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The Bottom Slave Ch. 01

By: Laz110



'She is going to grip you by the balls and squeeze until the pips squeak.'

Dave sat there dumbfounded, the words barely registering. He was in his lawyer's office going over the final industrial tribunal proceedings.

'She can't do it,' he finally exclaimed.

'Yes she can,' Mr Browning explained. 'And she will.' He lounged back in his plush swivel chair.

'Is there nothing I can do? Dave anxiously asked. 

The lawyer sighed. 'Apart from earning a lot of money quickly? Not much.'

Outside it had started to drizzle and Dave turned up his collar hard against the wind. Fucking cow. She promised she'd only take what they'd agreed. Now the bitch was stitching him up like a kipper. On top of that she'd only worked for him for barely a year. Sexual harassment! Now there's a joke. She'd flirted and teased him and he'd thought she'd been gagging for it. As it turned out she was just after one thing. Money.

That evening he downed a few lagers while watching the match but his mind was too busy for him to enjoy the game. After a while he heard the letterbox in the hallway go clatter. Glancing through the net curtains he just caught a glimpse of a shapely woman scurrying off down the road.

Leaflet droppers are getting more attractive these days he idly thought, picking up the unmarked white envelope. Returning to the football, he sank into the armchair and changed his mind about furnishing the bin with it. He ripped the seal and started to read the enclosed pamphlet.

ESCORTS FOR THE DISCERNING WOMAN it read in embossed gold lettering. Then it listed some of the services provided, some of the rates given to the male escorts, and then ran a lot of satisfied customer comments.

'£250 an hour!' Dave whistled softly, almost as if in slow motion. 'That's bloody good.' He downed another lager and his mind set to work thinking. After half-an-hour his spirits were raised and he managed to watch the rest of the match without contemplating this cow of an ex-employee. Then he decided to pluck up enough courage to take the plunge.

Susan Chambers walked quickly, crossing the busy main road to enter the dress shop. The assistant raised her eyebrows as if to ask if she needed any help. Susan shook her head and waded into the racks of casual trousers. As she searched she opened her mobile and pressed a speed dial number.

'Hi it's Sue Chambers. I need someone tonight. Yes...' she went, flipping through

the clothes. 'I want them to not enjoy it though. Yes, an unwilling. Have you got anyone?' She chose some beige trousers and carried them into the changing room. 'I know it's more expensive but I'd really like them to be a 'virgin'. Have you got anyone?' She cradled the phone as she squeezed her bulbous backside into the tight slacks. 'Shit! No one at all? Look, after the last one you sent me I really don't want to be let down again. Why? Because he enjoyed it. Look if you can't do it I think I'll leave it.' She pressed a button and cut off the protesting woman. Admiring her swollen backside in the mirror, she took off the slacks, dressed and paid for them at the till.

The building was a block of new offices not far from where Dave lived. He took the lift to the 5th floor and entered the plush reception of Female Satisfaction Escort Agency.

'Dave Watson,' he said to the attractive woman typing. 'I phoned earlier.'

'Please take a seat,' came the reply. 'I'll let Liz know you're here.'

He didn't wait long. A leggy blonde strode confidently up to him and offered him her hand. 

Her office was all indoor plants, executive desk and chair, and a view over the Thames.

'I set up this agency a few years ago to cater for the discerning woman, Mr Watson,' Liz explained. 'You see more and more women are big earners, hard workers and they don't get much time for having proper relationships. So, you see, we fill in the gaps in their lives. A woman is now more likely to just want to go out for an evening, for dinner, theatre, opera, and are quite happy to hire a man for the evening.'

Dave casually watched her extolling the merits of female equality. But it wasn't just equality these cows wanted. It was superiority. They wanted to be on top now more than ever before.

'I understand you're interested in becoming one of our escorts,' she continued.

'Yes, I like women and thought I could do something like this to earn a bit of extra money.' He wouldn't have minded being an escort to Liz. I bet she makes a lot of noise in bed, he mused.

'There are 'extras',' Liz smiled. 'A woman who pays for the evening will often pay a handsome sum to be 'pleased. It's sort of expected.'

'It said £250 an hour,' Dave said.

'Ah, yes. But that is for the executive service,' Liz went on. 'There are a few levels of fees, starting off with intercourse at £100 per hour, going up to 'anything goes' at £250.'

'That's the one for me,' Dave grinned.

Liz was smiling too. 'Ok, let's sign you up then, shall we.' 

A little while later she told him she'd give him a ring if anything came up. She was still smiling as he left the office.

The horse was panting as Debby arrived back at the stables. She carefully took care of her mount before going into the house. She'd had a good run and now just wanted to have a nice long soak in the Jacuzzi before hiring a man for the evening. She'd never done it before and thought she'd give it a try. Her friend Sheryl had recommended the agency to her. She'd said she'd never been satisfied as much by the one they'd sent her.

Debby dreamily luxuriated in the warm bubbles and fantasised about what she was going to do later that evening. Sheryl had told her the type of things these men did for you. Sheryl told her she called them slaves. She made them do all sorts of things for her, she'd said. She made them do things they often didn't like, she'd said. 

Then the thought proved too exciting and Debby couldn't stop herself fingering her swollen vulva lips until she lost herself in an indulgent world of orgasm.

The house was very up-market. Double-fronted, driveway with trees and two marble lions by the entrance. Dave was very impressed. He swallowed hard and rang the bell.

'Come in,' the woman said smartly, waving him in. She was an inch taller than him, wore an expensive hairdo, and had the kind of attraction that makes heads turn.

'I'm Sue,' she said, closing the door. 'And you are?'

'Kevin,' Dave said. The agency had said you could use whatever name you liked.

'Well, Kevin...' she said in such a way as to not quite believe him, '...follow me.'

The hallway had several doors to each side. The double stairway went up to a heart-shaped landing. He followed her up the crimson deep-pile to one of the rooms upstairs. She wore beige slacks so tight they looked spray-painted, enhancing her protruding bottom. Her bottom cheeks bounced as she strutted along the corridor.

'In here,' she said, opening a door. He thought it sounded a bit like a command.

The room was looped net curtains, four-poster, expensive drapes, gold-leafed furniture.

'I want you to take all your clothes off,' she ordered, slamming the door.

He felt self-conscious as he stripped under her watchful eye.

'I've paid for the 'anything goes' service,' she replied. She was standing, hands on hips, smirking, surveying his naked body.

'Yes, I have to do anything you want,' he answered slowly. 

'Satisfaction guaranteed, otherwise you don't get paid,' she sniggered.

'What is it you want us to do, Sue?' he asked a little anxiously.

'I want you down on your knees,' she said firmly.

It's two-fifty an hour, he thought. I'll have to do it or I'm not getting any money, he thought.

He got down on to his knees. She was smirking even more now. She turned her back on him.

'Crawl on your hands and knees over here,' she said.

He did as he was bid, feeling absolutely stupid. She was enjoying herself -- the cow!

Stopping right behind her, he saw her she looking down at him kneeling before her bulbous bottom. She was grinning a nasty grin. He knew she was revelling in his humiliation.

'Kiss my bum,' she commanded. 'Kiss each buttock all over, starting with the left one.'

He hesitated. Did he really have to go through all this? He didn't stop for long. Reality about his situation hit home.

'Come on,' she insisted.

His lips pressed against her left bottom cheek. The rounded flesh welcomed his embracing lips as he kissed her buttock 

'You're doing a very nice job,' she enthused, her breathing taking on the heaviness of someone thoroughly enjoying themselves.

When he finished kissing her left cheek all over he started on the right. His mouth and lips travelled slowly all over the mounds of anal flesh.

'You're not a bad kisser,' she chuckled down at him. 'Now we'll see what you're really made of. Get over by the bed.'

She stripped as she moved to the four-poster, peeling off the slacks last. Then she bent over the end of the bed and lay face-down, resting her feet on the carpet. Her bottom stuck up in the air.

'Get between my legs,' she instructed. 'And now I want to feel your tongue all over my bum.'

Dave had never felt so humbled and humiliated in his entire life. But he knew she would withhold payment at just the slightest complaint. Jesus H! What had he let himself in for? There was no getting out of it now. He'd just have to swallow his pride and get on with it.

'Lick it in the crack,' she said bossily, as her body began rocking and writhing at the feel of his tongue slaking across her expansive backside.

'That's it,' she breathed, 'lick my bottom all over...'

She knew from his actions he was not enjoying what she was making him do to her. Which only made her feel more excited. Then the sensations caused by the knowledge of his humiliation began escalating her stimulation until she was lost in her own ecstatic world. She was loving his subservient position and she was determined to get her monies-worth.

'I'll give you a bonus if you lick me right up the crack,' she managed to say huskily.

He was almost in tears. He had no choice. Her back arched as the tip of his enslaved mouth organ encroached into her anal passage. For the next three and a half hours Dave did things to her he had never thought he'd be capable of doing.

That night Dave lost any self-respect he may have had. She took it away from him. It was something he would never be able to recover from. 

The Bottom Slave Ch. 02



Part 2

Friday afternoon.

'Hi Sue, it's me,' Debby said down the phone.

'Hi Sweetie,' Sue replied in her ear.

'Did you see him?'

'Yes. He left about an hour ago.'

'How did it go?' Debby asked excitedly.

'Anything Goes has to be the most divine service any agency has ever come up with,' Sue gushed. 'I've never had so much fun.'

They both laughed.

'I can't wait,' Debby chuckled. 'I've booked him for later today.'

'Good luck,' Sue said. 'What have you got in store for the lucky guy?'

'Oh, I thought I'd take him for a little ride to start, then who knows what I'll make him do,' came the reply. Then they both laughed for a long time.

The shower felt good, the hot water washing off all the smells from his face. There was a part of Dave that felt he'd been raped. He scrubbed his body carefully all over until every last bit of anything which reminded him of her had been rinsed away.

Then he had a cold beer in front of the open fire, with music from his sub-woofers drifting into the lounge, soothing him. He was just collecting his thoughts when the phone rang. 

'Hello Dave, it's Liz from the agency. Well, I think contrats are in order. Your first client sang your praises and she wants to book you for all day next Thursday.'

'Oh,' was all Dave could manage.

'And Debby wants to see you tonight don't forget. But I'm phoning to let you know she's extended the booking for all weekend too, up to and including Monday.'

'I don't think I could manage...'

'Come on. Just think of all that lovely money,' Liz went on. 'And not forgetting you're contracted to fulfil your obligations.'

'What?'

'It's in the small print,' Liz answered cheerfully. 'You won't get paid for any previous work unless you complete all of the assignments we give you.'

'I didn't know that,' he spluttered.

'I did tell you, Sweetie,' she chuckled. 'And while you're on the phone there's an important client I want you to see on Monday. She wants you to stay over till Wednesday.'

'I can't...' he wined.

'No client no money,' Liz happily reminded him. 'No peace for the wicked. Anyway have fun. Bye.'

He tossed his mobile across the room and slowly sank down into the chair.

What the fuck have I become? I've sunk to being a women's licker, someone who earns a living by tonguing women till they're satisfied. He buried his face into a cushion and began to cry.

The rolling green hills wound down to a valley where a large farmhouse stood with cows grazing in meadows. The drive had been long and he felt weary as he gunned the car into the driveway, crunching the gravel. He came to a halt by some stables where a tall brunette with long wavy hair was grooming a horse. Her bottom bulged prominently in skin-tight jodhpurs.

'Hi, I'm Debby,' she called over cheerfully, strutting over to him.

'Dave,' he said, lugging out his suitcase from the boot.

'You must be tired after your journey,' she said.

'Very,' he replied.

She stood there surveying him with a faint smile on her ruby lips, gently flicking a riding crop against her boots. She was a lot younger than him, maybe early twenties and a lot taller.

'Welcome to your new home for the next three days,' she said, grinning. 'I understand you've got to do everything I say.' 

He stopped in his tracks at her tone. It was becoming a bit authoritative. The crop cracked against the side of her boot.

'I've been so looking forward to this,' she told him. 'And you're a lot older than me. I like that.'

Dave began to think he'd made a mistake. But he didn't have a lot of choice.

'Leave your things till later. I want you to strip naked,' she ordered, smirking.

'Now?'

'Now!'

He did as he was bid, feeling vulnerable in the open air without clothes. But it was sunny and the heat warmed his skin.

'Get down on your hands and knees,' she commanded, fetching a small saddle. She carefully, skilfully strapped it on him. Then she sat on his back, her weight crushing down on him.

Crack! The crop stung his rump.

'Giddy-up,' she laughed. 'Take me round the yard a few times.'

He could barely move, - she weighed a ton. He crawled a little at a time, with her urging him to go faster. The crop kept on stinging.

'Alright, make for the horse,' she finally told him. He could hardly move he was so tired but fearing for the crop he headed to where the mare stood watching the unusual scene.

There was a raised platform beside the horse and she took him up the steps so they were both standing at half the horse's height. Then Dave noticed something odd and a cold shiver went through him.

'What are you going to do?' he anxiously asked.

