The Hotel Transform Stories

The Office Dupe –
Part Four
By Deborah Ford

First a big thank you to all those who have been so kind with their reviews and subsequent emails. I did not realise that Linzi’s plight would create such a sympathetic response. Please let me know your feelings about his latest tribulations. I am sure that you are now anxious to know whether he can escape the humiliations that have been heaped up on him, and whether he can rescue his beloved wife Deborah from the evil Mr. Davies. An assignment made even more arduous by having to wear a maids uniform, a chastity belt, glued on boobs and a very sore bottom

The mini bus ride to the hotel was uneventful – apart, that is, from one problem which I’ll explain about in a moment. Because first of all I want to describe the riotous goings on. The girls asked Miss Morgan if they could ask the driver to turn the radio up. For some reason Miss Morgan was in an ebullient mood. She was actually smiling like a benign mother pleased with her offspring. The driver turned the rock music up deafeningly loud and the next thing I know there is a swirl of maid skirts and little kilts as the girls danced around the bus

I watched open mouthed at the lewd exhibition the sluts were making of themselves. Had they forgotten I was a man? The site of all those knickers, stocking tops and bare thighs naturally stirred something down below. I could not tear my eyes away. So many different kinds of panties: tight, light, white ones; dark, lacey ones, red full ones. I was now breathing deeply

And this was the problem. My manhood was desperate to erect itself. It had filled its little container and was painfully cramped to its tiny size

I wriggled on my sore bottom but that and the vibrations of the bus made it even worse. Oh this was awful. I felt a desperate need to come but knew that I could not even make him erect

The agony deepened as I could not tear my eyes away from the sexy show that was happening around me. And as evidenced by the erratic driving nor could the driver whose eyes were fixed on his rear view mirror

It was then that I noticed something that stunned me. It was Beckie that I saw it on first. Beneath her little lacey black knickers was a sliver of steel, tightly stuck to her pussy. I took a closer look as she wriggled passed. Definitely, there it was again

Then the dark skinned Jilly performed a twirl which raised her skirt and beneath her French knickers was exactly the same. The girls were wearing chastity belts just as I was. Though not of the same design of course. Close inspection showed that they had a tiny slit for peeing though. Though other than that they were identical

I could not think through the reasons for this as the strain down below was sapping all my attention. I was in pain

Thankfully the bus stopped and I hurried to get off. I needed to find Mr

Davies and explain the problem so that he could release me

Of course nothing is that simple when Miss Morgan is around! First we had to line up in the freezing cold night along side the minibus only then were we marched into the welcome warmth of the hotel

I am ashamed to reveal that we had to enter the hotel via the kitchens rather than the front doors! Much to the amusement of the kitchen staff it has to be said. Whilst the other girls slowed down and enhanced their wriggles I tried hard to force the pace. I was desperate to escape this fresh humiliation of being paraded before these lusty men. Of course the little minx’s wanted as much attention as they could gather. They were in a crazy mood. Like pussy cats on heat

Once through the kitchens we were led down a hall where maids similarly attired as myself raced up and down on their errands

We continued our hike into a large plush office where Mr. Davies sat on his desk looking through some reports. My lovely Deborah sat in a deep leather chair behind the desk where she was typing something on the computer. Neither even looked up as Miss Morgan lined us up parade style before them like a sexy sergeant major

Now was my chance but for some odd reason I felt it unwise to blurt out that I wanted a quiet word with Mr. Davies. So the brute sat on his desk and I squirmed painfully but silently before him

When all six girls, three maids and three kilted hospitality girls, were neatly in a line Miss Morgan stood back and Mr. Davies deigned to raise his head to us. He did not look very happy – but then I was beginning to learn that he never did! Suddenly my heart pounded. From nowhere he had found a thin cane that he now wielded before him. I felt the other girls hold their breaths- no merriment now

Miss Morgan cleared her throat: “we are very pleased with you girls. That is all girls bar one!” I felt the eyes of the room on me. Suddenly my knees were knocking and my tummy was turning over. I looked at my adorable wife Deborah but she never took her eyes from the computer screen

“As you know girls,” Miss Morgan continued, I thought somewhat spitefully, “you were there to please the customers! Not yourselves!” Oh dear! I felt a chill throughout my body

Mister Davies handed Miss Morgan a sheet of paper and she scanned over it knowingly

“It seems the best behaved was Katie with five successes. She had five men, and had ten out of ten from three of them, and nine out of ten from the other two. Well done Katie.” The other girls started clapping so I joined in. Katie did a gleeful curtsey before resuming her position in the line. I noticed that even Mr. Davies seemed pleased

“As a reward Katie will be allowed to request her key for any man she meets through out,” emphasised Miss Morgan, “through out this weekend!” Katie was well pleased with this. And I now knew what was meant by ‘the key’

There had been so many references to ‘the key’ since I joined the company and I finally understood. My prick felt a tingle. But what about me? I could hardly satisfy any men. Oh dear – I would be the one facing the cane. It was so unfair. I looked at Deborah hoping she would start paying attention and rescue me

She was still glued to the screen

“Next came July and Jilly, both with two men each.” We dutifully applauded. Miss Morgan smiled graciously at the two girls

My most feared moment was drawing closer. Perhaps I should just beg for mercy. Perhaps I would just explain how red raw my bottom had become. Surely they would have sympathy with me

