Ralph re-read the message again and again.
“I am here, meet me at the hotel bar – have flowers and your keys” it read. This was ridiculous, it had gone from a virtual session on the internet to an order to bring the keys to his cage to his online owner who now sat in the hotel bar merely metres from where he currently stood. He checked himself in the mirror on last time, clean sharp white shirt, black blazer, black trousers and shoes. The cage and the pink lace panties underneath not visible to the outside world. He nervously surveyed the bar through the door, looking for the telltale glimpse of the woman who had tormented his manhood for the last two years, but he couldn’t tell. He had never seen her face, so it could have been any of the women in the bar, three with brown/red hair, two of them with heels and an evening dress. He couldn’t tell, he shuffled in the entrance again and soon attracted the attention of the server.
“Sir, please take a seat and I’ll take your order”. With a dry mouth Ralph entered and took the seat at the bar.
He didn’t know what to do, he was too shy and aroused to look up and at the possible candidates, his cage throbbed and bounced as he tried to think his way out of this one. He looked to his left, woman on a phone paying no attention, the woman on the right smelt amazing and she was staring at him but he wasn’t sure. He smiled tentatively and cleared his throat ready to mention the phrase on the text.
“Mistress, I am yours, please take my key and own me” but a man suddenly appeared and she shot her attention to him and all was lost. Not her. Ralph looked in the darker corners, in the snug sofas, but still no sign.
“Do not turn around” came the order whispered in his ear with a thick Portuguese accent. He froze, trying to see a reflection in the bottles behind the bar, but to no avail. He gulped, and he muttered the phrase,
“Mistress, I am yours, please take my key and own me” sliding the key on the bar counter.
“Louder, Slave” came the reply, again Ralph spoke, this time loud enough the bar man thought he was talking to him and walked across.
“Yes sir?” he asked.
“Get me a Gin and yourself a white wine” came the order. Ralph soon placed the order and the barman busied himself. He felt his pocket being touched and then the key taken by a long slender female hand, sliding it off the counter and out of sight.
“I have put something in your pocket, go to the bathroom and come back when done. You’ll work it out” was the order. “Don’t turn around and when you head back, keep your head down and don’t look up.”
Ralph rushed to the bathroom as quick as he could, and felt his pocket. It was heavy and full, quite a squeeze. He got into a cabin and shut the door, his heart beating out of his chest. He put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a bag. Hands trembling he reach in and felt. Soft, silky, wet. He knew what these were. Soon he had the panties in his hands and felt them and realised his Mistress had recently relieved herself before joining him. He balled them up and put them in his mouth, Salty, strong odour filled his senses.
He reached in again, lipstick.. this was worrying. He felt around again, a face mask, he got the idea. Lipstick applied, he pulled the mask out and to his horror saw it had diamantes on it, with a padlock design. He hadn’t choice, his lips were covered, so he hooked the mask on, covering his red lips and salty panties within. He went to fold the bag and felt one more item, a small but heavy butt plug. He didn’t have lube on him, so undid his mask, and pushed it in with the panties for a moment before then dropping his pants and applying it. It popped in easily and soon he was heading back to the bar, chaste and plugged, with a full mouth and certainly no agenda to remove the face mask anytime soon.
He got to the chair he had been sitting at and it was empty. Nothing there. His heart jumped as he saw a note on the chair “Slave xxx”. He picked up the note and sat, trying to look calm with two drinks in front of him, mask applied. The note read
“I’ll be back in two hours, I want those drinks drunk on my return. Buzz buzz”
He smirked, this had caught him out, now at a bar with lipstick and panties in his mouth he had to get those drinks gone. He shook his head and tried to think his way out of this one, but she had out thought him. His only choice was to drink beneath the mask, bringing it up a little, hoping his lips were not seen. He sipped hard and immediately the alcohol soaked into the panties in his mouth, further filling his senses. He put the glass down only to see his lipstick marks on the glass. Seriously she had done a number on him.
