The Bottom Slave Ch. 08

'We need to do some staff training, Dave.' Liz stood assertively at his front door, grinning.

'Ah, nooo, come on, Liz, this is my evening off!' Dave protested.

'There's no peace for the wicked, Darling,' she sniggered, pushing past to breeze inside and help herself to a drink from his cocktail cabinet.

His shoulders slumped as he followed her into his lounge, helping himself to a couple of fingers of old malt in a lead crystal tumbler. In the background came the roaring sound of crowds of football fans.

'Uh-uh,' she chastised, taking the glass from his reluctant hand. 'We've got work to do.'

'Work?'

He sank into a white leather deep-sunk three-seater. He was now resigned to missing the important football match he'd been looking forward to seeing and of being able to enjoy a relaxing evening away from the all too familiar and constant sight of female bottoms in his face. He clicked the off for the TV on the remote.

She took a slug of gin and tonic, slipping out of her coat. 'Well, to be precise it's called staff training,' she smirked.

She had on a white top and black skirt, if you could call it that. It was the miniest of minis he'd ever seen. It barely covered her ample posterior. Fishnet stockings covered her muscled legs, completing the picture.

'Liz, I've been working hard all week. This is the one night I've got off,' he whined.

'You're part of a team, Dave, and like all good teams if we want to stay at the top we need to remain on the ball,' she reasoned, standing right in front of him, looking down her nose at him. He couldn't help noticing her nipples were beginning to increase in size. 'And this team needs a bit of extra training, that's all there is to it. Clare's popping in about nine to give her input into the team building.'

'How d'you mean staff training?' he asked, naively.

'I'll show you,' she said, taking another quick glug. She beckoned him with her crooked finger to follow her into his bedroom.

'Jen made a complaint,' Liz told him. 'And as your employers we have to follow it up.'

'What, J-Lo complained about me?' he exclaimed. 'I did everything she wanted.'

'That may be so, Dave darling,' Liz said. 'But she told us she wasn't totally and completely satisfied with your service. She said your stamina the next day wasn't up to expectations.'

'Oh come on, Liz,' he protested. 'She was very very demanding. She even made me keep my tongue up her bottom all night while she slept. Every time she woke up she made me perform analigus. She woke up four bloody times! My mouth and tongue and jaw were aching so much in the morning I couldn't even speak.'

'That's what she said,' Liz went on. 'She said she expected you to tell her how gorgeous her bottom was right up until the moment she left.'

'I couldn't speak!' he complained.

'Dave, she's a very important client,' Liz said firmly. 'And we have to take on board any complaint from a client.' She turned her back to him, pushing out her pronounced bottom. 'So, it's my job as your employer and trainer to teach you all about women and what we want from someone like yourself. Call it refining your trade, if you like. Right, let's get down to business.'

Liz bent down over the bed, her mini-skirt riding up over her bottom to reveal no knickers. She knelt beside the bed, lying her upper body on it face-down, her posterior prominently sticking upwards on the edge. She turned and smiled at the look of fear on his face at the sight of her backside.

'Still frightened of girl's bums, eh?' she noted, smugly. 'Okay, whenever a girl shows you her bottom, Darling,' Liz tutored, 'what she's really saying is "I want you to tell me and show me how lovely my bottom is". And a girl also wants to be invited into the compliment. So if a girl shows you her bottom like this...' she pushed out her bottom further, '... what she's really saying is "go on and invite me into the compliment and completely involve me in the worshipping scenario"...'

Dave looked on almost in disbelief, almost as if it wasn't him standing there being shown how to be subservient to a woman's bottom. It was surreal and the words were ringing in his ears.

'... So you've got to say things like "That is the most beautiful bottom I've ever seen, Liz. Please would you allow me to kiss it all over"...'

The unease with which Dave was enduring showed on his expression and the fear element was indicated in his widened eyes. His mouth remained open in shock at this utter defeat and humiliation.

'... Go on, tell me, Dave,' she prompted, a sudden urgency entering her voice.

'Liz, you've got the most gorgeous bottom I have ever seen,' he said a little awkwardly.

'Say it with more feeling,' she ordered. 'Say it as if you really, really mean it.'

He cleared his throat. 'Liz, you have got the loveliest, most beautiful bottom I have ever seen,' he went.

'That's much better, Sweetie,' she encouraged. 'Now carry on.'

