The Hotel Transform Stories

The Hotel part six

As ever, it may be best to read parts one to five first in order
not to spoil any surprises. It is a story of femdom, enforced
tv, cuckoldry and sissification.

Thank you again for your complimentary reviews. They do
encourage me to write more. I think Miss Evans or Miss Steel
will be replying to some of your reviews in a future posting at
Fictionmania.

Story so far: James now the obedient little maid Debbie is
forced to face up to passing through the dreaded point at the
hands of his wife’s lover. Fortunately he is comforted in his
ordeal by a Mistress.
———————

Only Trisha and I were allowed out that night so poor Samantha
would have to put up with the stupid Sally who was still
convinced that someone would spot the ‘error’ soon and release
her.

As we made our way to the Wardrobe Room, with me in dread as to
what I would be forced to wear, I confided in Trisha about my
predicament.

Trisha shrugged. “We all have to go through it. Better up there
than being bored by the silly slut sally,” said trying to make
me laugh.

It was not successful. I was as frightened as ever. I stamped my
foot in sudden anger and despair. “it is not fair!” I blurted
out before looking warily around to make sure that the corridors
were clear. Thankfully no one else heard me so I continued in a
whisper, “every one gets the better of me. Everyone beats me and
humiliates me. Everyone expects me to be grateful for it. Where
will it end!”

Trisha leaned closer and whispered, “not for me for much
longer.”

“O? Is someone going to take you out of here?”

“Yes me!” She declared quietly, her voice barely audible. “I
have a plan. I know how to escape from here.”

Escape! I gasped. I could not see how. How would she get her
chastity belt off? Where would she go? How would she get out of
the Hotel?

But with that the Wardrobe Room door opened and Miss Tiger
beckoned us in. I would find out from her later. If she could
get out then so could I!

In the changing room I saw another tearful girl obviously
getting ready for the point. She was dressed as a showgirl with
high cut costume and a tall plume of feathers in her hair. She
looked ridiculous. Oh what had Paulo set up for me? I had
butterflies in my stomach as I stood expectantly before Miss
Tiger.

She smirked at me. “Special night tonight slut?”

“Yes mistress,” I curtsied.

She chuckled evilly. “Well your master says to go as you are.”

I stood perplexed before her.

She rolled her eyes to the ceiling as if I were the stupidest
person in the world. She should meet Sally!

“He wants you as a maid, silly slut.”

A maid! I was to face the Point as nothing more than an ordinary
domestic maid. The bastard

“But before you go,” Miss Tiger continued, “I have a message
from a Mistress Shania in the penthouse. She wants you to call
in before you pass the point. Wants to laugh at you I expect. So
run along now!”

What Mistress Shania want with me? Could she be about to rescue
me?

———————–

I knocked on Mistress Shania’s door and it was opened by a maid
with mascara and tear lined face. Around her neck hung a sign
with the hand written message: ‘stupid slut’.

Well she must be a pretty stupid slut to upset Mistress Shania.
She seemed so nice and cool.

“Mistress Shania,” I said with a smile. I wanted to smile to
show her that I was not a maid on duty.

She seemed to shake at the mention of the name and with a glance
at my name badge disappeared beyond an inner door. As she turned
I noticed that the back of her skirt was rucked up. I thought at
first that she must have caught it in her knickers, perhaps
dressing hurriedly after going to the toilet. Then I realized
that the skirt was in fact pinned up to reveal her thong clad
bottom. Across her white derriere was a series of criss cross
stripes. They did not look like the stripes from a cane. I
wondered what could have caused them.

I heard her timid nervous voice say, “a maid called Debbie at
the door Mistress.”

The reply was pretty brusque, “then show her in your stupid
slut.”

This could not be the nice Mistress Shania I had seen being so
cool in Miss Steel’s office, nor the thoughtful Mistress Shania
who had sent me the nice roses.

Perhaps I had the wrong room.

Moments later the silly maid with the sign bouncing off her
boobs had shown me into the sitting room of the penthouse. I
must say she had a huge, very neat brightly decorated room. It
must cost more than the others I had seen.

Mistress Shania was sitting on a sofa her legs crossed below a
short tight skirt. I had forgotten how small she was. Barely
five foot. Her hair was black and neat around her pretty face.
She lit up the room with a most welcoming smile.

I smiled back and curtsied as if I was on duty. I could be
really foolish sometimes.