Shaking his head, he chuckled and that is when it started “BUZZ” went his bottom and he let out a moan as his plug began to vibrate against his prostate. He knew this was going to be a long two hours. And he was right. However the night was just getting started.
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Ralph sat there for the two hours in a world of pleasure and humiliation. His bottom buzzed and pulsed as he tried to sip the drinks through the increasingly difficult pair of soaking panties in his mouth. He felt stupidly aware he was sitting in a bar with a mask on, but to all others it probably looked normal in the current times. However internally, he knew he was wearing it for a completely different reason to most. He looked down at his trousers and a wet spot was clearly visible where his cage rested, his cock betraying the situation and leaving him horny and frustrated at the same time.
“Anything else sir?” asked the barman, to which Ralph shook his head and motioned for the bill – pulling out his wallet.
“It’s been paid for sir by your wife, she told me to let you know when you had finished she has gone back to the room for a rest. She said she would see you up there.” He slid over the receipt for the drinks and turned away, immediately busying himself with the next customer. As Ralph went to stand, his plug went to a new level, a high intense vibration shook his entire body, and his legs felt like jelly. He sat back down and gathered himself, the panties releasing more juice and almost making him choke. He tasted the lipstick, and just needed to get out of that bar. He stood again, paranoid the whole bar could hear the humming coming from his posterior, and quickly slipped out into the foyer.
What next? He had no idea where to go. He hadn’t even seen his owner, and she was now hiding from him with his key and control over him like he never thought would be possible. He looked at reception and the pretty woman welcoming a new couple to the hotel, he certainly wasn’t able to speak, let alone find out where a woman who’s name he didn’t actually know, would be hiding. He scratched his head and looked around puzzled. He had missed something for sure, this was a test. He thought about going back to the bar and speaking with the barman, but he couldn’t face anything that involved speaking, he was breathless already and he was quite sure he wouldn’t get a sentence out.
He put his hands in his pockets and fumbled around, clenching his fists in desperation. Suddenly he had an idea, grabbed his wallet and pulled out the receipt, and there it was clear and bold, ROOM: 104 Name: Joss, R, at the top of the print out. Stupid Ralph he thought, as he made his way to the lifts.
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He stood at the door and briefly thought if this was a good idea. It was a little late for that, but he knew he could cut the cage off if he wanted to and disappear into the night. Butterflies filled his stomach, but he pushed on and soon knocked on the door and stood waiting for what seemed like an hour as the shadows under the door got nearer and he heard the handle turn. The door opened to a blacked out room, no light at all could be seen apart from the hallway lights shining in and onto the bed. The bed was covered in clothes and equipment, it was certainly the right room. Joanna was behind the door, still unseen, hiding in the shadows.
“Come in, kneel before the bed, hands on head” came the order and Ralph entered.
Ralph soon was stripped out of his clothes, naked apart from his panties, mask removed but still gagged and plugged. Kneeling at the edge of the bed, trying to make out what was before him in the darkness. Joanna circled him like a lion with a kill, and traced his back with her nail as she walked.
“This has been a long time coming Ralphie” Joanna whispered, “We had such fantasies, and we spoke like it would never be. Now you are kneeling before me with my piss in your mouth, tasting your Mistress, ready to serve. Let’s get you dressed.” Joanna spoke with an assertive tone, she was fired up and already wetting her panties as he knelt before her. She reached for the maid’s uniform on the bed with a smile on her face.
20 minutes later Ralph was dressed in the black silk maid’s uniform he had given his measurements for a week earlier. It fitted like a glove, and with the satin gloves, corset, stockings and heels, he was fully dressed as the ideal bimbo fuck doll which aroused him so greatly. He hadn’t anticipated the padlocks on the zips, laces, heels and straps, but he was so deep in subspace he didn’t really care. Joanna pulled out the sodden panties from his mouth and dropped them to the floor where they landed with sodden thump.
“Kneel before me slut” came the order and Ralph knelt before the shadow of the bed and the woman sitting on the edge, still only a silhouette in the darkness. Joanna grabbed his hair in both hands and pulled him closer, his face moved between her bare thighs and soon his lips were on hers as he took in her scent and the feeling of her skin against his.