'We're going for a proper ride,' she sniggered.

'What's going on?' He was very worried now.

'I want to sit on you properly,' she told him.

'You're not going to...' he began.

'You've guessed,' she chuckled., 'Jolly well spotted.'

The saddle on the horse was unusual in so far as it was not a proper saddle. It had been modified.

'Yes, I'm going to sit on your face while I'm riding.' She was grinning from ear to ear.

'But... but...'

She was strong and he was exhausted. She forced him up onto the back of the horse, whilst steadying it with the halter. He sat just behind the saddle, facing the back of the beast.

'Lie back down,' she said bossily, guiding him.

The saddle had been specially designed for it to have an opening at the back and a hole in its centre. The back of his head fitted neatly into the hole, which she then secured into position with a strap. 

'I don't want to do this...' he protested

'Don't be silly,' she cajoled, forcing a ball-gag in his mouth and shutting him up.

His arms and legs dangled down on either side of the animal, his torso reaching to the end of it. Then she busily strapped his arms and legs around and under the horse.

'There's enough cushion under your head to act like proper suspension ,' she explained placing her boot in the stirrup and swinging her other leg over him. 'I don't want a sore bum.'

She crouched in the stirrups as if in the canter stance. Her jutting out posterior loomed large above his upturned and vulnerable face.

'Let's do it,' she enthused, digging her spurs into the animal's flanks. It launched into a trot and her bulging bottom slowly descended onto his helpless face, submerging it in its vastness.

'Wow,' she exclaimed at the feeling of sitting on his face.

The movement of the ride jogged her up and down and it wasn't long before the sensation of his nose encroaching into her vulva brought an exhilaration she'd never had before.

She rode through the meadow and into a forest. The sun was hotter now but her cheeks were not flushed by the weather. Her cheeks were ruddy from the thrill of dominating him in this way, to feel his conquered face beneath her beautiful big bottom. And on top of her defeated victim she sat defiantly, smothering him with her overpowering position.

Beneath her, Dave was suffering greatly. Her enormous weight sitting on his face felt terrible. She was crushing him mercilessly. 

'Isn't it a beautiful day,' she enthused, enjoying his nose rubbing her off.

And he couldn't breath. His lungs cried out for air, and when it came there was never enough to replenish his deprivation.

After an hour of riding he was close to unconsciousness. She allowed him to recover sufficiently by raising her backside enough for his nose to snort in volumes of air. Then she headed for home, and within spitting distance of the farm reigned in the horse, tethering it.

'That was the best ride I've ever had,' she told him, untying his limbs. 'We're going to do it every day you're here.'

He was barely conscious as she released him. He slid off the horse onto the pasture, landing with a thump.

'This way,' she bossed, half guiding and half man-handling him over to a fence. 'Well done! You made me come quite a few times,' she said. He already knew from the dampness of her jodhpurs which had been squashing his face for the last two hours.

She skilfully tied him securely to the wooden fence struts. He put up no resistance.

'Now we're going to do something different,' she explained, panting from the exertion.

Wriggling down her breeches she sat atop the fence, her backside shoved near his face.

'Lick my bum,' she ordered.

With no option, Dave complied, and at her sneering instructions licked her sweaty bottom all over, paying extra attention to rimming her anal muscle. Then she made him enter his tongue inside her anal passage to probe as deep as he could at her insistence. 

He felt the most humiliated he'd ever been in his entire life.

'It's a gorgeous view here,' she breathed, enjoying the lappings of his tongue intruding inside her bottom. 'It's so good to be alive.'

Then she pressed her bottom hard into his face so he couldn't breathe and climaxed as he slowly slipped into unconsciousness.



The Bottom Slave Ch. 03



Part 3

Sunday Evening

'There we are,' Debby's maid, Sally, panted, finally strapping Dave's head on to the seat. He'd protested adamantly against what she was doing but she'd merely ignored his pleas. She was extremely strong, and any strength he may have had at the beginning of the weekend had been drained by Debby's constant face-sitting and by the demands she forced him to perform. He was virtually exhausted, spent by her persistent usage of him.

'Make sure he can't move a muscle,' Debby said, supervising. She watched the proceedings fascinated, her nipples poking out like cork-stops in anticipation of what was going to take place.

Now he was trussed up naked to a specially adapted chair, his head strapped tightly in the chair's hollowed-out centre, his upturned face comprising of the actual seat. His knees were on the carpet, with his legs tucked under the chair legs and his back arched slightly. His glazed eyes stared at her actions, barely able to comprehend what she was about to do.

'We're as good as ready now,' Sally added, pleased.

'Lovely,' Debby exclaimed excitedly.

The dining room was large, as was the shiny dark-wood table. There was seating for eight. A ready meal lay in serving dishes near her set place.

'I'm absolutely starving, darling, so going to have my dinner now,' Debby smirked, touching his restricted face, fascinated by its vulnerability. 'You can have yours after I've had mine.'

She wore a low-cut dress so her huge breasts spilled out, almost overflowing, stockings and suspenders. Dave gave a long gasp as she turned her back to him and dragged the chair closer to the table. As she bent to sit the spread of her bottom cast a shadow over his face and the skirt rode up her thighs.

Sally smirked enviously, assisting her mistress to aim her bottom to sit on the most comfortable part of his face.

'Noooooo...' was all he could manage to utter before her vast backside lowered itself down onto his upturned face. Her soft, firm flesh filled his helpless countenance, spreading its vastness across it, squashing it. All means of breathing had now been taken away from him.

Now it was Sally's turn to watch in mesmerised fascination.

'Mmhhh,' Debby's throat went. She shifted slightly to force his nose further up into her anal crease, and for her vagina to completely encompass his mouth.

'You know what to do,' she gasped, removing one of the serving dish's lid. 'In and out and round and all around.'

His dominated tongue slid into her cunt, tasting the tangy wetness of her excitement.

'Ohh!' she went. 'That's it, just there. Ohh, yes.'

Her eyelids drooped, becoming heavy with pleasure, and her movements of dishing up her meal grew slower because of it.

Sally helped serve her some chicken and vegetables, to which Debby began to eat with gusto.

It had been an ultimate fantasy of hers for years: To sit on a man's face, to revel in the humiliation of it, to make him suffer, to be able to completely restrict his breathing and, most importantly of all, to eat a meal at the same time. 

This was absolute bliss!

She settled her bottom more comfortably, smearing his face with it, enjoying the feeling of him trying to escape but loving his helplessness, as he suffocated beneath her.

The orgasm came quicker than she'd expected, almost catching her by surprise, and when it came she involuntarily took in a sharp intake of breath. She was forced to stop eating and drinking as the ecstasy overwhelmed her. The climax was so intense it apprehended all other senses, and Sally peered at their victim under the table. 

'I think you'd better let him breathe,' Sally warned, still in awe of what they were doing to him. And she would remember all the things they'd both made him do and the ways they'd made him suffer throughout the weekend, for the rest of her life.

'Madam!' Sally called anxiously. 'I really think you should let him breathe!' Sally hurried behind her mistress and helped the still orgasming amazon to raise herself from his almost blue face.

'Hhhhoooollly... fffuuuccckkking.... Jjjjeeesssuuusss...' Debby managed to utter, quickly coming to her senses. Then, upon seeing her victim's condition: 'Quick, get the oxygen!'

Sally raced back with the small tank and mask that her mistress used daily to keep her skin in top condition. She forced it over the unfortunate Dave's face while Debby used heart massage.

'Come on,' you little fucker,' Debby hissed, massaging harder. 'If he pegs it it'll cost me more than the 10 grand he's earned this weekend.'

The oxygen began to take effect and his chest began heaving. But his eyes still span round in complete oblivion.

'How much would it cost you if he didn't make it?' Sally enquired curiously, untying the spluttering and gasping man.

'I heard it cost a woman two-hundred-and-fifty-thou' once,' Debby answered, steering the stupefied Dave towards the stairs.

Sally gave a low whistle as she watched Debby dragging the stupefied Dave upstairs.

'Can I have him later?' she called after her mistress.

'If you're a good girl,' Debby called down to her laughing. She pulled him into her bedroom.

'Now, you'd better get yourself together because we've still got all night before you leave in the morning...'

If Dave had any of his senses working properly his heart would have sunk. But he was oblivious to anything that was happening now. He was done in and whatever happened from now on was completely and utterly outside of his control.

'I want you to give me full anal,' Debby breathed, squashing her bum deeper into his face. He was lying face-up on top of the bed, with her lying on top of him, her back to his feet, her thighs on his shoulders. His lungs were already complaining.

He didn't think he'd make the other client he had to see tomorrow. Not if she carried on using him like this.

'If you do it till you pass out I'll give you another thousand quid,' she panted. 

Then she climaxed for a very long time.



The Bottom Slave Ch. 04



Monday morning.

He didn't know how he got home, it was all just a blur. He'd showered for ages, washing himself vigorously in an attempt to wipe the weekend from his mind. His face looked back at him in the mirror, haggard and drawn, and he was barely able to look himself in the eye.

When he dialled a number it rang for a long time before: 'Hallo, Browning and Willow.'

'Mr Browning please,' Dave said. His jaw ached and his tongue felt as if it had been put through a mangle.

'Who is it calling?'

'Dave Watson.'

'I'm putting you through to Clare Willow.'

A few seconds then: 'Clare Willow. How can I help?'

'It's Dave Watson. I wanted to speak to Mr Browning.'

'I'm afraid he longer works here,' she said. 'I'm looking after your case now. Perhaps it's best if you come into see me. In fact I'm free in half an hour, could you come then?'

Debby luxuriated in the thick lathered bubble-bath, a large fluted glass of chilled Cristal in one hand and her cellphone in the other. Her body ached from all the attention she'd made him perform on her. But it was a nice kind of aching, a contented sort of languor. Even her anus felt quite tingly, but then she had put him rigorously through his paces in that area for longer than any other.

'Hi, sweetie,' she said, 'it's me.' The white foam teased her chin.

'How did it go?' Sheryl excitedly asked.

'You would not believe how divine it was,' Debby gushed. ''I made him do everything you told me to try and it was just so absolutely gorgeous...'

'I can't wait,' Sheryl sniggered. 'I've got him for three days too. And isn't he going to be surprised when he sees me!' 

Laughing uproariously, they happily chatted about how their horses were doing and how much they were going to spend on their shopping spree at the end of the week.

'I'm afraid the business didn't fetch as good a price as we'd hoped,' Clare Willow told Dave. 

He couldn't believe it, kept shaking his head.

'But Browning told me it would get at least a hundred and fifty grand,' he protested.

'Nothing like that,' she said. She was attractive in a stern sort of way and her wide backside stretched the tight skirt. Why was it every female he'd seen in the last week all had huge protruding arses?

She went on: 'And your ex-employee has increased the amount of her compensation to the grand sum of two-hundred and seventy-thousand pounds.'

He wasn't sure but he thought he caught sight of a tiny smile. No, he couldn't have. 'Jesus H!' he exclaimed. 'What does she want, blood?'

'That's to stop it going to the tribunal,' Miss Willow continued. 'Otherwise she would press for more.'

His head was held firmly in his hands. He thought it was going to explode. 'Okay, when the firm is sold how much will I still have to find?'

'Two-hundred thousand,' she said. Her reply came very quickly he thought.

'Two... hundred... thousand!' he wheezed. 'Where the hell can I get that sort of money?'

'Apparently she's willing to accept it in instalments over a period of time.' Clare Willow smoothed her hands across her vast expanse of bottom.

'How long?'

'Over a few years,' she replied with a smile. 'In fact I believe this to be a very fair offer.'

'Fair?'

'If it went to a tribunal it could be a great deal worse.'

His cell phone went off. 'Hello, yes it's Dave.'

'It's Liz from the agency. Just calling to say your next client is getting impatient, she's been waiting for half an hour.'

'Oh.' He began to feel extremely pressured.

'And as you're on the exclusive 'anything goes' service you'd better get there, like yesterday.'

'I'll be there soon,' Dave said glumly.

'Ok, have fun,' Liz said, disconnecting.

'Some work,' Dave said to Miss Willow's question-mark on her face.

'That's good because you'll have to earn as much money as you can,' Miss Willow informed him. 'It sounds like you're busy.'

'Very,' he said.

'Just leave everything to me,' she said, then smiled. 'And try not to work too hard.'

The block of apartments was the sort that has a plush entrance-hall and tight security. Dave pressed the intercom for flat fourteen.

'Yes?' a tinny female voice said.

'It's Dave,' he said back.

'Come up,' she replied. The voice seemed familiar but it was crackly so he paid no mind to it.

The buzzer sounded and he pushed open the door and took the lift. The flat he wanted was further along the corridor. Then he rang the bell.

'Hi,' she said, grinning, standing in the doorway. She was tall, black and beautiful and wore a silken housecoat.

Dave's jaw hit the ground. A strange dizziness suddenly overcame him and he couldn't speak, couldn't even say 'hi' back. He just stood there, stunned and shocked.

