The Rise and Demise of Billy Garratt 
By Liverpool Kiss



Chapter One

The Beginning

Part One may be slow for some tastes, but it's necessary to establish the
characters and plot. Please bear with me.

I grew up in England. I had a normal education at a normal school and somehow
managed to get a degree in Mechanical Engineering from Bradford University. I
was a cadet engineer to one of Britain's finest engineering companies and I
spent most of the nineties working is some very exotic locations, everywhere
from Abu Dhabi to Zambia. I learned a lot, got paid well and by the time I was
36 I was a Project Manager. I was running multi-million dollar jobs in
exciting locations. I was in charge, I was the go to man I had the world at my
feet.

I have always enjoyed the sunshine and I moved to Australia in 1997. I worked
for a small engineering house it Melbourne and I was put in charge of building
a minerals processing plant in Laos in SE Asia. It was a difficult job, the
weather was atrocious, the local labour was unskilled and the quality
materials which was mainly out of China, (it was a Chinese Joint Venture) was
dubious, but we managed to bring the project on line on time and under budget.
It was a fine achievement. I hoped it would be the first of many for me in
that part of the world.

While I was in Laos I learned a lot about its people and the culture.
Landlocked between Thailand to the west, China to the north, Vietnam to the
east and Cambodia to the south I learned that its people had fought and lost a
lot of wars and as a consequence I found them to be a placid almost submissive
race of people, but kind and considerate and easy to like.

The US never declared war on Laos, but that never stopped them from dropping
more bombs on the Lao people than they dropped on the Germans in WW2. The
Lao's were a tired, poor, beaten race, but at least one or two of them were
keen to push against the tide.

When the project was winding down it became obvious to most of us that a Mod
Squad was going to be needed to implement improvements and I saw this as an
excellent opportunity to start a small business in Laos. I was going to be the
silent partner and I needed a front person to be the Manager and I had just
the person in mind to take charge.

While I was working on the project I had two very efficient women working for
me; Pouna was my personal assistant. She spoke English fluently, typed about a
thousand words a minute and she kept me and the project running sweetly
between the liquid parameters set by the Lao government. Her organising skills
were excellent and what she lacked in certain areas I knew. Pouna had a
friend, Done who also worked for me. Done had friends in high places and
together both women had made a very valuable contribution to the project and
their involvement had gone a long way into making the outcome at a success,
and I felt it would be a shame to allow them to return to doing what they were
doing before we found them, which was nothing.

Woman are seen as second class citizens in Laos they are very subservient to
their men and have little or no business acumen, so when I suggested that I
offer the job of manager of my business to Pouna I met a lot of opposition,
but I persisted with her and at the beginning it was an excellent decision.
She worked long hours and had a steely resolve a can do attitude and I liked
her a lot.

I went to the town of Sav and rented some office space there, and then bought
everything that was required to make an office work. We then recruited the
work force. And before the main project was completed I made sure that my Mod
Squad was employed and a lucrative contract was put in place. I'm a good
engineer, but a poor businessman, however this was an excellent business
manoeuvre and my two managers did a very good job in repaying the confidence I
had shown in them.

For the first few months the business took off, our tradesmen excelled and the
company was in demand. I relocated to Sav and lived in an apartment over the
office it was small but it was cheap and for a while I was a hands on silent
partner.

Pouna ran the business she was a small woman standing about five one and
weighed about a hundred pounds, but she had a rod of steel down her backbone
she was unafraid, a bit like a jack Russell confronting a German Shepherd. It
was one of the many things I admired about her; it was also to be the thing I
feared. She was becoming more confident and more aggressive, something I
secretly liked, but I didn't want my personal life to become involved in
business, but it did.

Everything went well until the end of the first quarter party. I organised a
get together at the office for the entire company at the end of October. I put
on grand spread with plenty to food and a bit too much to drink. I was the
host and I was ably assisted by Pouna, Done and Karaoke. There is nothing like
a good song, sung badly to tear down the invisible walls that exist between
us. It was an excellent evening. I drank too much, I wasn't fall down drunk
just pissed enough to sing 'Waiting For a Girl Like You' as poorly as I have
ever sang it. And I had enough juice in my system to provoke the senses. Twice
I accidently touched Pouna, just a delicate brush of the hands, but it was
enough to send electricity pulsing through me. I didn't think that Pouna was
pretty or beautiful, not in the classic sense, but there was a strong
attraction. She was a strong, dare I say it a dominant Woman and she oozed
something that I found very difficult to resist. And I think she saw me in
another light that night too.

Somehow I managed to speak to everyone there that night, but I was also very
aware of exactly where Pouna was the entire evening. She was having that sort
of effect on me.

It was a good night and I hope it would be the template for many more parties
to follow. Most left by ten o'clock, just half a dozen remained murdering
everything that they sung and I started to do the rounds picking up glasses
and plates and cleaning up.

Eventually everyone left, everyone that is except Pouna. I locked up and Pouna
and I went up the stairs to my apartment. We went to bed, but sex was awkward
and before either of us had climaxed we stopped and we lay there in the dark
and we talked.

