The Hotel Transform Stories

The Hotel Christmas Special — Seasonal Decorations

Part 1 of 2

By Deborah Ford

This is intended as a self contained narrative but it may help
those unfamiliar with “The Hotel” series to know that: Debbie is
a male maid trapped by the machinations of the Hotel where men
are tricked into becoming subservient maids while hunky lovers
distract their wives. All for the financial betterment of the
frightening Miss Evans.

1

21st December

I watched Samantha standing on top the ladder, wriggling her
arse at the two workmen supporting it. She reached up to hang
the tinsel near the ceiling and giggled, arching her back to
make her arse stick out and the rear of her skirt rise in the
air.

The workmen nudged each other.

Honestly! Some sluts will do anything to get a release from
their chastity belt.

We were in the restaurant preparing for a luscious green and red
Christmas. The luxurious odours from the kitchens were those of
seasonal treats.

All the maids have swapped their drab functional black dresses
for scarlet mini dresses hemmed with cotton wool. They are a bit
prickly around the thighs and breasts but they do look cute if
you admired yourself in the mirror — not that I ever did!

Meanwhile Lucia had placed the mistletoe next to a painting of
Miss Evans and giggled helplessly. She placed her finger to her
pink lips and widened her eyes at the men: “Oh men? Oh men?”

The workmen looked at Lucia as she stretched her legs. “Oh men,
I can’t possibly hammer in the nail.”

The men were in their twenties, Mister Wilkins with sexy brown
curly hair and Mister Watson with short black hair. I wouldn’t
mind either of them having my key! The dark haired one jumped as
if electrocuted: “Hang on babe.”

“No I’ll sort it,” cried Mister Wilkins.

Samantha at the top of the ladder wrinkled her nose at Lucia
before shaking her heeled feet so that the ladder shook. “Oh my,
oh my. Please rescue me. Some one hold the ladder please sir.”

It was so embarrassing! They were a real pair of sluts.

I just had a box of decorations to hold! I couldn’t think of a
way to get them to look at me.

I had to turn away and watch myself in the tall mirror near the
Christmas tree. I twisted slightly to examine myself side on.
Not bad, I thought, as I saw the red stockings and heels rise up
to the decorated dress and then to the naughty smile that played
on my lips.

At this point each of the men had a hammer in his hand, but had
grabbed the shaking ladder. I could just imagine the view as
they looked up at Samantha’s legs.

I stamped my foot and cooed, “gosh this box is ever so heavy
sir, can you help me with it?”

The men looked helplessly at me then at each other as I jiggled
my boobs (real ones mind!) at them.

“I knew it was Christmas,” despaired Mister Watson “but this is
too much!”

At that point the door crashed open. I glanced over my shoulder
to see Miss Jaguar and Miss Tiger standing in the double doorway
of the dinning room next to the huge Christmas tree that
stretched up to the ceiling. Miss Jaguar had taken to wearing a
very tight leather outfit over her voluptuous curves. Miss Tiger
wore a stretchy cat suit and high heeled thigh length boots.

Oh no! I looked into middle distance pulling my shoulders back,
standing straight and perfectly still.

Lucia reached down into her box and pulled out a hammer and nail
and busily nailed the decoration to the wall. Samantha suddenly
found her ability to balance and finished securing the
decorations.

“I hope you’re keeping an eye on these lazy tramps.” Miss Jaguar
barked behind me making me shiver.

Mister Watson stuttered, “oh yeh, sure. Yes.”

“They’ll do anything to try and get you to release them from
their chastity belts, won’t you girls.”

“Yes Miss Jaguar,” we chorused.

I heard her heels approach me from behind and I held my breath.
Her finger prodded my bottom through the maids dress.
“Especially this one. Right Debbie?”

“Oh yes Miss Jaguar.”

“In fact when were you last allowed to come little girl?”

“Oh I,” my mouth went dry. “I don’t know. A week ago?”

“Two weeks you airhead. Can’t you count?”

“No miss Jaguar.” I replied truthfully. Since attending the
extra Maid Maths lessons I was totally incapable of adding up
any numbers.