'Surprised?' she beamed, pulling him inside.

'Sh... Sh...Sheryl?' he stammered.

Slowly peeling off her gown, she let it slip to the deep-pile carpet. Now all she was wearing was stockings and suspenders and high heels. Not even a bra or panties.

'W... w... what's going on?' was all he could manage to utter.

'You're going to worship my big arse,' she gleefully informed him.

'B... b... but I don't understand.' He sank into a settee, trying to comprehend the turn of events unfolding.

She sat close beside him surveying him with a superior air, her eyebrow arching arrogantly. 

'Okay, Honey,' she said softly in his ear, her arm round his shoulders holding him close. 'Let me spell it out for you...' Her tone made him swallow hard. '...I'm taking you to a tribunal for sexual harassment, only now I don't have to 'cos you're coughing up two-hundred K. Right? Are you with me so far, Honey?'

He nodded weakly, unable to quite fully understand yet slowly beginning to see where she was leading to.

'So, you owe me a heck of a lot of money. Right?' Her face said she was loving every single moment. 'And that means you have to earn good money to pay me back. So you got yourself a good job and it pays you well to err, how can I put this delicately...' Her grin stretched from ear to ear. '...by licking women's backsides...' She gave out a loud chuckle. 'And it just so happens, Honey, that I like my arse to be worshipped and licked by a man such as yourself.'

Dave felt as if he wanted the ground to open up and to swallow him up. This was the most humiliating moment of his entire life and she was enjoying his predicament to the extreme.

'W... w... why?' he went. He was close to imploding. 'Why me?'

She laughed, pinching his reddened cheek. 'Because you've actually done it. It takes something for a man to kiss and lick a woman's bottom. And from the moment you first did it you knew that once you've done it you can do it again. Most importantly it pays well. You don't like doing it, do you? But you know now that you do it well and you earn a good living doing it.'

'You set me up,' he managed to gasp. Her intellectual logic was making his brain spin.

'Just think, you lick women's arse for a living,' she sniggered, wallowing in his humiliation. She stood, pulling him to his feet. 'And that's got to be the most humbling thing a woman can get a man to do.' 

She had a wicked look on her face as she began to strip the clothes off him. 'And I get off on making someone like you get down on their hands and knees to kiss my sweet black butt.'

Her laughter was gleefully mocking.

'Lie down,' she ordered, pressing him down to the floor. 'And don't forget I've got the 'anything goes' service.'

She was bigger and stronger than him, and the past week had taken its toll on his strength. She wrestled him to lie on his back with her sitting astride him. His arms were pinned and she was an Amazon. Her swollen vulva lips stared him in the face.

'I've had enough,' he protested. 'Get off me, I want to go.'

'But you won't get any money if you go now,' she giggled.

'I don't care,' he said. 'I'm not going to lick your fat arse,' he persisted.

'Oh yes you are,' she chuckled.

'I refuse,' he insisted. 'Just get off, I want to leave.'

'No way,' she grinned. 'You've made me too horny to let you go now.'

Still pinning his arms she turned herself so she sat on his chest facing his feet. He struggled like mad but she was heavy. She had a typical African woman's bottom, large, protruding like a giant onion. Now it was her bulbous black buttocks that were staring him in the face.

Suddenly without any notice she sat down on his face, any movement in his head skilfully restricted by her heels. She held his wrists firmly so all he could do was writhe his lower half. But to no avail. She had him exactly where she wanted him -- suffocating beneath her dark-skinned moons. And her weight bore down on him relentlessly.

'Gonna lick my fat arse yet?' she laughed, enjoying the knowledge he was smothering under her voluminous bottom. 

His lungs screamed for mercy. He couldn't move his head in the slightest from her weight crushing it. He started to panic threshing this way and that. He thought she was going to remain seated on his face until he passed out. This was absolute torture. She let him catch a quick gasp before sitting back down, squashing his face with her giant buttocks. She sat there enjoying herself immensely, anticipating the delights which would inevitably follow. 

'Kiss my arse,' she ordered. 'Or I'll keep this up for the next three days.'

The next time she let him breathe he was close to passing out. The second he'd recovered enough she thrust her bottom aggressively against his face. But he made the mistake of turning his face away. Clenching either side of his head with her powerful legs, she forced him to look directly up at her bulbous backside, then cruelly sank down on him, submerging his victimised face with her firm flesh.

She continued this torment for some forty-five minutes, relishing his suffering.

'You ready to kiss my arse yet, Honey,' she snickered down at his fast weakening body.

She leaned forward to enlarge her bottom in front of his face. Gasping as he did it from the strain of suffocation, he kissed her nearest buttock.

'That's it, Honey,' she smirked. 'Kiss it all over. Nice and slow, mind.'

His lips caressed her dark-tan coloured skin on each enlarged buttock cheek. 

'Mhh, you're good at this,' she breathed, murmuring in utter contentment, as his lips brought all her erogenous zones together, building up for the elevations of bliss that were soon to come.

'Lick it now,' she dominatingly ordered. 'Lick it all over, and do it slowly.'

Reluctantly, his tongue snaked out to brush against her anal flesh. She'd won. She gasped at the sensation of him licking her posterior. It felt so good.

'Rim me,' she commanded, parting her bottom cheeks to make it easier for him to comply.

Obediently, he poked his tongue between her arse cheeks to lick around the anal muscle. 

'That's nice... just keep it there,' she breathed.

Her eyes were the first to go, rolling around her head, then she drooped forward. Her climax built up to a crescendo quickly, wave upon wave of ecstasy sweeping right through her entirety.

'Now get it in deep,' she commanded.

Dave lay beneath her, his tongue on autopilot. It slowly wended its conquered way, slowly circling her anal passage, pausing only to ingress into her hole's welcoming depths. He'd never been so humiliated, and now this cow was making him lick her arse. And she was loving it. But it was no use. He'd have to work like this for a few years then he'd be able to finish paying her off.

'I hope you realise you're going to have to work for a quite few years to pay me back,' she managed to tell him in between gasping. 'It may take a bit longer than you first thought. Cos the money you owe me is at a high interest rate. You'll probably have to keep on working like this until you retire... Keep going, don't stop. That's it, in a bit deeper. Slowly,' she wheezed, pausing for only a moment and the silence was deafening. 

When she finished climaxing she climbed off him and lay on her stomach, her bottom poised for further detailed attention.

'Tell me how beautiful my ass is while you give me some more analingus,' she ordered, wiggling her backside in his face. His tongue felt so delicious slaking over her dominating buttocks, in and around and all about.

This was going to be a very enjoyable three days. The best time she'd ever had for as long as she could remember.



The Bottom Slave Ch. 05



Thursday afternoon.

Ding dong! The doorbell continued to ring for quite a few minutes.

Who the fuck is that, Dave wondered in irritation, rising from the armchair. He'd been snoozing to restore some of the energy that had been zapped from him these last few days. Unable to sleep at night from all the bad dreams and restlessness, he'd taken to catching up on his sleep during the day.

'Miss Willow,' he said surprised, rubbing the sleepiness from his eyes.

'Hallo, Mr Watson,' she smiled. 'Can I come in?'

She assertively used her body-language to enter so that it would've been rude for him to refuse. She followed him into the lounge where he hung up her coat which she handed to him. He purposely didn't ask her to sit hoping she wouldn't stay for long.

'I hope you don't mind me popping in like this,' she said, seating herself on the divan. 'There were a couple of things I wanted to clarify with you.' Her attire was totally the opposite to what he'd expect her to wear. Her dress was low-cut and revealed a Rubinesque figure which hadn't previously been evident when she'd always worn thick tweed-type dress suites.

'Not at all,' he replied, sitting at the other end of the settee. 'How can I help.'

'Well, I've managed to sell your company for sixty thousand pounds...' she began.

'S... i... x... t... y... thousand!' he exclaimed in horror.

'It's the best we could do I'm afraid,' she continued. 'I wonder if I could have a large glass of water, Mr Watson. I'm terribly thirsty.'

She looked quite attractive when she smiled, he thought. But there was a small part of him that imagined it was quite a wicked smile. I bet she gets up to all sorts of tricks in bed, he thought. Now, if ours was a social relationship I wouldn't mind giving her one, he thought.

'Here,' he said, handing her the drink, trying to not look down her cleavage.

'Thank you kindly, ' she said, downing the water in one go. She handed back the glass to his surprised look. 'I'm afraid I'm a pint girl. Could I have another?'

She repeated the quaffing twice more before she took out some papers from her briefcase. 'That's better,' she signed. Wiping her mouth. Her succulent lips glistened slightly from the moisture.

'I need you to sign this,' she said. 'And these.'

'There's a lot of small print,' Dave said, running his eyes over the tiny type.

'There's no need to worry,' she assured him. 'I've read through everything and it's all fine. No problems whatsoever.'

She was smiling again, he noticed. And there was definitely something wicked about her. He idly wondered what it would be like if they could mix business with pleasure. I bet she makes a lot of noise when she climaxes, he wondered. He decided he'd definitely like to give her one.

'There, that takes care of that side of the business,' she said. She was grinning now.

'Actually,' Dave said. 'There's something else I'd like you help with.'

'Ok, sure,' she answered, interested.. 'I'd like you to take a look at this contract,' he said, handing her the agency's photocopy of the 'anything goes' contract he'd signed. 'It looks like there's a lot of small print.'

'There sure is,' she said scanning it.

'I'm doing some escorting work,' he said hesitantly. 'You know, taking ladies out for dinner, that sort of thing.'

'That's good,' she enthused. 'Does it pay well?'

'Well, that's what I wanted you to tell me really,' he replied, pleased at her response. At least she wasn't being judgemental.

'I'm supposed to earn £250 per hour, plus bonuses,' he went on. 'But I looked at the agency commission and I don't know what it is.'

She read through and smiled.

'Whoever wrote this knew what they were doing,' she said, looking directly at him.

'That's what I thought,' he continued. 'How much am I really earning?'

'About one hundred pound an hour,' she said, still looking him straight in the eye.

'That's outrageous!' he exclaimed. 'And what about the bonuses? How much do they take?'

'Half,' she smiled. 'The agency takes half.'

'Jesus!' he gasped, then regained his composure. 'I wonder if you could take the contract away and see if there's a way I can get out of it,' he ventured.

The wicked smile was there again, and it looked even more wicked than before.

'There's no way out of it,' she said.

'At least maybe have a proper look at it,' he said. 'Please.'

'There's no point,' she grinned.

'How do you know?' he asked, naively, knowing there was something going on but not quite realising the full implications of the unfolding events.

'Because I wrote it,' she laughed. 'Don't you see. I am also the legal representative for the agency, silly boy.' She moved closer towards him on the couch. He began to feel intimidated by her assertiveness and tried to shift but his back was jammed up by the arm.

'And now we come to the other bit of business I came round to see you about,' she chuckled, moving to sit right up against him and preventing him from standing. She produced her cell phone.

'Hi, Liz,' she laughed down the phone. 'I'm here now. I wanted to double-check with you that he's got no other clients for a few days.'

Dave sat there unable to move. His brain had become frozen with shock. Events were moving to a place where he had no say in what was about to take place.

'That's great,' she enthused. 'Ok, so I want to book him for the 'anything goes' at least until after the weekend... Yeah, I'll tell you all about it. Take care, Liz. Bye'

Her smile was beautiful but was now more than just wicked. It looked pure evil, longing for the fruits of its passion which were soon to be. 

His heart took a nose-dive and his brain had slowed right down. He barely put up any resistance when she pulled him to the floor and sat astride his chest, pinning him down.

'This'll help towards paying off your debts,' she sniggered, moving herself forward.

Her dress had ridden up over her muscled thighs and now he could see her swollen vagina lips staring directly at him. Her nipples prodded through the material like thimbles. 

'Now, I'm going to sit on your face,' she told him, grabbing his head between her strong thighs. 'And I want you to fist rim me, then when I say 'now' I want you to stick your tongue up my bum as far as it'll go and I want you to say to me how much you love licking my arse, do you understand.'

He thought he nodded, wasn't too sure really. It was as if part of his brain had been switched off and now it was numb.

'And when you're telling me how much you love licking my arse...' she continued, her evil smile cutting deep into him. '... Roll your tongue round inside my arsehole as much as you can.'

A droplet of dribble fell from her dampened lips, falling onto his forehead, then he caught a fleeting glance as her body moved quickly, almost impatiently. And then he became engulfed by her underside as she sat down heavily, greedily on his face. Her vulva encompassed his nose, the rough pubes scratching it. It was already moist and gratefully welcomed its new pleasure enhancer. Her bulbous bottom submerged his face in its contours, sealing off any means of breathing.

It suddenly came to him that it had come to this, he'd sunk to this level. He was effectively now just a woman's sex toy, a thing of pleasure for women to use in whatever way they wished.

His tongue obediently slaked out, exploring momentarily before finding its target. He managed to push it upwards in between her buttocks and into the intimate territory it was soon to become accustomed.

His face was bright red but not just from the pressure of her sitting on his face. It was also because of the humiliating position he now found himself.

