The Hotel Transform Stories

The Hotel Part Three
By Deborah Ford
Part III
1
By the end of the afternoon I was totally exhausted. My head was
spinning and my feet and ankles ached from being in heels all
day.

Cherry and I had yet another salad sandwich(!) along with a
banana as a substitute for a meal. I was too exhausted to eat
but Cherry was clearly very excited. Her eyes were wide, she
fidgeted continuously. She was looking forward to going out with
a man tonight. I hated the idea. What if he touched me? He had
admired my thighs so much I wondered if her would try to touch
them. A thought that left me half disgusted and half proud. I
smiled and rubbed my stockinged legs together at the thought of
anyone admiring my thighs. I felt the usual tension in my cock
and the inevitable, unmitigated restraint.

Cherry dragged me back to our room where we had to sign our
roster pinned to the wall. I noted that it now had my date typed
in to the evening:

1900 hours Wardrobe room.
2000 hours meet Mister Deacon outside Wardrobe
for evening out. Must return by midnight.

It went on to give the times for the first class at school
tomorrow morning and the necessary uniform to be worn. As if I
could have forgotten!

Cherry’s was identical save the initials. I stared at my date’s
initials open mouthed. Mister Deacon. It was the first hint of
his name. The name of a man who had taken a fancy to me when he
had first seen me parading around that dreadful first room. The
man who had pursued me in to having this date with him tonight.

Cherry took my hand and gleefully led me back down the corridor.
“Quickly. This is the best part about being here,” she giggled.

The Wardrobe Room was a Department Store! That is the only way
to describe it. A large room with racks and shelves full of
neatly displayed women’s clothes. From the basic pair of
knickers to the fullest of coats. I stared in wonderment feeling
my groin respond. I found my breathing growing rapid. This was
so exciting. How I had always wanted to venture about such a
heaven.

The lingerie section had two maids, dressed only in their
corsets, holding up sexy baby doll nighties. There were three
maids, again only in their corsets trying on dresses near an
array of mirrors.

I had reached Paradise.

One rack had those stunning long cocktail dresses. I couldn’t
wait to try one on. I am sure that Mister Deacon would
appreciate that. Though why I should care what he thought was
beyond me.

“Names!”

I jumped. Cherry recovered first with a bob: “Cherry, Miss
Tiger.”

Miss Tiger was a tautly muscled woman in her mid twenties, with
short cropped black hair and well defined cheek bones. Her eyes
sparkled like diamonds. She was very intimidating.

I curtseyed, “Debbie, Miss Tiger.”

She glared at us contemptuously and I noticed that Cherry was
trying to hide her smile. She was going to get into trouble if
she was not careful.

Miss Tiger tutted and looked back at her sheets. It was awful
being treated like little school girls! How would Miss Tiger
like it if I patronized her like that!

“Cherry, your date wants you in short skirt, black stockings,
blouse, high heels. Men are full of imagination aren’t they!”

Cherry giggled and bobbed a smart “yes Miss Tiger.”

“Bra and knickers of your choice it says here. So you have carte
blanche slut. Don’t take all day!”

“No Miss Tiger,” and Cherry shot into the room giggling with the
other maids who were busy with their clothes.

I could not wait. I had always wanted to wear a sexy evening
dress.

“Debbie,” she mused running her finger down her list. For a
dreadful moment I thought my name might not be there and that I
would be sent back to my room. “Ah yes. He wants you in a short
white dress and,” she tutted at this, “black, thigh length
boots”.

Uh! I looked longingly at the evening dresses only feet away
from me.

“Thigh length boots on a slut!” Miss Tiger spat angrily.
“Mistresses should wear those. They are wasted on tramps like
you.”

“Yes Miss Tiger,” I bobbed. I was curious. Thigh length boots
always looked very seductive on girls in photographs but I had
never seen anyone in the real world wear them.

“Black boots, white dress. Typical man. Hasn’t a clue what goes
with what. Oh look at this lacy black knickers,” she looked up
at me with her strong brilliant brown eyes, “black knickers
under a white dress! Men shouldn’t be allowed to chose clothes!”

“No, Miss Tiger,” I bobbed.

“Black stockings, should be tights with a short dress,” she
muttered. “Right, I know you are new here and that you are still
in school but I won’t tolerate any nonsense from you.
Understand?”

I bobbed a ‘yes Miss Tiger’.

“Make sure the dress comes down over the top of your stockings.”

Yet another bob.

“Run along and enjoy yourself,” she commanded dismissively just
as two more giggling maids entered.

I heard Miss Tiger bark, ‘names’ at them as I raced towards
where Cherry was laying our a short leather skirt next to a
flimsy white blouse. She was studying them intently.

“What do you think?” She asked me.

I shrugged. “Very nice. Short leather skirts are always
attractive”.

“Do you think he’ll like it?”

How should I know! “Most men would,” I said and that seemed to
settle her mind. She nodded and took the garments to the mirror.

The dresses were divided up into many different racks. It took
me about ten minutes to find a few different white dresses. I
had never in my life been able to choose a dress before. I
always worn what ever Linda had in her wardrobe that fitted me.
Here I was left to my own devices.

I laid three dresses on a table and stared at them. My heart was
in my mouth. I could not wait to try them on. But which one
would be best?

Thankfully Cherry bounced up to me in her short skirt. She was
beaming from ear to ear. “What do you think?”

I was surprised. After the dowdy maids outfits I must say that
she looked very attractive. She twirled around on her heels.

“Wonderful,” I declared truthfully, “but Cherry which dress
should I wear?” I asked

She lifted up the one closest to her and hung it back up. “Too
short dear. Fine if you are being taken out without stockings,
but with stockings it would look too tarty. She analysed the two
remaining dresses.

I was so grateful.