She patted the sofa next to her and I sat down feeling somewhat
nervous.

“You do look smart in your uniform dear,” she said sweetly.

“Oh thank you Mistress Shania,” I gushed. “but I am not on duty,
you know.”

She laughed, “I know that. I suppose the man has had you dress
as a maid for your meeting tonight.”

“Yes Mistress Shania,” I said feeling embarrassed. I wished I
could have worn something smarter for her…

“Never mind dear, men are so wicked when they are taking you
maids through The Point.”

“Yes,” I said breathlessly desperate to get into her good books.

“I have told Miss Steel on many occasions that it should be a
Mistress who takes a maid through such an important rite of
passage.”

“Yes Mistress,” I nodded, though I was not totally clear what
she was talking about.

“Have a glass of wine before you go up, give you some courage,”
she smiled.

Before I could reply I realised that she had not asked me if I
wanted a glass she simply ordered it for me from the maid with
the sign. Again as the maid rushed to fulfil the instruction I
was able to view the handiwork across her bottom. Someone had
been very cruel to her. I wondered whether the nice Mistress
Shania had sent her to one of the Mistress Cats for punishment
because they can be truly sadistic.

It was then that I noticed yet another maid standing facing the
corner. She had not moved nor said anything since I had entered
the room but simply stood stock still, hands on head.

I wondered how many others there might be dotted around Mistress
Shania’s apartment.

I jumped as I felt a hand on my knee and Mistress Shania laughed
gaily putting me at my ease. I crossed my stockinged legs so
that she could push her hand further up if she wanted. After all
she had been very nice to me.

“Now a word of advice dear,” she whispered as the two glasses of
wine arrived, “do exactly as he says. If you try to argue or
desist in any way he can actually call the entire affair to a
halt. Then where would you be? Eh?”

I shook my head not knowing, though feeling that I ought to
know.

“You would remain locked up for longer and we don’t want that do
we?”

“No Mistress Shania we certainly don’t!” I babbled in agreement.

“So do as he says and that will ensure it passes quickly. I
suspect that he will be anxious to make you look somewhat
foolish in front of the woman you arrived with.”

“My wife,” I cut in quickly, “well Miss Johnson, well that’s not
her real name, that was her name before she married me…”

She cut off my prattle with a roar of laughter and a wave of her
hand, “wife indeed! Oh how amusing I wish I could be there.
Still, you behave and it will pass very quickly.”

I wondered what had amused her so much. After all it was a
dreadful ordeal I was about to face. Being degraded in front of
my wife and by her lover to boot.

“When he has finished with you and sent you on your way I want
you to come here and tell me all about it. Get it off your
lovely chest,” she smiled warmly at me and patted my thigh.

“Thank you Mistress Shania, I would like that.”

“Good,” with that she reached across and kissed me lightly on my
lips. My heart thumped like a bass drum and I was left
breathless and staggered.

She stood up sipping her wine and I suddenly realised that our
meeting was at an end.

I stood up, my own glass untouched on the table, and patted down
the front of my skirt.

“So later then,” she said firmly before turning to the shaking
maid with the board hanging around her neck. “Show Debbie to the
door please.”

The maid curtseyed very prettily I thought and led me towards
the doors.

“And be smart about it too, slut,” Mistress Shania’s voice had
fallen to a cold threat, “I haven’t finished with you yet!”

The maid went wide eyed with fear and curtsied again, “Yes
Mistress.”

Once outside her door I thought about how strange the meeting
had been. But I was pleased I to have a friend like her who I
could see after my trial with Paulo and Miss Johnson.

I pushed my hair into place in front of a mirror in the corridor
and heard a loud crack, like a gunshot. I heard a feminine
squeal of pain. I looked back at the door that had closed behind
me and my tummy turned over. What on earth was happening in
there. The silly slut must have done something really awful to
have upset such a nice lady as Mistress Shania.

———————-

I was soon outside the room door I most dreaded. My knees could
barely support me. Somewhere deep inside I found myself hoping
that my wife would call an end to al this silliness and that we
would both go home.

If only I had never talked her into this holiday. A few days as
a maid was all I wanted not a week. Or was it longer now. It was
so difficult to keep check of time when you don’t see any
newspapers, television or listen to the radio.

I knocked the door.

For a moment there was silence. I was to be spared!

Then my wife’s familiar voice. “Come in.”