“And do you know why, little airhead?”

“Why what, Miss Jaguar?” I felt my eyebrows knit as I turned to
face her.

Her black eyes fired at me and I quickly looked down at the
carpet. I swallowed. Sometime the Miss Cats think you are being
rude if you look them in the eyes.

With her high-heeled boots she towered over me. The top of a
riding crop peered out of the top of one of her boots. I felt
her hand beneath my hair, tickling the back of my neck. I
immediately gasped and cooed. Oh, I needed release. Any release,
by anyone.

“Oh look at the tramp cavorting. You just cannot help yourself
can you?”

“No Miss Jaguar.”

I felt her face move in close to me. My breaths grew shallow. I
so wanted her. “You must be wondering why,” she emphasised the
‘why’, “why you have not been released for two weeks.”

My head was swirling. I could barely hear her words. “Uhm yes,
yes please, Miss … o/oooh …”

“It is because I have your key.”

My eyes flashed open and I stared hard at her grinning face.
“But why Miss Jaguar?”

She patted my nose with here forefinger. “That is for me to know
and for you to find out.”

“But Miss Jaguar why would you,” I glanced around at my
audience, my cheeks boiling like the surface of the sun, I saw
Samantha nibbling her pink lips. “I mean permission to speak
please Miss Jaguar.”

Miss Jaguar glanced thoughtfully over the room. “Uhm, permission
denied little girl.”

She marched up to the workmen who stepped back in awe of this
powerful woman. I have seen real men cower when the Miss Cats
are angry. “So you see, men, this particular slut is out of
bounds. A waste of time.” She nodded at the other two maids,
“but I am sure that the others will be more than happy to
accommodate any of your demands.”

The two men laughed. Mister Watson went immediately to Lucia
while Mister Wilkins stepped on the first rung of the
stepladder. “Need any help up there Samantha babe?”

Miss Jaguar marched back to me, her face radiant with triumph.
She put her finger under my chin and lifted it forcing me to
meet her eyes. “So I think there will be one maid who will be
particularly well behaved this Christmas don’t you?”

“Yes Miss, definitely Miss,” I could only perform a small
curtsey with my chin held up.

“And who might that particularly obedient maid be I wonder?”

“Me, miss.”

“Good girl. You’ll be out of that chastity belt in no time at
all. If not for this Christmas certainly by next Christmas.”

The two cats thought this was hysterically funny. I burnt with
rage and indignation but nevertheless managed a giggle that
didn’t sound too forced.

“And make sure you decorate that tree, Debbie!” She shouted as
the door slammed shut.

2

That night in our maid’s room Samantha and Lucia were hurriedly
brushing their hair, crushed together to share the same mirror.

I sat pouting on the bed already in my short nightie and tight
panties, they still wore their seasonal maid’s dresses.

The air was full of the sweet fragrances they were squirted
perfumes over themselves.

Samantha pulled back her shoulders, “Mister Watkins says he is
going to let me have a steak tonight!”

“Mister Watson said I could have ice cream!” retorted Lucia.

Samantha put down her brush. “I hope he doesn’t choose one of
those really trashy outfits. I hate red high heels. They are so
obvious.” Lucia giggled, “they look good with these red
uniforms. Anyway what do you care so long as you get released?
Oh I can feel it in my bones. We are both going to be allowed to
come tonight!”

They saw my sullen reflection in the mirror and their glee
turned to concern. “Oh Debbie,” Samantha cooed, “I am sure
someone will take you out. Those two Dutch ladies we served on
table 5 last night were definitely interested in you.”

“Who is going to ask out a maid if they can’t have their key!”
I folded my arms tightly and crossed my smooth legs.

“I think Miss Jaguar is horrible!” announced Lucia.

We heard keys in our door. We all looked anxiously at it. It
would be just my luck that one of the Mistress Cats would hear
that remark. Then we would all be locked away for a long time.

I waved a hand at them, “Oh you go on and enjoy yourselves.
Don’t care that I haven’t even seen the wardrobe room for ages!”

The door opened and Mistress Tiger stood in the doorway this
time wearing a pencil tight knee length leather skirt. She
smiled at us, clearly she had not heard the inopportune comment.

