Chapter1

Abbey Moran was worried. There were several things that she worried about constantly, but right now, here most pressing worry was that she might be late for work. If she was late again, her boss had told her that he would fire her.

Abbey worked as a waitress in a ChowKing restaurant in Makati, and although it did not pay much, she really needed the job. Abbey was 33 years old and single, but like many Filipinas, she was the only support her extended family had.

Abbey’s older brother had been a user of the drug known as shabu in Philippines, and he had died during the government’s crackdown on drug use.

However, his death had left his widow trying to raise their two daughters aged 12 and 14 when their father had died.

That was two years ago, and the girls owed their schooling and daily subsistence to the help that their mother received from Abbey. That was the Filipino way - family members had an obligation to help.

However, if Abbey lost her job, she would no longer be able to support her nieces or their mother, and she would also find it difficult to pay her rent or provide for her own needs.

So, Abbey was worried at the slow speed of the jeepney she was riding in on her way to work. Fortunately, the jeepney managed to arrive at her destination with about 5 minutes to spare before the start of her shift. Abbey ran from the jeepney and just managed to be on time when she entered the restaurant. The manager looked at his watch and told Abbey to hurry up and change into her uniform and help to set up the tables for the breakfast service.

Breakfast service was from 8 to 11 am, and the customers were a mixture of local Filipinos catching a quick bite on their way to work, and local residents who preferred the ambiance and the service of a restaurant to eating breakfast alone at home. There were several foreigners among this last group of customers, and Abbey knew all of them and what they usually liked to eat for breakfast.

Joe White was one of the foreign regulars who Abbey often stopped to chat to. He was about 65 years old, and he had told Abbey that he had just recently retired from his post as Chief Financial Officer for an American multinational. As part of his duties, he had had to visit different branches of the company, and he had been impressed by the quality of life in Philippines when he had visited his company’s office there. Now he was considering moving to Philippines for his retirement, and he had rented a two-bedroom apartment in Makati while he decided where he would like to settle.

Joe was aware of Abbey’s family situation, and he admired the way that she was so willing to sacrifice her own life in order to support the family of her dead brother. At 33 years old, Abbey should have been married or at least in a stable relationship, but, from conversations with her, Joe knew that she was still single and that she had no boyfriend.

Joe also knew that she was constantly worried about money, and that she had no savings to fall back on if anything unexpected happened. That morning, Joe noticed that Abbey seemed very preoccupied and that she was not her usual smiling self.

“What’s wrong?” Joe asked.

“Oh, nothing” Abbey answered weakly.

The truth was that Abbey was very worried. Her oldest niece was about to graduate from school and she needed to buy new clothes for her graduation. In addition, Abbey’s landlord had told her that he had sold the building where she lived in a room she shared with 3 other women, and they had one week to leave and find a new accommodation. Finding accommodation that was affordable was not easy in Manila. Abbey knew that she might have to quit her job because rents in Makati were more than she could afford, and the places that were affordable were very far from her work.

Joe could see that Abbey was not telling him the truth, so he pressed her again to tell him what was troubling her. Finally, Abbey explained her situation, and how whatever she did would have an impact on her family. Joe reflected on whether he should offer to help, and finally he told Abbey that there was one way she could keep her job and also have a place to live.

Abbey’s eyes filled with tears as she listened to Joe’s suggestion.

Chapter 2

What Abbey heard from Joe almost made her cry.

“I have a spare bedroom that you can have if you would like.”

Abbey’s heart raced at those words, and she did not have to think before accepting Joe’s generous offer. At the same time, she wondered if there would be strings attached to the offer and whether she would have to pay rent. Indeed, she wondered what Joe might ask for in exchange for letting her stay in his apartment.

However, when she asked Joe how much rent he expected her to pay, he simply smiled and told her that the room would be rent free. The only thing he would like her to do was to clean and generally look after the apartment, including washing and ironing his clothes. Abbey felt that this was a very generous offer, and she immediately accepted. The pair arranged that they would meet after Abbey’s shift ended at 7 pm and Joe would take her to her new home.

