Trying to Be Good with the Sub

My last appointment at the salon was in fairly quick succession to the last, and at it, it would be the first time that I would end up being almost fully body waxed.

Such is the nature of hair growth patterns across my body, I do frequently seem to be in a constant state of 'work in progress' much to my ongoing frustration.

However, I am increasingly less and less hirsute as repeated waxing continues -- slowly and surely -- to kill growth off, hair getting weaker, thinner and easier to pull out, so arguably less painful too.

As ever, I was at the salon early but was soon met and guided through to the treatment room, left alone to undress but stand, as ever, ready for when He came in the room, which He soon did.

There seemed to be a different mood in the room and I sensed He had a particular and direct purpose, that being to attend to the business of the day -- waxing the areas of my body that needed doing.

Gone are the days when I will be stretched out ready on the treatment table. My default position is to strip naked and stand ready "for inspection", this being veiled in checking the extent of hair growth across my body and therefore identifying what needs doing. Touch appears key for this, sweeping a hand across my flesh identifies to Him the thickness and density of any growth and whether it is therefore ready for removal. It is neither appropriate, professional or conducive to client care and welfare to merely slap on the wax, attach the wax strips and pull all and anything and everything out that will come out, skin being a very fragile canvas.

Sure enough, His hands began to sweep around my body but along the lines of carrying out that assessment of growth. After a short while, the way His hands swept across my body became more focused and intimate and this led Him to state that He was "trying to be good" that day.

The intimacy began to ramp up, as His eagerness to be good with His naked and vulnerable sub became an eagerness to use it instead. I began to position my body to encourage Him more, slightly bending over and wiggling seductively as His reaches rounded the curvature of my bum cheeks, down to my inner thighs, my legs slightly spread to encourage Him further, to reach in to play with my ever more tiny limp cock and cum-laden balls, made so due to regular chastity.

He remained fully dressed at this time and I reached down to feel the ever building hardness in His jeans.

This seemed to be something He couldn't take for too long and again, although recently, it was the place of His sub to undo His mentor's jeans if it wanted His cock, on this occasion, He couldn't wait for this to happen and was soon unbuckling the belt, undoing the jeans button, sliding down the zip, and taking down His undies, hardened cock springing to my attention and my grasp.

He had soon drawn me into a tight embrace, cock to cock, mine being worked to encourage it to harden. Frottage soon began, me, described previously by Him as a "power bottom", leading the way with the intimacy, his hands reaching to my nipples to firmly tweak and play with them -- something he knows I very much like and respond well to.

The embrace became tighter, His hands continuing to roam as I wrapped my arms around His upper torso, the embrace being tight and total, him nuzzling and kissing my neck, me returning the move.

After a few minutes, with my hunger for His cock having grown to unbearable levels, I broke from the embrace and dropped to my knees, not instantly taking His length and girth in my mouth, but instead, beginning with gentle deft licks across the head and up and down the shaft, then easing my lips over the head, tightly, teasingly, all the time with my tongue teasing His slit and frenulum. Cock hunger and the ultimate aim of swallowing His load drew more clearly into focus, but intently sucking His cock was the first priority and for as long as I possibly could.

As I began plunging up and down His shaft, methods changed, deep throating, and using techniques recently learnt to draw a sideways figure of eight on His body with my nose whilst his cock tip probed the back of my throat, mouth clamped, breathing controlled, no gagging allowed.

Backwards and forwards I pumped, occasionally detaching to, one by one, take His balls in my mouth, but I was so hungry for cock and murmured appreciatively and lustfully, briefly drawing off, breathily whispering to declare how much I loved cock before plunging back down.

He seemed to remember the early aim to be good but equally so, seemed desperate to cum and in a moment when I had detached, began masturbating in front of His sub's hungry and eager mouth which opened to accommodate an anticipated load being shot into the back of its throat. I placed my mouth over his cock tip as he worked the shaft, eager to collect every -- single -- drop of that craved load.

After a short while, He could wait no more and, sure enough, His load powered into my mouth, the cum being allowed to fully pool and collect within.

Content, I withdrew from His length and very contentedly swallowed, savouring every drop, but hungry for more, so repeatedly returned to His still leaking cock tip and collected what was left, with such intent, He became forced to use His safe word once more

As He celebrated the moment, the still cum hungry sub rose to its feet as the collected load slipped down its throat, taste and consistency pushing every single button within, hunger for cum still at the maximum.

Were there more cocks present, those loads would have been taken too, one by one, however many there could have been, ever more eagerly a conditioned and trained cum dump for willing and available cocks.

Accepting that it was just me and him on that occasion, and with him spent, I knew the only load available to me was from my own slightly stimulated cock and, prone to leaking and premature ejaculation these days through persistent chastity and ownership to Mistress, I soon came heavily into a tightly cupped hand, again, the eagerness to not waste a single drop leading to the hand being rapidly brought to mouth, the pool of cum slurped up, the palm, fingers and back of the hand licked fully clean over the next minute or so.

The minutes after led to the sexually-fuelled haze lifting, and within a few moments, the waxing began as He satisfactorily admired how smooth His sub had finally become all over after quite some time.

His project, being ever developed, and ever learning, had served, serviced, sucked, swallowed, and been attentively open to being used. At the start of the day, He had tried to be good with His sub, for reasons unknown to it, but He always looked forward to sessions with His sub and His sub had made sure that He certainly had not been good, but His sub definitely had been.