I looked at Miss Morgan’s happy countenance and Mr. Davies’s grim features

It seemed unlikely

“Sharon has scored with two men.” The short cropped blond girl I now knew as Sharon, did her curtsey. She was the third girl in a kilt

“Good girl, ” said miss Morgan, “you shall definitely be allowed to ask any man you wish for your key tonight!” She was so pleased with herself! Obviously no thought to those less fortunate than herself! Oh dear, my time was getting closer

“So that leaves two girls,” Miss Morgan said and I noticed at this that Mr

Davies and Deborah looked up. I hated them all. I felt like crying but I would try to be brave

Mr. Davies rose and waggled the cane before us. I do not know how my knees remained rigid enough to hold me. I looked at Deborah and she actually smiled at me. That could only mean one thing that she intended to rescue me. Or did she? “Now I want a big hand for a girl who worked hard tonight and achieved success with her first man!” I closed my eyes, it would not be long now. I would be bent over Mr. Davies’ desk with Deborah pleading for mercy for me. Worse my willy would remain locked away

“Well done Linzi!” The girls clapped, and I saw Mr. Davies grinning wickedly at me. Even Deborah smiled, though I cannot say it was a particularly pleasant smile. More of a knowing smirk

I felt a little hand in the small of my back and I was propelled forward

“Take a curtsey Linzi” Miss Morgan said

I did a quick bob and jumped back into line. I noted that even Deborah was applauding me. I blushed like a beetroot

“Me Miss Morgan?” I asked with a tremor

“Why yes,” Miss Morgan said reading the report, ” a certain Detective Inspector,” at this the girls whistled and the dreadful Mr. Davies chortled

I, of course, was beside myself with humiliation. “In fact he gave you ten out of ten!” The girls cheered. “Ten out of ten for a first time. Never known that before have we Mr. Davies?” Mr. Davies shook his head. “A wonderful whore in the making Miss Davies.” What! Whore! I had a good mind to say something really rude to him. But the cane was still in his hand so perhaps it had better wait for a more opportune moment

Miss Morgan continued: “so you can definitely ask someone for your key. Now a lady in room 433 has asked, so why don’t you.” Mr. Davies rudely snatched the report from her hand. “Room what? That’s your room!” He thundered

I saw Miss Morgan taken aback for the first time

“I’m hardly going to make any money if my staff are utilising my girls am I!” “No Mister Davies,” Miss Morgan answered, almost meekly

I could tell that Mr. Davies was not at all happy with Miss Morgan. He scanned the rest of the report. “Who,” he demanded gruffly, “are these two ladies in sharing room 201. They have expressed an interest.” “Two very good clients Mr. Davies,” jabbered Miss Morgan, “perhaps it would be unwise to unleash such an inexperienced girl.” “Nonsense” Mr. Davies bellowed. “That was the idea of having something like Linzi. To keep my female clients happy. Send her to them.?” “Yes Mr. Davies,” Miss Morgan slowly, obviously thinking deeply. “On the other hand Mr. Davies perhaps I could rent her key too?” Mr. Davies nodded thoughtfully. “Don’t see why not but don’t expect any staff discounts!” Miss Morgan’s face lit up and she grinned widely at me

What on earth was going on. Renting keys for clients? Staff renting my key? When was I allowed to have my key? I looked helplessly to Deborah and she simply smiled back at me and mouthed ‘well done’. She seemed proud of me! “Right girls fuck off,” Mr. Davies snarled

The girls giggled and even I laughed – it was such a relief. I wanted to get out of that room as fast as possible

Miss Morgan led us out leaving Beckie shaking behind us. It had not been a good day for her, but there again serve her right! We all did our jobs well and she should have performed her job satisfactorily

Outside the office Miss Morgan spoke very briskly to us, I tried hard to concentrate but given all that was happening it was very difficult. Not least because once the door closed behind us I head Mr. Davies order Beckie to bend over the desk and whilst Miss Morgan lectured us there were quite a few swishes and yelps

“Right girls, well done, particularly Katie and Linzi. Two good performances

Go to the rooms and the keys will be sent up when your clients request them

Do not discuss prices and do not handle cash!” She warned us darkly. “I will know if you have. Now then girls enjoy yourselves. Here’s your room numbers.” She handed us each a card and I watched the girls head for the lifts. I made to follow

Miss Morgan took hold of my hand and hauled me back

She twisted me around on my heels so that I was facing her. She glared sternly down at me, the sort of glare which I had already learnt to fear. I held my breath

“Now listen you little madam!” I nodded fearfully

She gripped me tightly around the arm. “My girls have not had a single complaint since I have been supervising them!” “Well done miss Morgan,” I choked

She shook me nastily. “If I get a complaint about you I wont give a damn that it is your first time. I’ll cane that arse of yours so hard you wont be able to wear your knickers let alone sit down.” “Yes Miss Morgan, thank you Miss Morgan,” I said anxiously

I think she could see the fear in my eyes because suddenly she relaxed her grip and released me. She smoothed my hair and smiled gently before whispering in my ear: “I’ll have you tomorrow night my dear after you have rested and you are good and fresh.” “Yes Miss Morgan, thank you Miss Morgan,” I said blankly. What else was I to say? “When they have finished with you report back here and I will give you your own bedroom key.” “Yes Miss Morgan, thank you Miss Morgan.” What was happening to me and why could I not stop it? 2 I stood outside room 201 nervously pulling at my short skirt. What would be expected of me I wondered. I could sew and clean as well as any of those other stuck up tarts but still I was tense. I did not fancy facing Miss Morgan if I did disappoint her clients

