The Hotel Transform Stories

The Hotel Christmas Special — Seasonal Decorations.

Second and final part

Debbie’s plan of escaping The Hotel requires permission from his

wife and her lover, what could possible go wrong? All (s)he has

to do is ask.

1.    December 24th

We were making the beds on the top floor bedrooms and I was

nervous. There was a new mistress cat, Miss Cougar, and she was

spanking everyone for no reason at all. They are always over

enthusiastic when they first arrive. Worse, my shoes were too

tight. I had pointed it out very nicely to Miss Cougar but she

spanked me and told me not to sit down all day so that I could

get used to them.

I mean the shoes were pretty enough, very strappy with a thin,

neat heel. Not that I usually like red shoes, as they look so

slutty. But black shoes would just not look right when you have

red stockings and the red Christmas maid’s outfit with the cotton

wool around the hems and bust. We all enjoyed glancing at

ourselves as we passed the mirrors.

The one gremlin, and why I was nervous, was that I was with

Millicent a very tall new maid who still walked like a man in

drag. I guess he had only been here a week or so. They are the

ones that can get you into trouble because they get everything

wrong and it always reflects on the maids around them.

He was not taking enough time over the bed corners and I would

have to redo them all before Mistress Cougar checked the room.

“I think you should concentrate more, Millicent,” I whispered.

He looked about the room and leaned closer to me. “Look,” he

checked my name tag, “Debbie, I need help.”

“I know. So watch what I do when I get to the bed corners. I take

the sheet …”

“No, no!”

We both held our breaths and checked the door. Thankfully no one

had heard him shouting in that silly deep voice of his.

“Look, Debbie,” his voice went back to his trained softer tones,

“I am not like you and the rest of the maids. I am heterosexual.

I was tricked …”

I plumped up the cushions. “Explain it to Miss Evans.”

He stood very tall, his mouth curling down at the sides, with his

hands rubbing his bottom. “I, er, tried that.”

He followed me in to the bathroom our heels slapping on the

floor.

“Look, Debbie. I’ll level with you. I am not gay like you maids.

I am a CIA operative and we were here to investigate the

brainwashing …”

“It sounds really interesting, perhaps you can tell me later.” I

got down on my knees and scrubbed the bath.

“The point is that I have been asked out on a date tonight!”

My mouth fell open and I stopped cleaning. “You! But you still

look like a man! Sorry I didn’t mean it like that.”

He flapped a hand at me. “That’s all right. Two women from

Holland think I am, well,” he looked away his cheeks reddening,

“cute and funny is how they put it.”

I clenched my fists. “Well no one asks me out on a date! Just

because of that horrible Mistress Jaguar!” I gasped and looked

back at the door. Oh God if someone had heard me I would be in

serious trouble. “She has taken the key to my chastity belt!”

“Debbie help me. These women say they have these dildos and a

whip. One of them says she has a pony harness. Debbie are you

listening?”

“I have been asked out twice since Mistress Jaguar collared me

and each time they cancelled when they learned that they could

not have my key. Humph!”

“But they want me to wear a short white dress and high heeled

boots. It is a nightmare. What should I do?”

I looked him up and down and nodded. “Wear a dress with a tight

skirt.”

His eyes widened. “What?”

“Well flared short skirts look flirty and everything, I know, but

they are so impractical. You’ll learn.”

She stamped her foot and raced out.

Oh, I thought with a smile, she is learning.

I opened the bath room window and looked down at the car park

where all the adults were arriving for the Christmas break.

It was a moment before I recognised her. I gasped. I had never

seen my wife Lynda wear such a short skirt before.

That oaf Paulo threw a suitcase to the gravel and patted her

bottom. How I hated him. Once Lynda and Paulo had given me

permission to leave the Hotel I would win my wife back. With her

once again as my spouse I would then endeavour to find Paulo, no

matter where he hid. I had plotted my revenge for weeks. I would

corner him in a place where he was with his friends and then I

would confront him. Once I had everyone’s attention I would

proceed to call him ‘a bastard, no good, selfish womaniser!’ and

if I was really being mean, I would add ‘and you behave like an

animal when you have a woman at your mercy!’ That would tell him.

2.

As expected Miss Evans had called me up to her office. I knew

that she would have another misguided attempt to make me stay. I

am very popular with the guests and adept at cleaning and

polishing. You cannot say the same about all the maids here!

I knocked her door, bobbed a curtsey and my jaw dropped open.

Miss Jaguar was standing near the window wearing her familiar

tight leather cat suit. She gave me a sweet smile when I entered.

“Hello gorgeous.”

I curtsied. “Hello Miss Jaguar, Miss Evans.” Why would Miss

Jaguar be here, except to cause problems for me?

