The Bottom Slave Ch. 01

'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.