Never forget that. I’m a Bottom. I live to serve my Master, the man that I love. Like the guy from the car insurance ad says, it’s what we do, we ...ottoms. We serve. We submit. We live to please others, to put their needs first. If you’re a Bottom, it’s what you do. We enjoy it. We revel in it. It’s why Lowell can never disobey Mary. She’s his lady love and he worships the ground on which she treads. It’s why Martin surrenders his ass and mouth to Mark on demand. Their bromance was always rather. I wasnt sure how it would look or how it would be recieved if I met a guy. So I applied the cream one day in the bath, and waited for it to do its work. Once i waited and washed it off I knew it was for me.Not only was it easy and low maintenance, but the next day when I was dressed and out for the day, I was fully conscious of my new look. It felt so light and fresh and I could feel a gap in my knickers where my bush had been just the day before. The more I thought of it, the more I wanted to. "Are you okay to keep it all on for a few more weeks then?" Oh!" She looked shocked. "Well..."I had no intention of keeping her in that long, but I thought I would tease her. "If you want freedom, you'll have to earn it."She smiled at that. "Of course, Sir. I would expect nothing less." But I understand what that smile means - she thinks she'll get an orgasm out of it. And do you think I'm going to let her?"Assume the position!" I ordered her as I prepared the bondage frame. She bent over it. The bus was packed and I ended up standing on the bottom floor.My mind then thought of why Cathy was acting this way towards me. After a while we arrive at her stop and get off. I walk with her towards her house and ask her why she wants me to come over. She then smiled and said you'll see.After a minute or two of walking we arrived at her house. As soon as we were in the door and she turned the alarm off she turned around and kissed me. I was so surprised but began kissing back. The kiss broke.