His experienced, well exercised tongue wrestled with her flesh to push itself to the anal entrance and slowly gyrated round its sensitive erogenous area. Her breath came in short gasps as she worked herself up on his nose at the same time.

'Now1' she shrieked, giving out a high-pitched gasp at the feel of his tongue entering into her conquering anal passage.

'Y... y... y... e... e... e... s... s... s... s... s... s...' her throat screamed, while he futilely fought beneath her to catch any slightest amount of air.

T... e... l... l... m... e...' she panted breathlessly.

He worked his mouth as best he could to say 'I love licking your arse' but it was hampered by the strong walls of her anal passage, so although restricted it was enough for her to sit on his face and suffocate him while making him pleasure her at the same time.

She soared to cloud nine and remained having multiple orgasms, one after the other until he began seeing stars. Then the world began to close in on him and he heard her saying something to him but he wasn't quite sure what it was. But it sounded like: 'Don't pass out you little fucker, not yet, I want to go for a pee, I've drunk all that water and now I'm bursting...'

Just before the big darkness came he felt his lungs agonisingly take in much needed oxygen and her weight lifted slightly, enough for him to get his breath a bit. He was still heaving and gasping when she called down to him: 'Come on, I'm bursting now!'

Then she pushed her cunt lips over his mouth and held his nose to force his mouth open.

'Wider than that,' she sneered, controlling her bladder muscle to shoot out a steady trickle into his mouth. 'Come on, swallow it down,' she goaded. 'There's plenty more where that came from.'

It took twenty minutes for him to drink the bitter urine and for her to manage to piss into his mouth and down his throat at the first toilet she'd ever used.

'Well done,' she chuckled, pinching his cheek. 'Now you can clean up my fanny with you mouth. And don't stop till I say.'

Her dominating vagina urged itself aggressively against his oppressed mouth. He sucked the remaining drops of piss from around her cunt and cleaned around the remaining area with his tongue. 

'I think you've got yourself a good job,' she laughed, turning round and plonking herself down, sitting with her bottom on his nose and her vagina over his mouth. She leaned forward to ensure an airtight seal. Beneath her weight his face was being squashed mercilessly. His nose was being rubbed by her anal muscle while his tongue worked skilfully round her clitoris.

Once again she became lost in her world of ecstasy. 

He marvelled at how all these women enjoyed dominating him and making him do humiliating things to get their kicks. But it was ironic that when it came down to it when they had their climax they became quite helpless, almost vulnerable. Just for those minutes they were coming they made sure he was in a dominated position because they could orgasm a lot stronger. 

Then the darkness came, the same darkness he'd experienced before. The sort that came quite quickly once the stars in the corners of his brain had finished their firework display in his head. And then the darkness came, and as it came he felt her go rigid and the sound of her shrieking was the last thing he heard.



The Bottom Slave Ch. 06



'Darling!' Clare exclaimed, closing Dave's front door after letting in her friend and colleague. 'I can't tell you how much fun I've had with him.'

Liz and Clare hugged each other, joyous at the developments with their star escort. Dave lay slumped on the settee where Clare had left him completely spent. Only his eyes moved, almost going round and round in a spiral as if in a trance.

'You would not believe how good he is with that tongue,' Clare gushed.

Liz noticed the familiar tired look around her girl friend's eyes which came from over-indulgence. 

'Is he ready to use and abuse yet?' Liz joked.

Clare laughed at her friend's display of irony. 'Not for about six hours, I wouldn't imagine. I used him virtually non-stop.'

They both laughed at that.

Liz moved to where her prospective body-worshipper lay prostrate, his much bottom-squashed face staring up at the ceiling. Teasingly, she turned and squatted over him, her protruding backside wriggling above the face which was to soon bring her so much enjoyment.

'I suppose I'll have to wait,' Liz jokingly complained, just brushing her bottom crease to the tip of his nose. They both laughed at his whimpering.

'What can I do for six hours?' Liz asked, trying to contain her impatience.

Grabbing her friend by the arm, Clare headed for the door. 'Come on, let's go for some retail therapy.'

'See you later Al,' Liz called after her.

'Al?' Clare queried.

'Arse-Licker!' Liz explained.

Their raucous laughter followed them down the garden path and along the street towards the shopping precinct.

Dave drifted in and out of consciousness, barely aware even of his own surroundings. There was a part of him that wanted to sleep, needed to, yet there was another which fought against shutting his eyes. He found that whenever he did vivid images of female bottoms intruded into his mind. Large, pronounced backsides constantly moving ominously towards his vulnerable face. One after the other, again and again. Big, voluminous bottoms dominating him, making him kiss them and lick them and demanding constant attention.

He involuntarily shuddered, hating himself for having to stoop so low as to allow himself to become a woman's bottom worshipper. But there was nothing he could do about it. And what made the situation even worse was they knew it and took full advantage of it. And they enjoyed. God, how they enjoyed it.

Although he was physically shattered his mind continued to spin round. He hated the idea of having to work for years to pay off his debt. Those smart-arse cows must have got their sums wrong. Say if he worked for just a few months he'd earn enough to pay it all off. He must have put in quite a few hours in the past week. If he worked for about forty hours a week he calculated he'd be able to pay her off in about eight months. He didn't know the interest rate on the debt but if it was high he could clear the debt in a year. Then he could pick up his life again from where it had put him, as a female bum-kisser, and he could start over. He could then afford to stop having to kiss and lick the bodies of these bitches and for a change do something he wanted to do.

After a while Dave found his mind slowing down, like a generator winding down. Then fatigue finally overtook him and he went to a place which would recharge his energies, which unknown to him he would draw upon more than he could ever imagine.

'Al!'

He woke with a start.

'Al!'

A familiar pungent smell pervaded his nostrils. He was tied up, naked and kneeling in front of Liz. His head was squeezed between her powerful thighs and his face was wedged to her underside. He could also barely breathe, fighting all the time to snatch the faintest gasp. 

She stared down at him, her arrogant eyes smiling maliciously. 'Al, how's it hanging down there?'

Clare held his head, forcing his face further into her friend's muff. 'You'll get to know this area rather well in the next few days, Al.'

They both chuckled at their new name for him.

Liz smirked down at him, revelling in her dominance. 'Al's your name now whenever I use you, er, I mean hire you. You've got me for the next few days on our exclusive 'anything goes' service.'

'And Liz is a lot randier than me,' Clare laughed, butting in. 'And I forgot to mention that it states in the small print of your contract there's a reduced rate for employees of the agency.'

'That's us two,' Liz grinningly interrupted. 'At any time we want. In other words we have priority... that's it, wriggle, try to breathe, that's nice...' Her eyes misted slightly.

'And the other important thing is,' Clare was smirking her evil smile again, 'the interest rate is pretty steep. It's set at fifty percent above base rate, so it's going to take you quite a while to pay me back.'

'About twenty years...' Liz breathed, enjoying the game of smothering him.

'Of hard labour,' Clare grinningly interjected.

'Yes,' Liz smirked. 'Very hard labour.'

'I know it's a very high interest rate,' Clare said. 'But just think of all the benefits you get with paying that amount.'

'Fifty percent per month!' Liz chuckled. 'It shouldn't be legal.'

Clare laughed loudly, moving towards the door. 'I'll leave you two lovebirds to enjoy yourselves. Oh no, of course you don't enjoy it very much, do you, Al?'

'Don't you?' Liz asked him in mock naivety, as he fought against her crushing thighs.

Clare opened the door. 'Have fun, Sweetie,' she called. 'And don't waste him. I've got a few Celebes lined up. One's a Latino actress/singer, and there's a national TV anchor women and few actresses...'

'Oh dear,' Liz grinned down at his pleading eyes, 'You don't like being a woman's ass-licker then? And now it seems like you're going to be very busy.'

'I'll see you in three days, Sweetie,' Clare called. 'And he's very good around the anal area.' Then she laughed and was gone.

'Are you?' Liz smirked down at him. 'Are you good at licking lady's bums? Well, that's good to know because my number one erogenous zone is centred round my bottom...' She let go of him and he slumped to the ground, stunned and powerless. 

Taking her time she sat down on his face, with his nose engulfed by her vagina. It became encased within her swollen vulva lips, thus sealing off all means of respiration. 

'...This is 'me' time, and it's all about me having a good time, so over the next three days every time you see my bottom I want you to tell me how lovely it is, and I mean you have to sound like you mean it or I'll keep on sitting on your face until you do it right...' 

She allowed a nostril to suck in some air before sitting comfortably back down.

'Every time you service my bottom I want you to tell me how beautiful it is...'

She smirked down at his pleading eyes, bulging from the oxygen deprivation.

'Now, I'm going to have my dinner in a minute and when I do I want you to rim me while I'm eating, do you understand? And as Clare said, I'm not as nice as her, and while I've got you I'm going to make you feel so humiliated you won't believe it...' Her malicious smile grew wider. 'Now, when I let you go I want you to crawl over to the dining table and position yourself behind my chair...'



'Come in', the female voice called out.

Dave stood hesitantly at the large oak door, his heart thumping and mouth all dry. 

There was part of him which felt compelled to enter and yet there was another emotion much stronger and it all but overpowered him to just turn and run. 

The engraved brass sign by the side of the door said 'Dr J. Blackmore Psychologist/Psychotherapist/Psychiatrist'. 

Exerting his every ounce of courage he turned the brass handle and entered.

She was sitting behind a large mahogany desk writing. Her black hair was tied back and she wore large glasses. The room was large and expensively furnished, with a small library at one end, deep pile carpet and paintings.

She looked up and gave him a warm smile. 'Please, sit', she invited, indicating the high-backed chair opposite her. He tried to place the thick accent. German or Austrian he guessed.

'How can I help you?' she asked when he was relatively comfortable. Her eyes seemed quite large behind the strong lenses.

'I... er...' he began, then took a deep breath. 'Doctor Wilson recommended you to me.'

'Oh yes, June is a friend and colleague. She said you had a problem which has been affecting you quite a lot. I managed to slot you in at short notice.'

'It's a real problem,' he confessed. 'But it's not easy for me to talk about.'

'Ok,' she said, rising. 'Why don't you lie on the couch and I'll relax you into hypnosis and then you can tell me all about it. Now close your eyes and I want you to imagine floating, just floating around on a nice big soft cloud...'

He made himself comfortable and listened to her voice as instructed. After ten minutes he felt more relaxed than he'd done for a long time.

'You can speak quite easily in hypnosis,' she said. 'So, now what seems to be the problem?'

'I have a deep phobia,' he said.

'Tell me about it,' she encouraged.

He hesitated for a long time before finally summoning some courage from deep inside he didn't know he had.

'I'm frightened of women's bottoms,' he finally blurted out, feeling a little foolish at the admission.

'Ok, in what way are you afraid of women's bottoms?' she gently asked.

He began to feel he'd know her for ages and the sense of trust within him increased.

'Well, every time I see a woman's bottom I start to panic,' he admitted.

'Tell me more,' she encouraged. 'When did it all start?'

He wasn't sure whether to explain the whole story but decided that to confess all would provide a greater chance of successful treatment.

'It's a long story,' he said.

'We have plenty of time,' she replied. 'I would very much like to hear your story.'

He swallowed hard. 'Err, It all started when I became a male escort, you know, the sort of person who takes out and entertains women. They pay a lot for my services and I'm tied to a contract which stipulates I have to do whatever the client wishes.'

'That must be quite arduous for you,' she sympathised.

'It is,' he confessed. 'Especially when they get very demanding.'

'Do you have to do whatever the client wishes?' she enquired.

'It's part of my contract to provide them with whatever service they want,' he said in a small voice. The strain was beginning to tell. 'Or if I don't I won't get paid.'

'What kind of things do these women ask you to do for them?' she asked.

'Well, mostly it's oral sex, but they also want to sit on my face a lot.' His voice strained from the stress. 'And they make me perform oral on their bottoms and...' He broke off, momentarily unable to continue from the thought of what they made him do and what they'd done to him.

'So, it seems there is a lot of attention to their bottoms,' she surmised. 'I can begin to understand where your phobia is coming from. Tell me, Dave, how does it feel when a client is sitting on your face? I want you to tell me with as much detail as possible and also, and this is very important, tell me how you feel when she is about to sit on your face.'

'It's... it's horrible,' he started. His heart was thumping and his mouth had dried up. 

'Just relax,' she said softly. 'Just relax and I want you to imagine a woman is about to sit on your face now, just see it in your mind's eye now, you're looking up at a woman's bottom above your face and she is about to sit down on your face. Tell me how do you feel?'

'I'm frightened,' he said. 'I can see a big bottom coming down to squash my face and I'm just so terrified.'

'What is it that makes you so frightened?' she enquired.

'It's just the thought of it. It's so humiliating, and I know she's not going to let me breathe very much, and she's going to use my face for her pleasure...' He broke off again in panic.

'Okay, okay, just relax now,' she soothed. 'Now I want you to tell in every single detail what it's like to have to lick a woman's bottom. I want you to see a woman's bottom in your mind now and tell me how it feels to have to use your tongue to pleasure this woman.'