I rose to my heels and curtsied as the three of us exhaled
deeply with relief.

“Two tramps for the wardrobe room. Lucia and Samantha! Move your
arses!”

Lucia and Samantha burst into giggles as they fled the room.

Miss Tiger stood in the doorway holding the handle. “Another
night in Debbie?”

“Yes Miss Tiger.”

She pouted her lips. “Poor little Debbie. I wonder if Miss
Jaguar will ever let you come again. Perhaps you should take up
knitting to pass the long cold nights alone.”

“Permission to ask a question please, Miss Tiger.”

“Permission granted but make it short. I am going to shag one of
the laundry maids tonight. I am going to power his arse to
jelly.”

I forced a giggle at her joke. “Please Miss why does Miss Jaguar
hate me so much?”

Miss Tiger laughed, “silly girl. Its not that she hates you! The
world must be so strange to an airhead maid like you.”

“Yes Miss Tiger.”

The door closed and tears flooded my eyes

It was near eight o’clock. I imagined every maid in the hotel
except me was out tonight either serving or on a date with one
of the guests.

With tears streaking my face I opened my drawer and removed my
night time dildo. I sucked it and went mechanically through the
mantra: ‘oh yes, yes’, but my heart wasn’t in it.

I threw the dildo onto the bed, shocked at my act of defiance.
Of course I quickly picked it up again in case a Mistress Cat
entered but I felt emboldened by my heroic action. I listened
for the sound of heels in the corridor. It was silent so I threw
the dildo onto the bed again and giggled. Right! I felt as bold
and revolutionary as Che Guevara. It was time to take the matter
into my own hands!

I picked up the phone and told the sissy on the other end of the
phone to put me through to Miss Evans right now!

I could hear the girl swallowing. “Uhm. Don’t you mean: may you
ask permission to be allowed to speak to Miss Evans?”

“No!” That shook her. No maid stood up to Miss Evans, but I’d
had enough of all the humiliations and tribulations.

“Are you sure?”

“Well, erm, please ask her nicely. And, er, don’t say it how I
said it.”

“I wouldn’t dare!” came back the snooty reply.

3

22nd December

Miss Evan’s was immune to the Christmas spirit. She scowled at
me when I was shown in and then continued writing a report
tutting frequently.

I nibbled my lips and held my hands tightly behind my back. I
kept saying to myself ‘be brave’. Had I not thrown the dildo
onto the bed the previous night? And I had waited until the last
possible moment before I pushed it inside me and climbed into
bed. Mrs Evans did not appreciate what a daredevil she had
before her. Finally Miss Evans threw her pen down so it bounced
across her huge old desk.

“You sluts are more trouble than you are worth!”

“Yes Miss Evans,” I curtsied.

“I send out two maids for a works Christmas party at the local
factory and now they want six for the new years party. Six!
Don’t they know how long it takes to train you sluts?”

“No Miss.”

“No they don’t. You are quite right. And this Christmas tree,
what on earth am I going to do with it this year? Every year I
do something spectacular with that tree. But this year …” She
shook her head and sat back in her high backed swivel chair
twisting it to and fro before looking up as if she had just
noticed me. “Ah yes.” She shuffled some papers in front of her.
“Debbie isn’t it?”

“Yes Miss,” I curtsied.

“And you asked permission to speak to me.”

“Yes Miss.”

“Well get on with it. I haven’t got all day to waste with maids.
There are adults in the hotel to deal with. Work to be done.”

“Please miss. Yes miss. First of all thank you for seeing me and
… ”

“Just get on with it.”

“Yes Miss. You see, what it is, is that, well, I have been
thinking about …”

“Debbie would a canning help you get to the point faster?”

I swallowed. “Please Miss I think you should let me go.”

“Let you go where?” Now she was scowling and I felt jitters in
my stomach.

“Away Miss. I mean let me have some men’s clothes and leave.”

She slapped the arms of her chair and glared at me. “What are
you prattling on about? Men’s clothes? Why would you want them?
And where do you want to go? I decide which girls go to the
offices and parties.”