I tapped the door quietly and held my breath. Thank God. No answer!! Feeling very relieved I turned to walk away when the door opened slightly and a woman peered out at me. She giggled loudly: “She’s here!” She shouted

She threw the door open and I immediately recognised her as the older of the two women whom I had served at Deborah’s demonstration that afternoon. She was only wearing a nightgown and looked as though she had showered. “Quickly get in!” She looked anxiously up and down the corridor as if mortified that she would be seen letting me in

I stepped inside and the door slammed behind me

“She’s here,” she squealed to someone in the room

The younger one came running out of the bathroom wearing only a towelling robe. She too clapped her hands in joy. “Get him in quick!” They were both obviously the worse off for drink. How disgusting to be so drunk. The thought of ironing and sewing for these two drunken bitches made my heart sink

The looked me up and down and I shuffled my stockinged legs self consciously

Oh when would I be released from these ridiculous heels locked to my ankles

They were killing me

“Doesn’t she look fab!” Announced the young one

“A real peach!” her friend barked. “oh we were so worried that we would not get you.” The younger one approached: “we were offered all three bar men for a full three hours instead of you!” What? That was daft what could they do that I could not? “But we insisted!” She led me into the room. “My name is Susan.I mean Mrs

Havers,” she giggled and this,” she pointed at her young her younger blond friend, “is Miss Thomas.” Miss Thomas I guessed was about 18. She had short cropped golden hair and beneath her towelling robe there was definitely a red sexy teddy. I felt my penis respond and immediately fill its confines. Her legs were bare and I would guess that she had just taken a shower

Mrs Havers must have been nearer 40 and had shoulder length chestnut hair

She wore silk cream pyjamas beneath her night gown

The two women stared at me as if waiting for me to perform some circus trick

“My name is Linzi,” I said at last

They both laughed. “We know that,” giggled Mrs. Havers, its on your name tag on your boob!” How humiliating to have your name on your chest like this. I blushed and looked away

“Shouldn’t you do something Linzi?” said Miss Thomas, grinning shyly and looking to Mrs Havers for support

Oh? What were these silly women going on about. I looked blankly at them letting them know how stupid they looked

She was grinning wickedly, “shouldn’t you curtsey when you are introduced.” Oh god!! What an airhead I am at times! I quickly bobbed to each in turn, “Mrs Havers”, I said and then, “Miss Thomas.” “Sorry Mrs Havers,” I bobbed again

The girls thought this was wonderful. Miss Thomas sat on the sofa and pulled her naked legs up beneath her and grinned from ear to ear. “Do it again,” she tittered

Oh the indignity. I curtsied again

“Very good, don’t you think Miss Thomas?” “Definitely Mrs Havers.” Mrs Havers scrutinised my face as she dipped her hand into her pocket and pulled out a tiny key. She waved it at me as it should mean something to me

I smiled politely constantly aware of Miss Morgan’s stern warnings before I came up. I had to behave myself and not say anything that would upset them

“Recognise it dear?” she asked with mock innocence

“Should I?” I asked tartily

I thought Miss Thomas was going to wet herself from laughing at this

Miss Havers stepped forwards and placed her hand under my skirt onto my chastity belt. I whooped in surprise

“Guess what it fits!” “Oh!” I exclaimed suddenly aware of what she was talking about. It was the key to my chastity belt. I smiled broadly. I would be free in seconds

I reached for the key and Mrs Havers snatched it back in a drunken movement that almost sent her toppling. “Not yet,” she admonished me. “You cost me twice the price of Mr. Davies’s other employees. We expect out money’s worth!” She said this with a stern, dark face as if she were suddenly becoming serious

But I was not troubled. “Certainly madam,” I replied smartly. I would show them how good I was at household chores. Lately, Deborah was so satisfied with my housework that she had not shouted at me for weeks. I could withstand any test. For some odd reason my prick grew until its confines pinched it forcing it to retract. I suppose the sight of these two sexy ladies prompted it into action

Mrs Havers now addressed me directly, “would you like a drink Linzi?” “Oh yes please Mrs Havers,” I bobbed

“Then you had better go and fetch us one then!” She said delightedly

Miss Thomas giggled like a school girl at this daft joke

Really! How silly

I bobbed a curtsey and went to the drinks cabinet on which lay a silver tray

I opened the cabinet and was very impressed with its contents

I turned to them my little dress swishing around my thighs making me feel highly vulnerable in the company of two drunken debauched women. “What would you like madam?” “Dry white wine dear,” Mrs Havers replied

I bent down, very carefully in the little dress I did not want to flash my underwear at them

I could not see any white wine. I looked at them helplessly “In the fridge silly,” Mrs Havers giggled

I stood up not facing them: how was I to know? I could hear Miss Thomas giggle. They were loving this, the bitches! “Thank you madam,” I said sulkily and went to the fridge. A moment later I stood before them with the tray with three glasses of dry white wine