He was silent for a while until he'd psyched himself up enough to be able to continue.

'It's so embarrassing,' he admitted. 'I feel so humiliated as I have to kiss her bum all over and then she says lick her crack and I have to do what she says or else I get no money, and she makes me lick her in the crack and then she orders me to rim her...'

'What is rim?' she asked.

'It's running the tip of your tongue round and round her anus.'

'They like this?'

'Yes, they love it.'

'And then what?' she asked. 'What happens then?'

'Then she wants me to really lick her bottom. You know put my tongue inside her anus and that's when she gets really turned on. That can go on for ages.'

'And how are you feeling when you are doing this?'

'Terrible. It's the worst thing in the world.' Tears had started to roll down his cheeks, dampening the green felt on the therapy couch.

She rose, taking off her thick spectacles. Had Dave been able to see he would have noticed she was more attractive than how she first appeared. He would have also seen the type of chair she'd just risen from was a specially designed chair. And he would have seen the look on her face as she surveyed him lying there unable to move unless she commanded it. She was smiling, and it was the type of smile which would have sent shivers down his spine.

'I think I will use a special kind of treatment on you,' she said quite professionally. 'Listen to my voice and anything I tell you to do you will obey me and you will do everything I say. In a moment I want you to get up and I will guide you behind my desk to put your head on my chair.' She stood beside him in preparation. 'Okay, now I want you to get up and do it.'

Obediently, he rose with her assistance and she took him in his trance-like state across to where her seat stood waiting. It only took a few minutes for her to secure his head into the recess of her chair so he was kneeling, bent backwards, with his face looking upwards.

'That's very good,' she breathed, hitching up her dress and turning her back on him. 'You can open your eyes now and when you open your eyes you will awaken and be returned to a wakened state.'

She was grinning down at him, watching closely as his eyes opened and then blinked. Then a look of horror crossed his face. Her bulbous backside towered just above his secured face.

'How are you feeling now?' she enquired.

'I'm... very... frightened,' he managed to blurt out, before she sat down, her big bottom sinking down on his terrified face.

'This is a very good treatment for phobias,' she smilingly informed him. 'The therapist makes the client confront their worst fears by placing them in the phobic situation. I must say this is extremely comfortable.'

Dave was panicking. He struggled beneath her crushing weight, unable to move or to breathe.

'As your therapist it is my job to make you undergo as much confronting of your fears as possible for me to do so,' she chuckled, wriggling her bottom across his squashed face.

Just then her phone rang.

'Hallo?'

'Hi, Jacqui, how's it going?' Liz said.

'Ah, hallo Liz,' Dr Blackmore said. 'Yes he is here now. We have started on the treatment and I estimate it will take about a week of intensive therapy to cure him...' 

She allowed him to inhale before reseating herself. 'Ha ha, yes he is very frightened, but hopefully he will be back to his old arse-licking self soon.'

The sound of loud laughter trickled from the earpiece.

'Okay, but just as soon as possible, Jacqui,' Liz said, suddenly sounding businesslike. 'I've got lots of clients booking him up already. The Williams sisters are in London on Tuesday and want him for two days, then there's...'

'Don't worry, Liz,' the doctor interrupted. 'He will be ready for Tuesday.'

'Okay. Must go. Have fun.'

'I always enjoy my job,' Dr Blackmore chuckled, replacing the phone and allowing him another snort before sinking back down.

'It looks as though I will have to step up the therapeutic process,' she said, lighting a cigarette. 'And we must try this rimming. It sounds very pleasant, very pleasant indeed.'

Then she raised her bottom, parting her bottom cheeks to allow him easier access. He greedily gulped down air, his eyes red and watery.

'Rim me, Dave,' she commanded. 'And I want you to tell me in detail how you are feeling when you are doing it.'

She took a sharp inhalation as the tip of his tongue connected with the sensitive anal muscle. Then she picked up the phone.

'I want all my appointments cancelled for the rest of the day,' she said to her receptionist. 'And possibly for the next few days.'

Then she closed her eyes as the pleasurable sensations of his tongue took her on an experience of pleasure she'd never had before. This was going to be one of her most fulfilling assignments. One she would be hard-pressed to find to be as pleasurable ever again. 



The Bottom Slave Ch. 07



'You're telling us he'll do anything we want?' Emma asked incredulously.

The four young women were seated outside their favourite restaurant. It was the sort of Trattatoria frequented by celebrities and the seriously rich. There was lots of busy table-waiting and plenty of expensive greenery to shield the diners from the warm sun. The young ladies' mothers sat inside.

'What, anything?' Josie added, amazed.

'Well, I can think of lots of things I'd make him do,' Naomi offered, giggling.

Tamara leaned back in her chair, smirking as she sipped from her fluted glass.

'Yes,' she replied, struggling not to laugh and lose some of the champagne still in her mouth. 'He will do absolutely anything we want.'

'Wow!' Emma exclaimed.

The waitresses arrived to serve their main courses and to top up their glasses. 

'Could we have another bottle on ice, please,' Tamara said to one of them; then to her young friends: 'If it's okay with all of you I'll book him for Thursday.'

They all nodded enthusiastically as if in unison.

'What time?' Josie asked, slicing her rare lamb.

'I thought we'd make a day of it,' Tamara suggested. 'We can have a party and see what we want to do with him.'

'Sounds perfect,' Naomi said, aware of an unfamiliar feeling rising within her of excitement and awe all at the same time.

'You're my best friends,' Tamara went on, 'and I want to make this a birthday we'll never forget.' 

'What did you have in mind for him to do to us?' Josie asked cautiously.

'Absolutely anything!!!' Emma laughed. They all laughed 

'The agency call it the 'anything goes' service,' Tamara explained. 'It's very expensive but I've been told it's really worth every penny. Mummy says as I've done so well in my exams she'll treat us.'

One of the waitresses left for another bottle of Cristal. The other waitress pricked up her ears while she finished serving the vegetables.

Tamara continued: 'Then if we feel like it we can use him in the evening too.'

'How much was it?' Emma asked, relishing her lobster.

'Well, it was ten thousand for the day and the same in the evening,' Tamara said.

The other young women showed their surprise.

'How come he's so expensive?' Josie asked.

'They said it's due to the type of service and to the fact that he doesn't enjoy it,' Tamara sniggered.

'He doesn't enjoy it?' Emma asked. 'All I ever get is escorts who want to do anything I want.'

'Me too,' Naomi agreed.

The waitress finished serving and paused as she was about to leave. It looked as though she was plucking up courage to speak. 'I'm told the service is totally satisfying,' she boldly said.

'Who told you that?' Naomi asked her.

'The agency is well-known amongst some of our female customers,' the waitress offered.

'You know this agency?' Tamara asked.

'Obviously I can't name any names but at least six ladies who dine here use the service,' the waitress continued. 'They told me they've never had a better service.'

'They've never had a better servicing!' Naomi corrected, joking. They all laughed.

'I did hear yesterday he's also become frightened of women's bottoms,' the waitress said. She was now in gossip mode.

'It just gets better and better,' Emma laughed.

'I think we've got ourselves a winner here, girls,' Josie said.

'Have you used the service yourself?' Tamara asked the waitress.

'No, I couldn't afford those prices.'

'Maybe one day,' Josie said.

'Tell you what, look after us well and we'll leave you a good tip that'll pay for a few hours,' Tamara told her. 'You'll have the time of your life.'

'Thank you very much,' the waitress exclaimed. Smiling, she scurried off to continue her work, smoothing her hands across her pronounced backside as she went. 

Tamara filled their glasses. 'Here's to Thursday!'

The young girls merrily raised their glasses and toasted as one.



'So, this is your last session, Dave,' Dr Blackmore said, raising her bottom from his terror-stricken face. It amused her as he greedily gulped down much-needed air. 'I think you'll agree you're a lot better now than when you first came to see me... left a bit... a bit more... And I think we've gone as far as we can... that's it, just there... oohhhh... '

He lay there expertly licking, his tongue-tip probing the delicate area within her bottom crease. The treatment, she'd said, was called cognitive behavioural. She'd said it was the best way to cure his fears, to confront them face-on. Then she'd laughed for quite a long time after she'd said it and he didn't know why until she explained: 'Or perhaps I should have said face-to-bottom on' and then she'd sat down on his face and roared with laughter for ages. He still became frightened whenever women sat on his face, but the sting of the phobia had dissipated. 

Her voice above broke his thoughts.

'We have twenty minutes before the end of your final session. Just a little bit deeper, Dave... right th...e...r...e... mmhhhh...'

He remembered back to the first session with his therapist. She'd said at first, during the initial week, the daily sessions would be six hours in duration including the weekends. The following week they would be four hours daily to assist him to resume work and fit it in round the schedule. The final week would be reduced to two hours daily to help him to catch up with his heavy workload, having built up a backlog. As part of the procedure of treatment in the extensive therapy sessions, she'd taught him precisely how to rim and perform analingus to perfection. Even Liz and Clare had been surprised at his vast improvement.

'This is how you must do it,' Dr Blackmore'd said. 'It will help with your phobia to do exactly as I tell you how to do it,' she'd said. 'It is linking your mind to your body and helping you to fight your fears.'

Now, as Dr Blackmore's bottom slowly descended onto his face, Dave noticed a feeling of relief inside, almost as if he was glad the therapy was coming to an end.

Her backside sank down onto his face and she gave her customary wriggle to settle herself more comfortably.

'As this is the last session, Dave, I have to now discuss with you the matter of my fee,' she said, reaching across her desk for some paperwork.

Beneath her, he was now desperate for air. When she'd sat down, for some reason she'd deliberately pushed down on his chest and forced the air from his lungs. She'd told him it was good for him to be stretched to the limits sometimes. 

'Ah yes, here it is,' she only just managed to say, as a wave of intense pleasure coursed through her. Although he was suffocating she'd taught him to always continue with analingus. 

But there was another important factor associated with the therapy which she wanted to now try out. She had used a hypnotic technique to make him automatically do something when given the command word. It had taken several days for her to program him and it was only an experiment but now she was going to discover if it was a complete success.

'Pump!' she said in a loud, commanding voice.

As if by magic his tongue suddenly became like a piston, shooting out of his mouth to its fullest limit then recoiling again. It repeated this action over and over and would do so until the counter word of 'enough' was given.

Now, she was finding it extremely hard to focus on her accounting.

'Oh my!' she panted, the paper shaking in her hand. 'I didn't realise it would be as strong as this....' 

Her eyes closed and it seemed as though she was fighting to take back control over something which was driving her into a world of libidinous pleasure. 

He struggled like mad under her vast posterior as an act of survival, while his tongue shot in and out of her anus in rapid succession. She responded by gripping the desk, caught in an explosion of climactic ecstasy.

'Enough,' she eventually rasped, managing to regain control. 'Ahem, you may think the invoice is rather on the high side but when you think of all the hours I've put in for you, Dave.'

He was close to passing out by the time she recovered enough to let him inhale. She allowed him a minute amount of air before squashing down on his face again.

'I charge £500 per hour, so for a total of eighty-four hours it totals at £42,000,' she said, smirking.

He hadn't even considered the fee, just assuming it was part of the agency's responsibility. He had no idea how he'd pay such an expensive bill.

'You don't have to pay me all at once,' she went on. 'We may even work something out, like paying me back in kind or something like that.' 

She let him breathe momentarily.

She shifted her bulbous bottom to squash down onto his face further and positioned her anus directly onto his mouth.

'There's ten minutes till the end of the session, Dave,' she breathed. Then she smiled and prepared herself for the ensuing onslaught.

'Pump!'



The Bottom Slave Ch. 08



'We need to do some staff training, Dave.' Liz stood assertively at his front door, grinning.

'Ah, nooo, come on, Liz, this is my evening off!' Dave protested.

'There's no peace for the wicked, Darling,' she sniggered, pushing past to breeze inside and help herself to a drink from his cocktail cabinet.

His shoulders slumped as he followed her into his lounge, helping himself to a couple of fingers of old malt in a lead crystal tumbler. In the background came the roaring sound of crowds of football fans.

'Uh-uh,' she chastised, taking the glass from his reluctant hand. 'We've got work to do.'

'Work?' 

He sank into a white leather deep-sunk three-seater. He was now resigned to missing the important football match he'd been looking forward to seeing and of being able to enjoy a relaxing evening away from the all too familiar and constant sight of female bottoms in his face. He clicked the off for the TV on the remote.

She took a slug of gin and tonic, slipping out of her coat. 'Well, to be precise it's called staff training,' she smirked. 

She had on a white top and black skirt, if you could call it that. It was the miniest of minis he'd ever seen. It barely covered her ample posterior. Fishnet stockings covered her muscled legs, completing the picture.

'Liz, I've been working hard all week. This is the one night I've got off,' he whined.