When Abbey and Joe met as arranged, Abbey was pleased to find that Joe’s apartment was only a few minutes’ walk away from the Chowking restaurant where she worked. This meant that she would save on the fare for the jeepney to and from work every day, and the fact that she would not have to pay rent meant that her extended family would have more money for essentials. For Abbey, it seemed as if all her dreams had come true. She even started thinking of what small luxuries she could buy for herself.

Joe’s apartment was small but for Abbey the second bedroom seemed to be heaven. She would no longer have to share a room with other women, and she would even have her own bathroom with shower. Joe showed her the small kitchen and explained how the various appliances worked. Finally, he gave her a key to the apartment building and to the apartment, and told her that she was free to move in any time she liked.

That was on Tuesday, and Abbey took a day off work on Thursday, and that is when she moved her few belongings to her new home. It did not take long because she owned so little in spite of being 33 years old. Joe was not at home when she arrived at the apartment. However, when she entered her new bedroom, she was surprised to see that Joe had left her new bedsheets and towels. This act of kindness made her want to return the favor in some way. What Abbey did not know was that Joe had made plans for how she would repay him.

Abbey innocently sat in front of the mirror on the dressing table and admired her reflection. She was a typical short Filipina, just 5’2” tall. Her statistics were 34B 28 35 and she weighed only 56 kg. She had long hair that was naturally black, but that she dyed brown or blond from time to time. She had the normal dark eyes of all Filipinos, but her skin was creamy white instead of the usual darker skin of her compatriots. Abbey was extremely proud of her lighter colored skin because it was admired by most Filipinos and she had also seen older western men glancing at her in shopping malls. Abbey often wished that one of those western men would stop and talk to her, but they all seemed to be attached to younger Filipinas. Abbey felt that she would never find a man to spend the rest of her life with - little did she know that her life was about to change forever.

Joe returned home about an hour later. Meanwhile, Abbey had searched through the cupboards and the refrigerator in the kitchen to see what she could cook for him. She had found some rice and pork as well as a few vegetables, so she made the traditional filipino dish of adobo. She hoped that Joe would like it because she wanted to please him. She knew that Joe had ordered adobo in the restaurant when he came in for lunch instead of breakfast, so Abbey was sure that he would be happy with what she had prepared for him to eat.

As Joe entered the apartment, he smelled the soy sauce that was what gave adobo its special taste. He smiled as Abbey called out to him from the kitchen that she hoped that he was hungry. Joe liked that Abbey had spent time cooking for him, so he told her that he was hungry and that she should serve him at the table in the dining room. Abbey rushed to set the utensils on the table and to place a plate of adobo on the table.

She hoped that Joe would ask her to sit and eat with him, but instead he told her that his legs were a little painful from walking in the heat of Manila and that he would like her to massage them. First, he told her to take off his sandals and then to sit on the floor as he ate, so that she could massage his legs. Abbey was surprised, but she was happy to oblige because she felt that she owed it to Joe to please him.

First, she bent down and slipped off his sandals. She was aware that bending like this allowed him to look down her top and that he would be able to see her breasts. Nevertheless, she did as he had asked and removed his footwear. Then she sat cross-legged on the floor and started to massage Joe’s legs. As he was wearing shorts, this was not difficult to do, although it was slightly uncomfortable because of her sitting position.

There was one thing that Abbey did not like and that was that Joe’s feet were dusty and sweaty from being outside in the street. The aroma was unpleasant and made Abbey feel slightly nauseous. However, she persisted with the task that Joe had given her. Abbey’s head was just about level with the chair that Joe was sitting on and her face was turned towards his ass. That is why, when Joe suddenly farted, Abbey received the full blast in her nose.

The smell made her feel sick, but she forgave Joe when he apologized to her.

“I’m afraid that you will have to learn to live with my farts,” he said. “I have a slight problem with my stomach that makes me fart a lot.”

Abbey smiled weakly, but she felt that this was a small price to pay for being given such a nice place to live.