I offered it to them but neither moved. I noticed that Miss Thomas had a cushion stuffed in front of her face to stop her from laughing. Oh really! “Your wine madam.” I said firmly giving Miss Thomas the evil eye

Mrs Havers rose up to my height and suddenly I felt intimidated. And so would you if you were dressed as a maid in the complete power of these two women

After all they had the key! “Now let me see. One, two, three glasses,” she counted mischievously

Oh-oh. I bent a stockinged knee and tried to sound brave. “Please Mrs Havers you asked if I wanted a drink,” I gulped

“Oh? And did I say you could have one?” I bit my lip. “Uhm, not in so many words come to think of it.” A cane swished through the air making me jump. It was all I could do to maintain the tray standing in my high heels. The wine spilled over the lips of the glasses. She must have had the cane hidden behind the sofa

She has sliced through the air in front of me but did not actually touch me

My heart thumped wildly. “Please Mrs Havers shall I put the third glass back?” She pursed her lips thoughtfully, a smile playing on her lips

I tried again: “I am so sorry Mrs Havers, please forgive ,me.” Miss Thomas creased herself laughing. “Isn’t he adorable.” This was awful. Was it a game or were they serious. I was of course too smart to take any chances. “I can be a bit silly at times. I am sorry.” “A bit of an airhead?” asked Mrs Havers helpfully

My knees were knocking. My bottom was so bruised that it could not take any further punishment. “Yes madam, an airhead.” She tapped the cane lightly against my thighs. I held my breath

“That’s all right then. As long as we know you are a bimbo then we know how to treat you don’t we.” She went and sat next to the laughing hyena friend of hers on the sofa

“Yes madam,” I was so relieved, I bobbed my apology, “thank you madam. It won’t happen again madam.” “I’m sure.” She placed the cane in easy reach and settled herself down. “Come and join us bimbo.” What was I supposed to do? I minced over to them and ducked down so that they could take the drinks from the tray

Minutes later I was on my knees before them with Mrs Havers offering me a drink from her own glass

She ruffled my hair and asked me how I had gotten myself into this predicament. It seemed that they had been coming here for the last two years and all they were usually offered were the bar staff. They are ok, I was assured. Miss Thomas giggled that they were very big! When I thought about it they did seem a bit tall, but not that tall surely

I told her how eager I was to serve their needs and satisfy them in any way

That really did make both of them very happy. I guessed that they would have a lot of ironing, being two women in a hotel like this

The two women exchanged a glance and then seemed to reach an unspoken agreement. They rose as one. I looked up at them from being on my knees wondering whether to stand too

Mrs Havers tickled me under my chin, “follow us dear.” They walked bare foot to the bedroom. At last the chores were to be faced. I could be out of my belt within an hour -depending upon how much work of course

“Bring the bottle bimbo,” said Mrs Havers dismissively

“Yes Madam.” Once in the bedroom Mrs Havers closed the door behind her and Miss Thomas leapt childlike onto the bed where she bounced around revealing a bit of the red lace of her teddy. How sexy I thought. The familiar stirring, followed quickly by the now familiar, painful restraining

Mrs Havers climbed onto the bed and pointed to a place between them on the bed where I was to kneel facing them

I did as I was ordered

When I was settled Mrs Havers lifted up the hem of my dress

“Really!” I squealed, pushing it down hard

I should not have done that

Mrs Havers face darkened, I think even Miss Thomas looked a bit shocked

“Fetch your cane for me will you dear. I foolishly left it next to the sofa.” Oh god!! “Yes Madam, ” I tried hard to think of a way out, but decided that it would be best to fetch it

When I returned, with the cane I tried my best ruse: “If it pleases madam may I say how sorry I am. I was just surprised that is all.” She said nothing but snatched the cane and used it to coldly point back to the space between them. I obediently returned to my kneeling position and waited with trepidation. She took the cane and laid it to my left. Then she locked eyes with me and once again lifted the hem of my skirt. This time she met no resistance. I felt a chill on the exposed thighs, and heat in my cheeks. It is very degrading to have someone exhibit you like this and not be able to do anything about it

“Sit up!” She barked sternly, though I could see a knowing smile playing on her lips

I sat up, back straight, still on my knees and she tugged down my tight panties. Miss Thomas leaned closely in. Soon She and Mrs Havers were inches from my groin. I tell you I even could feel their hot breath

“Wow!” Announced Miss Thomas. She poked my metal contained penis. “Does it hurt?” “No madam,” I said, “well it does if I ..you know.” Mrs Havers laughed: “what dear? Tell us. That is a command!” Oh dear. “If I have certain thoughts, and, er, it gets bigger” They giggled. Miss Thomas took hold of the metallic housing between thumb and forefinger: “its not going to get very big in there.” “No Miss,” I sadly agreed

“What happens if I rub you down there?” Mrs Havers asked in mock innocence

She then proceeded to rub my groin

Oh God, the feeling. My eyes closed. It had been so long since I had experienced any relief. It grew and immediately filled the cylinder. She rubbed some more

“Please Mrs Havers, stop, I cant stand it!” It was so painful

But she continued to rub around it and the pain was excruciating. Tears filled my eyes. “Please Mrs Havers please!” She stopped and Miss Thomas dabbed at my eyes with a tissue