'You're part of a team, Dave, and like all good teams if we want to stay at the top we need to remain on the ball,' she reasoned, standing right in front of him, looking down her nose at him. He couldn't help noticing her nipples were beginning to increase in size. 'And this team needs a bit of extra training, that's all there is to it. Clare's popping in about nine to give her input into the team building.'

'How d'you mean staff training?' he asked, naively.

'I'll show you,' she said, taking another quick glug. She beckoned him with her crooked finger to follow her into his bedroom.

'Jen made a complaint,' Liz told him. 'And as your employers we have to follow it up.'

'What, J-Lo complained about me?' he exclaimed. 'I did everything she wanted.'

'That may be so, Dave darling,' Liz said. 'But she told us she wasn't totally and completely satisfied with your service. She said your stamina the next day wasn't up to expectations.'

'Oh come on, Liz,' he protested. 'She was very very demanding. She even made me keep my tongue up her bottom all night while she slept. Every time she woke up she made me perform analigus. She woke up four bloody times! My mouth and tongue and jaw were aching so much in the morning I couldn't even speak.'

'That's what she said,' Liz went on. 'She said she expected you to tell her how gorgeous her bottom was right up until the moment she left.'

'I couldn't speak!' he complained.

'Dave, she's a very important client,' Liz said firmly. 'And we have to take on board any complaint from a client.' She turned her back to him, pushing out her pronounced bottom. 'So, it's my job as your employer and trainer to teach you all about women and what we want from someone like yourself. Call it refining your trade, if you like. Right, let's get down to business.'

Liz bent down over the bed, her mini-skirt riding up over her bottom to reveal no knickers. She knelt beside the bed, lying her upper body on it face-down, her posterior prominently sticking upwards on the edge. She turned and smiled at the look of fear on his face at the sight of her backside.

'Still frightened of girl's bums, eh?' she noted, smugly. 'Okay, whenever a girl shows you her bottom, Darling,' Liz tutored, 'what she's really saying is "I want you to tell me and show me how lovely my bottom is". And a girl also wants to be invited into the compliment. So if a girl shows you her bottom like this...' she pushed out her bottom further, '... what she's really saying is "go on and invite me into the compliment and completely involve me in the worshipping scenario"...'

Dave looked on almost in disbelief, almost as if it wasn't him standing there being shown how to be subservient to a woman's bottom. It was surreal and the words were ringing in his ears.

'... So you've got to say things like "That is the most beautiful bottom I've ever seen, Liz. Please would you allow me to kiss it all over"...'

The unease with which Dave was enduring showed on his expression and the fear element was indicated in his widened eyes. His mouth remained open in shock at this utter defeat and humiliation.

'... Go on, tell me, Dave,' she prompted, a sudden urgency entering her voice.

'Liz, you've got the most gorgeous bottom I have ever seen,' he said a little awkwardly.

'Say it with more feeling,' she ordered. 'Say it as if you really, really mean it.'

He cleared his throat. 'Liz, you have got the loveliest, most beautiful bottom I have ever seen,' he went.

'That's much better, Sweetie,' she encouraged. 'Now carry on.'

His head was spinning from the embarrassment of the situation. He could tell from her expression she was enjoying every single second. He wished the ground would open up and swallow him up.

'I would really love to kiss it all over,' he continued. 'Please may I kiss it?'

'That's very good. You're doing very well.' She was beaming broadly all over her face. 'Come over here. It's better to kneel down right behind me and say it,' she coached, parting her legs for him. 'Look at my bum and tell me all over again. Put a bit more feeling into it, mind.'

This was one of the woman who had ruined him, taken everything from him and turned him into a woman's arse-kisser. He felt like crying, but willed himself not to. It would probably only turn her on even more. He knelt behind her, the pronounced bottom cheeks staring ominously directly at him.

'You have got the most beautiful bottom I have ever seen, Liz,' he said, his voice quavering slightly.

'Why thank you, Darling,' she sniggered. 'Continue like I taught you.'

'Please may I kiss it all over?' he managed to rasp.

'Do it once more, Sweetie, but put just a teensy-weensy bit more feeling into it,' she said, her smirk even broader.

He stared fearfully at the bulging bottom before his face. 'Liz, you have got the most beautiful, gorgeous and lovely bottom I have ever seen,' he went. 'Please may I kiss it for you all over.'

'Yes, Dave, you may,' she breathed, settling comfortably in expectation. Her bottom wavered in anticipation.

She took a shark intake of breath the second his lips brushed her buttock's soft and pliable flesh. Then she began to softly moan in intense pleasure deep in the back of her throat while his conquered lips gently kissed each bottom cheek dutifully and thoroughly completely all over.

'You're... very... good...' she managed to croak. 'Perhaps... you... can... be... a... bit... noisier... with... your... kissing... though... Mmmhhhhhh... do... it... round... the... soft... bits... at... the... bottom... of... the... cheeks...Ohhhh... that's... so... good...'

He continued kissing her victorious bottom for a long time with tears welling in his eyes, to the sound of his slurping lips and her ecstatic moans. Her whole body writhed to the rapturous feeling of his mouth moving across her expansive backside.

'Work... into... the... crack... now...' she groaned, directing him. 'Mmmmhhhh.. well... inside... ohhh... that's... nice...'

She turned to see his tears trickling down his nose to gently splash onto her bottom. 'Oh, yes,' she cried. 'That's so good... Oh, Dave... we can charge a lot more if you do that as well,' she enthused. Turning back round to sink back down to enjoy the sensations to the fullest degree she added, 'Now... lick... me... Dave. Lick... my... anus... but... rim... me... first... to... open... it... up...'

Then she became lost in a world of libidinous debauchery as his tongue obediently did as it was bid, working its wending way, snaking deep inside her inviting anal passage. 

And amid his tears and humiliation her groans assailed his ears as they took on an almost shrieking quality while her enjoyment rose to extreme heights of licentious pleasure as she revelled in his utter defeat and total and complete debasement.

'We're being a little bit self-indulgent, aren't we, Sweetie?'

Clare stood at the doorway of Dave's bedroom, grinning from ear to ear. Behind her Sheryl's attractive black African features were also smiling hugely at the scene before them.

Liz lay prostrate and naked, front down, on Dave's mauve satin-sheeted bed, with Dave's mouth passionately kissing her bulbous bottom slowly all over. While doing so, he occasionally paused his oral worshipping to whisper platitudes of grovelling proportions, such as, 'Liz, your bottom is so lovely and kissable,' and 'you have got the most beautiful bottom I have ever seen or kissed,' and 'I just love kissing your gorgeous bottom...'

Liz was in complete bliss, her every being absorbing the pleasure, whilst sipping Dom Perion from a crystal glass and chomping on some hand-made chocolates. She turned as much she could allow without spilling the drink and of disturbing Dave's slavering worshipping.

'Hi, gang,' she said, smiling like a Cheshire cat. 'This is a director's meeting and this is a director's perk.'

The two voyeurs laughed and drifted into the room, followed by a third female who was chuckling out loud and whose face wore the expression of being utterly awestruck.

'I see the staff training workshop has got off to a good start,' Clare offered, making them all laugh again.

Dave's face was reddened from embarrassment, but he continued with bottom-kissing the hedonistic Liz.

'You remember Debby?' Sheryl asked Liz, bending down to closely scrutinise Dave's mouth moving gently across Liz's expansive backside. She enjoyed the feeling of making him feel even more uncomfortable at being watched.

'Of course,' Liz said, pushing Dave's head away to indicate she was satisfied. 'You were one of our first clients.'

'One of our first most important clients,' Clare corrected. 'It was her word-of-mouth that helped get him and us to get so much business.'

'And we've never looked back since,' Sheryl observed, turning her back to Dave who was now kneeling on the bed. Her large African bottom, hiding beneath a tartan skirt, wavered very close to his face.

'Do you remember me?' Debbie asked him.

'Yes I do,' he answered, looking decidedly uncomfortable with Sheryl's bum staring aggressively directly at him. 'You were the one who went horse-riding whilst sitting on me.'

'Oh yes, it was so long ago I'd forgotten,' she laughed. 'And you passed out, if I remember correctly.'

'Twice,' he said, still looking at Sheryl's large backside inches from his face.

She smirked as she slowly lifted her skirt to reveal her naked black muscled buttocks.

'Er,' Dave began, hesitantly.

'Go on,' Liz urged. 'Do it like I taught you.'

'Sheryl, you have got the most beautiful bottom I have ever seen,' he went, awkwardly. 

'Why, thank you, Honey.' She wiggled her posterior in his face provocatively. The others laughed.

'It is so lovely I would like to kiss it all over,' he said in a small strained voice. 

The pressure was getting to him. These women had ruined his life and reduced him to being an oral pleasure-machine for their selfish gratification. Now they were here in his own house, his castle, and they were taking control over even his last place of safety and sanctuary.

'Go on, Sweetie,' Liz goaded. 'Tell her like I taught you in our workshop.'

They were all smirking now.

'It is such a beautiful bottom, Sheryl,' Dave croaked. 'Please would you allow me to kiss and lick it?'

'Why, what a lovely request,' Sheryl said, pushing him to one side to enable her to lie down on his bed. 'You certainly can, Dave.'

Liz helped her quickly strip, while Dave made ready to apply his new training to the excited and expectant negress.

Liz whispered into Sheryl's ear. 'And then when you want him to stop say.......'

'Okaayy?' Sheryl said, unsurely, but curiously.

The other three women went to Dave's lounge, leaving him to gently kiss a massive black buttock all over.

'All over, Honey,' Sheryl directed, beginning to appreciate the lip-brushing attentions of her previous employer she'd brought down to this humble level.

'Your bottom is the most delicious bottom I have ever had the privilege of kissing,' Dave said, his lips adoring every curvature and contour of her bottom's flesh.

Meanwhile:

'That collagen in his lips was a good idea,' Liz said to Clare.

'Yes, it gives it a much wider and softer kiss, doesn't it,' Clare replied.

They were relaxing on Dave's lounge chairs with drinks, listening to some music.

'It does make him look a bit funny though,' Debby added. 'His lips are quite huge now. I almost didn't recognise him.'

'Let's say he doesn't go out much in public places,' Liz quipped.

They giggled loudly.

'You haven't seen his tongue yet, have you?' Clare asked Debbie.

'Why?' Debby asked, intrigued.

'Well, in the two years you last saw him it's grown in length,' Clare informed her.

'You should feel it now,' Liz said, dreamily.

'You'll never want intercourse again,' Clare added.

Debbie took a long imbibe from her glass, unconsciously wriggling slightly in her chair.

'Is he still taking antibiotics?' Liz asked Clare.

'Antibiotics?' Debbie enquired.

'You can't be too careful,' Clare said. 'Yes, I get him those expensive ones. We don't want our cash machine to get unwell, do we?'

No we don't,' Liz agreed.

'It's been a long time,' Debbie said. 'I can hardly wait.'

'You should have gone first then,' Liz said.

'It's okay,' Debbie said. 'Her need was greater than mine.'

'Sheryl's such a pushy cow sometimes,' Clare said affectionately.

Suddenly the sound of Sheryl's loud ecstatic screeching came from the direction of the bedroom. Debbie looked alarmed.

'It's okay, it's only Sheryl using Dave's coup de main,' Liz explained, grinning.

'Coup de what?' Debbie asked.

'It's okay, Darling,' Clare said, laughing. 'You'll soon find out.'

'And when you do you'll be in heaven,' Liz added.

Then they all laughed as Debbie wriggled some more in expectant anticipation.



The Bottom Slave Ch. 09



In the bedroom, Dave's face was wedged between Sheryl's vast bottom-cheeks. Her face was contorted by an expression similar to agony but was in fact ecstasy. Her entire body was wracked by an excruciating convulsion of pleasure she'd never before experienced. In a sense she was completely helpless, with no will to be able to resist in any way, and if she'd wanted to move would have found it virtually impossible to do so. Faint murmurings uttered from her opened mouth on the pillow, occasionally interspersed with high-pitched shrieks. Dribble dampened the silk material surrounding her mouth.

Dave's elongated tongue shot in and out of her anal passage in an involuntary piston-like momentum, penetrating up to its roots then recoiling, constantly firing on all cylinders, and would continue to do so until commanded to cease its motion.

'Want any help?' Liz chuckled, as the girls re-entered his bedroom.

'Er, er, er, er,' Sheryl attempted to speak.

'It's been a long time, Sweetie,' Clare said, smiling at her friend's helplessness.

'Here, let me help,' Liz said, moving onto the bed. She deliberately sat down on the back of Dave's head, completely submerging it into Sheryl's backside.

The guttural noises emanating from Sheryl's throat all of a sudden became whimpers, almost animal-like.

'P.. l... e... a... s... e...' Sheryl managed to say.

'What is it, Sweetie?' Liz asked innocently.

'N... o...' Sheryl's tried.

Liz shifted around on the back of Dave's head. His suffocation was total. He was now desperate for air but could do nothing whilst his tongue continued on its relentless alacrity.

Clare and Debbie watched in total fascination, both pairs of their nipples like hardened rivets.