Chapter 3

Abbey soon settled into her new home. She loved the fact that she could walk to work in just a few minutes, which meant that she had less stress and more money because she no longer had to pay rent or her daily fare on a jeepney. Although she worked in a restaurant, Abbey had to buy her own food because staff were not provided with meals while on duty. Again, Joe helped Abbey to save money because he made sure that there was always food in the refrigerator for Abbey to cook for him and for her.

However, Joe continued to eat his breakfasts in the restaurant, and he was often joined by a few other older retired western men. Abbey always made a point of making sure that she was their server. She got to know the members of the group quite well. They were from different western countries, but they were all united in having decided to retire to the Philippines, and also in teasing Joe and Abbey about the fact that they were “living together.”

The expression made Abbey blush because although she had had boyfriends in the past, and she was not a virgin, the idea of having a relationship with Joe excited her because it was vaguely taboo. Joe was about twice Abbey’s age, but he was still healthy and fit. He exercised every day, and apart from his legs being a little painful sometimes, he did not seem to have any health problems. That is if it were possible to ignore his farting, which Abbey did not like, but which she had to put up with.

At times, Abbey let her mind fantasize about being dominated by Joe. She did not really feel attracted to him, but she liked the idea of an older man from the West controlling her. Secretly, Abbey was a submissive, but she did not realize that. All she knew was that she would like a man who could control her and be quite firm. A man who was strict and who knew what was best for her.

Nevertheless, Abbey was unable to understand what made her feel like being controlled. She just knew that it felt good and exciting to have such thoughts.

However, she did not have these thoughts too often because she had bigger problems on her mind. Her older niece was ill and had been hospitalized with dengue fever. Abbey’s sister in law was dependent on Abbey for support in her everyday needs, so Abbey knew that it would be impossible for her to pay for the hospital treatment that her niece needed. Although she had more money to spend because of living in Joe's apartment, Abbey had to find some other way to make money besides what she earned from her job as a waitress.

Then something happened that allowed Abbey to find the money that she needed. As one of her duties, she had to wash Joe’s clothes, and when she was preparing to put his shorts into the washing machine, she carefully checked his pockets in case he had left something in them. On that day, he had indeed left something, and that’s when she discovered a roll of dollars. Abbey could not help but check to see how much there was. She was amazed to discover that there was almost $500 in small bills neatly rolled up.

Abbey had been raised as a Catholic, and she still believed that stealing was wrong, but she also had an obligation to her dead brother’s child. She was tempted to take all the money and run away, but she instantly realized that Joe knew where she worked, so that was not an option.

However, Abbey started to rationalize taking some money from the roll. She started by thinking that Joe had a lot of money because his retirement pension was from his former multinational company. Then she thought that he would not notice if she took some of it because there was so much money in the roll. Finally, she hatched a plan. She would take $300 and leave $200 in the pocket of the shorts and then put the shorts with the money into the washing machine. This would destroy the money, and Joe would not know how much she had taken because there would only be pieces of notes left. Abbey was sure that this would succeed, and she would be able to help her niece.

The plan would probably have succeeded if she had not taken so long to consider all her options. Unfortunately, just as she put the shorts into the washing machine after having taken $300, and while she was still holding the money in her hand, Joe came into the kitchen where the washing machine was located.

As soon as he saw Abbey holding the money, he remembered that he had withdrawn it from his bank earlier in the day, and that he had left it in his pocket.

“Oh, Abbey, thanks for taking my money out of the pocket before you washed my shorts” he said, holding out his hand for her to give him the money.

Abbey had no choice but to hand over the money that she had hoped to steal.

Joe took it and then went back to the living room without counting it.

Abbey stood frozen with fear, unable to believe that Joe would not realize what she had done. She was correct. Joe came back into the kitchen almost immediately.

“Abbey, where is the rest of the money?” he asked.

Abbey’s eyes darted to the washing machine, and Joe understood that his money was now in danger of being “laundered.”

“Abbey!” he shouted. “What have you done?”

With that, he walked swiftly to the washing machine and switched it off.

After a few minutes, when he was able to open the door of the machine, he reached in and took out his shorts. Ignoring the water that was dripping all over the floor, he searched the pockets and found the damp money that remained.

Abbey did not know what to do, say or where to look.

