Continuing to Surprise

Another long awaited salon appointment had come around.

I always do what I can to surprise Him as my sexual journey and development continues, but this time, I really was going to completely catch Him by surprise.

I had made my way to the salon, early, and therefore had arrived early.

On my arrival, He was sitting behind the reception desk and was ready for me.

Again, there was no-one else around, no background music punctuating the silence. This appointment had long been pre-planned for a lock in -- just me and Him.

After some momentary exchanges of greeting, He led me into the inner sanctum -- the treatment room -- ensuring it was warm enough. It was.

He stretched out and arm, and held a hand firmly against my back as I passed as a way of warmly and eagerly ushering me in, then said He would need to lock the doors before the appointment could get underway.

It seemed like I couldn't get undressed quickly enough, and it seemed a struggle to remove the lighter Summer clothes I was wearing. But having done so, I moved around the room, looking in the reflection of the full length mirror across the other side of the room, my nakedness this time being punctuated by the metal chastity cage which had been a permanent fixture for two and a half weeks -- and counting.

I adopted a submissive stance, arms behind my back, head bowed, standing ready facing the door.

All the while, I could hear the sounds of Him busying Himself in the room next door, then the feint jangling of keys turning the lock in the front door of the premises.

He had soon breezed in but was instantly taken completely by surprise at the sight of my confinement.

But He most certainly approved.

I explained that I was now permanently locked, that my significant other was the keyholder, and on how long that had been the case, elaborating on how a female-led relationship had been developing over time but which had suddenly accelerated after a week away on holiday together during which time, I had been serving naked apart from when we went out for a few hours, and since then, advising on how I had locked up, presented to Her and handed over the keys.

Oh my goodness, did He approve of me being locked!

He told me many times how the cage had turned Him on.

"Have you cum since being permanently locked?", he asked.

I told Him that I had only leaked occasionally.

The questions continued, His curiosity piqued.

"Do you get hard in the cage? How does it feel?", he asked.

I said that I had been frequently filling the cage, particularly at night, but was now beginning to adjust and accept my denial and permanent restriction and that I was now almost forgetting I was wearing it.

Another step forward on my submissive journey had, once again, seen Him take the role of the dominant in that moment, inferring that He needed servicing but wasn't going to do the work necessary for it to happen.

"Go on then!", He instructed, almost inferring that his clothing wouldn't come down my itself.

I dropped to my knees, seemingly carried by the weight of the chastity cage, loosened His belt, unbuttoned His jeans, pulled down His zip and dropped the jeans down, followed by His black undies.

I had soon hungrily and desperately taken His thick, swollen, hardened manhood into my mouth, needing cock insatiably these days.

One hand cupped and played with His hanging balls, whilst the other reached around to cup and feel a smooth bum cheek or I was using both hands on his bum cheeks for leverage as I sucked His girthy cock.

This was total service of the cock and its owner, as is always the case.

I was conscious of the noises I was making as I sucked his cock, slurping, hungered breathing, whilst remaining conscious of techniques I had learned, using a hand to grip the base of the shaft, whilst my mouth and tongue worked around the head.

Occasionally, I would go deep throat on Him, much to His satisfaction, His cock tip tangibly hitting the back of my throat, the sub maintaining its breathing through its nose as control over any gag-reflex which was not to be triggered.

Occasionally, He wanted to deeply kiss me to taste His pre-cum in his sub's mouth, tongues intertwining.

Occasionally, I would stand up and let His hands roam across my body, using His sub for His pleasure.

He told me that He had been very much looking forward to the appointment once more as He tweaked my nipples and moved His hands around my body, across my chest, around my waist, through my hair, down and around to my bum.

The chastity cage was very much a draw.

He took full advantage to cup and jangle it, feeling the weight, enjoying the imagery and feel of his sub's confinement, and saying how much He liked the sight of it and reiterating how much it was turning Him on.

In a moment in which I was standing up, He asked me to turn, and said that if He couldn't use my tiny appendage, He would have to focus on my hole.

I was asked to spread my bum cheeks to fully display my hole. He reached for the nearby work surface nearby, and collected some cream to fully lubricate it up, loudly patting my hole to encourage it to open up further.

I was hoping that He was about to enter and soundly fuck me, but despite my back being turned, I could sense the hesitancy.