“There, there little bimbo,” Mrs Havers whispered. “So I take it you would like to be released?” I sniffled back some tears. “Oh yes desperately Miss!” “Then you will do what we ask?” She whispered

“What we command!” corrected Miss Thomas

Mrs Havers laughed gleefully at that. “Quite right. Poor dear. But an expensive dear too! Let us see if you are worth the money. Lie on your back like the slut you are.” Slut! That was going too far! I pouted and gave her a quick look just to say I was not happy with being called that! As I lay back I pointed out to her, as servile as possible of course, “please Mrs Havers I can see how easy it is to make such a mistake.” “Hands up to the bed rail slut,” she continued ignoring me

I pressed on, I was not going to be ignored! I raised my hands up to her bed head and continued, “I know that the other girls may appears to be somewhat slutty,” that was an understatement! “Put your wrists though the bars and closer together slut.” I did as I was told. “But I am simply a manager who is working with those silly empty headed, over sexed girls, I would hesitate to call them sluts, but I think we both know what we are talking about.” Clink, clink. Cold metal gripped my wrists. I tried to pull them down to see what had happened but when I could not my stomach tingled. Handcuffs – just like that horrible policeman had used on me. I looked up and sure enough my wrists were pinned together behind the rails of the bed head by handcuffs

This was too much! “You should release me at once!” Then the lights went out. Or at least I thought they had. Everything went dark and warm. The odours! I sniffed. They smelled like Deborah when she got excited and needed to be licked to a climax. That usually happened after those nights when she had been out and needed what she laughingly referred to as her bath before she went to sleep. She never did explain why she called it a bath. I was not cleaning anything just giving her soaking wet quim a good licking

The weight of Mrs Havers settled down on my face. I heard a muffled “come on slut” and I set to work. Deborah had taught me where to lick and how to perform this particular task very well

She explained to me that you must play around the clitoris. If the technique is good then you will feel the entire pussy wobbling and pulsating like a jelly on a washing machine. I am a very quick learner and after just a few lessons I was able to do it without her having to punish me

Sure enough I soon felt the tell tale rapid, pulsating movements. From far away I could hear her climaxing. A thick scented mush was pumped over my face. I pulled at my hands desperate to free them so that I could wipe away the horrible fluid

But still she rode my face as if I were her horse. Now I was beginning to suffocate. I wriggled and squirmed desperate for air. But still she pushed her horrible nether regions hard into my face. I licked furiously, surely she would have had enough by now. I felt her orgasm again. And finally she fell off me, rolling on to her back whining like a wounded animal

I gulped in the air feeling her mucus like fluid drain into my mouth

Yugh! I was about to spit it out when I saw something that stopped me in my tracks

Miss Thomas was no longer wearing her towelling robe. She still wore her sexy red teddy in which her two boobs bounced like separate animals. Other than that she was naked apart from.

I could not believe my eyes. I had never actually seen one before. I gulped

She was crawling purposefully but drunkenly up the bed towards me. Her blond hair tickling her face around her unnerving grin

I tugged at my chains scared out of my wits

“Mrs Havers! Mrs Havers!” I kicked my high heeled shoes at the prone body of the now snoring older woman. Oh dear! She was lost in a contented world of sleep

Now Miss Thomas knelt by my feet and took hold of my ankles. I tried desperately to close them together but she prevented me from doing anything that could protect my dignity

She leaned back on her knees and there it was pointing straight at me: a dildo fastened tightly around her waist. It was huge! “Now Miss Thomas I think you should think very carefully about what you are planning to do.” I pointed out trying not to sound too nervous

“Oh?” She inquired in her inebriated slur, “now why is that, lover?” “Because,” I gulped, “if you try to make love to Mrs Havers she will wake up and then you will be in trouble”. Of course the real reason was that I was scared that I would be in trouble. But I did not feel that my problems would carry much weight with her in her present condition. I knew that I would get the blame if she violated Mrs Havers whilst she slept. Worse, Miss Morgan would be bound to blame me! “Its not for her silly!” She laughed gleefully

I immediately felt relieved

I wrestled with the handcuffs but knew from my experiences how they hurt if you tried to escape. I laid back and watched Miss Thomas crawl closer. A wicked grin broadened on her face as she grew closer to me. I must say I felt very intimidated as I watched my own boobs rise and fall with my heavy breathing

Suddenly I felt my knickers pulled savagely down. I gasped. “What are you doing Miss Thomas!” “Something I’ve always wanted to try!” she exclaimed drunkenly

She tore my knickers from my ankles and you can imagine how shocked and exposed I felt. I tried to push my legs together but she was now kneeling between my thighs

She reached across me to her bedside cabinet and from a drawer pulled a small white tube. She smeared a thick golden fluid over the end of her dildo

“Please Miss Thomas if you will be so good as to release me I will not tell anyone about this.” She laughed dirtily. “I just don’t care lover. I’ll be telling everyone. The girls in the office will be so dead jealous when they hear about what I have done!” She smeared some generously over her fingers and then pushed her hand under my skirt

I yelped. It was so cold and gooey. She pushed her fingers into my bottom, right up through my sphincter. It was so wet and slimy that the two fingers easily pushed up inside me

“Stop it at once!” I said firmly

You would think that such a request would have stopped in her tracks, but no, it made her very irate. She grabbed my cheeks in a most painful vice like grip