As usual Miss Evans looked as though she had the pains of the

world on her shoulders. “Really this is getting out of hand

Debbie.”

“Please Miss,” I gushed, “I just saw them arriving and wondered

if I could meet them straight away before …”

“Calm down, calm down,” miss Evans said, Miss Jaguar sniggered at

me. “Who is arriving?”

“Miss Johnson,” I was careful to use my wife’s maiden name, “and

master Paulo Miss. I just saw them.”

She glared at me blankly.

“Remember? I am being allowed to ask their permission to leave.”

“Oh yes, yes. I am sure that silliness will be sorted in due

course. No, I am more concerned about you giving yourself to Miss

Jaguar here.”

“Oh.”

“Don’t you release Debbie that we have spent time and effort

training you?”

“Yes Miss… I …”

“How could you be so ungrateful? Didn’t we organise your breast

operations? Your bottom enhancement? Your nose and chin

remodelling?”

I pouted but forced a smile. “Yes Miss Evans, thank you Miss

Evans.” The first thing I was going to do when I was free was

have those operations reversed, especially this silly bottom that

gets me noticed everywhere I wriggle.

“And now you thank us by throwing yourself at Miss Jaguar here.”

Miss Jaguar gracefully rounded the desk. “And quiet voluntarily

Miss Evans. I don’t see a problem.” She smiled sweetly at me.

“The problem is the complaints I am getting from guests who want

to date her and then discover that you have her key!”

Miss Jaguar threw an arm around my shoulders and hugged me

tightly. I felt the leather creaking around me. “I don’t want

anyone dating my girl.”

Miss Evans groaned and shook her head. “Give me strength.”

I curtsied as best I could with her strong arm about me and

offered. “Please Miss, once I have spoken to Miss Johnson and

Master Paulo then perhaps …”

“Be quiet girl. When I want to hear your opinion I will give it

to you.”

I blushed and bobbed a quick, “yes Miss Evans. Thank you Miss

Evans.”

“Both of you love birds get out of my office. I still haven’t

sorted out the Christmas tree design for this year and it’s

Christmas Eve. Miss Jaguar: get it sorted.”

3.

Outside Miss Evans office Miss Jaguar crushed me up against the

wall, knocking the wind from me. Her tongue thrust into my mouth

as her arms enveloped me. I rubbed my stockinged legs up against

her leather boots giving a muffled protest. I was aroused

immediately.

“There babe. That’s what you’re missing.” She edged my steel

collar into position. “Come on now, you don’t want to hide your

ownership details. Some waste of space might want to date you.”

I smiled, “no danger of that Miss Jaguar.”

“I know!” She kissed me again. It was like being suffocated. “Now

you be good. Once I have bought you, I’ll take you away from here

to my own home. I have a lovely cage already kitted out for you.

With your own mirror and swing and everything.”

Her eyes were blazing with lust.

“Er… cage Miss Jaguar?”

“Cage? Cage? Did I say cage?” she laughed. “Do you see how you

get to me babe? No, I meant, er, a, er, nice room of your own.

You know for doing girly things when I have my karate classes.”

“You go to karate classes?”

She slapped my thigh playfully. “Go to karate classes? Bimbo! I

give them darling, I give them!”

“Ah!”

I watched her wiggle down the corridor singing a catchy pop song.

I folded my arms. Humph. I am not going to spend the rest of my

life in Miss Jaguar’s cage, thank you very much!

I had little time. I didn’t know how long my wife would be

staying. I first of all had to find out which room she was in so

I headed for the reception.

It was nearly deserted. Only a single maid was clearing away a

few glasses near the bar entrance. Millicent was sat behind the

reception desk, on a tall stool, her long legs crossed. Now was

my chance.

“Millicent?”

She looked sorrowfully up at me. “Debbie,” she whispered. Her

eyes were huge and in shock.

“Can you do me a favour Millicent? Just check the timetable for

a Miss Johnson.”

Millicent remained frozen. “They made me cum Debbie.”

“Eh?”

“Those two women I told you about. From Holland.”

“Oh yes it happens. Lucky you. Please check the book …”

“But you don’t understand. They made me beg to cum …”

I turned the reception book around on the desk and thumbed

through the entries.

“But what am I to do?”

“Hope they date you again by the sound of it. Now then where is

Miss Johnson?”

“But Debbie I no longer feel like a …” she gazed into the

distance. “You know, like a man.”

I flicked back and fore. “Oh? That’s a shame.”

She beamed at me. “You mean I will feel like a man again?”