“Oh Yes Miss. Of Course Miss. And very good at it you are too.”

“Debbie!”

“Yes Miss. You see I want,” I swallowed twice my mouth growing
dry, “to become a man again.”

Her mouth fell open. “What?”

I felt like running from the room but you get a good public
canning for leaving without permission. The room span about me
as my thighs rubbed against each other so that the stockings
felt electric. “Please Miss perhaps we could discuss this, er,
later, tomorrow, er, next week perhaps. Maybe now is not a good
time”

“What do you want Debbie?”

Tears clouded my eyes. “I want to become a man again and wear
suits and not heels and not have this horrible chastity belt and
not have to curtsy and smile at everyone. Not to have to walk
around with my hands always above waist height. Not to have to
be nice to everyone so that they will …” Then the floodgates
opened.

Moments later I was sat on her knee blowing into her
handkerchief. “I am sorry Miss Evans. Its just that I can’t take
it anymore.”

“Silly girl. No one knows better than I how hard it is to be a
compliant maid.”

“Yes miss. Thank you miss.”

I looked up at her with my most pleading eyes. “So will you let
me go?”

“I am afraid I can’t. You signed the contract remember. Now I
cannot go about breaking the law can I?”

“No Miss but if we both … ”

“And what would your lovely wife, er,” she checked my papers,
“Miss Johnson say?”

I desperately wanted to point out that Miss Johnson was her
maiden name. “Please Miss may I ask her …”

“I trust you do not intend to spoil her and her boyfriend’s
Christmas with some silly selfish petulance!”

“Oh no Miss Evans.”

“Don’t you want them to have a happy Christmas together?”

I crossed my legs and looked away from her. How I hated Paulo,
my wife’s arrogant cruel new boyfriend.

“Well girl?”

“Yes miss, of course miss.”

“You want them to be happy together don’t you?”

“Please can I ask her Miss Evans? Its just that I haven’t had a
release for weeks now.”

She thrust me from her lap and I clip clopped in my heels across
the room struggling to balance.

“Then perhaps you should be better behaved.”

“No Miss you don’t understand!” I shook both my fists
helplessly.

“Don’t you adopt that tone of voice in my office!”

The tears bucketed out again. “Please Miss, Miss Jaguar has my
key and won’t let anyone else have it!”

“I am sure she has her reasons.”

“But I haven’t come for weeks. Please let me ask my wife’s
permission to be released from the Hotel …”

“You what?!”

“Oh!” I cupped my mouth with my hands. “I mean my ex-wife, no I
mean er, I mean Miss Johnson. Please let me ask Miss Johnson to
be released.” This was all going wrong. Why hadn’t I kept my big
mouth shut!

“What about her nice young man?”

“Eh?”

“Shouldn’t you ask him as well?”

“Oh. I er … ”

“Let me see. It is 9.30 a.m. After you have been to see Miss
Jaguar you may go to reception and invite Miss Johnson and her
lover to The Hotel for a Christmas break. If they do come then
maybe you will have an opportunity to speak to them.”

“Oh thank you Miss Evans. Thank you so much.” I almost burst
into tears again, this time from overwhelming gratitude. “I can
go straight away to the reception Miss. I don’t have an
appointment with Miss Jaguar.”

“That’s because I have not booked it yet stupid girl. Go to Miss
Jaguar and tell her how you maligned her judgement in my
presence. Ask that she punishes you appropriately. Then you may
make your phone call.”

“But … ”

She looked up at me her face darkening.

“Yes Miss Evans.” I curtsied.

“Now Christmas trees. Perhaps more tinsel is called for.”

4

Miss Jaguar took it quite well really.

She stood on her balcony overlooking the frosted fields and
woodlands and nodded as I told her what had taken place in Miss
Evans’ office.

Finally she turned and spoke in a serene voice, “be a darling
and go to the large wardrobe.”

I bobbed a curtsey and dashed to her wardrobe. My only aim now
was to get to reception and phone Miss Johnson, I mean Lynda my
wife. Then I would get her to come here and   hey   presto I
would be released.