"Bill, I want to get on top I want to be in charge," she told me in the
darkness and she became the aggressor and I became submissive. She fucked me.
It worked for both of us. After sex I talked to Pouna about Female Domination,
a subject I was very interested in, Pouna it turned out was more interested in
the subject than I was. I produced my computer and showed her some of the
FemDom porn I had. She was riveted and we spent the entire night looking at my
movie stash.

"You like this?" She asked. Of course I did. "Do you want me to do this to
you?" Oh God yes please I wanted to tell her, but I refrained.

"Oh no my personal life was running over into my business life, I didn't want
this, but it was happening, I was so na##ve to think I could play with Pouna,
and come out of the relationship unscathed. Unbeknown to me at the time was
that she had an agenda and breaking me was going to be a part of it. From that
moment on Pouna started to take control.

It was a slow subtle process at first. She downloaded a few of my movies onto
her memory stick and each night after work we would talk about FemDom; she
seemed obsessed with it wanted to know as much as I could tell her. I told her
all I knew and also gave her on line links; items to read and watch and she
would practice what she leaned on me all the time strengthening the
Mistress/slave relationship.

But I also established a line where we could talk and act out certain FemDom
things that I liked but it could never cross over into real time. There was
fantasy and there was real. At first Pouna was ok with this arrangement it was
important to me, but very quickly Pouna became frustrated with my limits. It
was all about me and my needs. She wanted to push my limits, and I resisted
but we both knew it was only a question of time.

I knew she had told Done about what we did, on more than one occasion Done
would let me know that Pouna was taking more control, sometimes she would walk
into my office with her wrists crossed to let me know Pouna had bought some
handcuffs. I was not pleased, but I was unable to stop the momentum. Every
night she pushed the line as she chipped away at the flimsy, delicate fa'ade
that I hid behind. If I didn't stop soon she have me at her mercy. But I
couldn't stop. I wanted her to control me as much as she wanted to take
control.

By January the company had made more gains; we were turning over about a
hundred grand a month, I gave everyone a bonus and we had another party. The
karaoke machine was rolled out again and the party was another resounding
success. I was mine host again helped in no short measure by Pouna and Done
but that night, as successful as the party was saw Pouna cheekier than ever,
she was testing me and I was unable to compete with her. Pouna sensed her
moment and finally the boot was on the other foot.

The previous night Pouna had me on my knees and I was to jerk off on to her
foot, the idea was going to be for me to lick my cum off her foot, but as soon
as I came the lust evaporated and I became Alpha male again, Pouna hated this;
she was becoming very frustrated with my behaviour.

"I'm going to fit you with a restraint." She promised.

Towards the end of the evening Pouna called me over, she was sitting drinking
with Done and the office girls.

"I've told the girls I'm buying a cock restraint for you. I'm going to lock
your tiny cock away and I will control all of your erections."

"Ssshh." I said laughing, but no one else was laughing they knew Pouna meant
it.

"Why don't you start to wash up," Pouna told me in front of Done and the
girls" Men didn't do the washing up in Laos. It was a planned step towards
trying to humiliate me in front of her friends, I ignored her but eventually
did as she said and I started to wash up some glasses and plates. Most of the
crowd had gone and just a few of the girls remained, they were watching me
watching Pouna humiliate me

"When you have finished there I want you to wash the floor." Pouna told me. I
could have nipped everything in the bud if I had given her a sharp reply, but
I didn't, in fact I wasn't sure what to say.

"Er ... I err OK," I somehow managed and before I knew it I was filling a
bucket with water. Done and the girls knew what Pouna was doing and loved it
as they laughed together as they watched me. They were humiliating me.

I mopped the entire floor, which took me about fifteen minutes Pouna and Done
sat at my desk and turned on my computer "What's your password?" Pouna
demanded to know. I told her, it was my company computer; my private porn
collection was secreted in my external hard drive which was locked upstairs in
my apartment.

When I finally finished mopping the floor I returned to my desk where Pouna
and Done had just open another bottle of red,

"What do you think you are doing?" Pouna demanded to know when I sat down
beside her. "Did I say that you could sit down?" I was confused; I wasn't sure
what she wanted. She obviously knew what she was doing, she knew she had
crossed over the line; we had never been here before, where she was
humiliating me in front of her friends. I just didn't know how far she would
go? I wasn't sure of anything anymore, but she was definitely pushing my
buttons. What I did next would be very important.

Sensing something unpleasant was about to happen, the office girls left. I
think they felt I was going to give Pouna a dressing down if they had known
what was really about to transpired I wonder if they would have stayed. Just
Pouna and Done remained. Show time. One of us was going to have to back down
and it wasn't going to be me. Pouna was losing respect for me it was time I
won it back.

Both women wore the traditional Sihn, a long dark coloured skirt that hemmed
at the ankle the only time it looked vaguely sexy was when the skirt hung open
exposing the girls legs as it was at that moment Pouna sat with her feet up on
the desk looking at FemDom porn on my computer. She had been showing the girls
some of the sites I visited.