“Lick” was the only command, and the slutty maid began the duty of bring his Mistress to an orgasm. He felt like he was down there for only minutes before Joanna’s legs began to shake and tensed, squashing his head and pulling his face tightly against her lips and she came wildly and loudly. She fell backwards on to the bed leaving Ralph staring into the darkness at the breasts lit against the night. He felt his cage, soaking, and his panties were a sodden mess too.
The feel of all the satin and silk was too much, like the enormity of the situation, and he felt an orgasm brewing as he tried to grasp his cage, but there was nothing to grab. He groaned loudly his he felt his balls explode into his cage, falling forward and burying his face again between Joanna’s legs, cum dripping from the ruined orgasm in his cage onto the floor, as his breath and moans vibrated against Joanna’s mound. She giggled, Ralph grunted, and soon both were laying prone in their positions, spent.
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Hours passed as they laid there in the spent positions from earlier. Joanna with her legs either side of a curled up Ralph, still on his knees with his head resting on the duvet on the bed. His face tantalizingly close to where he worshiped the only woman in the world that really understood him. Joanna dozed after the excitement of the last 24 hours, arriving on the plane, the hotel, seeing Ralph for the first time, watching him struggle with the panties and plug and then the anticipation and experience of a male feminised slave finally between her legs after so long dreaming and desiring it.
Ralph had no inclination to move and was happy to be knelt in his little satin uniform, his cage dangling out of the side of the panties, and still wet and full of the last cum not to drip on the floor. He was in heaven, a kinky wonderland, and it had been all he had hoped for. Joanna’s phone buzzed, and she reached the bedside behind her and pulled down the screen to see who could be messaging her.
“We are ready, bring him down if you still want to go through with it” it said. She smiled and then frowned. Did she? Is it too much? He did say “do anything, let all your desires go, this is your one chance to really do those things you always hoped”. Even with that, this was quite a step past that, but her Domme friends in London had told her it wasn’t that unusual and helped arrange the next part of her whirlwind stay.
She raised a leg over Ralph and rolled off the bed and walked in a haze to the bathroom, hooking up her strewn panties as she went across the room and disappeared out of sight. Ralph unmoved, assumed he had fulfilled his part of the game and was now preparing for the let down of being told to get dressed and to go home. How wrong was he.
Joanna pulled her panties out from the toilet bowl between her legs, and stood with the dripping wet warm urine soaked panties and left them in the sink. She pulled her small vanity case out from under the sink and unzipped it. Pulling the clingfilm out, she took it and the panties and walked back over to the bed. Time to prepare Ralph.
Taking his hair in a hand, she pulled gently until he raised his head, not a moment of worry or struggle in his bones. Gently Joanna offered the panties to his mouth and Ralph opened and received the bundle of freshly soaked panties with a slight grimace but closed his lips around them and held his head for another instruction. Maybe today wasn’t over after all. All of the sudden he heard a strange sound, something peeling and stretching, before he felt the thin clingfilm strip lay on his face as Joanna expertly wound it round his eyes, forehead and hair. Soon he was wearing a blindfold cap which stopped just above his nose, and still she kept winding. Now she wrapped his mouth, chin, neck. Soon only his nose was exposed, his mouth firmly clamped shut with the strong tasting panties held tightly inside.
Through the muffled din he could not make out words, only the pressure of the wrap continuing to be bound round his head. Finally he felt the pressure relieve and he was totally mute apart from the sound of his own blood pumping around his head. This was intense. Two probes were slid into his nostrils, resting half way up and remained in place with some type of unfragranced cream or gel. He could still breath, however now it whistled as it fed in and out of the tubes.
A final wrap then began, over his nose, holding the tubes in place, until he began to panic as he realised there was not quick way to take off his helmet and if the pipes slipped, he would be in trouble. Joanna took some tape and secured the straws to the wrap, making sure there was no chance they could slip. The ball of film which was once his head bobbed up and down, unable to hear, see, smell or taste anything apart from her own piss. Perfect she thought, he won’t have a clue what is coming.