Linda! I burst open the door. She would be on her own. Cases
packed ready to leave. We would have a good laugh at her teasing
me and we’d be home in a couple of hours.

Horrifyingly she was not alone. Paulo was slumped in a chair
near the balcony wearing jeans and a shirt but no socks or
shoes. Linda came in from the balcony in the short dress she had
worn earlier, her legs bare.

I closed the door but for one heart pounding moment of madness
I thought I would run away. But where could I run? It would only
lead to a punishment session with one of the ladies who ran the
place and then I would be returned to them.

Paulo grinned wickedly at me, reveling in my discomfort. I
noticed that Linda seemed more sympathetic. She sat on the arm
of his chair and he automatically snaked his muscular arm about
her as if claiming his property.

Bastard! One day when I was free from this horrible place I
would tell him in no uncertain terms that I thought he nothing
but a big, arrogant bully. That would teach him!

He crooked his finger at me and I nervously drew closer to him.
But he wanted me even closer and he crooked his finger to beckon
me forward. Now I was stood right before him my knees feeling
like sponges.

He then pointed down at the floor between his legs.

My head was swirling with fear. He had total control. How I
wished Mistress Shania could be here to protect and look after
me.

I fell to my knees before him feeling the thick carpet through
my nylons. I spread my skirt out neatly across my thighs and
looked up at him.

I noticed that Linda was watching every moment with scientific
interest.

“Do you like the outfit I chose for you slut?” he asked coldly.

My mouth went dry but I managed to say “yes Master.” I know I
was off duty but I also knew what were the best words to placate
him in this situation.

He pulled Linda tightly to him, “Miss Johnson though of
something a little more conservative but I knew a tart like you
would want to reveal yourself in your favorite clothes.”

“Yes Sir.”

He picked up a small key from the table next to him. It
glistened in the late evening sun. “This slut, is what you want
more than anything else in the world.”

The key to my chastity belt! There it was inches from my nose.

“And you,” he mocked, “are not even allowed to touch it.”

“No sir.”

“You have no control over your little clitty at all.”

“No sir,” I felt a sob in my throat but swallowed it. I must be
brave before my wife.

“Every one else has access to you whenever they want. Every
adult in this building can make you orgasm but you, slut, cannot
even touch yourself down there.”

“Yes sir.” How his words hurt. Here I was indeed unable to even
touch it, whilst, as he had so cruelly pointed out, everyone
else could unlock it and play with it. Worse I would have be
grateful to them for doing so.

Linda leaned forwards, her eyes full of concern, “are you sure
you want to go ahead with this Debbie?”

I closed my eyes, my head in whirl. The answer was so difficult.
Yes, I was desperate to cum. I was hurting to be allowed to cum,
for some sexual release. But did I want this? Did I want some
horrible man to take control of me in front of my wife?

“Of course she does,” laughed Paulo. “Don’t you slut!” he
demanded.

I nodded and whispered, “yes sir.” What else could I say. As
Mistress Shania had said: just behave and I could be out of this
much quicker than if I misbehaved.

Paulo rose so that his groin was flung in to my face. I toppled
back on to my heels humiliated.

“So tonight I have two tramps to play with.”

Linda slapped his arm good-naturedly and giggled, “you bastard!”

He obviously enjoyed that and smirked in a maddeningly superior
way.

“I will prove it to you,” he said grabbing her around her
slender waist and crushing her boobs up against his chest. “We
will see which of you begs most for it!”

She put her small hands onto his shoulders and glared warily at
him. “You didn’t say anything about that!”

Abruptly he kissed her. I don’t mean a little peck like Mistress
Shania had done to me. This was a full force, animal passion,
tongue in the deep end, kiss.

I looked up from on my knees holding my breath as he French
kissed her until she was left gasping. Her blue eyes looked
sheepishly up at him and then she smiled and stood on her toes
to kiss him again but this time he pulled her away. She was left
hot and frustrated in his arms.

I clenched my fists desperate to control myself. If I said
anything to defend her then I would end up over his knee.

In one deft move he pulled down the zip at the rear of my wife’s
dress. As she was still numbed by his fierce kiss the first
thing she knew about it was when it cascaded around her ankles.

She threw her hands up to her shoulder height and squealed:
“oooh.”

I wondered if she had been taught my Miss Harrington. Certainly
my teacher would have been proud at her motion of surrender. It
was textbook stuff.