She lifted each of them up to my body. “This one,” she declared
confidently. “He’ll love you to bits in this one.”

The one she had chosen was sleeveless and dipped down at the
front, it was body hugging all the way down to the thighs. Or
rather corset hugging I should say!

I was in ecstasy as I held the dress to myself. My cock engorged
immediately only to be beaten back by its metal container. I was
desperate for relief.

The boots were an easier choice. There were only a few thigh
length boots in my size. Two of them were those that were very
wide at the top like pirates boots. I didn’t like those. So I
took the pair with the tighter top part thinking that Mister
Deacon would prefer me in those.

I kept my underwear, stockings, bra, corset from the maid’s
outfit. After all he wanted black. But I found a really pretty
pair of black lacy panties to go with my out fit. Damn I needed
so desperately to cum.

I was in heaven and hell at the same time.

Once I was dressed I joined Cherry at the make up bar, where we
sat on stools fixing our faces.

Now thigh length boots may look very sexy but let me assure you
that they make you feel awkward. Every step makes you aware of
the leather just beneath the hem of your skirt.

Miss Tiger scrutinized us all before we left the Wardrobe room.
She sent one girl back to change into a longer skirt. “He asked
for a pencil knee length!” She barked. “You exhibitionist little
slut!”

“The rest can go and make sure you are back here by midnight.
One swat of the cane for every minute you are late!”

“Yes Miss Tiger,” we curtseyed before filing out of the door.

The men waiting outside the room greeted us with embarrassing
but very welcoming whoops. I tried to hide behind the other
girls.

My heart sank as initially I could not see Mister Deacon.
Suddenly I felt a hand grip my bare arm. For a dreadful moment
I thought Miss Tiger was going to haul me back into the Wardrobe
room.

“Hi gorgeous.” He had that big cheeky grin of his and I felt my
knees go weak.

Here I was dressed as sexily as possible for a man. Under his
exact instructions. I was dressed exactly as he wanted me. My
cheeks burned and my knee girlishly fell in front of the other
leg as if I were trying to make myself smaller.

“You look stunning!”

My cheeks were now on fire. I curtseyed a “thank you sir.”

“You can ease off the curtseys for tonight. Leave that to the
maids on duty!”

“Oh thank you sir,” I bobbed and then giggled at my silliness.
“Sorry sir,” I bobbed again. What was wrong with me! He laughed
loudly at my foolishness and I felt so stupid. Why could I not
stop curtseying?

“And forget the sir business tonight, you can call me Mister
Deacon.”

“Oh thank you sir.” Shit I bobbed. I felt so pleased that he
allowed me to use his surname that I was desperate to curtsey a
thank you.

“Come on Debbie, you hungry?”

Was I hungry!!!! “Yes Sir,” I bobbed and trotted alongside him,
his hand still on my arm guiding me.

He moved so quickly that I had to march in double quick time to
keep up with him.

I must say my head was in the clouds. I felt so feminine and
helpless. So girly.

We took the lift up to the main floor with the other couples. It
was at this point that I saw that some of us maids, easily
recognized because of our hair, light make up and general
simpering, were attached to women as much as men. I wondered if
the women were wives or guests.

I felt so ignorant and stupid. The so-called adults seemed to
know exactly what was going on and could talk when they wanted,
go where ever they wished and do what ever they wished to do.

I could not even ask questions.

The lift doors opened onto the main Hotel lobby. Maids shuttled
back and fore carrying drinks on trays or else simply rushing to
where ever they had been commanded.

“This is your first time out isn’t it?” Mister Deacon suddenly
asked me.

“Yes sir,” I bobbed automatically and then blushed at my
stupidity. I must stop curtseying, he is going to think that I
am a real air-head.

But I did notice that the other girls also bobbed automatically
to their partners as they spoke. Were we all so conditioned to
be so subservient? Worse, had my conditioning already set in
after a couple of days.

He led me to the restaurant where Miss Jaguar stood at the door.
Couples were asked their name and the dominant one would reply.
A waiting maid would be told to take them to their table.

Suddenly I felt relaxed. I didn’t have to say or do anything. It
was all being done for me by my date. He was looking after me,
he made the arrangements, and I did not have to think about
anything! It felt quite nice and cosy and I smiled up at him. He
grinned back broadly at me and I my knees weakened.

My state of bliss was abruptly shaken.

The bar for the hotel lay near the restaurant. There perched on
the edge of a stool was Linda my wife. She was laughing and I
thought a little drunk, which was most unlike her. She wore a
short dress with a scooped neckline revealing her boobs every
time she leaned forwards to … to … that horrible Italian
looking man who had led her into The Hotel on that fateful first
day. I was livid. What was she doing out gallivanting with him!
Had she forgotten what was in the video!! Did she not realize
that he would now think that she was ready for sex with him!

I was furious with her for being so gullible and foolish.

Before I realized what I was doing I was wiggling with my short,
high heeled steps across the bar until I was right next to them.

The Latin looking man was saying something about the view from
his room at midnight. He even had a corny Italian accent. I was
going to put a stop to this!

“Linda!” I declared.

Shocked she turned to face me, eyes wide, drink frozen at her
lips. She stared quizzically at me.

Then I realized that she did not recognize me dressed and made
up as I was.

“Who is this!” snapped her man.

I felt an arm tighten around my waist.

“Hey gorgeous what is happening?” I looked up at Mister Deacon
and for a bizarre idiotic moment I thought of telling him what
was happening so that he could sort it out for me. How crazy was
I getting? My thoughts were all jumbled up. Coming out all
wrong.

“This slut,” the Italian spat in my direction, “is spoiling my
evening!”

“Everything’s cool,” Mister Deacon announced calmly, “come on.”
He made to pull me away.