“Of course. Sometimes you will feel like having a man, sometimes

a woman. Sometimes both. That’s how they want us to be. I

wouldn’t worry about it. Men are more fun but a bit unpredictable

and can be too rough.”

I closed the book. There was no sign of Miss Johnson’s name.

Millicent suddenly grabbed my hand in panic. “Debbie. Tell me.

What is The Point?”

“Oh ask your teacher in the morning. I am not very good at

explaining things.”

“But I am told my wife will be visiting here in the New Year and

I will need to pass The Point when she is here or I’ll never be

allowed to leave.”

I smiled at her and patted her hand. “By the sound of it, you

won’t have any problems in passing The Point. Then you will be

like one of us.”

I thought that would put her mind at rest but my last sight of

Millicent was of her mouth hanging open and her damp eyes staring

into space. But I had bigger concerns. Where were my wife and

that horrible Paulo?

“Debbie!”

I turned on my heels to see Lynda in a tiny tennis white dress

holding a squash racket. She was waving at me from near the

double doors that led to the gym and swimming pools. Paulo stood

behind her in his whites with his ridiculously hairy legs and

that awful smirk on his face. “Hello tramp,” he laughed.

Lynda gave him a playful punch, “oh Paulo,” before marching over

to me and giving me a big hug and a kiss on both cheeks.

I kissed her back on the cheeks keeping an eye on Paulo, I

wouldn’t want to upset him. That would come later when I would be

able to send him poison pen letters written in ink as red as my

dress. I had it all planned.

“Debbie how are you keeping? You look wonderful.”

I bobbed a thank you. “So do you Lynda …er Miss Johnson. Listen

…”

“We are only here for Christmas and we really must get together.”

“Yes please Miss Johnson. I need to talk to you about something.”

“I really look forward to that, but we have a court booked. Maybe

dinner tonight?”

“Great. You need to reserve me at reception then we can meet up

tonight for a few drinks.”

I heard high heeled footsteps march up behind me and the dreaded

voice of Miss Jaguar boomed: “Did I hear drinks tonight Debbie?”

Oh no! I bobbed a curtsey. “Please Miss Jaguar Miss Johnson asked

me first. I didn’t ask her. Honestly. I was standing here

thinking what should I …”

Miss Jaguar raised my chin with her riding crop stopping my

jabbering. I hated the way she towered over me. I felt my knees

shaking. “Did she ask you or were you posing around her like the

slut you are?”

My wife blushed. “I am sorry if there’s been a

misunderstanding…”

Paulo came to join us resting his arm around my wife’s shoulders.

“Is there a problem,” he asked in his rich Italian accent.

“Oh no,” I offered quickly, but the crop tapping against the back

of my thighs soon shut me up.

Lynda looked up at Miss Jaguar and explained: “Debbie just said

she wanted to tell us something.”

“Oh?” Miss Jaguar said, tapping the cane a little harder now, so

that they left stinging lines across my thighs. “And who may I

ask are you?”

Paulo gripped Lynda’s shoulders, “she is the lady who brought

Debbie here. And I am the man who took her away from here.”

Did he have to smirk at me like that? I blushed hot red.

“Oh?” Miss Jaguar said with a laugh, suddenly relaxing. “I see.

And Debbie here has something to tell you?” She cuddled me hard

and kissed the top of my head. “She certainly does! We’ll meet up

tonight in the Bulls Bar at eight then? It’s about time I met her

previous owner. We have so much to tell each other.”

Oh no!

4.

We were sat in tight cubby hole of the crowded bar. Christmas

carols mixed with the shouting and singing from the residents. I

was glad I wasn’t on duty; the maids were red faced in the heat

as they raced back and fore with their trays of full or empty

glasses, depending on which direction they headed.

“It always gets busy around Christmas,” explained miss Jaguar

with her hand resting on my knee.

I crossed my legs tightening the short black leather skirt and

letting my high heeled ankle boot bounce as she tickled me. Miss

Jaguar liked me to wear black leather so that people could see

that I belonged to her.

Paulo made no effort to hide his tedium, as he sipped at his

beer.

Lynda and me had a glass of Cinzano with lemonade, ice, lemon and

a little umbrella on the top. Miss Jaguar was chugging brandy

back like there was no tomorrow. She had not stopped talking

since we had sat down.

Lynda wore a short black dress with spaghetti straps and I

wondered whether Paulo had made her wear stockings just as Miss

Jaguar had insisted with me. I told her how we are allowed to

wear tights when skirts are this short but she gave me that

certain look and I knew what was required.

“You know, I fell for her as soon as I saw her. Didn’t I

darling,” Miss Jaguar lifted up my chin.

“Yes Miss Jaguar.”