So now Linda stood in his arms in just her white knickers and
bra and high heels.

“Thanks for stripping me before the staff!” she smiled at him,
her cheeks darkening into a delightful pink blush.

He kissed her nose. “You forget that Debbie is not staff
tonight! She is our guest. I have dressed her as a maid as that
is the most appropriate outfit she should ever wear. She wont
forget tonight and nor now will you!”

Their guest! Stuck on my knees at his feet whilst he plays with
my wife! Some guest.

“Stand up Debbie.”

I rose to my high heeled feet still inches shorter than Paulo.
I only came up to his shoulders.

“Now Debbie it is your turn,” he reached behind me fixing my
eyes with his dark evil stare.

I felt my dress falling loose as the zip descended. I wanted to
instinctively grab it, stop it falling. However looking in to
his determined eyes I dared not even flinch as it I felt its
silky material descended about my body to my ankles.

I now stood in my waist cincher, bra knickers, suspenders and
stockings.

He gripped my arm in his hand and swung me about. “look even her
arse is like a woman’s!” He announced triumphantly.

I heard Linda giggle, “don’t Paulo.”

“You have had some dance lessons by now?” He asked as he dragged
me by my arm over to the hi fi.

“Yes sir,” I admitted. Oh no. Please do not make me dance.

He pushed play on the hifi and a girl band started some rhythmic
dance number.

My hips started swaying in time immediately just as Miss
Harrington had trained them.

He stepped back and declared, “dance for us slut!”

My training took over as the music washed through my entire
body. I danced hotly and provocatively. I knew no other way. The
terrible mortification of dancing like this before my wife and
her lover riddled me with shame but there was nothing I could
do. It was if my body had become a puppet and anyone could
master it. Even the strings of pop music could tug it around.

As I wriggled shamefully before them desperately hoping that
they liked my dancing I could hear them making out on the bed.
The bed springs jumped and jingled as they collapsed onto it.

I opened my eyes to see them rolling around enmeshed together
like animals. I felt my little clitty stirring in its confines.
I was desperate to rub it but did not dare without permission
from one of the adults in the room.

I heard a guttural female voice I barely recognised saying
Paulo’s name over and over.

“Do you want my big cock inside you?” I heard him ask.

“Oh yes, yes, fill me please, oh please.”

He laughed at his triumph, “slut come here. There is room for
two sluts on this bed.”

“Yes sir, I said skipping over to the bed leaving the music
pounding.

He grabbed my wrist and hauled me over my wife onto the other
side of the bed.

“Do you want to be allowed to come little slut?” he asked me.

I felt my little clitty being squeezed by its restraint. “Oh yes
sir.” I wriggled closer to him to encourage him to unlock me.
Surely my time was close now.

He held up the key and showed me it. “I know what you need,” he
laughed and then he looked down at Linda, “and I know what you
need.”

She closed her eyes and murmured, “please.”

Satisfied with her response he turned back to me. “I think that
you should ask Miss Johnson for release don’t you?” His face was
darkened by an ugly smirk.

I looked at my lovely writhing wife her naked legs curling and
straightening around his jean clad legs. She looked at me and
smiled gently, “it’s all right.”

I smiled back. I had so much in common with her. We were both at
the mercy of this arrogant male brute. We both needed him in
order to achieve sexual satisfaction.

“Go on ask her,” he insisted.

“Please Miss Johnson will you release me,” I asked.

Paulo was impatient with me. “Stupid slut I am not letting her
have a say in this. No. You must get her to ask me permission
for you to be released,” he declared.

I did not like the idea of that but Linda still smiled warmly at
me.

“Please Miss Johnson,” I asked plaintively, my mouth dry with
the shame, “will you ask Sir to release me.”

She rolled her eyes up to look at the ceiling and laughed, “I’ll
think about it.”

I gasped in horror but she laughed until tears came, “I am only
joking you silly tart!” She rolled over and kissed me chastely
on my nose. “Of course I will.”

I watched with anxious dread as my wife made my case to him.

She put her arms about his neck and smiled flirtatiously at him.
“Please dear kind sir…”

“Good start,” he grinned.

“..will you release this poor little maid from her misery and
allow her to cum?”

“I don’t know,” he said shaking his head.

Oh no! I wriggled up to Linda, “ask him again, please!”

