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.