I realised that His work to make me cum earlier had led me to leak on to the floor which was subsequently cum spattered. He left the room and I focused on cleaning up after myself, the paper towel sheet from the treatment table having been used to do so.

After I had cleaned up, I then concentrated on getting myself dressed, but with two loads satisfactorily nestling in my stomach and my mouth and throat still lacquered with cum residue I could taste with every natural gulp and with my own cum continuing to leak from my limp cock into my undies. I checked around before joining him in reception to book another appointment which, due to the extent of lesser hair growth, would not be for some time, something which, for the purposes of servicing cock more than any other reason rankled with me.

Before I left, with only semen having been exchanged as usual as payment for my services, He thanked me sincerely and said how much that it had set Him for the day. We embraced and I left to return to the 'norm' outside of the salon, that taste of two loads still so very evident in my mouth for the journey home.