Linda’s mouth fell open as she realized who I was. She put her
hand up to her mouth as she started to giggle. “No Paulo,” she
put a hand on his arm, “don’t worry. Its all right.” She giggled
and then asked me in mock seriousness, “having fun darling?”

Having fun! Caned, beaten, forced to do humiliating chores,
seeing my wife with another man. Worse my wife enjoying herself
with another man. Having fun!

“Well,” I began, about to put her straight when Mister Deacon
tightened his grip on my arm.

“The night is young. Fun later. We’ll see you around,”

He pulled me away and I staggered backwards on my heels.

Paulo straightened himself up. He was so, so tall! Maybe 6 foot
three. “You take her back down to maids quarters where the slut
belongs.”

Mister Deacon laughed good-naturedly as if Paulo had made a
really good joke. “I will, but after we eat, come on babe,” he
said to me.

Linda laughed. “Babe!” She repeated.

I glared at Paulo to let him know how angry I was with him and
that he had better ease off his attentions on my wife. For his
part he seemed to suddenly grow calm and masterful. easily out
staring me. He turned to Mister Deacon and asked:

“Are you in charge of her tonight?”

In charge! How could he say such things in front of my lovely
wife? Oh I felt like crying.

Mister Deacon was still cool as a cucumber. “Everything’s cool.
Just a mistake.”

“I want her punished. 6 strikes with the cane on her fat
insolent arse,” Paulo smirked sadistically.

Mister Deacon nodded. “Sounds reasonable,” he agreed.

“Six is a bit much isn’t it?” a shocked Linda asked.

“Not for a slut like that,” Paulo announced to everyone in the
room.

Oh God. I just wanted to get out of that bar and into the
restaurant.

“Or do you want me to do it for you?” Paulo asked nastily.

“You’ve made your point,” Mister Deacon said protectively. “And
now we are leaving. Good night.”

Mister Deacon dragged me outside the bar, back into the main
lobby. I was so furious with what had taken place. But I knew I
had to thank Mister Deacon for his help in getting me out.

I stopped and looked up at him with a smile. “Thank you sir for
rescuing me.” I was about to add that I was disappointed that he
let Paulo get away with demanding six canings on my ‘fat arse’
as he had put it when Mister Deacon angrily jerked me through
the lobby passed the queues of people for the restaurant.

He was furious. What had he to be so upset about? I was the one
with a man trying to steal my unsuspecting wife. A man who had
humiliated me in front of everyone in the bar.

He hauled me out through the revolving doors and into the cool
evening air.

He held my arm and squeezed it painfully. He looked about us
making sure we were alone. A car swept away down the drive and
towards the forest and the real world that now seemed like
another planet. Other than that we were quite alone. A heard a
motorbike echo away in the distance.

“What is the matter?”

He took hold of my other arm and shook me like I was a doll. I
clattered about on my heels in shock. Why was he being horrible
to me?

“Do you realize what you have just done!”

I looked formlessly at him.

“He could file a report and then I would have to answer for not
keeping a Maid Under Control. That’s a serious offence here! I
could be banned from The Hotel for two weeks!”

What was he talking about? Maid Under Control. Banned?

“I take you out to feed you and this is the thanks that I get!”

“I am sorry sir,” I bobbed more out of bewilderment than sorrow.
What has happening here? Yet again I was a little girl lost in
world I could not understand.

“We are going straight back to my room for those canings and
then I will decide whether to take you back to The Wardrobe and
drop you off or bring you back to the restaurant!”

With that he dragged me back inside the lobby. I could see Linda
and Paulo looking at me with mutual amusement. They must have
seen me getting told off through the glass doors of the hotel.
Paulo was obviously very pleased with himself. For her part
Linda Looked away from me and back up at Paulo with hero worship
in her eyes.

By the time we reached his room on the second floor I was as
frightened as a rabbit.

He was so angry. He kept telling me how it would spoil
everything for him. He had been called in by Miss Steel to
design a new extension and the project was worth a fortune to
his company. Now he could be banned from even being in the
Hotel.

He said he going to fix me good and proper.

Once in his room which was large and sumptuous he shouted at me
to “stay there!” near the door.

He rummaged around in the wardrobe and took out a long cane. Oh
dear, I hated the cane.

“Please sir, I am so sorry sir. Please it won’t happen again!”

“You bet it won’t, little missy! Bend over that chair and be
smart about it.”

“Oh yes sir,” I bobbed bending over a straight back chair. I
would demonstrate my obedience to him and that might impress him
and weigh in my favour.

“You sluts don’t appreciate anything, do you!”

“Please sir I am so, so, sorry. I don’t know what came over me.
I promise I’ll be good.” I squealed lamely draped over the back
of the hard backed chair.

My lovely lacy panties were pulled down to my ankles, the hem
of my white dress hauled up over my bottom cheeks.

How had I ruined such a wonderful evening?

“It’s a shame I can only give you six per offence! Don’t you
dare try to stand or cover your arse or else that will be a
second offence and a further six!”

“Yes sir, of course sir.” Ludicrously I tried to bob a curtsey
whilst I was bent over the chair.

Mister Deacon was strong and precise. Each whack stinging a
fresh area of my bottom.

I was soon crying. Crying from the pain, crying from the
humiliation, crying because of my own foolishness and crying
because I had upset the one person who had been nice to me.

“Stand!”

I did so sharply. “Yes sir.” Tears trickled down my cheeks.

“Right are you going to be good or shall I take you back down
stairs?”

“I’ll be good sir, I promise.” If ever a promise was so honestly
given it was mine. I looked at him pleadingly.

He nodded, drew in a breath and dropped the cane on to the bed.
He stepped forwards and took me into his strong arms.

Ooooh!

My arms went up around his solid shoulders and neck and I pushed
my damp face into his shirt.

His hands settled on the small of my back. I could feel their
heat through the sheer fabric of my short dress.

