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.