Pouna looked at me "get under the table and clean Mistress Done's shoes with
your tongue." she ordered staring me straight in the eye. There it was. What
was I going to do? I couldn't hold her glare and I lowered my eyes. "Get under
the table where you belong you cock-sucking bitch!" Pouna ordered. I don't
know whether she had just learned the language from the latest video she had
watched or whether it was the contempt she now held for me but I had never
heard her use this type of language before and combined with her persistent
dominant attitude towards me I started to collapse

If I obeyed her I knew it would be the start of a long and slippery slope into
slavery, but it was what I wanted. More than being a successful businessman
and head of industry I wanted to become a slave to this Woman and I melted
under her gaze and slowly slipped under the table and kissed Done's foot.

After a few minutes Pouna grabbed me by the hair and pulled me from under the
table to my knees. She gave me two blue pills, they were Viagra, take these
and go up to your room and wait for us we will be up in a few minutes. Make
sure you are!"

"Yes Ma'am," I meekly replied.

"Call me Mistress Pouna."

"Yes Mistress Pouna." I obediently replied. She had won

I went to my room not sure if what I was doing was sensible, or have any long
term effect on our business relationship. Was I that na##ve? How could what
was about to happen not be seen as a change in the dynamics of the company. I
was about to become Pouna's bitch. But it didn't matter, nothing mattered I
wanted to become Pouna's bitch. I stripped and showered and slipped under the
sheets and waited.

Half an hour later the two women entered my apartment, a place until that
moment, they had never set foot inside. They found my bedroom and saw me under
the blanket with the sheet pulled up like a virgin on her wedding night. Pouna
had the bottle of wine by the neck in her right hand and was drinking straight
from the bottle, Done had a full glass and placed it on the table beside me,
Both women said nothing as they stared at me and started to undress. The room
was luminated by the two bedside lamps, but neither woman seemed intimidated
as they stripped Pouna removed her white blouse, she wore a delicate white
lace bra underneath that she quickly unclipped revealing a modest pair of
breasts. Done was right behind her, she was quite well stacked for a Lao
woman. They removed their skirts, Done wore red satin panties, Pouna tiny
white lace ones that they quickly dispensed with and they were on me in a
rush. Pouna straddled me and impaled herself on my six inch erection.

"I thought you would have more, Done said with a sense of disappointment, but
before I could reply she sat on my face and I demanded my full attention I
lapped her lips and found her clitoris and began to pleasure her.

I hadn't been with a woman for two years, work had been my mistress, and as
Pouna cunt muscles ground away at my cock I very quickly began to lose
control. Oh don't let me be a premature ejaculator! Please no ... , please,
pleaseeeeee. Too late. I blew. Oh how I blew! In less than two minutes I had
shot my load. Pouna was furious.

"YOU'VE CUM!? YOU HAVE FUCKING CUM??" She was incensed. 'YOU USELESS PREMATURE
EJACULATOR..YOU USELESS, USELESS, FUCK!" She screamed

Pouna selfishly pushed Done aside who was enjoying my oral services and
planted her sopping cunt on my face.

"Lick me, lick every fucking drop." She demanded as she ground her cunt into
my face. "Squeeze his balls." Pouna instructed and Done clamped her hand
around my balls and squeezed!

I screamed into Pouna, my semen oozed from her labia and dripped across my
lips and down my throat as I lapped and sucked my mess out of her. Done never
loosened her grip, she ground my balls together causing me to scream in agony
as I lapped up every drop of my mess out of Pouna.

For ten long minutes Pouna ground her semen soaked cunt into my mouth "I'm
sorry, I'm sorry, I repeated over and over. Done finally released her grip on
my nuts and we eventually things settled. Done impaled herself on my cock
again. I had cum, but the Viagra kept my cock hard for a very long time.

Both women enjoyed fucking me and both achieved orgasms. I lay beneath them
like a sex toy as they played with each other swapping my mouth for my cock
repeatedly and frequently. It was Pouna who pissed in my mouth first. She sat
on my face and looked down at me looking up at her through the junction of her
legs.

"Open your mouth." And slowly a trickle of urine dribbled from her and
splashed on to my nose she redirected the stream into my mouth a little at a
time.

"Swallow." She ordered as my mouth filled with her urine. I did as she
demanded and slowly I managed to drink all of her piss.

A few minutes later Done done the same thing. In a few short hours I had gone
from being their boss to being their toilet.

After they pissed in me they continued to fuck me. My cock was raw and my
mouth ached and I was developing cunt rash, but they continued fucking me
right through the night.

Grey dawn was starting to creep into my room when the women finally tired and
dismounted. They showered together and got dressed in silence, the booze was
wearing off and the hang over was starting. I lay on my bed and watched the
two women as they dressed not sure what had happened not sure what existed
between us. The relationship had changed, but was this just a bump in the road
or a complete change of direction? I wasn't sure.

They left without saying anything, and I eventually fell asleep.