I knew this was because He was trying to be good, His partner having been ill, and unable to participate in sexual activity for as much as twelve months. I had previously offered myself to Him in the interim and, in any case.

After a few moments, I hungrily turned and dropped back down to continue servicing Him, and after applying some cream to his own hole, He asked me to work it with one hand as I worked out front.

After a while, He fully discarded his shoes, enabling Him to then fully remove His jeans and undies, but then said that He really ought to do some waxing.

I didn't need much doing, but wanted it doing and merely adhered to the request for me to get on the treatment table.

As He prepared, I could see his hardened cock protruding and glistening with pre-cum.

He used this, along with a wish to be sucked again, to move towards my head.

I turned on my side and once more, plunged up and down His shaft for a short while.

I was ripe to be used in whatever way was required.

Turning on to my back once more, His hands roamed again, cupping and grazing the palms of his hands on the cage He was drawn to like a moth to a flame, again repeating how much He liked it.

I placed the soles of my feet on the treatment table, and in doing so, spread my legs and raised my hips for Him to use and play with His sub some more, patting my hole to open it up.

Historically, waxing time used to lead to more generic chit-chat, a catch up, finding out how each other was, but over recent weeks and months, this level of conversation had been confined to the very extremities of the appointment slot, i.e. arrival and departure.

Conversation remains deeply sexual these days during waxing time.

I explained how I was in regular contact with a Black King who had selected my chastity device following my own indecision, where they were based and that I currently communicated with them on line.

"Be careful!", He emphatically appealed.

I assured Him that I would continue to be so.

I also said that my deepening fascination with and attraction to Black Dick had led me to buy a Black Dildo but that I had not been fully aware of its size until its arrival.

I explained to Him that it was then found to be 9″ wide and 23cm long.

"Have you been able to take it fully?", He asked curiously.

"With a little bit of, lube, time and effort, yes!", I said.

"Wow!", he replied, adding "You'll have to sneak it in next time so that you can be riding that whilst you suck some other cocks. That would be so hot to see!"

My vivid imagination went into overdrive at the thought. I toyed (no pun intended) with telling Him that I had already filmed myself using the Black Dick dildo but stopped short of showing Him, keen to hold back given that I didn't want to surprise Him again that day with images of my lingerie crossdressing.

I told Him that I had been using chastity devices for some time but nevertheless was still in a form of denial that I was now permanently locked and in the way that it had happened.

With the waxing done, I was instructed to get up again. As I did so, I offered to spin around for Him to assess whether any other areas of my body needed waxing, but was fairly sure that there wasn't.

He had soon confirmed as such, growth really slowing down across my body after years of training the roots to die off through regular waxing.

He stretched out on the treatment table for me to go back down on Him. Not only did I service the shaft and head, but I also moved down to kiss and nuzzle His frenulum, tongue His slit and swirl my tongue around His cock head, then moved further and gently took each of His loosely hanging balls into my mouth.

I sensed that He was giving consideration to the extent of His sub's servitude, in working his balls too.

Suddenly, and in a first for both Him and me, I was asked to reach for a small electric shaver and begin fully shaving him down, declaring that it was a good task for a sub to service and serve His mentor.

After a while, being sufficiently smooth, having checked in the mirror, and having praised His sub on its work, He returned to the treatment table for me to go back down on Him, my backside close to His head, me standing diagonally to the treatment table to maximise the ability for Him to use me as He lay stretched out.

He was full of ideas that day. It was as if his brain was in some sort of sexual overdrive.

Usually, historically, He has pursued making His submissive cum at a time of His choosing, whether He had been made to cum through His sub's work by that time, or not.

But the fact His submissive was now in permanent chastity meant doing this was not possible in the same way.

I was not to determine when my period of service had ended. We were locked in -- alone -- and I was being put to use until I was no longer needed.

After a few more minutes of me servicing Him, including sudden moments when I would deep throat Him with sudden plunges down His shaft, catching him completely by surprise and making Him exhale deeply and gasp, He declared having had an idea and instructed me to reach for the massage gun that had been used on me before.

I seemed to play the innocent at that moment, almost in a haze as to what He could possibly have in mind, yet somehow also knowing at the same time.

I merely picked up the machine as it was, but He then declared that He would use it on my cage and asked me to pick a favoured attachment.