Joanna took his hands and encouraged him to feel his smooth head. He felt and moved his hands round, trying to find an edge to the wrap with no luck, he was totally encased. He felt the straws and the tape, which gave him a moment of peace before the sheer nature of the situation overwhelmed him again and he bucked against the bed and breathed frantically through the straws. Joanna stepped away to the larger suitcase in the room and opened the top and pulled out the hood.
A perfect dolls head, with make up and realistic eyes. It wasn’t cheap, but she could afford it and knew Ralph was prepared to reimburse any costs. Pulling the latex over his head was hard, it stuck to the film and made it impossible to move much at a time, it wouldn’t be baggy or slip that’s for sure. She aligned the tubes through a special opening and soon staring back at her was a bald, pretty maid kneeling beside the bed.
The hair piece was next, and it stretched over the head and nestled tightly, a blonde set of curls encased the face and rolled down the back. It really didn’t look like a fake head at all, and the eyes looked real enough that you would never know the pretty little blonde was in fact gagged and blind inside. The pursed little lips gave little away and the latex rolled down the neck into the seam line of the maid outfit, hiding all joins. Ralph had no idea what he looked like, if he did he probably would have cum again for the second time in his cage.
Joanna stepped back and looked at her new friend. She was about to walk across a hotel lobby and into a taxi with this doll and wanted it to be perfect. She didn’t want attention or to cause a scene, so now looked in her case again to try to mute the situation Ralph found himself in. She pulled out the long trench overcoat Ralph had given her sizes for last month, and pulled Ralph up by the arm until he was standing in the middle of the room, the petticoat spilling out from under the satin maid uniform, the long white stockings held in place and the tall black high heel shoes wiggling as he held his balance.
She was very surprised how good he looked, he didn’t look like a man in drag at all, and his face was a mix of innocence and beauty hidden beneath curls of blonde that rested against his breast forms. She helped his hand in to the coat and pulled it across, wrapping his uniform. Soon the belt was tied and he was standing there with only his hands, heels and face on display. Internally Ralph panicked and worried what was happening.
Ralph tried to make sense of the situation, he had guessed something had been pulled over the film wrap but after that he wasn’t too sure. He felt the coat being put on and the material brushing against his calves and heels, and could only guess it was a form of a gown. The heat generated from his head and especially the top of his head reminded him of when he last wore a wig, and he though maybe he was some form of empty faced belle of the ball standing in the middle of the room. He wasn’t too far off.
Joanna took a choker and snapped it in to place around his neck and attached a short chain which she pulled as she headed to the door. She wasn’t ready but wanted Ralph to wait patiently. She hooked the chain onto the hook on the back of the room door by the shortest of chains she could, Ralph on toes, his neck stretched as he found his was immobile, pressure against his head told him his face was against a wall, standing there like a possession on display. That will keep him busy though Joanna as she began to ready herself for the night ahead at the club.
With Ralph tied neatly to the door, Joanna slipped in to her clean underwear and pulled up her leather miniskirt. She felt a little nervous, going out in public in anything slightly domineering always gave her a thrill. A bustier followed, which enhanced her cleavage, and gave her the perfect hourglass figure, and her long legs framed by a pair of black stiletto heels.
She tied her hair back in a high ponytail and soon was spraying some perfume before sitting in front of her mirror and applying deep dark eye makeup and dark red lipstick to finish her look. She looked stunning, and she quietly knew it. She walked over to Ralph and held herself against him, rubbing her leather coated mound against his coat covered body. She was horny again, and seeing Ralph all bound only elevated those feelings. He had no idea how she looked and that also thrilled her.
Joanna slipped on her long mac, tying the belt hiding her attire from view, and soon she was ready to head out to the club and meet her friends. She unclipped the chain from Ralph’s choker, leaving it dangling from the hook on the door, and held his shoulders to pull him back from the door to make room for it to open. She took stock one more time at her pretty maid. The glass eyes were weighted to move as the head moved, making even the eyes look ultra realistic. It was pretty amazing to think what was beneath it all.
