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.