“All right!” She said impatiently to me before turning to look
back up at her lover. “Please, pretty, pretty please will you
release this poor silly slut’s lock and allow her to cum. I am
sure she will be extra special good to you.”

Paulo obviously thought this to be the funniest joke he had ever
heard. He laughed, his muscular frame shaking. “Ok. If you put
it like that.”

He pushed my shoulder hard so that I fell onto my back my palms
falling back at shoulder height as submissively as Miss Evans
had told me during my examination.

“Spread your slutty legs,” he barked.

I did so immediately. Oh, please, please, I was thinking. Is he
really going to allow me to cum. Oh, please let it happen.

“Two sluts with their legs spread for me,” he gloated.

I heard Linda giggle, and as a distant thought I wondered why I
had never been so dominant with her.

“Ouch!” I screeched. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He
had just pinched the inside of my thigh and it stung like a wasp
had hit it.

“When I said spread your legs slut, I don’t mean pretend to!
Right tramp? Tell him.”

I heard Linda moan and then whisper hoarsely, “yes sir, a tramp
should always spread her legs for her man to get easy access.”

I could not believe that she had said that! However I quickly
spread my legs further apart. I felt his hot breath on my face.

“Did you hear what the other slut said slut?”

“Yes sir,” I said fearfully stretching my legs even wider apart.
My suspenders stretched from the corset.

He chuckled, “then repeat it for me.”

Oh god what did she say? What were her words. Oh why did he not
realize that I was a bimbo who could not repeat anything these
days! “Erm, a tramp should spread her legs for her man,” I tried
fearfully.

“Not bad,” he grinned, “but try this: a tramp should always
spread her legs for her man to get easy access.”

I cleared my throat and closed my eyes, “a tramp should always
spread her legs for her man to get easy access.”

He rubbed my stockinged thigh, “good little slut. I have two
clever, obedient sluts here. What have I got girls?”

“Two clever, obedient sluts sirs,” we both chimed.

For some reason Linda found all of this hysterically funny. For
my part I was dead scared that he would send me away or beat me
before he had allowed me to cum.

I felt his hands moving between my legs. Oh was this to be the
moment? Was I reaching The Point?

I heard the lock clink apart. The tube was drawn away, I ensured
that my palms were at shoulder height at all times. I must not
make a single mistake now.

I opened my eyes to see him kneeling back between my wife’s ‘y’
shaped legs. “Well, my slut here told me it was small, but in
Jesus name! I have seen clits bigger than that!”

I knew that I was not well endowed but Linda had always been
kind to me about it. I could see that Paulo was going to exhibit
no restraint! He chuckled as he played with it. I could feel it
rising between his finger and thumb.

I closed my eyes and jerked my hips upwards. If I could get a
bit more friction I would be able to cum and get it all over and
done with. However when I pushed up he took his hand away
denying me the pressure I needed.

I lay back defeated and in need.

“You’ll have to tell me when your clitty is big enough slut,” he
spat sarcastically, “otherwise I won’t know when to let you
cum!”

“Oh Paulo!” Linda slapped his arm playfully, “this is very
difficult for him!”

The mood changed like a pencil snapping. Paulo was angry. I held
my breath as he turned on Linda. “Listen you stupid little
slut…”

How could he call her that in front of me! One day I would
really tell him off!

“…. Do not ever refer to this stupid maid as a ‘he’ again!” he
said it with such menace that I watched Linda wince and curl
herself up around him in an effort to make herself as small as
possible.

“Get up on all fours!” he barked at her.

“Oh Paulo no,” she looked self consciously at me, “not in front
of .. her .. you know … the maid.”

“Quickly slut!”

Linda turned over and crawled onto all fours her white knicker
clad arse facing him, her reddening face towards the bed head.
Paulo climbed off the bed and unthreaded the belt form his
jeans. Oh no! Poor Linda. And it was all my fault! I wished I
was not so stupid, then I might be able to think of some way of
defending her.

“Please Paulo,” she whined piteously, “not in front of Debbie.”

Paulo smirked unpleasantly. “Oh? And why? You watched her
getting beaten didn’t you?”

It seemed to be a telling argument and she turned her head back
around to stare abjectly at the bed.

“Come to think of it, I might as well sort you both out
together. You pair of sluts!”

I instinctively knew he was referring to me and stared horrified
at him.

“On all fours next to the other slut.”

I turned over quickly. I had learnt the hard way that there was
never any point in arguing over these instructions. I climbed
onto all fours.

