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!'