She swung the door open and Ralph felt the draft on his stocking covered legs and the cool air rushing past from the air conditioned hallway. He knew that was the door opening, and soon he was petrified what was happening. He had no sense at all and all he could do was trust this woman he meet only two hours ago. An arm hooked through his, and began to tug him along, blindly following the directions as he headed along. He tried to picture what was out in the hall, remembering where the lifts were placed, and figured that is where he stood as he waited for more direction.
Joanna checked her phone again, Uber had her cab outside already so she was happy at last, this was the most risky part of the plan. If anyone noticed anything strange at this point, there was no explaining. However the mirror in the lift just showed two girls arm in arm on their way out for a good night. The lifts open in the foyer, and Joanna led Ralph across to the rotating door and realised this was going to be painful.
Did Ralph know where he was? Would he work out what to do when he got in the revolving door? She pushed him into the space and gave the door a little push, the back of the door hit him and jolted him forward, as he shuffled along. She joined behind him and pushed gently as the door turned. Slowly Ralph shuffled along following the bumps on his back, making slow progress. Then disaster struck, as the door reached the outside, Ralph continued to follow it round as he was pushed from behind, and soon he started to head back into the lobby.
Joanna sighed, this was harder than she thought! She got out and pulled the door round past her, hoping to continue to push Ralph around. Ralph felt another prod on his back, he assumed he was be pushed along a corridor and was no longer being held by the arm. Was he on another floor? Was he alone with people rushing by him?
His head was spinning with lots of thoughts, could he be under someone else’s control now, leading him to their room? Another prod, he shuffled forward again, feeling something in front. He was in some form of queue. At last Ralph re-appeared at the front and Joanna grabbed his arm before he could go round again and led him towards the taxi.
It didn’t take too long to work out he was outside with the breeze under his coat, and he worked out quite quickly he was in a car and assumed he was with Joanna again. He couldn’t smell, hear or see anything. The urine soaked panties his only comfort as he sat on his butt plug, politely with his knees together in the back of the car. They arrived at the club quickly, it wasn’t far but Joanna didn’t want to deal with walking with her mute maid, they got to the door and Joanna pulled Ralph inside with her into the reception area.
“Good Evening” said the woman behind the glass. “I assume you are a superior Ma’am?” she asked.
“Yes, I am here to meet friends. I have brought my slave with me, can we go through?” Joanna replied, motioning to the dark heavy door.
“You can Miss, however your slave needs to be vetted and checked before we allow them to join you. I trust you have read the rules and regulations” the receptionist asked.
Joanna hadn’t, it was recommended by the friend she had found on the internet over the last couple of years, Miss Anne, she trusted her to make the right decision.
“Yes, of course. She pulled Ralph over to the cloak room and took his coat off, and her own, handing both to the attendant. The attendant gave her a ticket, and then took a leash from under the counter and gave it to Joanna.
“Snap this on her collar please Miss, and then you can hook her over there on the hooks in the processing waiting area” he explained. She took the short one foot long chain from him. Joanna pulled Ralph over to the bare space with strong metal hooks on the wall, all only a foot from the floor. She pushed Ralph’s shoulder and he started to lower and soon was on his knees facing the wall, she clipped the leash to the hook and he was held with his head bent forward, holding him close to the ground. She gave him a reassuring stroke on the back, turned away and pushed through the door into the club.
Ralph knelt in silence on the hard cold floor, feeling the tug on his neck holding him low to the ground. It was very uncomfortable but he wanted to impress his Mistress. He imagined he was in someone’s house, possibly knelt next to some seating area with Joanna. He had only his imagination as there were no clues at all. He stayed in position for what seemed hours as he waited for the next instruction. In reality it had been 10 minutes as the attendant sent the pager message through to the vetting area and the handlers prepared.