“Get closer you sluts so that you are touching.”

Linda and I wriggled closer together until I felt her warm body
up against mine. We looked at each other and both smiled
bravely.

The belt cracked across both our arses at once. We yowled and
Paulo laughed, as if pleased with himself. He struck us again.
In exactly the same way the belt lay across both our bottoms at
once. We howled like wolves.

“This is excellent. Punishing two sluts for the price of one.”

We were given six slaps across our bottoms in all, the final one
being right on the under side of the cheeks making us squeal in
unison.

He knelt down next to Linda who was, like me, sobbing. “So are
you ever going to think of her as anything other than a bimbo
slut?”

“Oh no, kind sir,” she said and reached out to kiss him. I
sensed that she was on fire with passion.

“Both of you on your backs where you belong. Legs spread like
the sluts you know you are.”

We complied together, me ensuring that my hands were near my
shoulders and legs parted.

He climbed between my wife’s spread legs and brutally pulled off
her knickers. He reached beneath her and tore off her bra. Linda
sighed and gasped at the double assault.

“Slut I know what you want!”

She gasped and reached up to his shirt tearing at his buttons.
I lay there hoping that they would not forget me in their
passion. I moaned to remind them of my presence. But they were
too far gone. She undid as many buttons on his shirt as here
fumbling fingers could so that his rich hairy chest showed
through. She then wrestled with his trousers. Pulling at the
snapper and unzipping them, moaning all the time.

He helped her pull them down and dragged them off so that his
hairy muscular frame was now in only underwear and a shirt that
was held together by a single button. For the first time I could
see the size of his manhood and gasped. It bulged out of his
tight Calvin Klines like a firm animal.

In a single move he entered her and she gasped, grabbing him
tightly to her.

I was left as spectator. I needed to cum far more than either of
them! I could feel my single opportunity disappearing before me.
I edged up closer and whispered “please”.

But my wife was also gasping ‘please, oh yes’ far more than I.
I was desperate for his attention.

“Please make me cum,” I said despairingly to him.

I must have said it louder than I intended because he turned to
face me and even Linda stopped bucking and looked around.

“Ha yes,” he smiled, “my other slut. Good girl for not touching
your own clitty. Only I can make you cum. Only I can give you
pleasure.”

“Yes sir,” I readily agreed and bucked my own hips up to him to
in order to offer him my own little clitty.

He took a light hold of it and I immediately started moving my
hips to generate friction.

“Naughty girl. Move only when told. Ok slut?”

I nodded breathlessly lying on my back, stocking legs spread
desperate to buck and using all my will power to keep lock stock
still until he told me to do otherwise.

“I want you to cum in a way that Miss Johnson here will never
forget,” he said evenly.

Linda, sleepy eyed, took us both in, still moaning from his
presence within her.

“When she looks at you in the future I want her to remember you
as you are now. Understand?”

“Oh yes sir, anything sir.”

“That is,” he said gently rubbing my little clitty, “a docile
obedient little cunt of a slut. A slut at the control of a real
man.”

“Yes sir,” I gasped.

“She smut never see you as a person who can control anything,
just a cheap little tart who needs someone to tell her when she
is allowed to cum.”

“Yes master!” I said. I would say anything for him to let me
cum. I was so close. It was out of its restraints and standing
erect.

He turned to Linda and grinned. She arched up and licked his
lips.

“And you slut?” he said starting to pump her again, “can you
ever imagine letting a little whore like this into your bed with
you again?”

“She shook her head, “no sir, just you sir!”

She curved her back and he stopped pumping and laughed at her
attempts just as he laughed at mine. “Listen sluts you are both
going to cum at the same time. I am going to give you both an
orgasm that will be so steeped in degradation that neither of
you will ever forget it. Every time you look at each other you
will see the real whore that sits inside you both.”

“Yes sir,” we both said wantonly. I knew Linda would, like me,
say or do anything to get relief.

“You will both cum together like a pair of well trained circus
animals.”

“Yes sir,” we said as I manoeuvred my little clitty deeper into
his hand. But still he maintained only a light hold on it.

I could feel Linda moving down into the bed embedding him deeper
within her.

“I will count to three, and then I will give you permission to
cum.”

“Oh yes sir,” I agreed readily.

“If either of you cums before that then you will both get a
beating.”