After a few seconds, and determining that I had perhaps been deliberating too long, I settled on one 'finger' type attachment and handed it over for him to swap it over.

WIthin seconds, it was switched on and had been placed firmly against my cage, a hand cupping my restrained balls, the cage tip pointing directly into the palm of that hand, the attachment hard against one of the circular bars which encased my now permanently denied appendage.

The vibrations and sounds of the machine at work instantly began pushing my buttons, causing me to moan regularly and loudly with pleasure.

I could feel weeks worth of pent up semen -- stretching back further than the two and half weeks of being in permanent chastity -- beginning to rise -- it having been stimulated by everything that had been experienced with the new Black King, online imagery, almost permanent caged but restrained erections and so much more besides.

Having told Him that I had only briefly leaked in chastity since being locked, this was it -- I knew that when He made me cum, I was going to do so heavily and powerfully.

Moments later, I seemed to briefly hold off, as if I wasn't actually going to cum, but just feel the orgasm physically and mentally, but then, the palm of His left hand was flooded with jet after jet after jet of ruined sub semen.

I continued to moan with pleasure as several seconds seemed to feel like minutes of pent up semen being ejaculated, of so much cum from my heavy and denied balls being finally discharged.

In the brief moment after I had shot most of my load, the caged cock tip still steadily leaking on to the floor, I concluded that He would raise His hand to feed me my load to snaffle from it.

I was hungry for it, but I was to be denied it directly.

He moved his cupped hand, full of my partially creamy, partially watery cum and turned it towards His still protruding cock, my cum made to cascade down the shaft and envelope His balls, then running on to and between his legs.

I knew this was a test to check whether I could sustain, but it was a test I was determined to pass, particularly as I had only been ruined in chastity via the massage gun, akin to how I had had seen subs ruined on line by their Domme using vibrators and wands.

As my caged cock tip continued to drip on to the floor, I was back down servicing Him, tasting my load in doing so, somehow able to dispel my disappointment at not having been able to swallow it in full, as I knew I would get a full load to swallow soon enough.

He was so sufficiently horny that He declared the urge to be fucked himself and was duly using the massage gun to fuck Himself deeply.

I meekly told Him that being both locked and, in any case, a submissive bottom, I was unable to oblige. He knew that, of course.

After a few more minutes of being intensely served and serviced by me and intensely fucked by the massage gun He was pressing firmly into his hole, He came heavily, shooting up and into my mouth which remained wrapped around His cock.

I couldn't instantly sense His Load as it had collected at the front of my mouth, due to my head facing down over Him.

I remained attached to collect every single drop. In any case, He seemed nowhere near uttering the long-since agreed safe word.

Moments later, I lifted up and off.

As I did so, His collected load gushed back, flooding across my tongue and flushing down my throat, thick, warm and satisfactorily creamy.

"I haven't used the safe word yet!", he declared.

This led me to reattach and continue working Him, but this didn't last long.

Within seconds, He moaned with pleasure and spoke again with a giggle in his voice.

"I have now!", he said.

He was drained, physically, emotionally, and from His balls, literally, and spent the next few moments, making approving murmurs, heavy outward breaths and efforts to illiterate and sum up what had just happened.

"Who are you and what have you done to the person I knew before?", He said.

Modestly and light-heartedly, I responded, apportioning the blame on Him for sexually developing me over so many years, bringing out my submissive and bisexual sides slowly but assuredly but, of course, with my fullest of consent.

I instantly began assuming the nevertheless expected role of a submissive, clearing and cleaning up, getting down to the floor to clean my drops of semen up with some paper towel, gathering up the scrunched and torn paper sheet from the treatment table top and stuffing everything into a bin.

He thanked me sincerely but I instantly and modestly thanked Him by reply, adding that I did not know when I might be permitted to cum again.

His response was instant and emphatic.

"Probably the next time you come here!", he declared.

He was still gasping with amazement and satisfaction as He left the room to return to reception, leaving me to reflect on another very hot session, one where, although I had not been fucked as I had craved, I had been used as I had wanted to be used. I had already told Him earlier that I knew my place which was now accepted as being one of being there to serve and service cocks and this was 'mission accomplished' once more.

I was left to continue reflecting as I dressed, before joining him outside, efforts being made to find another appointment slot where He could comprehensively use me once more, possibly with more cocks as well and perhaps even on another day where I could continue to surprise...