“You little tart!” she spat viscously. “You prance about with your ‘look at me’ wiggle. This is what you’ve been wanting all night!” I could not even mumble as she had gripped me jaw so tightly. She gave one quick push and I felt her horrible dildo at my rectum. I tried to wriggle away but the greasy substance ensured that it slid in as easily as her fingers had

It quickly filled my sphincter in a most disturbing way. She pushed again and it slid deeper into me

“Oh!” Was all I could say

My stockinged legs splayed around her thighs as she grunted harder and harder. She was pushing it even deeper! “Please Miss Thomas,” was all I could say before her mouth fell over mine like a plunger. Her tongue filled my mouth as much as her dildo filled me elsewhere

I could feel her pulling out of me and then pushing in. Gently now and slowly. More rhythmic. Now here is the strange part suddenly it felt quite nice. Sort of satisfying. My prick swelled up in its confines and pinched, but I could hardly feel the pain as the new sensations Miss Thomas was inducing flooded though me, like electric though a lead

Just as I was beginning to enjoy it I felt her slide out of me. It was if my insides were being sucked out and I was left feeling that I was missing something

She kissed my nose and with a loud sigh fell on to her back next to Mrs Havers

This left me lying there, hands secured, legs strewn carelessly apart, my prick swollen and deportee, and me feeling oddly sexy and empty. I needed more. I needed to come

I groaned and rubbed my legs together. This provided some excitement as the stocking tops rubbed each other but that was soon followed by a squeal as the restraint pinched my penis. I kicked my legs in frustration this was dreadful. These two awful women had satisfied themselves with me and I now lay here in desperate need

Oh! When would my darling Deborah rescue me

I felt like crying

3 I did not realise that I had fallen asleep until a frantic Mrs Havers shook me awake

“Wake up slut! Quickly!” She slapped my face, stinging my cheek, before wrestling with the key in my cuffs

“Oh my God look at the time!” I sat up, confused. What was the problem with the time? My wrists fell free and oh my arms ached. I rubbed my shoulders though the silk of my outfit

Mrs Havers grabbed my arm and pulled me harshly from the bed. “Quickly girl! You are going to cost us a fortune!” I stood wavering on my heels, half asleep. A fortune? “Oh my God what is that!!” Mrs Havers looked horrified as she took in the happy sleeping form of Miss Thomas whose dildo pointed triumphantly up at the ceiling

“What have you two been up to!!” Exasperated, she hauled me towards the door. I tripped after her in the heels

“Never mind, never mind. I bet I get charged extra for that!” She stopped and stared angrily at me. “This was your fault wasn’t it!” All I could do was stare blankly at her

“You knew I only paid for two hours. You little tart encouraging her to do that with you so that you would earn more!” “Oh no,” I tried to correct her but she would not listen

“Its always the same. You’re all out for what ever you can get!” My bottom lip trembled. This was awful I stamped my foot hard. “Now you listen to me,” I cried, tears brimming in my eyes. “It had nothing to do with me. And I think you are both horrible! I told Miss Thomas not to and she still..” Mrs Havers opened the door into the hallway. “All right, all right! Wait a minute” I stood at the doorway wiping my eyes whilst she rifled through her handbag until she brought out two twenty pound notes

“Here,” she offered them to me, “Take this. Forget about it. We’ll certainly be asking for you in the future. So keep your sexy mouth shut.” I stared at the notes being waved in front of me. When I did not take them she lifted up my skirt. I was now so compliant I did nothing to stop her

“Just stuff them in your knickers,” she paused in shock, “where on earth are they?” “Please Mrs Havers your friend took them off me,” I explained

Mrs Havers shook her head, “no doubt something else I will be billed for!” She then stuffed the two notes down between my boobs. “Go on, run along

Quick. I’ll already have to pay for two extra hours!” Next thing I knew I was standing in the quiet hallway staring at their door

In the vast empty hotel it all seemed nothing more than a dream. Until that is I walked gingerly towards the lift. My backside felt open and empty. I felt more randy than I could ever remember. I must find Deborah and have her tell Mr. Davies to remove this awful chastity device

When I reached Miss Morgan’s office I saw Katie standing in front of a mirror pushing her hair into place. She looked like she had been pulled through a hedge backwards. She had been the only person I had seen since I left Mrs Havers room. The hotel was fast asleep apart from us girls and our clients. I mean the girls and me and our clients, well you know what I mean

“Oh Linzie!” Katie gleefully whispered. “Sort yourself out before you report to Miss Morgan!” She tugged at my uniform and combed my hair with her fingers. I must say that felt quite delicious and caused yet another stirring down below. I think I was in a permanent state of arousal. If I could get it released it would only take seconds to satisfy myself

“That’ll have to do,” she smiled

Her mascara had blotched around her comely eyes making her look like a panda

When I looked in the mirror I saw I that I looked exactly the same

“Right, ready?” Before I could reply Katie knocked the door we and went inside

4 Miss Morgan was lying back in a leather padded chair with her stockinged feet on the desk. Her eyes were half closed as if she were exhausted. She exhausted! She should have been through what I had experienced, then she would know what it is like to be exhausted

Mr. Davies sat next to her looking glumly through a folder. They barely gave us a glance

Miss Morgan spoke with her eyes closed: “good time girls?” “Yes Miss Morgan,” we both announced, bobbing before her