He lifted up my chin and smiled sweetly at me. My legs were
jelly. I was sure that if I did not hold him I would simply
crash to the floor in a mushy heap.

He kissed my nose. “Good girl. Just got a bit carried away in
the bar didn’t you,” he whispered softly.

“Yes sir, sorry sir.”

He patted my bottom. “All in the past. Come on. We’ll find them
and you can apologize to them and the matter will be closed.”

What! I looked up at him horrified. “Apologies sir?”

Mister Deacon’s smile fell into a frown. “Yes girl. You may have
spoiled his opportunity with that woman. He has paid a great
deal of money and is not going to be very happy with you!”

“But, but ” I was left stammering. I could not think what to
say. “Please sir…”

“Listen,” he said firmly, “he may well report you and then you
will be in trouble and I will be in trouble. We are supposed to
be able to handle you girls, especially a school girl like you!”

A school girl like me! Now he had made me angry.

He saw my face and nodded. “Up to you girl. I can take you back
to the maids quarters and leave you to your fate. I’ll probably
have to leave in the morning. Or else we can try to make amends
with him and carry on.”

This was outrageous. But I certainly did not want to go back
downstairs and sit in my room with that dildo up my arse all
night waiting to be punished by the spiteful Miss Jaguar.

“All right,” I said.

“Good girl.”

Minutes later we were back in the bar. They were at the same
spot and Paulo saw us first.

I had remade my face but I knew my red eyes gave away the fact
that I had been crying.

Linda gave me a good look up and down.

“Debbie, here, has something to say, don’t you Debbie?” Mister
Deacon edged me to centre stage before my wife and her suitor.

I nodded looking down at the floor.

After a moment Mister Deacon said, “go on then.”

I swallowed hard and felt my cheeks burn as hot as my bottom
cheeks. “Please sir,” I said to Paulo, “I am sorry that I
spoiled your night out and it won’t happen again.”

They all fell silent and I stole a glance up to Paulo to see if
my apology had been accepted. He grinned wickedly at me.

“Did the canning hurt little Debbie?” he asked.

“Yes sir, it hurt,” I said with a little bob. I was drowning in
shame.

Paulo thought for a moment and then shrugged his shoulders. “Ok
the matter is closed.”

I felt so relieved.

Mister Deacon said thank you and shook his hand.

Paulo added, “of course she still has to reach The Point. I can
bide my time.”

Mister Deacon, sighed with impatience. “She has apologized.”

“And she has been caned,” Paulo declared, “but she also referred
to my date by her Christian name.”

I gasped. I had forgotten that.

“I’ll spank her later,” Mister Deacon said grabbing my arm to
move me away.

“You can,” Paulo said, “but I’ll wait until she reaches the
Point. I’ll sort her out properly then.”

There was that reference to The Point again. What were they all
talking about?

I was led away not daring to look back at them as I felt so
shamed by the experience.

Miss Jaguar met us at the entrance to the restaurant and
personally led us to a table.

“Having problems with a school girl Mister Deacon?”

I felt so sorry for Mister Deacon. Why should she have a go at
him because I was naughty?

“Nothing that can not be handled, thank you Miss Jaguar,” he
said smartly.

I smiled: that told her!

She indicated a table to us. “Well if you do have trouble
controlling a little virgin, school girl please call for
assistance,” smirked Miss Jaguar.

I wanted to tell her how firm Mister Deacon had been. How he had
marched out of the bar for a good telling off before taking me
to his room to punish me.

Mister Deacon smiled coolly, totally unfazed. “I shall bear that
in mind Miss Jaguar. And to return the compliment when you
cannot provide your girls with something that I can offer then
perhaps you would care to call on my assistance.”

Miss Jaguar fumed and I giggled.

My giggling was cut short by an icy stare from Miss Jaguar. “I
shall see you later young lady.”

Oh dear!

Mister Deacon leaned across and patted my hand. “Don’t worry
Debbie she can only punish you for something that you have done
wrong. So just behave yourself from now on.”

I smiled and thanked him.

A maid brought us a menu. I say brought us but rather she
brought Mister Deacon a menu and ignored me as if I were
invisible. I decided not to say anything and hoped that Miss
Jaguar would see her insolence and deal with her.

He ordered for the both of us. He had steak and I, I expect you
have already guessed, had a salad. He ordered red wine without
even asking me what I wanted.

I looked about the restaurant. There was a mixture of adults,
staff and maids. Some maids were on duty, others of us fortunate
to be on a night out with both men and women. I had the odd
notion that some were being taken out by the wives and
girlfriends they had brought to the Hotel.

Some of the wives were here with their foreign hunks. How
shameless some behaved in the manner in which they flirted and
laughed with their companions.

Mister Deacon was really very nice and witty. He made me laugh
a lot and kept telling me how stunning I looked.

I stupidly brought the conversation to a halt when I asked him
“what the Point was.”

He looked uncomfortably away and told me to ask my teacher.

An odd answer I thought. Then he brightened up and leaned
closely to me. I leaned forwards towards him. He whispered: “but
after you have passed The Point then I can unlock your little
clitty down below.”

He sat back leaving me stunned.

“Well, sir, I mean Mister Deacon. I want to pass the Point right
now.”

Mister deacon smiled indulgently. “I suspect you are not ready
yet. You’ll have to wait,” then he grinned that lovely cheeky
grin, “we shall both have to wait.”

Not for me. I would ask my teacher the very next day and then
get past the Point. I was desperate to be allowed to cum.

Only his glass was filled with wine but every so often he would
offer the glass to me and I would sip from it as he tipped it
forwards to my lips.

I did not ask to pick up his glass myself and he did not offer.

He was also kind enough to feed me some of his steak which
tasted unbelievably divine. It was the first real food I had
eaten in two days.