Dave's futile and desperate struggling only enhanced Sheryl's climactic enjoyment. There was a part of her that wanted it to end, that the sheer ecstasy of it all was too painful. Yet there was another part that wanted it to go on forever.

'You don't really want it to stop, do you, Sweetie?' Liz teased.

'P.. l... e... a... s... e...' Sheryl breathed, her eyes spinning round like whirlpools.

'What?' Liz continued in her teasing. 'You want it to stop or you want it to go on?'

The whimpering sounds coming from the helpless African Amazon increased in tempo and raised in pitch.

Dave was now close to passing out. He had no control over his continuous shooting tongue even though he was aware of its activity. He started to see the tell-tale signs of utter oxygen deprivation as the little red stars began exploding at the corners of his mind.

'Tell me, Sweetie,' Liz continued in her game. 'Do you want him to stop or go on?'

Sheryl couldn't even speak now. She was lost in a world where there is absolutely nothing in existence but pure and unadulterated perverse pleasure.

'Okay,' Liz said, reluctantly easing herself off Dave's head and pulling his head away by his hair.

Debbie gasped at the sight. Although Dave was inhaling noisily through his nose and mouth his long, pink tongue continued to shoot in and out of his mouth like a small pointed snake.

'Wow!' Debbie exclaimed. 'I can't wait to try that.'

Meanwhile Sheryl was taking all her time to recover from the relentless fucking Dave's tongue had done to her bottom. For the time being all she could do was keep her body firmly fixed in the same position, while her mind attempted to return to reality.

'You bitch!' Sheryl managed to croak. 'I'll get you back for that.'

They all laughed. It was so good for them to all be together like this. They enjoyed the sisterhood, the company of each other. 

And they hadn't finished with Dave's staff training yet. Not by a long chalk.

'How many are coming tomorrow?'

Naomi was standing, leaning her back against a pole, her bottom-crease teasing it.

'Yeah, I can't stop thinking about it either,' Tamara admitted, her body swaying to the thumping music.

Stringfellows was packed, heaving with celebrities, the rich and famous, and the just plain rich. Tamara, Josie, Naomi, and Emma had a table near the bar. Every so often one of them would be invited to have a cocktail by a young blood brave enough to pluck up the required courage. 

'And me,' Emma agreed, wriggling in her seat. She doubted if she'd get to sleep that night thinking about it.

Tamara had booked the VIP Gold Bar later for eleven o'clock when throngs of their friends would meet.

'There's us four,' Tamara said, pausing for impact, then: 'And a surprise fifth.' 

'You're very cagey,' Josie piped in.

'A fifth?' Naomi enquired.

'Anyone we know?' Emma asked.

Tamara smiled at her friends and tapped her nose. 'It's a surprise.'

'Oh, I love surprises,' Emma said excitedly.

'Can we guess?' Josie asked.

'Okay.' Tamara grinned, sipping her Anal Probe (a cocktail of white rum, kahlua and cola). 'But you'll never guess.' 

The girls started to fire questions at her so she shook her head.

'Okay, you're only allowed three questions,' Tamara stipulated.

'Is she famous?' Naomi asked.

'Yes,' Tamara said, grinning.

They looked thoughtful.

'Is she there for the escort's services?' Emma asked.

'Sort of,' Tamara said, cautiously.

They looked even more thoughtful.

'So, if she's not there for just for his services is there another reason she's coming?' Josie enquired.

'Yes,' Tamara replied, grinning. 'And that's the last of your three questions.'

'No fair,' Naomi protested.

'She's a singer, isn't she?' Emma chipped in.

'No,' Tamara said, stopping herself from laughing. 

'An entertainer?' Naomi offered.

''No,' Tamara said, preventing a dribble of drink escaping from her stifled laugh.

'Oh, come on, don't be a spoilsport,' Josie said.

'It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you too much,' Tamara reasoned.

'Go on, give us one more clue,' Emma bargained.

'All right, spoiled brats,' Tamara chided. 'She's there for the catering and that's the only clue I'm giving you.'

'Catering?' Naomi mused thoughtfully.

'No more clues,' Tamara stipulated.

'Has she got a big bum?' Naomi asked, chuckling.

Tamara nearly spurted her mouthful of cocktail. The others laughed too.

'Yes.'

'I think I know who it is?' Naomi said.

'Who?' chorused Emma and Josie.

'Don't say it,' Tamara warned. 'And anyway you might be wrong.'

'Fair enough,' Naomi agreed.

'There's a fair amount of talent tonight,' Josie noted, looking around the club.

'I wouldn't mind him kissing my arse,' Naomi observed, watching a young man at the bar. She moved her bottom against the pole and her mind kept drifting off on the events which were going to happen tomorrow. They all were looking forward to the celebration. This was going to be the best birthday party ever.



The Bottom Slave Ch. 10a



'Enough, Dave!' Liz called into his ear. 'Enough!'

Dave's brain somehow ignored the 'finishing' command-word. He lay on his back on the bed, his tongue continuing relentlessly, repeatedly pumping in and out into thin air from his opened mouth.

'It's not working!' Clare exclaimed. 'How do we stop it?'

Sheryl, still looking dazed, had recovered enough from her anal-pumping to walk very carefully out of the room to relax next door.

'Dr Jacqui Blackmore said it might happen,' Liz explained, looking amused at Dave's overworked mouth. 'It's when the brain gets overloaded she said. It'll burn itself out in a few hours.' 

She went up behind him, firmly holding his head.

Clare and Debby had stripped and were kneeling further up on the bed, their bottoms ready for a dual worshipping.

'Oh well, waste not want not,' Clare joked.

Liz moved Dave's resistant head in the direction of her two friends waiting expectantly. Dave still knew what was going on. He knew that he had no control over his tongue; he had full awareness of what was happening to him; could hear their laughter and enjoyment; could even hear the drizzle outside turning to rain on the window pane.

'Me first,' Debby tried.

'Oi, I'm a senior director,' Clare interceded. 'So I should take precedence.'

Liz strongly swivelled Dave's head further so he was looking directly at two large and hungry female bottoms.

'Oh, welcome to the board,' Liz said to Debbie.

'Oh come on, I'm gagging for it,' Debby protested. 'I haven't had a good seeing-to for ages.'

'Debbie's our new marketing director, Dave,' Liz said, directing his head closer towards the dual set of buttocks. 'From now on she's going to be marketing you and all your new skills to the top end of the luxury market.'

Liz had positioned his face with it's power pumping tongue near to Debbie's bottom. Clare looked resigned to being second.

'So we reckon we can hire you out for fifty thousand a day,' Liz went on. 

Dave couldn't speak or do anything but look hopelessly on as Debbie's bottom came closer and closer to the tip of his extended piston-like tongue. Liz's grip on him was vice-like.

'I know what you're thinking, Dave,' Clare interrupted. 'But I'm afraid you only get the one percent over and above your contracted rate.'

He was so close now he could smell her bottom.

'We've been to the gym, Sweetie,' Debbie told him. 

'And we didn't have time to shower,' Clare interjected. 'Hope you don't mind.'

'But you'll make two women very happy,' Liz said, guiding his helpless head so his projected tongue pumped against Debbie anus. Her back arched instantly.

'Gently,' Debbie gasped.

Skilfully, Liz used his head as a tool, cleverly steering his tongue to probe all around Debbie's sensitive anal area, allowing her anal muscle to open in anticipation. Then Liz adeptly manoeuvred his face by thrusting his head to enter the thrusting oral organ deeper inside the welcoming passageway.

'Eeeeeeehhh,' Debbie went, gripping the headboard as some means of support.

Grinning wickedly, Liz pushed his head to immerse his face into Debbie's crack, with his tongue drilling deeper inside the anal cavern of the ecstatic woman.

Small gasps emitted from Debbie as her top half collapsed onto the pillow. Dribble seeped from the corner of her mouth, while a permanent grin fashioned her face. Her eyes stared into space, repeatedly widening at each deep penetrating thrust.

'No... no... no...' Debbie squeaked, her entire body racked by such an intensive orgasm she was unable to move.

'No, let her really have it,' Clare urged, wickedly vengeful from having to wait her turn. 'I want to hear her scream.'

Grinning from ear to ear, Liz thrust Dave's head even deeper into Debbie's bulbous posterior and sat on the back of his head.

Small whimpers escaped from the back of Debbie's throat, while her hands helplessly let go of the headboard as her last means of support vanished. The agony of the intense multiple-orgasm vibrated stings of electrical energy to every nerve-ending in her body. She was totally vulnerable and at the mercy of her tormenting friends.

'Go on,' Clare egged on, a salacious grin on her face. 'Take her further.'

Liz cruelly shifted about on the back of Dave's head to extract even more pressure to force his tongue in deeper.

Now Debbie couldn't even make sounds. She was beyond that. She just stared into space to a place she would want to stay forever even enduring all this ecstatic agony. It was Paradise. But it hurt so much.

Dave's air supply had run out and he was struggling as best he could. Liz was kneeling on one of his arms and Clare held the other. He was fighting for survival. There was nothing he could do but look forward to the welcoming darkness that was soon to inevitably come. 

'Don't you dare let him pass out,' Clare warned Liz, desperately wanting to follow Debbie but without him being rendered unconscious. Added to that she didn't know when the auto-pilot of his projecting mouth organ was going to run out of steam.

'Dare me,' Liz replied.

'Please don't,' pleaded Clare, her bum itching for oral attention.

Just as he was about to pass out Liz suddenly got off him and sharply pulled his face away where it had almost been glued to Debbie's bottom.

With his face a dark crimson, he inhaled greedily, his mouth still working with his pumping tongue. Liz held his head up to Clare and they both laughed, his expression looking quite comical to them.

Debbie gradually drifted back from her eternal ecstasy, her eyes beginning to refocus. Liz's eyes went to the bedside clock. 

'God, look at the time!' she exclaimed.

'What!' Clare exclaimed.

Just then Sheryl entered, looking refreshed.

'We'll be late,' she told them. 'Come on.'

'What about me?' Clare protested.

Liz let Dave flop down while he recovered from severe oxygen deprivation. He lay beside her completely spent. He was on his back, mouth agape, his tongue still rapidly shooting in and out.

'Sorry, Sweetie,' Liz said grinning. 'We've got a birthday party to go to.'

'Just you wait you bitches,' said the despondent Clare.

'Can't be helped,' Sheryl laughed, seeing Clare's annoyed expression.

Liz hurriedly dressed, then assisted Sheryl to get the stunned Debbie to fit into her own clothes.

'We're off to see the clients you've got tomorrow,' Liz crowed to Dave.

'It's for a bit of promotion, marketing and networking,' Debbie told him, now recovered.

'I think it's best if we keep the little 'extra' service with his mouth only for special occasions,' Sheryl advised. 'We'll keep it just for ourselves.'

'Or ask for another, say, ten thousand,' Debbie offered, wearing her marketing hat.

'Yeah, I'll go with that,' Liz agreed.

'Carried unanimously,' Sheryl declared. 'And I call this directors meeting closed.'

They all laughed except Clare.

'We've still got the little matter of my input into the staff training,' she said to Dave. 

He couldn't hear anything. He was somewhere else, another world where he wasn't being used by women with large bottoms.

'See you later,' they called, 'and have fun', leaving Clare to stare down at the exhausted Dave.

'Save me some food,' Clare called after them. She moved closer to Dave and dragged him near to the bed's edge. Then she knelt on her right knee, with her left leg standing on the sheepskin rug. Then she grinned down at Dave's widening eyes as he suddenly realised what she was about to do. 

Surely not, not with him being in such a state. She wouldn't, would she?

As her body slowly lowered itself down towards his face he realised she was going to make full use of his tongue before it switched itself off. And that could be hours. Her smell of her excitations wafted into his nostrils as she straddled his face. Then he couldn't see or breathe as she sank down, guiding his drilling tongue to imbed itself inside her dominating anal passage.

It was noisy, very noisy. Music and female chatter made it noisy. It was the type of noisy where you had to almost shout to make yourself heard. There were a lot of 'Darlings' being said.

The VIP Gold Bar was splitting at the seams it was so packed. People were spilling out into other bars. It was like a who's who of female celebrities, mostly A List and a few B's. 

Tamara was mingling with her guests like a good hostess. She paused to greet a young Welsh singer.

'Darling!' Charlotte Church exclaimed in her Welsh lilt, hugging Tamara. 'A very happy birthday.' They both pecked each other's cheeks in greeting.

Liz and Debbie left chatting to a group including Beyonce and The Sugar Babes and meandered over to the two young women.

'Hi, girls,' Tamara said. 'Charlotte, this is Liz and Debbie from the agency I was telling you about.'

'Oh yes,' Charlotte said. 'We've already met. I heard all about your special escort who Tamara's seeing tomorrow. I've booked up a session next week. I can hardly wait.'

Liz beamed. 'We're taking bookings like there's no tomorrow.' 

Jennifer Lopez wandered over. They all pecked cheeks.

'You got one hell-of-a party,' J-Lo said.

'Loved your latest,' Debbie said to her.

