A 'toy' for a 'toy'

The next salon appointment came around only a short period after the last to ensure that I was a fully body waxed smooth sub. The night before, I had taken a long shower and had a shave in what had been seen as a process of 'preparing' for Him.

On the day of the appointment, He messaged me, just a short while before I was going to set off anyway, and, once again, set the tone. "I'm ready for you now" seemed to say so little, yet so much. I quickly replied to confirm that I was on my way.

Although, naturally, I didn't rush on the road, I was nevertheless, psychologically in great anticipation of getting there. Once I had found a spot in the nearest car park, having been delayed by having to go to one of the highest levels to find a space, my walking pace was admittedly then quickened.

On arrival, He was sitting behind the reception desk, and all was all alone in the premises. This wasn't something new to me but the absolute silence and lack of the usual hustle and bustle elsewhere within seemed to swell the anticipation. He warmly welcomed me and opened the door to guide me into the treatment room, leaving me alone to undress.

I had only just finished undressing and was about to assume my usual attentive standing position when, having had very little to do outside in the main salon, He came in and, as usual, sought to confirm what waxing needed doing before assertively and vocally applying Himself to do just that whilst adding that, we were to be alone, locked in, but that we would not, after all, be joined by another cock I had serviced before, but He nevertheless verbalised that something could/would then happen afterwards anyway.

There was some general chit chat for a few minutes as He waxed me, but then, the conversation turned to sex.

He admitted that, before my arrival, He had been looking at porn on his phone. As I lay stretched out on my front, I pondered asking what He had been looking at but stopped short of doing so. However, there would be other opportunities to make Him hard in his trousers and undies.

He explained why the other cock, which had been expected to join us, actually hadn't. I seemed to recall that the reason given had been one they had used before, However, He added that, whilst possibly veiled due to the need for discretion, the other cock had nevertheless been genuinely looking forward to being serviced by me again after such a long while since the last time.

Whilst explaining this, He then struggled to recall what they had described me as to sum up my apparently much appreciated and hotly anticipated cock sucking skills. I was immensely flattered nevertheless and said as such in response, feeling somewhat proud as I was laid out, given that I had never had any training but, let's just say that I had done a lot of reading over the years, so perhaps I was 'self-taught'.

There was a moment or two of silence before He added to the praise, emphatically verbalising that I was still the best cock sucker He had ever had, explaining the ranking given to me by suggesting that some seemed to just go through the motions to get it over with, but that I seemed to enjoy it and wanted it to last. I reveled in the praise being showered upon me, but added confirmation that I love cock in both tone and word and generally couldn't get enough. As He continued to wax my body, He admitted that the discussion had made Him hard in his trousers.

As both of us seemed to reflect on what had just been discussed, there was then an electric, anticipant silence for a good few minutes.

Eventually, I broke the silence by stating that I had always wanted to see what I looked like sucking cock, through both photo and video, adding that my only ever experience of seeing myself at work was in the mirror which wasn't usually anywhere near as clear.

He seemed to ponder my somewhat brazen admission for a moment or two, before adding that, if such a step was taken, there would be a need for absolute discretion for all involved so that the footage didn't get 'into the wrong hands', but said that the additional few moments of discussion had made Him hard in his trousers again, suggesting that all this hardness had probably meant his cock was now glistening with pre-cum. I responded approvingly, stating it was just what I liked.

As I lay there, I wasn't entirely sure that I had muted my phone, and not wanting to be disturbed when play ensued, pondered finding an opportunity to check. But I was still stretched out on my front and being worked upon anyway. I thought to myself that, where I was to take an opportunity to check, He might have suggested doing some filming but then again, He might now have done. In any case, I felt mostly sure that I had silenced the phone before the appointment and both the moment and opportunity passed.

Almost constantly aroused, He seemed to be (and said as such that He was) hurried in his work to wax me, so much so that he was practically fumbling the warmed wax bottles and at risk of dropping them. I broke from my submissive state to offer words of calm: "More haste, less speed" was what I warmly offered but with which, He agreed.

I was expecting that, at some point, He would ask me to get on all fours so that He could more intimately wax my bum cheeks and hole. I knew this was His favourite position for me to be in for Him. I turned my head the other way from where it had long been, and seemed to then attentively focus on the full length vertical mirror to my left. In it, albeit from a side angle, I could only see my now totally smooth lower torso, bum and bent legs.