I opened the wardrobe doors. At first I thought I was confronted
with a gym as I saw loads of bars and exercise machines.

“See that contraption on the floor, the long one?”

I looked down and saw a metal frame about four feet square. “Yes
Miss Jaguar. Are you going to do some exercises?”

She laughed. “Yes. You could call it that.”

I smiled smugly revelling in my perspicacity. “Pull it out to
the centre of the room. It is called a ‘stationary box’. I have
only just bought it.”

It was heavier than it looked but I managed to lug it across the
carpet by digging in with my heels and tugging hard. As I did so
I thought I would give Miss Jaguar a little thrill by bending at
the waist and showing off my derriere and stocking tops. The
mistress cats appreciate that. I have known maids get a release
just from titillating a Mistress Cat with a bit of thigh and a
wiggle.

“Now if you go to the door of the wardrobe you will see a red
box place it next to the stationary box.”

“Yes Miss.”

The red box was a couple of feet square of smooth plastic with
an opaque lid. I laid it next to the oblong steel shape.

“Open it remove the four metal cuffs and screw them into each
corner.

Metal cuffs? I swallowed. Sure enough there were four circular
metal objects of bracelet size with long screws set into them.
My tummy turned over as I crouched on hands and knees to twist
each one into position on each corner of the oblong.

“Shall I leave you to it now Miss?”

She pursed her lips and gave me one of her lob sided smiles. “Oh
no Debbie not yet. Now be a dear and screw the long pipe into
the front hole.

I screwed a two foot long metal cylinder into the front so it
stood up like a short flag pole.

“Now screw the final metal cylinder into the top of that. It is
a little larger than the wrist and ankle cuffs.”

I did so with my heart thundering. I didn’t like the sound of
this.

“Clever girl.”

The unit now had the four cuffs; one on each corner and rising
at the front on the end of a metal pole was a hinged cylinder.
I could see it looked like a silver collar. “Open up each of the
metal rings.”

I did so, starting with the cuffs and ending with the necklace.
They each had the same metal spring catch that you depress to
make them spring open.

“Now remove your knickers girl.”

I swallowed. “Please Miss I have a phone call to make and I am
on bedroom duty until midday when I ..”

“Good girl for worrying about your chores.”

I smiled and flushed. “Thank you. So shall I leave now?”

“I told you to remove your knickers. You are wearing a pair
aren’t you?”

“Of course!” The only time we didn’t wear knickers was when
instructed not to by a date on a night out.

“Get them off.”

I reached beneath my scarlet flared skirt with the cotton wool
tickling my fingers I squeezed the tight red panties down passed
the stocking tops to the ankles. Then, stumbling, inelegantly
about, I managed to step out of them and hold them in my hands.
I knew I was blushing.

“Just put them on the sofa for now and then kneel in the
device.”

My heart was a steam train. “Please Miss, perhaps I have not yet
offered you my full apologies for ..”

“Just put them on the sofa and do as you are told.”

I curtsied, and placed my red lace panties on the sofa. I always
felt vulnerable without underwear in the presence of an adult.
A skirt seems such a flimsy obstacle offering little protection
and modesty.

I knelt between the bars feeling a breeze on my bare bottom.

“Just lay your head in the open collar and grip the corners.”

I edged forward so that the cold metal lay beneath my neck and
then fumbled my hands out to the corners. “Please Mistress I am
so sorry for any offence that may … ”

“Now spread your plump little thighs until your ankles are
sitting in the rear cuffs.”

I did as instructed. “Perhaps a written apology would be in
order Miss.”

I felt the hem of my skirt tickle my naked buttocks. She
casually approached me and knelt down near my face.

“Oh that won’t be necessary on this occasion little girl.”

I nodded feeling the unyielding metal beneath my throat.

She slowly brought up both halves of the collar until they
clicked home trapping my neck.

She then clipped my wrists shut in the bracelets that were
secured to the frame.

My ankles soon followed. Whereas my wrists were held solid my
stocking ankles slid a few inches in either direction. I was
held firm, secured on all fours in this appalling contrivance.
Who thinks these things up?