“That was the sissy for me, I said as soon as I spanked her on

her very first day.”

Paulo laughed, Lynda blushed and sipped at her drink.

“And I even spanked her tonight before we came out didn’t I

darling?”

With her finger under my blushing face I managed a giggle and a

“yes Miss Jaguar.”

“All because she was late getting to my room. And then we had

this commotion about stockings or tights. I ask you!”

Paulo dropped his beer glass hard on the table. “That’s nothing.

I had to spank my tramp because she wanted to wear a trouser

suit!”

“Paulo!” Lynda sat up straight, her eyes wide with shock.

Miss Jaguar leaned closer to him. “It is never wasted on them.”

Lynda and I looked at each other and raised our eyebrows.

“Men!” she whispered to me.

“Mistresses!” I whispered back.

“Do you fancy a game of pool Paulo?” Miss Jaguar asked eagerly.

“I am the champion here.”

Paulo emptied his drink down his throat and rose. “Not for long

you’re not.”

My heart beat fast. They were leaving us. We could have a chat

and I could ask Lynda to release me from ‘The Hotel’. It was all

working out. Usually my plans end in disaster and a sore bottom

but here, for once, I was winning!

Miss Jaguar stood at the bar and called over the bar maid,

whispering something in her ear.

I turned to Lynda, there was not a moment to lose. “Please Miss

Johnson I need some help.”

Lynda smiled, patted my bare arm, before saying, “and so do I. I

have to choose a dress for the Christmas party from The Hotel’s

Adult Wardrobe Collection and I know you are good at things like

that so if …”

“No!” I squealed. “It’s more important than what dresses we are

wearing tomorrow!”

Miss Jaguar leaned across the table with something the barmaid

had given her. I recognised it immediately. It was a gag with a

small dildo.

“Open tramp.”

I dutifully opened my mouth and she pushed the short dildo in and

tugged the leather straps behind my head. I heard the lock

clicking home.

I ducked my head down in shame.

“There,” announced Miss Jaguar, “no whittering on and on about

shoes and handbags.”

Paulo laughed. “That’s a great idea. Can I have one?”

Moments later a laughing Paulo and Miss Jaguar sauntered off to

the games room leaving us both gagged in the corner of the bar.

I stole an embarrassed look at my wife who simply blushed and sat

back with a resigned look in her eyes.

I folded my arms and crossed my legs. “Humph!” I hated Miss

Jaguar and her silly pranks!

Of course everyone in the bar thought it was hilarious that two

women were sitting at a table together but couldn’t chatter to

each other. Believe it or not even a cheeky maid called Julia

came up to us giggled as she asked if we wanted any other drinks.

Of course everyone thought this was hilarious.

Ooooooh!

5.

Christmas Day.

The conference room had been turned into a wonderful Christmas

setting with the huge tree erected and maids darting about

everywhere putting up last minute decorations and hurriedly

laying the tables for Christmas dinner.

I must say I was quite taken up with the buzz of the place and

made an extra effort at putting the baubles on the tree.

Fortunately Miss Jaguar was too drunk the previous night and had

fallen asleep after tethering me to the bed. So I was neither

spanked nor shagged but I was left feeling very horny. I was even

smiling at the two workmen who had been so helpful in setting up

the electrics for the tree lights. But they were quite smitten

with Samantha and Julia so I had to keep an eye out for a nice

adult who was at a loose end.

Miss Evans strolled around examining the details: a fork here,

piece of tinsel there.

I swallowed and took my chance. I nipped up beside her and

curtsied quickly. “Please Miss Evans may I have a word?”

“Oh not now girl? Oh you again. You are more trouble than you are

worth. Now look at that tree.”

I gave the huge tree a quick glance. It looked pretty enough with

its lights and trimmings.

“What can I do to really lift it? Make this a special Christmas

for our guests?”

“Please Miss Evans I haven’t spoken to Miss Johnson yet …”

“Who? Oh yes. Remember they are on holiday girl. The last thing

they want to endure is you prattling at them while they are

trying to unwind. A man and a woman should be left alone together

to enjoy each others company.”

“Oh indeed yes, Miss Evans but …”

“Debbie! Ask one of the Mistress Cats to give your bottom six

swats for being lippy and do not approach me until new year.” She

marched away, stopped and then walked back. “I mean new year in

a decades time!”

I bobbed a “yes Miss Evans.”

Damn. I now only had a few hours before Christmas dinner. I knew

everyone would be partying until late and I would never be able

to speak to her.

Worse, I now had to find a Mistress Cat to spank me!

The only mistress in the room was Miss Cougar the new Mistress

Cat. The last thing I wanted was her beating me. The new cats are

always too enthusiastic.