Joe stood gazing sternly at Abbey whose face was now scarlet with shame at her scheme having been discovered.

“What were you trying to do? Did you think you would get away with stealing my money?” Joe asked angrily.

Abbey was too ashamed to answer, but just stood meekly with her head bowed.

Joe did not ask Abbey any more questions, but instead he left the kitchen and went into the living room.

Slowly, Abbey realized that Joe had not ordered her to leave his apartment, and that perhaps he would not make her homeless in spite of what she had done. However, she knew that she had to apologize to the man who had been so kind to her and who had helped her by allowing her to live rent free and to save most of her salary. She knew that she had to apologize and try to make Joe believe how sorry she was about trying to steal his money.

So, taking a deep breath, she opened the kitchen door and went into the living room. Joe was sitting on the sofa and watching some basketball on TV as if nothing had happened. Slowly, Abbey crossed the room and spoke to him hesitantly.

“Joe” she said in a low voice.

“Mnmm?” he queried almost as if nothing had happened.

“Joe, I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking...” Abbey’s voice trailed off as Joe continued to stare at the TV.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m not mad at you” Joe replied.

Then he pointed to the floor beside where he was sitting, and Abbey gratefully sat at his feet. She started to rub his legs as she usually did, but this time she had a sudden thought about how she could show Joe how sorry she was about her behaviour.

She bent down awkwardly and kissed Joe’s bare foot.

Then she looked up and said, “I’m sorry, really sorry. Let me show you how sorry I am.”

And as an act of penance, she bent down again and kissed his other foot. Now Abbey realized that she was actually living part of her fantasy even though Joe had not ordered her to kiss his feet. Nevertheless, she felt hot at the dirty act that she was doing. Joe said nothing, but he stretched his legs out, showing the soles of his feet, and Abbey saw this as a sign that he wanted her to kiss them. She did that and then she started to lick his feet thoroughly, intent on cleaning them completely.

As she did this, Joe reached his hand to rest on Abbey’s head and stroked her hair. Not a word was said by either of them as Abbey worked diligently on her self-appointed task of cleaning Joe’s feet. As Joe did not protest, Abbey decided that she would make sure that there was no dirt between his toes, and she poked her tongue delicately into the tight spaces between each pair of toes. Joe sighed, and Abbey’s heart beat faster when she realized that he was letting her know that she was pleasing him.

The pair sat like this, with Abbey continuing to lick Joe’s feet and occasionally sucking his toes, until Joe grunted and patted Abbey’s head.

“That’s enough girl” he said finally.

And Abbey reluctantly stopped. However, she was happy that she had partially fulfilled one of her fantasies, and she believed that she would have the opportunity to repeat what had just happened in the future.

What Abbey did not think about was to ask Joe why he had forgiven her, and how he wanted to punish her.

The answer that Joe would have given her if she had asked was that he had always wondered what it would be like to find a woman who he could treat as a slave, and he realized that he had power over Abbey because of her clumsy attempt to steal his money, so he did not see any reason to throw her out of his apartment.

Instead, now that Abbey had shown him her submissive side by licking and kissing his feet, his mind began to consider what else he could make this young woman do.

Because underneath his veneer of respectability, Joe was a pervert, with dark desires of his own.

The future was beginning to look interesting for both of them.

Chapter 4

That night, Abbey did not sleep well. The events of the day kept running through her mind, and especially Joe’s reaction to her attempted theft, and her subsequent act of atonement by licking his feet. This last recollection was what excited Abbey most, as she wallowed in the feelings of humiliation, degradation and worthlessness that her actions had aroused.

Abbey knew that she needed to keep Joe happy so that he would not throw her out of his apartment. She needed money for her family, but losing her place to live would cause misery to her nieces as well as to herself. Abbey determined that she would do anything in order for that not to happen.

She was unsure how Joe would treat her when she saw him in the morning, but what she did not anticipate was his greeting to her when they met in the living room.

“Tell me, Abbey” said Joe. “Why did you try to steal my money? Why did you not ask me for it? And why do you need it?”