“Yes sir,” we said every fibre in our beings hell bent on
release at the hands of this complete bastard.

“One,” he said slowly.

I felt his hand around my clitty and began rubbing within his
fingers. I was desperate not to miss my appointment.

“Two,” and now Linda was gasping just like the slut he said she
was.

“Three,” we both groaned I felt my body tense. Please say it,
please, oh please say it.

“Cum!”

And we both did. Bucking and moaning and shouting. A pair of
whores experiencing total release together.

I lay on my back, legs still akimbo knowing that I had sprayed
myself all over my waist cincher. Oddly I did not feel a great
deal of satisfaction. I was too desperate to please him to
concentrate on my own pleasure and now the moment had passed.
But it was gratifying to experience release. Already I could
feel myself desperate to cum again. Like the times when Linda
and I were so worked up and excited that we would have to make
love over and over again to satisfy ourselves.

I heard Linda moan regretfully and saw that He had pulled out of
her, his huge knob wet and dripping. It was so strong that I
knew that he had not come yet. He had kept control over himself
even though Linda and I had completely lost control over our own
bodies. We had given up authority over our own bodies.

He crawled over her splayed legs edging towards me. My eyes were
fixed on his spear as if it were an intimidating weapon.

“This, slut,” he announced, “is what gives your mistress here
pleasure.”

“Yes sir,” I squeaked.

It now hung over my face dripping onto my cheeks. But I knew
better than to move without instruction so I remained quite
still beneath it.

“I think that you should thank it for pleasuring your mistress
and ask it to keep pleasuring your mistress don’t you?”

Oh no! No, never! I almost shook my head in complaint at such a
direction but I managed to remain unmoving.

“You will kiss it continuously while you thank it for pleasuring
your Mistress and ask it to continue to pleasure your mistress.”

Linda turned over watching the exchange.

I wanted to cry. There never seemed any alternative. Why did I
not stand up to these horrible bullies! I felt the tears well up
in my eyes. “Please sir,” I begged, “please don’t make me say
that.”

He grinned malevolently. It was then that he realised that he
had me. “Kiss it and say it slut!”

I started crying but he was unforgiving. “Say it!”

He lowered his glistening member onto my lips and I kissed it
lightly, disgusted with myself.

“Kiss it properly. You love it really slut.”

“Yes sir,” I cried, kissing it wetly and longingly. “Thank you
for pleasuring my Mistress.” I choked on my tears as the next
words came out. “And please continue to pleasure her.”

“Clever girl!” he announced patting my head.

I wanted to run and hide. I had completely debased myself before
my wife. How could I ever win her back now? She has seen me
obediently perform for her lover, to cum under his precise
instruction at the same time as she had done. And now to have
kissed his prick after it had been inside her and ask it to
continue to fuck her was the most miserable demeaning thing I
had ever done.

I cried disconsolately.

I felt a burning on my little clitty and looked down to see him
rubbing a handful of ice over it. “Ouch!”

It shriveled in size until he was able to plop it back through
the cylinder. Within a moment the cylinder was shut and the lock
re engaged.

And then the final humiliation: he booted, literally booted, me
out of their bed. He kicked my arse so hard I rolled off the end
of the bed onto the floor.

I rose bruised, a sore bottom, (as ever), and totally defeated.

“Go now slut. There is some serious fucking to be done here
tonight! This is our last night here so we want it to be
memorable.”

Last night! Their last night here! I gasped at the thought of
them leaving me behind here. I immediately knew that I would
have to escape with Trisha and try to win back my wife. Though
as I looked down at them writhing on the bed it seemed an
impossible aim.

I watched as he slid back between her welcoming, accommodating
legs and went back to work on her. Once again she was reduced to
a helpless moaning slut beneath him.

I fled from the room in tears.

——————–

Mistress Shania was so sweet. She had the maid, who still wore
the sign saying “stupid slut” pour me a nice cup of tea in china
cups.

I sipped the welcoming, invigorating beverage as I told her all
that had happened.

She was very interested in every facet including how I felt.
Often asking me to repeat some events in greater detail. She
tried to cheer me up by laughing at some of the incidents but I
could not be cheered up that easily. It was like the end of the
world for me.

Sometimes I thought that she was being a little thoughtless in
the way she would giggle at something that I found excruciating
to repeat. But I felt sure she knew what was best for me and
told her everything that had occurred.