I thanked him profusely for looking after me so much and being
so nice to me.

He just smiled.

Now the one problem was that I felt so hot. Not hot in the sense
that the room was hot. My dress was too strappy and flimsy for
that. Hot in the sense that I was desperate to cum. My poor cock
was now fixed as big as its metal confines allowed it to grow.

The consequence was that I felt light headed, as if I had been
out in the sun for too long. Miss Steel had told us that all the
Adults here had a key. That meant that the nice Mister Deacon
opposite would have a key. Somewhere the logic continued that I
needed to please Mister Deacon for him to release me. The fact
that I had already been told that I had to pass The Point before
he could release me did not affect my odd reasoning at all.

My bottom now felt sore but curiously warm and pleasant. Like
after a nice hot bath.

I offer this as an explanation for what can only be described as
my brazen behaviour. I offered him a good look at my breasts
when
ever I leaned forwards, I caught his eye coyly before looking
away. I was desperate to stand up and show off the thighs he
admired so much. I would do anything to get this damned chastity
belt thing off me and get some release.

After the meal we went for a walk on the balcony and this is
where the most shameful episode occurred. More humiliating than
anything that had happened before. I will relate it as evenly
and honestly as I can so that you can understand my actions and
not think of me as a complete whore.

The balcony was made from heavy decking and ran around two sides
of the Hotel offering wonderful panoramic views over the
woodlands and mountains in the evening. It was very romantic.
Any girl would have felt the same. I mean any boy dressed as a
girl with a man like this. I am sure you understand.

He had his arm around me and I was leaning into him for warmth
in the coolness of the night. Remember I had on a short strappy
dress. My shoulders were largely bare and my arms were totally
naked.

I was dressed in heels, stockings, corset the most exquisite
pair of panties, wonderful dress and thigh length boots I had
only seen in photographs before.

Added to that was the fact that I had not cum for days. I was
used to masturbating two or three times a day so I was totally
on edge.

My breath was short and my eyes refused to remain open.

We walked down the balcony, passed kissing couples, mostly wives
out with their new found lovers. I was too wrapped up in my own
sexual hunger to feel anything about them.

It happened as we turned the corner into some shadows. I totally
lost it.

I threw myself at him as if he were food. Kissing and grasping
at his shirt. My heart was pounding and my mind racing in
circles. I needed only one thing. Total release.

From far away I could hear him laughing and saying “Debbie,
Debbie, get a grip ”

But I could feel how hard it made him. I had made him hard and
that made me feel so good. So successful. My hungry mouth
goldfished at his until he gripped me tightly and spoke firmly:
“I do the kissing Debbie”.

“Yes sir,” I replied dreamily.

And he kissed me. So gently. His tongue just inside my lips. I
wanted to suck him in to my mouth. I tried with all my effort to
control myself but I was too far gone. I gripped him tightly
around the neck I thought I might strangle him. “Please let me
cum, oh please, please. I’ll do anything. Anything!”

He kissed me hard and then squeezed me tight. “Oh Debbie, you
hot little slut. You know I can’t. I can do something else for
you though.”

He was just a blur, my mind was gone. “Yes sir,” I said
hoarsely.

He leaned closely to me. “I can milk you which will take away
some of the longing you feel. You won’t get any sexual
satisfaction but it will take the edge of it.”

“Yes yes,” I said hoarsely.

“Come on back to my room,” he said leading me.

Now if you think the above events cast me in a scandalous light
please understand how desperate I was in order that you may
understand what happened next.

“No here!” I demanded. “No.” I fell against the Hotel wall my
knees buckling.

I was aware of him grinning at my performance but I just did not
care any more.

“All right,” he said taking my arm and dragging my staggering
form to the balustrade and bending me over it. I looked down at
the woodlands but could not see anything except red lust.

I felt him pull my lovely knickers down my legs, over my boots
and then I stepped out of them. Instinctively I spread my legs.

He pushed a finger into my mouth. “Suck it babe.”

How I sucked. I grabbed his hand so that he could not take it
away from me and sucked and sucked. I was moaning. Moaning even
louder than when I played with the dildo in my mouth.

He snatched his wet fingers away from me and whispered for to me
to relax and bend my knees. I did so.

I felt his fingers slide into my bottom. After the dildo’s
invasion his fingers slipped in so easily. I groaned again. A
total whore.

His mouth was close to my ear. “I can only use my fingers babe.
You must remain a virgin until after The point.”

I may have nodded. But really I don’t know what I was doing. His
fingers felt so good inside me.

I pushed my arse down onto them desperate to get more. And I
moaned and moaned.

I could feel his hardness against my thigh and pushed up against
him.

Then he hit the spot.

One touch. One touch and I came like a grunting whore. My body
went rigid and then convulsed, my rectum gripping his fingers.

He was kissing my neck. This was bliss.

I came. Spraying like a hose over the insides of my naked thighs
down to my stockings. I came and I came and I came.

When it finally stopped I twirled around and collapsed into his
arms, my hands on his chest so that he could wrap his arms about
me and hold me tightly whilst I just trembled and gasped in air.

As my head cleared I looked up at his smiling face. He looked so
pleased with himself, but that made me smile too. I was glad I
had made him happy.

Here was the odd part. I still felt aroused. I had come like a
train but I still felt hot.

“I can see that you don’t understand little Debbie.”

He gave me back my knickers which I was grateful for as I had
made quite a mess inside my legs and I was till dribbling.

“Unless you have your clitty released and erect you don’t get an
orgasm. Just release.”

I let him lead me back to the Hotel, my knees still rubbery, me
still in need of an orgasm.

“I have simply milked you by rubbing your own g-spot inside
you.”

What a demeaning thing to say to someone. I wasn’t just some
farmers cow.