Abbey was embarrassed on hearing Joe’s questions, but she was even more embarrassed at Joe’s gentle tone when he asked his questions.

“I..I...that is...it’s my nieces...” Abbey could not continue, and she covered her face with her hands.

As she stood shielding her sad face from Joe’s gaze, she suddenly felt him patting her shoulder while he spoke softly to her.

“It’s ok, just tell me the truth” he said quietly.

Abbey could hardly believe that Joe was treating her so nicely after what she had tried to do. But his manner and his obvious wish to know the circumstances behind her attempted crime gave her courage to tell him about her troubles. So, she removed her hands from her face and started to tell Joe what lay behind her wrongful act.

Finally, she finished explaining why she had done what Joe had discovered, and she waited for his judgment. But instead of judgment or punishment, Joe took Abbey’s right hand with his left hand, and reaching into his pocket with his free hand, he laid a large number of dollar bills on the palm of her open right hand.

“You really should have asked me” he said. “But now you can use this money to help your family.”

Abbey could not believe what Joe had just said. She was sure that he would snatch the money away to punish her, but he did not. He just closed her hand around the money and turned away.

Abbey was overcome with emotion, and she burst into tears at Joe’s generous act. The man she had tried to rob was willing to help her and her family who he did not even know.

Joe half turned around at the sound of Abbey crying, and reassured her that everything was all right between them. Then he turned back as if he was going to leave the room.

Abbey was so grateful at hearing Joe’s kind words, and at his extremely generous treatment of her that she sank to her knees and, clutching his legs, she buried her face against the back of his shorts.

That was when she received a huge blast of fetid air in her nose as Joe let loose one of his enormous and malodorous farts.

That fart was yet another sign of what was in store for Abbey, if only she could see the future. For Joe had plans for her, plans that were twisted and perverted, and that would see her sink lower and lower into the depths of depravity, humiliation and servitude.

But all that was in the future.

Abbey’s immediate concern was to send the money to her sister-in-law and also to make sure that she was not late for work. So, she apologized to Joe yet again and rose to her feet. Then she quickly went to her room and started to dress for work.

The uniform for servers at Chow King was a red polo shirt and grey pants. Abbey dressed quickly and as she left the apartment, she looked for Joe, but he was not in the living room, so she let herself out and walked quickly to work. There, she was soon immersed in the routine of the day, and she almost forgot about what had happened the night before and that morning. Almost, but not quite.

Joe came in as usual at about 9 am and joined his group of expat friends. Abbey went to ask him for his order and he gave it without any indication that something out of the ordinary had occurred between the two of them. Joe and his friends sat eating, drinking coffee and chatting for about an hour and then they all left. Abbey gratefully pocketed the tip that they left.

The morning continued as usual for Abbey, and when her shift ended at 6 pm, she rushed to the nearest Western Union office and sent money to her sister-in-law, although she kept $20 for herself. Then she made her way home to the apartment she shared with Joe.

The apartment was quiet when she opened the door, without the usual sound of the tv which led Abbey to think that Joe was not at home. She needed a shower after her long day at work and also after rushing through the sticky heat of the streets of Makati.

In her bedroom, she quickly stripped off her uniform and stepped out to go to the shower. As she assumed that Joe was not at home, she was wearing only her bra and panties to go to the bathroom. However, when she walked into the living room which she had to enter to get to the bathroom she was startled to see Joe coming out of his bedroom.

It was too late for her to go back, so she modestly crossed her arms across her boobs and tried to appear as if there was nothing unusual about the way she was dressed. Joe simply glanced at her casually as she walked to the bathroom. Abbey sighed with relief as she reached the bathroom door, but that is when she heard Joe speak.

Chapter 6

Abbey continued to work at her job in Chowking, and Joe continued to meet his foreign friends there for breakfast on most days. Abbey’s co-workers knew that the table where these foreigners sat was strictly off-limits to all but Abbey to serve. They were jealous of the fact that she had monopolized this group because foreigners often gave big tips, but Abbey assured them that she would share any tips that she received. This mollified her colleagues, especially when they saw that she was true to her word, and that she always emptied her pockets in front of them in their locker room when they took their break in order to show them how much she had earned in tips. Abbey knew how jealous Filipinos could be, so she wanted to make sure that there were no problems at work. She just wanted to serve her Master Joe and his friends to the best of her ability.