I picked up a box of rubbish and walked to Miss Cougar.

“Permission please Miss Tiger to take the litter out.”

“Granted.”

I wiggled away from her. I can have good ideas sometimes, though

I knew I should get an adult’s advice before acting on any

initiative. I needed to be spanked quickly so that I could

continue my quest to find Lynda.

I marched around the hotel with the box of rubbish. Usually maids

aren’t stopped if they look as though they are busy doing

something.

At last I saw Mistress Tiger coming out of the laundry room.

Through the open door I just caught site of a maid crying and

rubbing her bottom before it was closed. Good she may have worn

out her arm. She would be the ideal Mistress Cat to spank me.

I bobbed quickly and said. “If it pleases Miss Tiger …”

And then I saw Lynda near the Adult’s Wardrobe Room at the end of

the corridor next to the games rooms. Being a maid I had never

been in the Adults wardrobe room but I had heard that it is full

of wonderful dresses and outfits, some of which are elegant

rather than merely slutty.

“What is it,” she glanced own at my name tag, “Debbie?”

“Er…” Lynda was carrying a red long dress on a hanger. Damn. I

had to catch her. I looked back at Miss Tiger and smiled. “Oh.

Permission to take this rubbish outside.”

“Carry on and hurry back to your chores.”

“Yes Miss Tiger, thank you, Miss Tiger.”

I raced along the corridor tripping in my heels; the spanking

would have to wait.

Lynda disappeared through the door towards reception.

I opened the door onto the swarms of residents heading to the bar

for a pre Christmas drink.

I craned my neck and stood up on my toes peering over the crowds.

I caught sight of Lynda taking the stairs.

I squeezed through the hoards feeling the usual hand beneath my

skirt. I counted five pinches before I reached the wide

staircase.

I darted upstairs with the box.

“Debbie!”

I recognized Miss Jaguars voice at once, not least because my

heart missed a beat. I pretended I had not heard her and raced

on. My boobs always bounced like jellies when running upstairs,

the adults like that. It makes them laugh but right now I felt

they were slowing me down more than my heels.

There was no one on the first floor so I took the next set of

steps.

“Debbie?” Miss Jaguar was following me. Oh no. My chance would be

lost.

I dashed up the next flight with my boobs jiggling in front of

me. Pretty soon I would be free and then I would be able to get

rid of the breasts once and for all.

On the next floor I saw Lynda half way down the corridor opening

her door and entering her room.

“Miss Johnson!”

I raced down the corridor the rubbish in the box spilling

everywhere. I reached her door. I was breathless. I knocked it

hard.

“Debbie!” Miss Jaguar was standing near the stairwell, legs

apart, hands on hips. “Are you ignoring me?”

The door opened and Paulo stood there in his boxers with his all

too obvious male equipment creating mountain of a bulge.

“Debbie? We’re busy right now. Piss off.”

He slammed the door in my face.

With tears in my eyes I banged on the door.

It opened with Lynda looking very concerned. “Debbie what is it?”

Paulo placed an arm around her waist. “Come on tramp, you can

chat to her later.”

“Please miss Johnson I have something to say to you! Yowl!”

The crop had slashed across the back of my thighs.

I turned with my eyes swimming in tears. “Please Miss Jaguar I

just wanted a word with.. Ouch!”

“This is outrageous!” Miss Jaguar sliced at my thigh again. “A

maid disturbing guests at The Hotel. Worse. My maid!”

Lynda edged forwards, “it’s all right Miss Jaguar. Really. We

weren’t busy.”

Paulo tugged her back into the room. “Yeh but we were about to

be.”

He took my wife into his arms and gave her a huge wet kiss. At

first she pushed at his shoulders and kicked her feet as she

howled into his mouth. Finally she became limp and ran her hands

through his dark curly hair. Her moans became whimpers and when

Paulo pulled his mouth from hers she was left breathless and

sleepy with sexual desire.

I guess that is how I look when an adult is teasing me.

The door closed.

I looked up at the furious Miss Jaguar.

“Uhm, please Miss Jaguar, er… there’s been an awful mistake

…”

She nodded. “How dare you embarrass me like this in front of

guests! I’ll make sure you are more sorry than you can ever

imagine!”

I nibbled my lip. “Yes Miss Jaguar.”

Just then the lift opened and Miss Evans marched out. “What is

all this shouting about. Guests may be having a snooze. Debbie!

What are you doing up here? What is all this rubbish doing strewn

over the carpets?”

“I er , er …”

Miss Jaguar tapped my bottom with her cane. “She has been

insolent and naughty.”