So he led me back to the maid quarters with my legs soaked but
with no sense of satisfaction.

Once in the lift he asked me if I was all right as I had not
said anything.

“Yes sir, Mister Deacon.”

But I don’t think I sounded very convincing.

Miss Tiger was still in the Wardrobe Room reading some lewd
Femdom magazine with pictures of cowering timid men being
beaten. She saw me enter and strode around the desk to greet us.

“Was she satisfactory?”

I stood between them, my wet knickers uncomfortable between my
legs whilst this dreadful women inquired as to my behaviour.

“She was great Miss Tiger. I am hoping to see more of her soon.”
With that he kissed me on my cheek and I turned and went back
into the wardrobe room to where I had left my maids uniform.

“Just one thing,” he said quietly. “I would like another girl
for the night please.”

“Another?” Miss Tiger shot back.

I lifted up my maid’s uniform from where I had left it and held
my breath, listening to their conversation.

“I need something to help get rid of my hard on,” he explained
as if it were the most reasonable matter in the world.

“I’ll send one up Mister Deacon.”

He thanked her and left. Tears stung my eyes. I gave him that
erection! Shouldn’t I be the one who helps relieve him? Why
didn’t he ask me to do it? Was it because I behaved like such a
silly senseless slut out on the balcony? Was it because I was so
naughty earlier on in the evening with that horrible Italian and
my lovely Linda?

“Hurry it up girl!”

“Yes Miss Tiger,” I bobbed and fled from the Wardrobe back to my
room.

Cherry arrived a bit later so I spent some of the evening on my
own before I was chained to her at the groin and neck.

She seemed very pleased with herself when all I wanted to do was
weep. That silly damned dildo in my bottom could not be
controlled no matter what any one says! I was so desperate for
relief that I hoped to ‘milk’ myself. Sadly I couldn’t. What a
frustrating life a maid lives!

2

The following day after a breakfast of Yogurt and fruit I
dressed in the school girl attire. As I pulled up the pleated
skirt I found myself wondering about Linda. How had she spent
the night? Had that horrible man won her? Then my mind moved on
to the nice Mister Deacon and what a silly air-head I had been.
My behaviour had been dreadful. I bet he would never see me
again.

However I was not allowed to indulge my self-pity for very long.
Whilst lined up as a schoolgirl just behind a ‘secretary’ Miss
Jaguar raced the length of the corridor and in front of everyone
bawled: “Miss Steel wants to see you! And see you now!”

I heard a collective intake of breath from the other maids,
school girls and secretaries as Miss Jaguar led me by my ear
down the corridor to the lifts.

Once in the lift my knees really began to knock together. Miss
Jaguar looked so smug. I thought she liked me!

When the lift stopped I hardly had time to catch my breath as I
was dragged into Miss Steel’s office.

Miss Steel was on the phone and seemed agitated. I feared the
worse. My bottom still felt sore from the previous evening. In
fact it was hard for me to remember a time when it was not sore.

“Mistress Shania will be here in half an hour and I want, do you
hear what I have said, I want two experienced maids up here!”

With that she slammed the phone down so hard that I jumped. Oh
dear, oh dear.

She looked up at me and took in my name badge before nodding to
herself.

“So Debbie,” she rose holding a cane in one hand and picking up
a letter with her free hand, “do you know what I have here?”

She stalked towards me and my legs went to jelly. I already felt
like crying.

“Do you?”

“No Miss Steel,” I quickly bobbed.

“It is a letter from a guest!”

I swallowed hard and felt my self shake.

She was now standing directly in front of me, the cane shaking
menacingly. “I gather you made a spectacle of yourself last
night.”

I wanted to throw myself at her feet and beg for forgiveness but
I was even too frightened to move.

“A man is kind enough to take you out and you show him up!”

Tears brimmed in my eyes. I was so, so sorry. Why had I behaved
so appallingly.

“Do you want men to take you out?”

“Yes mistress,” I bobbed.

“Or women Miss Steel,” Miss Jaguar got in quickly.

Miss Steel rolled her eyes, not grateful for Miss Jaguar’s
interjection.

“You were given nice clothes!”

“Yes Miss Steel.”

“And still you misbehaved!”

“Yes Miss Steel, sorry Miss Steel.” Oh please let me go, please.
If I were allowed to speak I could apologize profusely.

“So now I have a letter from a guest,” she studied it carefully,
“a Miss Johnson.”

Miss Johnson! That was my wife’s maiden name. Suddenly I felt
relieved. It was nearly all over. She had seen what dreadful
things they were doing to me and now I was about to be freed.

“Miss Johnson is worried that you are not enjoying yourself
here!”

Great. I could be free by lunch time. No more school girl
outfits, no more maids uniforms, no more beatings. Even better
the dreadful instrument of torture around my penis would be
removed. I wondered whether they would let me keep the maids
dress as a souvenir. I quite liked that.

“You are enjoying yourself girl?”

“Uhm yeoch!”

The cane bit my exposed thigh. “Oh yes Miss Steel. Thank you
Miss Steel.”

“Well Miss Johnson is waiting to hear that from your own lips!”
Miss Steel pushed the tip of the cane into my chin forcing me to
look her directly in the eyes. “And Miss Jaguar and myself are
going to listen to your every response and watch your every
movement. If we feel that you are telling lies we will sort you
out!”

“Yes Miss Steel,” I could not curtsey properly because of the
cane in my chin. I heard Miss Jaguar laugh in that dreadfully
sadistic manner of hers.

“If I hear you pretending that you are ungrateful for all our
endeavours at The Hotel then I will be forced to act.”

“A good spanking!” Miss Jaguar offered.

“Maybe,” mused Miss Steel smiling at me, “maybe. Perhaps I will
have Debbie here show Miss Johnson the tricks that she has
learned with Miss Carrington.”