That opportunity came sooner than she expected.

As Abbey was sitting in her accustomed place at Joe’s feet and as she was intent on her self-appointed task of making sure that his feet were clean by licking them, Joe spoke.

“I am thinking of inviting a few of my friends to visit at the weekend. And I want you to serve them with drinks and food.”

Abbey nodded in agreement. She was willing to do anything to please her Master.

“And I want you to continue to dress like this when they are here” Joe said.

Abbey gulped in surprise because she had not imagined that Joe would want anyone else to see how he treated her at home. She was now completely comfortable wearing only bra and panties when she was home with Joe, but she had never thought that some strangers might see her dressed like this.

In fact, she was sure that the people Joe wanted to invite were some of his foreigner friends from his regular breakfasts, and the thought of serving them half-naked instead of wearing her work uniform made Abbey feel embarrassed and at the same time excited.

However, she could not refuse any order from Joe, so she smiled weakly and told him that she would do anything he asked.

Joe smiled contentedly on hearing this, as he knew that Abbey was now fully under his control. He had already made his plans for the forthcoming evening, and now he knew that he would be able to bring them to fruition.

And those plans involved humiliating and degrading Abbey publicly.

Although Abbey had started to forget about what Joe had told her about inviting his friends because he had not mentioned it again for a few days, Joe had not forgotten. He knew that Abbey would be anxious about what she would have to do when his friends came to visit, and that she would be embarrassed because of how he would insist she had to dress, but that was part of his plan to break her.

When Joe was younger, he had been quite wild during his college years. Nobody could have guessed it after he began working as an accountant, and especially after he climbed the corporate ladder to end up in the job he had recently retired from. However, now that he was retired, Joe could begin to indulge in all his repressed desires, especially that he was now living in a country where many women were desperate for the dollars that expatriates like Joe brought with them.

Joe took his time preparing for the night when he would show the world that Abbey was his submissive slave, willing and available to obey any command no matter how degrading or abnormal. First, he had to make sure that he could find the right costume for Abbey to wear. In fact, Joe had a wish to see her dressed as he imagined a slave girl or concubine in an Eastern harem might have dressed in order to win the favor of the Sultan. Searching online, Joe found a website selling a bra and thong that embodied his fantasy vision of Abbey as a slave girl.

Actually, the words ‘bra’ and ‘thong’ were not adequate to describe what the website demonstrated, but this was what Joe decided that Abbey would wear when she was serving his guests drinks and snacks.

Now, Joe just had to let his group of friends know that he was going to invite them all to an evening of ‘adult’ entertainment. Naturally, he made sure to bring up the subject of a

‘adult’ entertainment in the Philippines when he and his friends met for breakfast in the ChowKing as usual. But first, he waited until Abbey was busy setting plates of food on the table before asking casually “Abbey, where can we find a good girlie bar around here?”

Abbey was shocked and embarrassed to be asked such a question in front of all these foreign men. She was not shocked at the question, but at the fact that Joe had asked her in public and with all his foreign friends listening and waiting for her to reply.

“Ah...I mean….ah...sorry...I ah” Abbey stammered.

“Come on Abbey” said Joe. “Don’t be shy. Tell us where we can find a bar that has lots of pretty women who are anxious to help a guy to have a good time.”

Abbey blushed, and shook her head as if she did not know the answer. Of course, she knew exactly where such bars could be found, but she did not want to let these foreign men know that she knew. So, she retreated from the table and left the men to their discussion, although she was curious to know why Joe had suddenly asked her this question in public instead of in the privacy of his apartment.

Joe’s plan had worked, as soon the group began to describe different bars where women would be willing to spend time with a man in exchange for buying her overpriced ‘lady drinks’ and perhaps be available for some adult fun outside the bar.

After there had been several suggestions about which bar had the best selection of women, and which offered the best value for money, Joe asked which bars offered any unusual services.

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