His head was spinning from the embarrassment of the situation. He could tell from her expression she was enjoying every single second. He wished the ground would open up and swallow him up.

'I would really love to kiss it all over,' he continued. 'Please may I kiss it?'

'That's very good. You're doing very well.' She was beaming broadly all over her face. 'Come over here. It's better to kneel down right behind me and say it,' she coached, parting her legs for him. 'Look at my bum and tell me all over again. Put a bit more feeling into it, mind.'

This was one of the woman who had ruined him, taken everything from him and turned him into a woman's arse-kisser. He felt like crying, but willed himself not to. It would probably only turn her on even more. He knelt behind her, the pronounced bottom cheeks staring ominously directly at him.

'You have got the most beautiful bottom I have ever seen, Liz,' he said, his voice quavering slightly.

'Why thank you, Darling,' she sniggered. 'Continue like I taught you.'

'Please may I kiss it all over?' he managed to rasp.

'Do it once more, Sweetie, but put just a teensy-weensy bit more feeling into it,' she said, her smirk even broader.

He stared fearfully at the bulging bottom before his face. 'Liz, you have got the most beautiful, gorgeous and lovely bottom I have ever seen,' he went. 'Please may I kiss it for you all over.'

'Yes, Dave, you may,' she breathed, settling comfortably in expectation. Her bottom wavered in anticipation.

She took a shark intake of breath the second his lips brushed her buttock's soft and pliable flesh. Then she began to softly moan in intense pleasure deep in the back of her throat while his conquered lips gently kissed each bottom cheek dutifully and thoroughly completely all over.

'You're... very... good...' she managed to croak. 'Perhaps... you... can... be... a... bit... noisier... with... your... kissing... though... Mmmhhhhhh... do... it... round... the... soft... bits... at... the... bottom... of... the... cheeks...Ohhhh... that's... so... good...'

He continued kissing her victorious bottom for a long time with tears welling in his eyes, to the sound of his slurping lips and her ecstatic moans. Her whole body writhed to the rapturous feeling of his mouth moving across her expansive backside.

'Work... into... the... crack... now...' she groaned, directing him. 'Mmmmhhhh.. well... inside... ohhh... that's... nice...'

She turned to see his tears trickling down his nose to gently splash onto her bottom. 'Oh, yes,' she cried. 'That's so good... Oh, Dave... we can charge a lot more if you do that as well,' she enthused. Turning back round to sink back down to enjoy the sensations to the fullest degree she added, 'Now... lick... me... Dave. Lick... my... anus... but... rim... me... first... to... open... it... up...'

Then she became lost in a world of libidinous debauchery as his tongue obediently did as it was bid, working its wending way, snaking deep inside her inviting anal passage.

And amid his tears and humiliation her groans assailed his ears as they took on an almost shrieking quality while her enjoyment rose to extreme heights of licentious pleasure as she revelled in his utter defeat and total and complete debasement.

'We're being a little bit self-indulgent, aren't we, Sweetie?'

Clare stood at the doorway of Dave's bedroom, grinning from ear to ear. Behind her Sheryl's attractive black African features were also smiling hugely at the scene before them.

Liz lay prostrate and naked, front down, on Dave's mauve satin-sheeted bed, with Dave's mouth passionately kissing her bulbous bottom slowly all over. While doing so, he occasionally paused his oral worshipping to whisper platitudes of grovelling proportions, such as, 'Liz, your bottom is so lovely and kissable,' and 'you have got the most beautiful bottom I have ever seen or kissed,' and 'I just love kissing your gorgeous bottom...'

Liz was in complete bliss, her every being absorbing the pleasure, whilst sipping Dom Perion from a crystal glass and chomping on some hand-made chocolates. She turned as much she could allow without spilling the drink and of disturbing Dave's slavering worshipping.

'Hi, gang,' she said, smiling like a Cheshire cat. 'This is a director's meeting and this is a director's perk.'

The two voyeurs laughed and drifted into the room, followed by a third female who was chuckling out loud and whose face wore the expression of being utterly awestruck.

'I see the staff training workshop has got off to a good start,' Clare offered, making them all laugh again.

Dave's face was reddened from embarrassment, but he continued with bottom-kissing the hedonistic Liz.

'You remember Debby?' Sheryl asked Liz, bending down to closely scrutinise Dave's mouth moving gently across Liz's expansive backside. She enjoyed the feeling of making him feel even more uncomfortable at being watched.