“You’ve done well. Four hours each. We’ll be able to double the fees of your clients.” “Yes Miss Morgan,” again the silly little bob even though neither of them paid us the slightest bit of attention

She dropped her feet from the desk to the floor. “Did they give you your keys?” Katie spoke first, “no miss Morgan we are not allowed to touch our own keys.” She then bobbed as if she had said the cleverest thing in the world

Miss Morgan nodded “And you Linzie?” “No Miss Morgan,” I said smugly knowing that was what she wanted to hear, “but Mrs Havers showed it to me.” Miss Morgan smiled, “showed it to you. Did she release you?” “No Miss Morgan,” I bobbed regretfully

Miss Morgan laughed. “Good! Then you are mine tomorrow! My little virgin” I felt the tears well again. “Please miss Morgan I am desperate to come please, please.” Suddenly I found myself kneeling on the carpeted floor, tears streaking my face, my hands clasped before my boobs. “Oh please Miss Morgan I will be ever so good from now on. I promise.” Miss Morgan glanced at the scowling Mister Davies who regarded me coldly as if examining a scientific experiment. Finally he shrugged and nodded to Miss Morgan. “Have her come in front of me, make sure it is amusing. I could do with a laugh,” was all he said

I held my breath

“Stand up Linzie,” Miss Morgan said plucking a small key from her bag and rising from her desk

I could not believe it. I was about to come. It did not matter where or how

All that mattered was that it would happen. My penis grew, and my breath became shorter. I felt so grateful. “Oh thank you Miss Morgan.” “Well get up girl and put your hands on your head. You move them from your head and your treat will end!” I jumped up. “Yes Miss Morgan, oh yes.” Even Katie seemed pleased for me. Mr. Davies put down his folder and settled back in his chair as if he were about to watch his favourite tv programme

“Thank you Mr. Davies, Thank you Miss Morgan.” My hands flashed up to my head where I felt my starched maids cap. I felt a tingle like an electric shock pulsate though my tummy

I suspect that it was the action of raising my arms that led to my downfall

Maybe it was leaping up so quickly. I was very excited after all

What ever was the cause I was about to experience the worst punishment I had faced since this dreadful experience began

As my hands felt the maids cap so the two twenty pounds burst from my cleavage and floated though the air

They took an age to glide to the floor. It was almost as if they wanted every one to see them

I felt the heat of Mr. Davies’ anger immediately

“What!” he stormed

I looked pleadingly at Miss Morgan, “please Miss Morgan let me explain.” “Silence!” She slapped me hard across the face

Linzie curtseyed deep and low, fear flashing though her beautiful blue eyes

“Permission to leave Miss Morgan,” she whispered timidly

She was ignored and she shrank back against the wall

“You little slut!” Miss Morgan thundered. “What did I tell you about handling cash!” My legs shook, I swear my knees were knocking together

“Oh please Miss Morgan.” I tried to explain once again but now Mister Davies was on his feet. Suddenly he was wide awake and his fury made him appear even bigger

I cowered before the two of them

“We give you the opportunity to service our clients,” he bellowed. The entire hotel must have heard him. “And all you do is thieve from me!” “No, Mr. Davies, please Davies,” I bobbed

“This is how you repay me!!!!” My head swirled I felt feint with fear

“Bend over the desk!” “Yes Mr. Davies, at once Mr. Davies,” I said eagerly. My mind now totally blank. I could not think of doing anything other than obeying them all

I bent over the desk and closed my eyes. I heard the whooshing of a cane being tried out. My heart thumped like a machine gun

“I’m going to teach you what happens to thieving sluts like you!” Mr. Davies said sternly

“Yes Mister Davies, thank you mister Davies,” I whimpered. I wanted so much to explain to them what had happened but I just felt that every time I did anything it back fired

“I hope you appreciate the time and trouble I spend training you sluts!” “Yes mister Davies,” I chanted, “thank you mister Davies.” “And you are grateful arn’t you?” he asked menacingly

“Oh yes mister Davies. Thank you for spending the time training me, it really is appreciated.” The office fell silent, I listened for the tell tale swish, my buttocks clenched

“Well,” Mr. Davies pondered, “she does seem to be penitent.” “I am Mr. Davies sir, thank you sir. It definitely wont happen again.” I waited for his response, my heart in my mouth

“Hmm. Alright,” he continued at last, “I shall reduce your punishment to twelve cuts of my cane.” 12! Oh no! “Thank you mister Davies.” “We shall suspend the rest of your sentence, which should be a cut for every pound you took plus twenty for hiding the money from us, plus twenty for being so stupid.” “Yes Davies,” I said gratefully

Miss Morgan tousled my hair. “You cannot punish her for being stupid. You cant help being stupid can you Linzi?” I gulped. “No Miss Morgan.” Miss Morgan leaned closer, “so no more silliness about pretending to be a manager then?” “Oh no Miss Morgan,” I promised form the bottom of my heart

“You are just a silly little slut who can only be trusted with making coffees and servicing the clients.” “Yes Miss Morgan,” I said eagerly

“Tell us what you are then,” Miss Morgan said sweetly

“Please Miss Morgan I am just a silly little slut who can only be trusted with making the coffee and servicing the clients.” “Good girl, then twelve it shall be,” Miss Morgan announced pulling up my skirt with a flourish

You can imagine how grateful I felt, a mere twelve compared with all the canings I actually deserved. They were being very kind to me

Until.