Miss Evans shook her head. “She is trouble with a capital ‘T’. I

have just had to send her to a Mistress Cat for a spanking.” Her

eyes narrowed as she marched towards us. “I trust you have asked

for your spanking from a Mistress Cat.”

I looked up at Miss Jaguar whose eyebrows cut down to a ‘v’ shape

with anger. “No. The little minx hasn’t asked me for one.” Miss

Jaguar crowded into me backing me up against the door. “Have you

asked a Mistress Cat for the spanking?”

“Uhm…” I looked from Mrs Evans to Miss Jaguar and back again.

Not being able to think of anything to say I burst into tears.

Miss Evans grabbed my ear so harshly I thought she was going to

tear it off. She raised me on to tip toes and marched me away

from Mistress Jaguar. “Right young lady, I suddenly have an

answer to all our problems.” She tugged me into the lift. “Miss

Jaguar! Come with us. If you wish to take charge of this little

minx I suggest you join us right now!”

6.

Christmas Dinner

Most of the girls in the maid’s wardrobe room were humming with

excitement. Everyone wanted to have a date at Christmas, after

all, who would want to be serving and then sent to bed locked in

a chastity belt at this special time of the year?

That is everyone was excited and happy save me.

As I watched the other girls excitedly pulling on their short

frocks and skirts I was near the back with Miss Jaguar personally

supervising my apparel. I didn’t have good feelings about this.

She had caned me twenty times and later, when I tried to cuddle

up to her, she pushed me away.

She had put me into a white Basque and had squeezed the strings

at the back until I could barely breathe.

“Please Miss Jaguar. It is too tight!!”

Slap. “Quiet girl.” And just for good measure she tugged the

strings another notch tighter.

She gave me sheer white stockings to put on. I couldn’t bend so

I sat on a footstool to pull them up over my smooth legs.

“Hurry it up tramp.”

“Please Miss Jaguar may I know what is to become of me?”

Slap.

Ouch! She always slaps my thigh!

She offered me a pair of white glitzy strappy shoes with a five

inch heel. I pulled them on and tightened the straps. Unusually

there are no locks so I can remove them at will – if I dared!

I stand in my Basque and heels as Miss Jaguar smiles lopsidedly

offering me a mess of pure white taffeta and frills. It isn’t

until I hold it up that I see it’s a cross between a ballerina’s

tutu and a short fairy godmother dress. I step into it and

squeeze it up passed my thighs, tugging it around my boobs until

I can put my arms through the spaghetti straps. It is a mass of

frills with the skirt flared almost to right angles by endless

petticoats. I look in the mirror to see a vision of white

flourishes.

I shift one heeled foot then the other to see that although the

effect is a bit silly and flirty, it is quite flattering. If this

were a usual date night I am sure that I would get an adult to

release me if I were wearing this.

I smile at Miss Jaguar and she tickles me under the chin like a

pet. “Happy darling?”

“Yes,” I reply. I am so relived I thought I was in for some awful

punishment outfit in which I would have to parade around Lynda

and the dreadful Master Paulo. This would not be too bad, a

little embarrassing but then so are most of the outfits in the

wardrobe room.

“Hands!”

Miss Jaguar offers me satin arm length white gloves which I

readily pushed my fingers down experiencing the lush cool

silkiness of the satin.

She buttoned the gloves down along my arm until they hug me like

stockings.

I like this outfit!

She then offered me a hat with a wide brim covered in silvery

tinsel. I placed it on my head and Mistress Jaguar pulls a

glittering white scarf down under my chin, tying it into a bow.

The tinsel falls about my shoulders.

“I’m like a Christmas present!” I giggle.

“Airhead,” dismisses Mistress Jaguar. “Hold out your hands palms

upwards.”

I do as I am told to be horrified at the sight of her squeezing

a tube of super glue over the palms and running a thin stream up

the fingers. Now I am frightened again. I have seen the mistress

cats do awful things to the maids with super glue.

She places the tube on the footstool and holds up two silvery

wands: long slim metal poles with glittering silver stars secured

to their heads. She commands me to grasp them firmly. I do so

feeling the glue squelch around my hands.

“Good girl. Now open your fingers.”

I try to but I merely succeed in shaking the wands around so that

bits of glitter fall about us.

“I can’t mistress.” I feel the familiar wobbles in my stomach.

“Please Miss Jaguar, I don’t like this. I cannot open my hands.”

She strokes my cheek. “Honestly if you weren’t so naughty then

you wouldn’t get into these predicaments would you?”

She puts a hand in my back and propels me to the exit.

“No Miss Jaguar but I don’t mean to be naughty.”

Miss Jaguar laughed and patted my bottom. “I know. And you

wouldn’t be half as much fun if you weren’t so scatty.”