She put her arm around my shoulders and wiped away my tears with
a small silk handkerchief. As my eyes cleared I realised, with
a start that the second maid was still in the room and still
facing the corner. How long had she been there! It must have
been an hour or so since I left here. Maybe two hours. How long
had Mistress Shania made her stand there in all! How awful.

“And why do they call it the point Mistress?” I asked sniffing
up the final tears. I was feeling a little better now. I had
shared my worst moments with someone who cared for me and I felt
better for doing that. I was with someone loving and warm and
kind.

She smiled her sweet smile, “why little maid because it is The
Point Of No Return.”

I looked quizzically at her. Why did I always need to have
things explained to me as if I were a little girl these days!

“After that you can never see yourself as anything other than
what you are,” she said simply.

I sipped my tea trying to take it in.

She patted my stockinged leg, “you see before you came here you
probably thought you were only a submissive little bimbo maid
sometimes. Yes?”

I nodded, that was true.

“But now you know that you must face up to being a little bimbo
maid all of the time. After what you have done you cannot see
yourself as anything else can you?”

It was so obvious now that she had said it.

I thought of my office and of trying to manage people again and
it seemed like a thought form another world. How could I command
people when I knew I needed them to tell me what to do, when to
do it and give me permission to cum? I was reliant on adults for
my pleasure and punishments.

“Don’t look so sad, little one,” she giggled putting her arm
tightly around my shoulders. “there are plus points.”

I looked at her at a loss to think of any.

“You like the clothes don’t you?”

“Oh yes,” I agreed.

“Well tomorrow night I will take you out and you can wear what
ever you wish!”

I squealed with pleasure. “Oh please Mistress Shania there is
this wonderful suit, my friend Cherie wore it when she was
released.” I started to gush about it, “it is short, but not too
short if you know what I mean, and the jacket…”

She put her finger to my lips and laughed, “let me see it for
myself tomorrow night.”

“Oh thank you Mistress Shania,” I said breathlessly. She was so
kind to me.

“The pleasure is all mine, little Debbie.”

“Kerry, Yvonne!” She suddenly barked, her demeanor abruptly
changing from kindly warmth to severe coldness.

The maid turned stiffly from the wall and after a quick stretch
joined the other maid before us. Both looked terrified. Huh
silly tarts. What was there to be frightened of with Mistress
Shania? She was so nice and helpful. They should experience some
of the other women here!

“Right you two morons carry the mirror from the spare bedroom
into the main bedroom.”

They bobbed two neat curtsies and fled into one of the rooms.

I watched as they carried a large mirror from that room, across
the floor and into what was obviously the master bedroom.

“Put it against the long wall,” commanded Mistress Shania.

For some reason it gave me a thrill to see her giving out
commands like this. “Take my small strap on and place it on the
bed. Make sure it is the small one.”

“Yes mistress,” I heard from the bedroom.

Moments later both maids appeared before us again.

“Put a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket along with one glass
in there and then you are both dismissed.”

“Yes Mistress,” they bobbed eagerly.

“And I don’t want either of you miscreants here tonight – so ask
Miss Leopard for a room in the maids quarters. Explain that you
have tried my patience.”

“Yes Mistress,” they bobbed.

I guess they realised that once they told Miss Leopard that they
had upset Mistress Shania they would be in for it. I did not
envy them.

Two minutes later after the champagne in the bucket and the
flute styled glass had been taken into the bedroom they bobbed
a goodbye and retreated.

I was alone with Mistress Shania and I must say I was growing
rather fond of her. The dreadful nights events had slid into the
distance. I felt warm and safe with her.

She rose reminding me of how short she was for such a commanding
woman. She had lovely legs and a gorgeously curvy body.

She held out her hand.

I gave her mine and she tugged me from the sofa.

“Come on maid,” she said sweetly leading me towards the bedroom.

“Where are we going Mistress?” I asked.

She laughed and held up a little key. Oh! I was going to be
released again! Oh wonderful. Joy!

She leaned closely into me and kissed my cheek, “I think it is
time I claimed your virginity,” she said serenely.

“Oh yes,” I replied and then stopped dead in my tracks.

What!

She smiled darkly, “do not worry little one. I am very
experienced.”

——————

To be continued.

Can Debbie escape with Trisha and ever become James again? Can
he win back his wife Linda from Paulo? If she wanted him back
would it be as a man or as a maid?

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