“There,” she announced standing before me so that her groin was
at face height, but I was left staring at her high heeled boots.
“How does that feel? Cosy?”

“Frightening miss. Please let me go. I promise to be good.” I
tried a tug on the metal bracelets but they just made my wrists
feel sore.

She laughed. “Debbie. You have been with us for six months and
you are always promising to be good and I am forever spanking
you aren’t I?”

“Yes Miss.” I swallowed. I would like to have said that she
always bullied me more than the other maids but thought it best
to keep that to myself considering how I was fixed. She walked
to the cupboard her muscle bound backside wriggling back and
fore in her tight leather pants. “We’ll start with the flogger.”

Start with? Oh no. They were the words I dreaded most.

“Please Miss this is really unfair. I just told Miss Evans that
you had kept me locked in the chastity belt and that I … ”

“And why did you say that?” She flicked her wrist making the
leather flogger shake in her hands making little whooshing
noises.

I felt my voice rise in pitch. “Please Miss because I couldn’t
understand why you were doing it,” I sniffed up a tear.

“I see. And is it for you to understand?”

“Oh no, not at all. I can see that now Miss. I have been very
silly.”

“Is it for you to question a Mistress Cat’s actions?”

“Oh heavens, I wouldn’t do that Miss.”

She looked surprised. “Oh? But didn’t you say that you told Miss
Evans that you had questioned my actions?”

“Yes Mistress.” I wriggled helplessly.

“So perhaps she made a mistake?”

“Yes! That’s it Miss Jaguar. A silly misunderstanding.”

“Oh?” She appeared shocked. “I see. So Miss Evans is so stupid
that she has failed to understand something a maid has told
her?”

“Oh no, no. Never. No Miss Jaguar.” I pulled on the cuffs but
they held me neatly in position.

“Then perhaps she is lying?”

“Oh no, no.” I struggled to twist my head so that I could look
up at her. “No. Please. No. I didn’t say that.”

She ambled around me. “I don’t understand this. One moment you
are accusing your betters of being stupid, the next of them
lying. What am I to make of that?”

“No Miss please. No.” Why was I so stupid. Why couldn’t I keep
my silly mouth shut. “No, no, that’s not what I said Miss.”

“Oh? So now it is me who doesn’t understand? Or do you think I
am lying.”

A tear rolled down my cheek. “Oh please miss I don’t know what
to say. Please let me go.”

“So that you can go around lying and telling anyone who will
listen to an airhead like you that adults are stupid?”

“Oh please Miss I don’t think that. It is me who is stupid. I am
such an airhead. I have got everything wrong and I talk too
much.” I felt my skirt being lifted over my bottom so that it
rested on the small of my back.

“Well finally we are in agreement.”

I sighed with relief. “Yes mistress. You are so right and I am
so wrong. Will you release me now please.”

“Not yet little girl. If you are apologising like this now, just
imagine how contrite you will be in a say, fifteen minutes?”

I gulped feeling my reduced Adams apple bob on the cylinder.

I had been hand spanked after serving breakfast by a silly man
who said he had ordered coffee and not tea so my bottom was a
little sore.

Slap.

Yowl!

Slap.

“Ow. Please miss it hurts.”

Slap.

“Ouch. Thank you for punishing me. I will be ever so good in the
… ouch!”

The beating was rhythmic and slow, a hard slap across one
buttock and then one across the other. It was agony. I could not
even twist my hips very far because of the ankle restraints. I
took every stroke until I was blubbering like a baby.

The sheer helplessness of being trapped like that while someone
leisurely beats you is the most excruciating position possible.
At least when you are touching your toes you know that you could
(if you dared) rise to your full height. But here I was
absolutely powerless and at her mercy.

“Good. My word your bottom is red. It’s scarlet just like your
seasonal outfit. How pretty. Perhaps I should use you as a
festive adornment. Solve Miss Evans problem with the tree
decorations”

“I am so sorry to have made you do this to me Miss Jaguar. It
won’t happen again.” I sniffed.

She laughed gaily as she strode back to the wardrobe. “You
always say that and you are always back to have another beating.
I don’t think you will ever learn. Now then where is my cane?”