“Oh my God,” Miss Morgan gasped

Then mister Davies thundered: “and where are your knickers girl!” I clenched my fists and started to cry. “Please mister Davies, sir,” I blubbed, “my clients removed them from me.” “Could be for a souvenir,” Miss Morgan ventured helpfully

“Well that has cost me too hasn’t it!” Mister Davies was in no mood to be placated by Miss Morgan’s entreaties. “I kit you out at my expence and you just let some one have them.” “Yes Mister Davies, sorry mister Davies,” I whined, tears rolling down my cheeks. “Please mister Davies I promise to look after your clothing from now on.” “You will you stupid little slut, you wont forget this in a hurry!” I felt the cane tap against my exposed buttocks already sore from the combined punishments of the day. I would ensure that I would never, ever again do anything naughty or wrong and find myself in this terrible position

“You will receive twenty now, the six extra ones are for losing your knickers!” “Yes Mr. Davies, thank you Mr. Davies.” “After every cut you tell me what a stupid little slut you are.” “Yes mister Davies, thank you mister Davies.” The first cut sliced the top of my exposed bottom making me squeal, though I quickly blurted out what a stupid little slut I was

The second fell in the same place. How it stung. “I am a stupid little slut,” I gasped

By the third and forth I was now saying the words automatically. My mouth was able to say what a silly little slut I was without me even thinking about it

Somehow the words felt true. I had been violated sexually and paid for it and I was dumb enough to always leave myself open to being punished

“I am a silly little slut,” I said and knew it to be true

Again and again he whipped at my bottom and I intoned the necessary words of truth and humiliation

Now he was working down the backs of my thighs and the pain was unimaginable

I cried and I cried but always managed to get out the words: “I am a stupid little slut.” When the canning stopped and I saw through blurred eyes Mr. Davies putting the cane into a cupboard I felt the heat from my bottom flood my entire body from toes to head

He rolled back his shirt sleeves and ordered me to stand

Stiffly I stood up and turned to face him. The pain was now dreadful. I cried like a baby

“See that gift tag on the desk?” He asked me quietly

I looked at the desk and through the tears I could see a small, white cardboard gift tag with a strings attached

“Yes Mister Davies,” I blubbered

“Use that black felt pen to write the followings words on it.” He spoke evenly

I picked up a felt tipped pen removed the cap and was ready to obey his instruction

“Write: ‘not to be opened until Christmas’.” “Yes Mr. Davies,” I said and printed the words neatly on the white card

Once I had finished he snatched it and checked the words. “Good girl.” “Thank you Mr. Davies,” I bobbed

“Now tie it to your chastity belt near the lock,” he said as he held it out to me

I took the gift tag and fumbled beneath my skirt. I found that I could thread the strings behind the thin steel that ran down from the waist to the groin just beneath the little lock. I tied the string into place and stood up awaiting my next instruction. The tag fell in front of my crotch tickling the tops of my thighs

“That remains on until I feel you deserve to have it removed.” “Yes Mr. Davies, thank you Mr. Davies.” “No release for you until I am satisfied that you can perfectly follow every instruction you are given.” “Yes Mr. Davies, thank you Mr. Davies,” I bobbed

He took hold of my chin forcing me to look straight into his stern, black eyes. “And bear in mind I have not said which Christmas.” “Yes Mr. Davies,” I mumbled between his thumb and forefinger. Oh God I wondered, how long would he keep me locked away

“For the next week you shall serve me and miss Ford in our penthouse suite.” “Yes Mr. Davies, thank you Mr. Davies.” I felt a wave of relief. At least I would be in the same room as my adorable wife Deborah, even if I did have to call her by her maiden name, Miss Ford

“And bare in mind I like to fuck her a lot.” “Yes..” I stopped. What? Fuck my lovely Deborah? My wife? My beloved, gorgeous spouse. No! Suddenly my mind cast back to all that had happened. Now I understood perfectly. His evil plan was to trick both me and my unwitting wife in to his clutches where he could control us both. Just so he could try and take her from me

My thoughts were broken by his grip tightening around my jaw. “I can’t hear you slut. I said I like to fuck her a lot.” I looked into his eyes with my bottom on fire and said what I knew I had to say. “Yes Mr. Davies.” “So she will need to be sexily dressed at all times.” “Yes Mr. Davies of course Mr. Davies” “And you are in charge of her wardrobe, so I will hold you responsible if she is not dressed appropriately for me.” “Yes Mr. Davies, of course Mr. Davies,” I continued to bob like a toy in a bath

For the first time I saw him smile. It was an awful superior leer that made my stomach turn over with dismay

“Well slut you toddle off to your room and get a good nights sleep. I have a feeling I will be working you very hard tomorrow.” “Yes Mr. Davies, thank you Mr. Davies.” With that he left, Katie fled and Miss Morgan led me by the hand to my maids room next to the penthouse suite for my good nights sleep

I would need it. It did not matter about me of course but I had to rescue my beloved wife from his evil machinations. I had to do what ever was necessary to do help her understand his depraved intent and then aid her escape

Anything that is, just so long as I could be sure that Mr. Davies or Miss Morgan could not find out. I would make sure I was never punished again

The End

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