“No Mistress,” I swallowed.

Outside the wardrobe room were the usual groups of adults waiting

for their maids to finish dressing in the outfits that had been

chosen for them. I looked around in vain for a friendly face to

rescue me but all I saw were grins. I heard comments like ‘what

a pretty fairy’.

The dress flounced about my thighs as I pushed it down with my

two helpless glued fists, desperately trying to not reveal my

stocking tops.

We entered the lift with a rather tall maid dressed as a green

and red elf attached to two giggling middle aged women. It took

me a moment to recognise the elf.

“Millicent!”

Miss Jaguar slapped my bottom. “Shut up Debbie.”

“Yes Miss Jaguar.

The ladies looked me from head to foot. “Doesn’t she look cute,”

one said in a European accent. The other replied. “I never saw

the fairy outfit.”

Miss Jaguar held my arm, “she does look cute doesn’t she. The

fairy outfit is for very special occasions and we have special

plans for her today. She has been very naughty.”

One of ladies slapped Millicent’s thigh making her squeal. “Not

as naughty as this mischievous elf I am sure.”

The lift doors opened and Miss Jaguar pushed me into the warm

lobby. “Don’t you believe it.”

Christmas pop music filled The Hotel and grew louder as we

approached the hectic dinning room.

I heard Millicent squeal again before we edged into the

restaurant that I had helped decorate. It was full of guests and

maids and maids on dates in a variety of costumes. It all looked

wonderful with the trimmings and decorations. The tree stood in

the corner with a stepladder and the two workmen Mister Wilkins

and Mr Watson.

I swallowed and tried again to prise open my fingers. They were

not for moving. I waved my fists helplessly and the wands waved

around me sprinkling sparkling dust.

“Debbie!”

It was Lynda my wife. Never had I been so glad to see her. I

pushed up to her and awkwardly put my arms around her kissing her

cheek.

“Miss Johnson,” I squealed. “Please help me.”

Miss Jaguar grabbed my bare arm and guided me away from my wife

towards the tree. “Sorry Lynda but I think you’ll enjoy the

entertainment.”

Paulo was approaching with two glasses of champagne. He eyed me

up and down and laughed so hard he spilled the drinks.

“Please Miss Jaguar you don’t understand. I need to say something

to her.”

“Tell her tomorrow.”

I stumbled on my glittering white heels. “Please Miss Jaguar, you

don’t understand, Miss Johnson is going home tomorrow.”

“They’ll be other times for you girlies to have a chatter.”

Mister Wilkins smirked. “Ah it’s the little tease from

yesterday.”

I blushed red and waved my wand. I saw their eyes light up at my

appearance and instantly recognised this as a situation in which

I could get my belt removed. I posed, one knee in front of the

other, smiling coyly. “I am not a tease!”

“Ha Debbie!”

I recognised the voice before I turned around and curtsied.

“Hello Miss Evans.”

“Don’t you look delightful.”

I bobbed a “yes Miss Evans” and she stood on a small stage next

to the tree where she tapped the microphone. The music was turned

down as her voice echoed around the room. “Ladies, gentlemen and

maids. May I have your attention?”

The cacophony of voices quietened to a hush. Even the maids

stopped serving drinks. All eyes were on the stage.

Miss Evans smiled confidently around the room. “I am so pleased

we have so many guests this year. Every year the number grows. We

must be doing something right.”

There was a general agreement and I did not feel it an

appropriate moment to disagree.

“Now we have guests; we have food; we have maids to serve the

food. We have decorations. We have a Christmas tree. Can anyone

see what we are missing?”

I glanced about me but could not see anything untoward. Oddly a

lot of people were grinning and pointing at me.

“That’s right. You’ve got it. A fairy for the top of the tree!”

I looked up the fifteen foot tree but could not see a fairy. She

was right. It was missing.

“Now where can we find a fairy on Christmas day?”

Everyone indicated me and shouted “there, there.” The room

bellowed with laughter. I blushed and grinned.

“Exactly!” announced Miss Evans. “Step up here Debbie.”

Mister Wilkins and Mister Watson lifted me onto the stage to

general applause.

“What a pretty fairy.”

My cheeks were scolding red at this point. I could not bring

myself to look at the cheering crowd. I tucked my chin into the

bulky frills of my dress and raised my hands. I only succeeded in

waving the wands casting glitter on those nearest us.

“Now for the fairy to be fitted to the top of the tree she needs

one or two adjustments.”

Fitted to the tree? Adjustments? I swallowed hard. I didn’t like

the sound of this at all.

“Bend her over gentlemen.”

The two men arched me forwards and twisted me so that my frilly

white knickers faced the audience.