Cane! I pulled furiously at the inexorable metal entrapment
until I felt my neck sting. “Please kind Mistress. I promise. I
promise I won’t do it again.”

She turned on her heel and looked down at me. “Now that is a
heartfelt promise if ever I heard one. Mmmm. Let me think.”

My eyes were straining wide with hope.

“Ok then.” She put the cane back into its holder and pulled out
an item I had never seen before visiting The Hotel but I had
come to know too well.

She strapped it around her waist hauling the central belt
between her legs. “You know I have not fucked you for months
have I?”

I swallowed, my mouth going dry. “No mistress Jaguar.” I hated
the word fucked. ‘Make love to’ sounds sweet; ‘shagged’ sounds
fun; but ‘fucked’ sounds like only one thing: someone inflicting
it and someone suffering it. I hated her having me like this.
She was always the roughest of the adults. Always teasing me
until I was on the point of coming and then putting me away in
my belt before I had the chance to come.

I detested the way the dildo bounced so slowly as she walked. It
was a weapon. I wriggled my bottom in dreaded expectation.

“I think we’ll apply a little cream to your pussy hole this
morning.” She knelt behind me with a jar. I felt the dildo
rubbing against my bottom cheeks as she smoothed the cold cream
around my exposed hole, gliding it gently with her ling fingers.

“My, my you are so hot. We could use maids instead of central
heating. I bet five beaten maids could warm the restaurant.”

Very funny! “Yes mistress,” I forced a giggle.

“There — is that nice?”

“Oh yes mistress.” As usual when someone was rubbing my bottom
my mind lapsed into the well drilled mantra of ‘oohs’ and
‘ahhs’. I felt my body submitting to this frightening woman. My
hole pulsated around her probing finger. My hips jerked back
mechanically to meet her prodding.

“Oh you are a slut. You are ready so quickly!” She laughed. “I
think you must love me.”

“Yes mistress,” I gasped as I felt the thickness press down into
me.

“Tell me how much you love me little one.

“Please Miss Jaguar I adore you … oooh.” Suddenly my bottom
surrendered with a greasy plop to the invader. She gently pulled
it back as she patted my bottom.

“Now then what about if I release you?” She deftly touched my
little clit in its chastity belt.

“Yes please, mistress. Oh please. Please. Please. I’ll do
anything. Please release me.”

I felt her being sucked out of me leaving me feeling empty and
in need. She knelt next to my panting face. Holding up a tiny
key, a key that was at the centre of all my misery. “Is this
what you want little one?”

“Oh yes,” I sighed breathlessly my shoulders shaking.

“Do you really love me babe?”

“Yes mistress, more than anything in the world.”

She smiled sweetly and kissed my cheek. “I’d love to keep you as
my own pet. Maybe I’ll buy you from Miss Evans one day.”

She reached beneath me to the lock on my penis. After some
wrestling it clicked open and she removed the cage. Looking back
beneath myself, passed my jiggling breasts and through my
stockinged legs I watched it bounce stiffly to attention with a
little gleaming dribble at the end. It must have been the angle
I was looking at it that made it appear so small. I had seen
quiet a few erect penis since being at the hotel and they all
seemed bigger than that little finger that was pointing back at
me.

She gave it a light stroke and I almost came immediately. One
more touch and I could free the load that had been trapped for
so, so long.

Unfortunately with me pinned to the stationary box there was no
chance of getting any purchase on it. It simply stuck out in mid
air like a lost sausage.

“Here!” She dropped a cordless phone next to my left hand and
unclicked the clasp holding my wrist. “If you attempt to release
your other hand I will not be happy with the love of my life.
Understand darling?”

“Yes Miss Jaguar.”

She raised the phone and pressed a button. “Reception? Listen
you worthless slut Miss Evans has left instructions for the
adorable little Debbie to make a phone call. That’s it. Well put
her through now.”

With that she handed me the phone and returned behind me. I felt
her dildo head briefly pressing on my anus before it opened and
swallowed it.

I could hear the phone ringing at the other end before a
familiar voice answered: “Hello?”