'We've given our top-of-the-range Supreme Escort more training,' Liz smilingly told her.

'Can't wait,' J-Lo laughed as she was dragged away by Serena Williams to meet someone. Serena soon returned to ask Debbie: 'Can you put me down for him asap?' 

Debbie shifted through pages in the diary she'd been holding and writing in all evening.

''Fraid we're booked up solid for over four months,' Debbie said apologetically.

'Oh fuck!' Serena exclaimed. 'Well make it for as soon as possible, will you, Darling. My bum needs a good toning.'

'It takes at least six sessions to get an all over toning,' Liz advised, showing the model her backside.

'My, that is one toned ass!' Serena gasped.

Just then Nigella Lawson came over and greeted Tamara.

'Here's the menu for tomorrow,' she said, handing Tamara her birthday five-courser.

'Oh, Nigella,' Tamara squeaked. 'That's absolutely delicious.'

'I do hope so,' Nigella gushed. 'See you later.' She drifted off into the masses.

It was nearly midnight and female guests were still arriving. Tamara was so looking forward to tomorrow.

'I love you,' Clare gasped, wiggling her bottom to extract the most intimately possible contact between his mouth and her anus. 'I love you so much.'

The back of Dave's head was now wedged against the headboard, while Clare knelt straddling his chest, her backside pressing aggressively against his face. His inflated lips were jammed hard to her anal muscle as his tongue pumped deeply in and out of her sensitive passage. With his face submerged between her buttocks, he hadn't breathed for some considerable time and now he was terrified of passing out.

'No one's made me come like you,' she panted, holding his weakened, flailing wrists. 

His body writhed desperately beneath her, but he was unable to move to defend himself. He was on his back with his legs tucked up under him so she had complete control to do whatever she wished with him. Thankfully her multiple orgasm was coming to an end.

He made plaintive muffled cries of mercy but she had a wicked grin on her face and she turned to glance at his bulging, fearful eyes. Please let me breathe, they begged. Please don't do this to me, they pleaded.

Cruelly, calculatingly, she pressed her bum into his face even more to give him absolutely no chance of breaking away from her suffocating stance.

Just then his tongue finished it's relentless drilling, slowing to a halt, then to a complete stop. Somehow it was unable to retract and stuck out of his mouth like a pointed projectile.

'Sleep well, my lover,' she smilingly announced, amused at his horrified closing eyes. 

She rubbed her backside further into his face to catch the glorious ebbing sensations of his tongue imbedded deep inside her bottom.

'Oh, that's so good,' she breathed, smiling at his closing eyes and his body relaxing.

She was almost disappointed as his tongue finally and slowly withdrew from her aching arsehole back into his mouth. Then she carefully got off him and pulled him down the bed by his feet.

'I feel well and truly arse-fucked,' she cheerfully said to him, making him as comfortable as possible. But he was out for the count. Hours of being used as a sex toy, hours of his tongue expending lots of energy meant he was completely exhausted. As well as being smothered into oblivion. 

'Sleep well,' she said again. 'You're going to need all the energy you've got tomorrow.'

Then she sang happily to herself while she showered and got ready to meet the others. 



The Bottom Slave Ch. 11



Chelsea high street was building up for the Saturday lunchtime crowds. Dave left the cab, tipping the driver. The bitter wind whipped up and he pulled his cashmere collar up hard against the chill.

I hope they haven't all got big bums, he thought, trudging along the pavement. In fact I hope they don't want their bums serviced at all. 

That's all he seemed to see these days. Female arses, big bottoms being shoved in his face. He'd got to the point where he hated the whole business. The humiliation, the smell of arses, the mocking, the taking him for granted, the smothering...

He rang the doorbell. The front door was highly glossed black, so shiny he could almost see his face in it.

'Hallo,' the pretty young woman said, sipping from a fluted crystal glass. 

'I'm Dave.'

'You're a lot older than I thought.' She seemed to process this information for a second before breaking into a broad smile. 'But I think that makes it all the much better. I'm Emma and you're going to be our entertainment for the day, I understand?'

It was a rhetorical question. They both knew why he was there and just the thought of it lit up her eyes excitedly. 

She was dressed in clothes bought only from top-of-the-range boutiques. Her whole persona reeked of money, from her expensive hair-do down to the skin-tight trousers. 

Dave's heart sank. She had wide hips, a sure sign she had a big arse. From his wealth of experience, he could tell what sort of bottom a woman had from the front just by the shape of her thighs, legs and hips. And this one was going to be big.

'Follow,' she haughtily told him.

She spun round and his worst fears were confirmed. Her buttocks were the type that protruded a lot. A big horse-riding backside, he noted, disappointed. 

The hallway had those kind of stairs which stood in the centre, wide, with deep-pile carpet going up to a double landing leading to the left and right. 

He trailed behind her, her high-heels click-clicking eerily against the marble flooring. She noticed him looking apprehensively at her bottom, each large buttock undulating aggressively within the tight satin. She smirked as if she instinctively knew she was going to have an extremely exhilarating time with him. It made him feel somehow insignificant, almost as if his sole purpose in life was to be humiliated and used as an anal slave for these bitches' amusement and pleasure.

He followed with the aroma of Clive Christian perfume wafting in his nostrils. He couldn't help but hope their bottoms were going to smell as equally as pleasant. 

She strutted jauntily ahead down a corridor and into a room where music drifted from a surround-a-sound system. 

'This is Dave,' Emma gleefully announced to a group of three other attractive young women.

They stopped chatting and laughing, looking Dave up and down as if he were a mere object they were interested in buying.

'Oh, yes!' Naomi exclaimed.

'Nice!' chipped in Josie.

'You're older than we thought, Dave,' Tamara said, beaming. 'But I think it adds to the pleasure, don't you girls?'

'Oh, yes,' they all chimed.

'Tell me, Dave,' Tamara said, still beaming. 'Do you know why you're here?'

'Yes I do,' he replied, blushing.

'Tell us why you're here,' Josie said, smiling.

'I'm here to give you ladies anything sexual that you want,' Dave said, swallowing hard.

'Even if it means kissing our bottoms?' Naomi giggled, enjoying saying the words.

'I am here to give you ladies the best time of your lives,' Dave said as confidently as he could, but still red-faced.

'Kissing our bottoms?' Emma jokingly queried. 'I want more than that!'

'We want more than just bottom-kissing. We want...' Tamara started, forming the next word with her lips.

'...analingus!' they all laughingly chorused.

They all smirked, turning their backs to him, eagerly watching his anxious eyes surveying their four posteriors. His fears were confirmed. They all had large, protruding backsides.

'Well, what d'you think, Dave?' Emma said, wriggling her bottom. 'Are they good enough to eat?'

They all laughed.

Dave struggled for a moment, fully knowing what was inevitably going to happen. This was the first time he'd been put in this position and he was finding it extremely humiliating. Four unfamiliar female bottoms all wanting to extract his undivided attention. 

Then he recovered and went into professional mode just like he'd been trained.

'You have got the most beautiful bottoms I have ever seen,' he went. His eyes watered slightly while he politely stared at the four pairs of heaving buttocks all begging adoration. 'Please would you allow me to kiss them?'

'If you must,' Josie joked.

'I'm going to really enjoy this,' Naomi breathed.

'My bum likes it gently all over,' Tamara chuckled.

'Me first,' Emma said eagerly.

Dave knelt behind Emma who was the nearest, his face close to her wavering backside. Four pairs of female eyes smugly watched his every move.

'Each cheek four times,' Emma smirked.

Then she closed her eyes momentarily as his collagen-enhanced lips gently began to do as he was commanded. Each buttock seemed to move appreciatively at each lingering kiss.

'He's a good kisser,' Emma noted, as he moved to the next bottom.

Then they giggled and chuckled at his lowly position, knowing they would soon be enjoying the best birthday party they'd ever had.

'I want you to properly adore my bottom, Dave,' Tamara sniggered, crouching naked on the bed with her awaiting posterior positioned right before him.

Her smirking eyes said it all. You're here solely for licking my bottom and worshipping my body like the lowly creature you are. I'm paying you to make me very happy and if you have to degrade yourself by adoring my backside then it makes it all the more enjoyable.

Dave eyed her protruding backside with not a little apprehension. He knew what he must do, had to do, had no choice. But each time he lowered himself to worship a female arse the humiliation hit him hard. It was proving to be more difficult each time he did it.

'I want you to kiss my bum all over very slowly,' she smirked, 'working all over from the outside in.' 

She was loving it.

'Then I want rimming for a long time and when I say 'up' I want you to work your tongue right up inside my arse,' she continued.

She was loving every single solitary second of it.

Anxiety was getting to him, and the overwhelming feeling of being controlled by women made his heart beat fast. 

'Then when I say 'now' 'I want you to sing Happy Birthday' to me while your tongue is as far as you can get it up my bum,' she went on, grinning from ear to ear.

The knotted feeling in his stomach tensed him up. There was also a sense of dread tugging at the corners of his mind just by looking at the large bottom staring him in the face. He knew he had to just get on with it, however demeaning and anxiety-producing it was.

He mentally did what he'd taught himself to do. He psyched himself up and took a deep breath.

'Your bottom is absolutely adorable, Tamara,' he said, bending forwards to kiss the left buttock.

She almost gave out a full gasp at the touch of his inflated lips against her anal flesh. Then she sank down, raising her bottom to accept the full treatment of having it kissed lovingly all over. 

'Mmmmmmmmmhhh..' she went, closing her eyes to the blissful sensation of having her bottom worshipped.

'I love kissing your beautiful bottom, Tamara,' he said in between kisses. 'It was made to be adored and kissed because it is so lovely.'

What made it even more pleasurable for her was it was being done by someone who didn't really like doing it. She knew the story of how he had been forced into doing it and of how he had to do it even though he hated doing it.

Now he was doing it to her.

'Now rim me,' she breathed, hoarsely, after he'd carefully worked his mouth all over her buttocks and was now kissing inside her crack.

His tongue skilfully glided its glistening tip round and round her anus muscle, bringing faint gasps from her opened mouth.

She was so close now, not very far away. All it would take was one little push and she'd be tipped over into ecstasy.

'D... D... a... v... e...' she wheezed. Then she momentarily gave up holding back while the feeling of having her anus licked by someone who didn't like doing it gripped her in overwhelming enjoyment.

Round and round his tongue went, wending its way in a circle, first one way then the other. Teasing, probing, flicking in its salacious provocations.

'U...u... u...' she attempted, then tried again.

This really was the most glorious sex she'd ever had.

'U... u... u... up...' she managed to pant.

Straight away his moistened tongue-tip slowly snaked itself past the muscle's entrance and entered her expectant passage.

She was now beyond words as she writhed on the satin sheets in a complete state of euphoria. Sometimes she could just turn enough to take extra pleasure from watching his humiliation at what he was doing to her.

She gathered whatever remaining strength she had to call out and all she could manage was one word:

'N... n... n...' she tried, rested a moment, then tried again.

She knew this was going to be the best sex she'd ever had.

''N... n... n... o... w...' she managed to croak.

He stretched his tongue to go as far as it could up her bottom. It was so far up there it felt like it was up there to its roots. He sucked at the same time as pushing his tongue round and round, his opened-wide mouth pressed hard against her anus.

The humiliation was getting to him. His eyes welled from the emotion of being made to do this degrading sexual act on this rich spoiled female. With tears in his eyes he sang, his muffled voice making the words completely unrecognisable. 

She was lost in another world, fully extracting the utmost sensations of feeling his deeply entrapped tongue massaging her malleable anal passage.

She was unable to make any other sounds apart from gasps while he continued singing 'Happy Birthday' to her with his tongue shoved right up her backside for so very long it wasn't until Emma entered the bedroom and managed to gently prise his face away from her helpless friend's bottom.

'J... e... s... u... zzzzz!' Tamara eventually exclaimed, stretching herself out in absolute satisfaction.

'It's our turn now, Dave' Emma said to his reddened face, with a smug look on her face. 'And the three of us have decided we want you to worship our bottoms together.'

'Do you need a hand?' Tamara asked, marvelling at all the delicious smells emanating from various dishes.

'Could you stir this for me, darling?' Nigella replied, moving to one of the four big ovens.

It was a large kitchen, well equipped with everything a chef could need. It was all hanging colanders, saucepans, frying pans and garlic and herbs. It was also big enough for a large dining table and eight chairs.

The table hadn't been laid yet. There'd be plenty of time for that. The others wouldn't be finished with Dave for ages.

'This soup smells lovely,' Tamara noted.

'That's called my Happiness Soup,' Nigella said, moving things in the ovens.

Tamara topped up both their glasses with iced Cristal, handing Nigella hers.

'Happy birthday,' Nigella said, clinking glasses.

'Here's to a wonderful day,' Tamara said.

'What's he like?' Nigella asked, busying herself with more preparations. 'Is he as good as they say?'

'Better,' Tamara replied fondly, momentarily reliving the experience. 'You'll love it.'

Both women merrily chatted, looking forward to what lay ahead.