I closed my eyes in horror.

“Would you like that little Debbie. To show Miss Johnson where
your brain is?”

My heart sank at that awful trick that Miss Carrington has us
perform.

Miss Steel sat on her desk and opened a box. It contained one of
the dreaded black dildos. She pulled it out and studied it
carefully. “Perhaps you can show Miss Johnson your other trick.”

“No, Miss Steel. Please Miss steel,” I did not care any more. I
threw myself on my knees before Miss Steel, my hands clenched
before my boobs. “Please, no Miss Steel. Please.” Tears formed
in my eyes.

Miss Steel put the dildo away in the box. “Well perhaps there
will be no need. Miss Johnson need never see any of your slutty
little performances.”

I sighed with relief.

She closed the lid of the box. “It is all up to you Debbie. Up
on your feet, girl. Miss Jaguar be a dear and call in Miss
Johnson.”

I rose to my feet pushing down the short pleated skirt and
drying my eyes. I was determined not to upset Miss Steel.

Miss Jaguar opened the door and my lovely wife Linda entered.
Damn! That horrible Paulo was with her. I noticed that she was
again wearing a short revealing dress. That was most unlike her.

Linda came across and stood before me peering carefully at me.
“That is you is it,” she checked my name tag, “Debbie.”

I curtseyed a “yes Miss Johnson”.

“They all look alike to me Miss Steel,” my wife said.

Miss Steel nodded. “Well of course a maid is a maid. It scarcely
matters who they are.”

Linda scrutinized me from head to foot. The school girl shoes,
white thin socks, exposed thighs, short pleated skirt, white
blouse and tie and the corset visible through the blouse. She
smiled knowingly.

It was then that I noticed the towering Paulo grinning
triumphantly. My cheeks flared bright red.

“I am sorry to take you out of school,” Linda grinned as if in
on some great joke, “but I had to know whether you are really
happy here.”

She took both my hands and held them softly. I looked at Miss
Steel who, seeing me pause, reached for the box on her desk.

“Yes Miss Johnson,” I curtseyed.

“Are you sure?”

“Oh yes Miss Johnson,” I insisted.

“Because if you weren’t I am sure that we could leave today.”

Oh if only I was allowed to speak!

“But you are happy here?”

“Yes Miss Johnson,” I bobbed.

Paulo chortled.

“I can assure you that the little minx was punished for her
outburst and has promised me that it will not happen again,”
Miss Steel added.

Linda nodded thoughtfully. I felt she was anxious to leave.

Miss Steel picked up some sheets of A4 that looked vaguely
familiar. “Perhaps you should read what Debbie herself wrote in
her class yesterday morning.”

She handed Linda my essay. Oh God! No! The essay Miss Carrington
had forced us to write to say how we wanted to stay on at The
Hotel for a month.

“It does make interesting reading,” Miss Steel said sweetly.

Linda scanned through it her eyes wide with surprise. “She wants
to stay on for another month!”

“Well the dears do get a bit carried away with their maid
duties. Of course that would be up to yourself. If you wish to
leave The Hotel and what it offers,” she nodded towards Paulo
whose sneering eyes were fixed on me, “then fine.”

Linda looked across at me. “But you want to stay for a month?”
She asked hopefully.

I swallowed. I was approaching an elephant trap and I could not
avoid it. Miss Steel reached for the black box and felt faint.
“Yes Miss Johnson.”

What else could I say? After all I could always find Linda alone
and explain the situation then. Tell her how they forced me to
write that humiliating essay.

“Oh well,” she turned helplessly to Paulo as if it were up to
him! “We had been thinking of a another few days, perhaps a
week.”

We! We had been thinking! She was now looking up at Paulo
waiting for him to make a decision. This was outrageous. She was
my wife I should be making the decisions!

“Why not stay here for another week or so,” he offered as if
magically clarifying the situation. “Then perhaps we could go
somewhere else if you wanted.”

Linda nodded with a broad smile. “Oh yes. We could go home. She
turned girlishly to Miss Steel. “Paulo says that he can build me
a nice new bathroom. I’ve waited years for that!”

Miss Steel smiled indulgently. “I am sure that Paulo is very
good with his hands Miss Johnson.”

Linda’s jaw dropped in surprise at the remark and her cheeks
reddened. For some reason she could not look at me.

“Well I am glad that is all settled,” Miss Steel announced
clapping her hands. “I am afraid that I have another appointment
straight away.” She led Linda and Paulo back to the door. I
remained standing in my school girls outfit in the middle of the
room whilst Miss Steel gushed and cooed to them. “If you have
any other worries please do not hesitate to bring them to the
attention of either myself or another member of staff.”

“Thank you Miss Steel,” Linda said gratefully.

I felt like child being left behind by its parents.

“Any plans for today Miss Johnson?”

Linda looked up at Paulo, “we were intending to go for a walk in
the grounds.”

“Splendid,” Miss Steel rejoiced.

“But Paulo and I were up late last night so we thought we might
go back to bed for a bit,” she shot me a horrified glance, as if
remembering that I was still present. “To sleep I mean. In
separate beds! I mean that’s what we did last night too.”

Miss Steel clapped her hands onto Linda’s and spoke gently, “my
dear, as you have seen the maids are enjoying themselves so
should not the guests indulge their whims too?”

Linda smiled and blushed some more.

They said their goodbyes and Linda gave me a little finger
shaking wave, “goodbye Debbie.”

I curtseyed, “Miss Johnson.”

Paulo nodded at me, “goodbye Debbie.”

I bobbed, “sir”. But inside I was fuming at him. Had he made
love to her? I bet he would have tried. Had he succeeded yet? I
was livid. I did not even know!

As soon as they had left Miss Steel waved two maids into the
room followed by a dark haired woman with a pretty face and
black hair. She wore elegant clothes and elegant high heeled
boots. There was an air of serenity and calm about her.