I gazed as He applied wax and then wax strips, occasionally rounding the curvature of my bum cheeks with his hands to check for remaining hairs, but He was also ever more frequently deftly and lightly grazing his fingers around my hole, and working down to my hanging balls and ever tiny, flaccid sub cock. In my own thoughts, I was in a state of acceptance that, as a sub, I should not be getting hard, but somehow, I didn't feel that I could get hard anyway -- I usually didn't when in these situations, ever the submissive, available for use. I knew where things were going.

I kept watching Him work, knowing that, at some point soon, He would be moving to the trolley full of lotions and oils and other salon accessories and sure enough, He did just that, smoothing cream over my waxed back, around my bum and, briefly, across the back of my waxed legs. Again, He returned to the trolley for more lotion and applied all of what had been collected that time to my bum crack and hole.

Then, to my surprise, He seemed to muse over something for a second or two before reaching across to the unit behind me and out of my main line of vision, to where the wax was warmed and stored to pick up a body massage gun, which I had admittedly seen at previous appointments, but, at the time, had innocently concluded that it was used for what it was intended as and when it was needed.

I could see that, at the time, it had a round, ball-shaped attachment. I heard Him switch it on to a low buzzing setting before feeling Him move it over and around my creamed hole, and occasionally down over my hanging balls and tiny hanging subby cock before returning to my now well lubricated hole. He asked me if it felt nice -- I was quick to respond positively and was aware that I had begun verbalising my approval through moans of pleasure.

I felt the gradual press of the ball attachment further and further into me, backwards and forwards, gradually opening me up, gradually going deeper until the entire ball attachment had entered me. As I fell deeper into sub space, I remembered the many times that I had been pro-size plugged or, embedded on my 6″ dildo, or more relatively, plugged with a buzzing Lovense Hush plug and the feelings that went with it.

Suddenly, as I fell ever more deeply into merely being used, He increased the speed of the massager and began heavily pounding me, the volume of the machine dominating the audio within the room, punctuated only by what must have been my very loud moans and momentarily held breaths out. I was becoming insatiable and could not hold back from verbalising my submissive state. My utterings were not met with any form of reply -- He merely continued using the 'toy' on His 'toy' and was powering on. The only words I can use to sum up the moment are that I was being "jack hammered" by it.

In the aftermath of my submissive haze, I am only able to recall that I had verbalised being a "bottom slut", that I "needed a good fucking" and/or "needed to be fucked". It must have been a considerable few minutes of me being well and truly and rapidly anally fucked with this attachment.

After a few minutes, He switched the massager machine off and discarded it somewhere, apparently to hand though, before coming around the side of the treatment table. I don't know when He did it, but as I lay down on my side, His trousers and undies had already been pulled down and His stiff cock was in front and centre of my face.

I instantly took Him in, my right hand reaching around to cup his smooth left hand bum cheek, my left hand somewhat pinned under my body initially. I was conscious that I really needed to put my left hand to good use as soon as possible. I began gorging on His rock hard shaft as my hole began to recover from its lengthy pounding. I was gorging on his manhood, assuming my place as a cock slut once more, going full deep-throat on frequent occasions, catching him fully by surprise on each plunge as his cock tip hit the back of my throat, my tongue being used to swirl around his cock tip and frenulum at the same time.

Occasionally, I would withdraw, and kiss and suck his cock tip. By this time, my apparently cold left hand had been moved to cup and play with his balls. Again, I plunged down, fully deep throating him, his gasps of pleasure becoming ever more audible and frequent. I mused to myself that I could do this all day. Being serviced so intensively led him to reach, once more, for the massage gun. He switched it on and, helping Him by rolling my hips towards him, He reapplied it to my recovering hole, re-entering me with it, jack hammer fucking me, causing me to resume the loud moans of pleasure and briefly held outward breaths -- His sub being fully used and arguably spit roasted by cock and toy.

His cock was leaking pre-cum into my mouth or which was being collected on the brief moments when I had pulled off his shaft and had been kissing and nuzzling his frenulum once more. I was somehow conscious that my cock was very steadily and slowly leaking as the massager gun was ever more stimulating my prostate.