“Oooh,” I said as Miss Jaguar pressed deep inside me.

“Answer my pet. Someone is speaking to you.”

“Ahhh, yes Miss Jaguar.” I raised the phone as my breathing grew
shallower, “hello … ooooh … is that Miss Johnson?”

“Debbie! How wonderful to hear from you!”

“Yes aaahhhh, miss.”

“Debs are you alright? Are they beating you right now?”

“Oh, oh, oh. No. No. Please, the reason … aaaah … that I am
… .”

“Are you ill?”

“No please listen!”

“Who do you think you are talking to?”

“Oh sorry. Ah, ah , ooh.” Miss Jaguar was shagging me in short
quick motions at my entrance. “Sorry. Its just that ahh, ah, ah.
I don’t have much time. I er … ooooooh please … oh yes …
.yes … ”

“Mmm. I think I know what’s happening to you and I hope there’s
a video.”

“Please can you stay at the hotel for Christmas?” I blurted out
as Miss Jaguar withdrew altogether.

“Christmas? Well I am not sure. I will have to speak to Paulo.”

“Aghhhhh.” She plunged in deeply forcing me to the limit of the
metal contraption. “Yes please. Please come. I would like to see
… aaaagh,” she had done it again. “I would like to see you.”

“And Paulo?” She asked.

“Yes! Yes!”

“Don’t shout. Look here he is now. Ask him yourself.”

“Oh, please Miss Jaguar just stop a … ooooh, that’s nice, just
stop for a moment … oooh.”

I felt a pat on my backside. “Not just yet darling this is too
much fun.”

“Who is this?”

I recognised the broad Italian accent.

“Hello Paulo sir this is … .ooooh, aah, Debbie from The
Hotel.”

“What is it slut? Need me to come around and spank your arse for
you?”

I heard Lynda in the background admonishing him. “Don’t Paulo
she is trying her best.”

“No sir, thank you , ooooh, sir. No. It is just that I was
wondering … .agh, agh not so hard!”

“What?” Paulo demanded.

“Not you sir, oh please be more agh, gentle miss. Please sir can
you come to The Hotel for Christmas with Miss Johnson?”

“I don’t know. Maybe.”

“Ooh, oh, oh. It’s just that … .oh, yes, yes, yes … just
that … oh sir my head is spinning … just please come ..may
I … argh, uh, uh, please may I come er may I hang up.”

With that I dropped the phone as I heard Miss Jaguar bellow a
climax and my engorged rod jumped like a divining rod desperate
to release its load.

Miss Jaguar slumped down on the floor beside me, a dreamy far
away look in her eyes. She reached up and tickled my cheek. “You
are the best fuck in the world.”

“Thank you miss. Please will you finish me off? I will do
anything for you.” I was totally out of it, wholly in head
space.

I saw a wicked grin push back her lips. “Anything slut?”

She rose stiffly and walked over to the wardrobe, her shimmering
dildo bouncing before her. She returned with a long silver box
that she opened before pulling out a slim, shiny metal collar
with a dog tag jingling from it.

“Will you voluntarily wear this?”

“Yes Miss. Anything.”

“But you don’t know what it is yet,” she laughed.

“Anything please let me cum.”

“It declares that I am your owner and that I have your key.”

“Yes, yes anything, anything.”

She placed the collar around my neck just above the metal collar
of her apparatus. “We can have the inscription done later today.
I just want to see you wearing it right now.”

It locked near the dog tag. I looked up at her with plaintiff
eyes but all she was staring at was the collar, stroking it as
if it were precious. “I have always had a soft spot for you
Debbie.”

“Yes Miss Jaguar.”

“Do you think you can love a slave?”

“Yes, er, I don’t know miss.”

“Nor do I but it feels like love.” Then she grinned really
warmly at me, I had never seen her looking so kind. She reached
below me and tugged at my penis. “So who do you belong to?”

“You miss Jaguar, you I … ”

She grinned showing her teeth as she gave me one viscous tug and
I came like a fountain shaking in my unyielding bonds as she
closed her mouth over mine suffocating me.

End of part one.

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