“Panties down!”

Another cheer. I closed my eyes feeling tears forming. Why was I

so naughty? Why did I get into so much trouble?

I felt the men tugging my knickers down to my ankles, the tight

elastic snapping around my legs.

“Lubricate her holder.”

Holder? I looked up to see Miss Jaguar carefully lubing what

looked like a short butt plug with a flattened base. I could see

that it was hollow with grooves running up the inside. I wondered

what they for.

“Insert!”

Miss Jaguar disappeared behind me and with only a little effort

pushed home the dildo.

“Ooh yes, yes, please, more,” I chorused with my well-rehearsed

mantra. It was impossible to insert anything in my mouth or anus

without me automatically reciting the noises by rote.

“Knickers up! Maid to be returned to an upright position.”

The men pulled me up straight leaving me feel the awful cold wet

invader slipping around inside me. The dildo was unable to rise

any further because of the flattened plate and unable to be

ejected because of its size above the tiny stem part.

There was general applause.

“Put her into position!”

I squealed as the men lifted me up and carried me up the wide

stepladder to the top of the tree.

I hated heights. I waved my wands about helplessly looking at a

grinning Miss Jaguar below as she shook her head at me.

We passed through the ferns and branches to the very top. It

seemed awfully high up here. The ceiling was only another six

feet above us.

“I’ve got her,” cried Mister Watson as he held me aloft with his

hands under my arms.

“Good, hold her steady,” Mister Wilkins replied as he pulled down

the top of the tree which I could now see had a thick metal screw

attached to it.

“Ups a daisy.” They said as they lifted me perilously over the

tree and settled my butt plug over the metal screw. They then

lined us up and twisted me around in dizzying circles screwing me

to the tree.

“Oh no. Please. How will I get down?”

“There’s going to be a raffle for you babe!” Mister Wilkins said

with a leer as he helped me balance on the top of the tree.

Mister Watson pushed my white heeled feet into two hanging

stirrups, “and I am buying ten tickets!”

“Oh. Ooooo!” as they released me I felt my weight settle on the

butt plug. I straighten myself in the stirrups to balance myself

by waving my wands about.

The men climbed back down the ladder chuckling to each other.

Applause rippled around the room, with wolf whistles and cheers.

When they reached the bottom, they folded the stepladder and

carried it from the room.

Miss Evans tapped the mic again. “So now we have our fairy — the

festivities can begin!” She waved an arm: bunting, balloons and

tinsel fell from the ceiling. The music was turned up louder than

before.

I wriggled on the plug and involuntary said aloud. “Oooh yes.

More.” I went to put my hand to my mouth and almost stabbed

myself with the wand. Thus I was sent shaking back and fore on

the treetop with my wands waving helplessly to balance myself.

The dildo shifting oily inside me. “Oooh yes. Mmmm.” I felt my

penis, I mean my little clitty, harden in its device. It even

dribbled into my knickers. “Oh, yes.”

I must keep still or else …oooooh. There I went again, flying

in a small tight circle while I helplessly waved my hands. “Oh

yes.”

I straightened my legs to alleviate the pressure on my bottom

making the butt plug slide downwards. “Oh, Oh”

Glancing around the room I saw everyone tucking into the first

course. Maids fled back and fore to the kitchens on their endless

procession.

The diners were too busy to notice me.

I saw the maids released on dates kneeling obediently next to the

seats of the adults who had signed them out. I saw the huge

variety of costumes, nurses, waitresses, schoolgirls and lingerie

of all descriptions.

I nibbled my lip and felt my eyes getting hot. Had I been better

behaved I could be one of those free maids looking forward to the

possibility of being released and being satisfied.

Near the window someone was looking at me. A man! Perhaps he

would win me in the raffle. Then at least I would get released.

I certainly deserved it and I would point this out to the winner

in no uncertain terms. I waved my wands at him and tried to pose

but just swayed unceremoniously around.

Then I saw that the man was that horrible Paulo. He toasted a

glass of champagne at me and I stuck out my tongue at him. He

laughed and as my wife patted his arm to discourage him making

fun of me he took her in his arms and engaged her in a full mouth

on mouth kiss. It was then that I saw a maid dressed as a bunny

girl kneeling next to them. It was Samantha! They were going to

entertain themselves with her tonight.

I was furious. So jealous! It should have been me. I am sure that

Lynda would have been sympathetic to my needs and even Paulo

would have let me come once he had humiliated me.

I was determined never to be naughty ever again.

The tree swayed and I waved my arms. “Ooh, wow. Please. More.”

The end.

May your Christmas be less eventful than poor Debbie’s.

Deborah Ford.

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