I had begun dropping back into sub space and, as a result, I was slow to respond to a subsequent request for me to get up for Him to stretch out on the treatment table -- something He had done many times before with me, but, apparently, something He only did with me. I eventually clicked, processed it fully, and slowly began to assume the position, diagonally standing, my bum close to His head, my body bent over and once more, gorging on His cock and playing with his balls, again, deep-throating back and forth, lips clamped tightly around his shaft, his pleasure clarified by his loud moans.

Again, he reached for the massage tool, seemingly unable to resist its use, asking me to move position slightly to be able to enter me with it, then emphasising what was needed by asking me to back on to it. The fit and feel felt different this time -- somehow smaller and narrower -- but I was still being jack-hammered by it.

I was intently focused on my always craved prize -- cock -- and ultimately, cum. But out of my eye line, I had suddenly acknowledged that the massage gun had been deposited between his legs and looked a little different this time. But I hadn't even heard him switch it off, or felt him remove it from my creamed, worked hole -- such was my haze of subservience.

After a few moments, I felt Him reach down between my legs to my largely flaccid, hanging, submissive, tiny cock to begin pumping it with intent. I knew where He was going with this. He was testing my ability to sustain by bringing me off first -- something He had done before and was now doing increasingly at our meets. Internally, I was momentarily frustrated by this but soon acknowledged that it was part of my ongoing training to ensure that I remained attentive for use as others required it and whilst I was not necessarily in the right place with that development yet, quickly accepted what was my intended path in that moment. I lifted from His cock and began masturbating what feeble size I had, anticipating cumming into a cupped hand before swallowing it all, followed by His load.

He had other plans though and instructed me to cum over his cock and suck it off. I seemed to be exiting sub space but knew what I needed to do, and having turned, came heavily over his cock and balls, jets of warm, pent up sub cum lacquering his cock -- and from sub space, a little part of my full conscience was able to enjoy that brief moment as the jet wash continued. I had soon bent over again and, tasting my own load, plunged back down on him, catching myself unaware, briefly triggering my own gag reflex before reasserting control and focus. He was still lightly fingering my hole, so lightly in fact, that it tickled, and, with my mouth full, I moved my body to indicate that it did not feel quite right -- He stopped with those moves instantly.

Still I worked, bent over and plunging up and down his cock, taking the parts of my recently jetted load that still coated his cock whilst acknowledging the flood of my semen around his cock and balls, knowing my place was to fully service him. He them asked me to go slowly and with one hand cupping his balls still, after a few back and forth moves, I felt Him unload into my mouth, a powerful, thick and heavy load too. He grunted as his load powered into His slut's mouth.

I slowly lifted up and off, and as I did, seemed to want to resist the swallow, as if to hold His load in my mouth and savour the moment for as long as possible, but, in reality, the swallow was quickly done and I murmured approval. Still his cock leaked and, with my head having returned over his still upwards pointing shaft. I briefly reattached to collect the last few drops, so much so that I knew he would use the acknowledged safe word -- and He did.

He was left verbally summing up the session in words and sounds as he got up and pulled up his undies and trousers as I naughtily stated in reply "Happy New Year!" with a giggle in my voice, the cock and cum slut sub once more having completed its service and period of use.

At some point along the way, He admitted that He had never used the massage gun in that way before but, in that moment, had seen it there, so His imagination had run away with Him. I jokingly responded by stating that I didn't think it was in the forefront of the manufacturer's mind!

After he left, I noticed that he had returned the massage gun to its case on the unit top but that it had been latterly fitted with a thick chisel type attachment, one which had been used on me most recently. I picked it up a couple of times, marveling at the size of the gun itself and that it had been so intensively used on me, before placing it back down in the case again.

I had soon dressed and had joined Him outside at the reception desk. He had already scheduled me in again -- soon -- but this time, for use in a foursome -- Him and two other previously serviced cocks, one of which had fucked me bareback but all of which had come over me and inside my willing mouth.

It seems that my more frequent use as a 'toy' -- with cocks being sourced for me -- was ramping up -- for now at least. Other aspects of kink -- such a major part of my life for so many years, not so.