“Mistress Shania, how delighted to see you again,” Miss Steel
said closing the door.

“And always good to visit you here Miss Steel. I think your
maids are the most obedient and efficient I have come across.”

Miss Steel waved away the praise, “next to your maids they look
slovenly and slow. I did enjoy the last party. Has the maid,
what was her name, oh yes Samantha, recovered?”

Mistress Shania took me in from head to toe as she passed and
smiled sweetly. I dare not smile and simply curtseyed without
saying anything.

She took a seat next to me ogling my legs. “Oh that maid? Ha,
Samantha, yes poor dear she is fine now. You know there were
twenty five people at that party and everyone had at least one
pop at her.”

Pop at her? What did that mean? I might as well be in a foreign
country.

The calm lady smiled, “it was two days before the poor dear
could sit down properly.”

Miss Steel and Miss Jaguar laughed in that ugly manner that made
my tummy turn over. Some poor maid had a bad time, I knew that
much.

Mistress Shania turned fully to look at me. “Judging from the
uniform a new girl. Shouldn’t she be in school in the morning?”

Miss Steel sat down and spoke brusquely, “a small problem.
Nothing serious. Quickly sorted. Now you want some maids for
another party this weekend?” She said quickly, changing the
subject as if embarrassed by my presence.

“Yes. Two maids would be helpful, three divine. I’ve sold two of
mine to a businessman in France. You know what maids are like
when offered the opportunity to serve in a real Chateau under a
Frenchman!”

They laughed at the little joke. I pondered what it would be
like to serve in a Chateau in France. It could be rather exotic.

“I am sure we can fix you up with a full compliment Mistress
Shania.”

Mistress Shania turned her dark eyes to me. “And what about this
adorable little pussycat?”

Miss Steel laughed uncomfortably. “Oh she is still in school,
scarcely ready for the big outside world. And certainly not one
of your parties.”

“Oh shame,” pondered Mistress Shania. “I would be very careful
with her”.

Miss Steel was growing impatient. “She is still a virgin. She
has not even reached The Point.”

Mistress Shania smiled rose and approached me, “a virgin. Gosh.
It is a long time since I have had a virgin.”

I felt my knees buckle and not for the first time that morning.

She tickled me delicately under the chin, I felt my breathing
growing short as I tried to avoid her soft brown eyes.

“You know I would only have her wait on my guests, nothing
else,” Mistress Shania said sweetly.

Compared to Mistress Shania, Miss Steel seemed agitated and out
of control as she abruptly rose shaking her head, “I must insist
Mistress Shania that you look at my fine two experienced maids
here.” She took hold of the two maids by their elbows and edged
them forwards for inspection.

The mistress stroked my nose sensitively and shrugged. “I am
sure you are right not to release any of these little sluts
until their training is complete.”

“Both Cathy and Rosie here have had the operation,” Miss Steel
said urgently.

Mistress Shania turned away from me and I felt disappointed,
though I was also aware that Miss Steel and Miss Jaguar were
relieved.

“Oh? What have they had done?”

The two maids curtseyed a greeting as Miss Steel listed the
changes from an A4 sheet in a file on her desk. “Both have real
boobs, bottom and hip enhancements. Rosie has had nose work and
Cathy cheekbones.”

The Mistress surveyed the two maids and I felt ill. How could
they let that happen to them?

“They have their… ” Mistress Shania smiled sweetly and waved
a hand at their groins.

“Oh of course yes! How else could we keep them so docile and
under control? It would be like going back to the days of real
girls as maids.”

The mistress walked around the two maids smiling. “Those days
were hard work!”

Miss Steel nodded. “Exactly. The girls could always find ways of
bringing themselves off,” she grimaced at the thought.
“Impossible to control a maid if you cannot control her orgasm.
Boy maids can’t do anything without permission. So much better.”

“And they are for sale Miss Steel?”

“Of course. Subject to usual conditions of course. They must
agree to the sale and then have a three week trial with you.
However, knowing you, they wont want to come back.”

“And a good price if I took the two?”

They might have been discussing animals at an auction.

Miss Steel beamed, “definitely!”

Mistress Shania gazed back at me, “and would you throw in the
school girl?”

Mistress Jaguar was up next to me in seconds. “Shall I return
her to the classroom Miss Steel?” she asked protectively. “It is
getting on for ten thirty.”

“Yes good idea,” Miss Steel spoke quickly again as if she wanted
me out of the room.

“Oh not on my account I trust,” Mistress Shania said before
returning to me. “So nice to meet you my dear. I am sure we will
meet again.”

I curtseyed as low as I could go, “yes Mistress Shania, thank
you Mistress Shania.” Never was I more grateful to leave a room.

Miss Jaguar led me outside and then turned on me like an angry
cat. “You are a complete slut aren’t you!”

I was about to say ‘no Miss Jaguar’ when I recalled my behaviour
from the previous evening. If told a lie I was sure I would be
beaten. I said nothing.

Miss Jaguar moved in close to me, I could feel the heat from her
breath on my cheeks. She was very intimidating. “You listen to
me you slut. I have had my eye on you since you came here. If
anyone gets your virginity it will be me!”

I bobbed a ‘yes Miss Jaguar’.

“Throwing yourself at all those men and now the first Mistress
you see. You are a total tramp!”

“Yes Miss Jaguar,” I may have behaved like a tramp last night
with Mister Deacon but it was not fair to say that I threw
myself at anyone. Besides I could not control myself last night
so it could not possibly be my fault could it!

Miss Jaguar took a firm hold of me and led me back to the lift.
“Right back to school your education must continue!”

Exactly. Mister Deacon had told me to ask my teacher about The
Point and that was exactly what I was going to do.