'Of course,' Liz said, pushing Dave's head away to indicate she was satisfied. 'You were one of our first clients.'

'One of our first most important clients,' Clare corrected. 'It was her word-of-mouth that helped get him and us to get so much business.'

'And we've never looked back since,' Sheryl observed, turning her back to Dave who was now kneeling on the bed. Her large African bottom, hiding beneath a tartan skirt, wavered very close to his face.

'Do you remember me?' Debbie asked him.

'Yes I do,' he answered, looking decidedly uncomfortable with Sheryl's bum staring aggressively directly at him. 'You were the one who went horse-riding whilst sitting on me.'

'Oh yes, it was so long ago I'd forgotten,' she laughed. 'And you passed out, if I remember correctly.'

'Twice,' he said, still looking at Sheryl's large backside inches from his face.

She smirked as she slowly lifted her skirt to reveal her naked black muscled buttocks.

'Er,' Dave began, hesitantly.

'Go on,' Liz urged. 'Do it like I taught you.'

'Sheryl, you have got the most beautiful bottom I have ever seen,' he went, awkwardly.

'Why, thank you, Honey.' She wiggled her posterior in his face provocatively. The others laughed.

'It is so lovely I would like to kiss it all over,' he said in a small strained voice.

The pressure was getting to him. These women had ruined his life and reduced him to being an oral pleasure-machine for their selfish gratification. Now they were here in his own house, his castle, and they were taking control over even his last place of safety and sanctuary.

'Go on, Sweetie,' Liz goaded. 'Tell her like I taught you in our workshop.'

They were all smirking now.

'It is such a beautiful bottom, Sheryl,' Dave croaked. 'Please would you allow me to kiss and lick it?'

'Why, what a lovely request,' Sheryl said, pushing him to one side to enable her to lie down on his bed. 'You certainly can, Dave.'

Liz helped her quickly strip, while Dave made ready to apply his new training to the excited and expectant negress.

Liz whispered into Sheryl's ear. 'And then when you want him to stop say.......'

'Okaayy?' Sheryl said, unsurely, but curiously.

The other three women went to Dave's lounge, leaving him to gently kiss a massive black buttock all over.

'All over, Honey,' Sheryl directed, beginning to appreciate the lip-brushing attentions of her previous employer she'd brought down to this humble level.

'Your bottom is the most delicious bottom I have ever had the privilege of kissing,' Dave said, his lips adoring every curvature and contour of her bottom's flesh.

Meanwhile:

'That collagen in his lips was a good idea,' Liz said to Clare.

'Yes, it gives it a much wider and softer kiss, doesn't it,' Clare replied.

They were relaxing on Dave's lounge chairs with drinks, listening to some music.

'It does make him look a bit funny though,' Debby added. 'His lips are quite huge now. I almost didn't recognise him.'

'Let's say he doesn't go out much in public places,' Liz quipped.

They giggled loudly.

'You haven't seen his tongue yet, have you?' Clare asked Debbie.

'Why?' Debby asked, intrigued.

'Well, in the two years you last saw him it's grown in length,' Clare informed her.

'You should feel it now,' Liz said, dreamily.

'You'll never want intercourse again,' Clare added.

Debbie took a long imbibe from her glass, unconsciously wriggling slightly in her chair.

'Is he still taking antibiotics?' Liz asked Clare.

'Antibiotics?' Debbie enquired.

'You can't be too careful,' Clare said. 'Yes, I get him those expensive ones. We don't want our cash machine to get unwell, do we?'

No we don't,' Liz agreed.

'It's been a long time,' Debbie said. 'I can hardly wait.'

'You should have gone first then,' Liz said.

'It's okay,' Debbie said. 'Her need was greater than mine.'

'Sheryl's such a pushy cow sometimes,' Clare said affectionately.

Suddenly the sound of Sheryl's loud ecstatic screeching came from the direction of the bedroom. Debbie looked alarmed.

'It's okay, it's only Sheryl using Dave's coup de main,' Liz explained, grinning.

'Coup de what?' Debbie asked.

'It's okay, Darling,' Clare said, laughing. 'You'll soon find out.'

'And when you do you'll be in heaven,' Liz added.

Then they all laughed as Debbie wriggled some more in expectant anticipation.