The door next to the hooks opened and a tall female in high boots and leather strode out and over to Ralph. She took her leather glove and unhooked the leash and without any warning pulled it incredibly hard, causing Ralph to fall sideways onto the floor and roll on to his back. He wasn’t prepared for that or how insanely strong this person was. It certainly wasn’t the gentle Joanna from earlier. Ralph orientated himself and was up on his knees again and was pulled along crawling behind the leash as he was led through the door into the darkened room beyond.
Ralph was stood up and pushed forward until he felt himself laying over some form of bench. His legs were pulled apart and he felt chains holding his feet wide apart. His hands were folded behind his back and up between his shoulder blades into a reverse prayer, and then a plastic tie pulled tight holding them in place.
Ropes then wound around the wrists, before the rope was tucked though the wrists gap and the end pulled tight over his head pulling his arms even more into his shoulder blades. He grunted beneath all the layers, no sound appeared and he laid immobile with is bottom clearly on display. His butt plug was pulled out with quite some force and he felt his gaping anus exposed in the room.
Suddenly as quick as he was unplugged his was filled again, with a monstrous plug that must have been 3 inches wide at least. He squealed and squirmed as much as he could as he was invaded and stretched as wide as ever, but it was no use, the force on the plug was constant and soon his hole accepted it’s fate and he’s bottom greedily accepted the intruder and closed tightly around it. The woman connected the bag held above to the tube from the plug and the ice cold water rushed through the plug and into his rectum, filling him with the 2 litre enema which was mandatory for all slaves before they were sent into service.
She took a sterile wipe and cleaned his bottom cheeks, and pulled the chair across to sit before her canvas. Applying the tracing paper and peeling away left the outline of a bar code and words beneath. Taking the tattoo gun she begun to drill in the ink to the outline and when done in sheer minutes she pulled back the chair and left the room briefly. Ralph had no idea but his bottom now had a permanent bar code and “House Slave – Use as required” on his left cheek , the right cheek listed “Limits:” and underneath had the chilling single word “None”
It stung. Ralph’s throat was raw from screaming to stop, but with the panties and the head encased, nothing came out at all. He was pretty aware what had just happened, he could feel the vibrations as the scratching applied pressure, and he thought through the implications of whatever had just been applied. His stomach was cramping too, the enema bloated him and he felt abused and defeated in his silent prison.
The woman returned with a trolley of other items and moved around to his head. She skillfully peeled off the wig and removed the latex mask to leave the wrap encased head. For the first time in hours, Ralph could vaguely see light and colour and thought maybe the ordeal was coming to an end. The woman pressed a button on a control on the trolley and the lights dimmed with only a spotlight on Ralph’s outfit, his world went semi dark again. She took scissors and cut carefully up the back from the neck to the scalp, cutting the film away showing his wet head inside the hood. When she reached the top, she peeled the sides away past his ears and stopped.
Taking some buds from the trolley she applied gel and placed the buds in each ear, then she pushed some putty over the top, filling his outer ear until they were smooth. His world went silent again, this time it felt much more professional and permanent. An elastic band was placed over the peeled hood and behind the head, holding it to the eyes. Whilst that held, she pulled the bottom half off freeing the mouth and the nose tubes popped out of his nostrils – he could breath freely once more. A leather hand slapped his mouth and Ralph opened and out dropped the panties into her hand, which she quickly placed on the trolley. He could move his mouth, and started to utter words to stop what was happening.
“Please Miss, I have had enough Miss, did you permanently mark me Miss? Did i have a safe wor…” he started, before a ring gag was inserted behind his teeth. It had a plate at the bottom which pushed down on his tongue, holding it down. With a little switch in the middle, the plate could be removed at any time freeing the hungry tongue, but little did he know that. A pair of large silicon lips were snapped on to the front of the gag, leaving a gaping open mouth, ready to receive whatever was offered. And then finally a ball gag was placed over those lips, tied tightly behind the neck.
This was very professional and scary. Next the elastic band was removed and the cling film hood fell to the floor, the semi darkness stopped any shapes being made and Ralph could only look down at the black din and the leather shadow of the boots below. A pair of what felt like tanning googles were placed over his head and his eyes tried to adjust to the view through the glass. He could hardly see anything, they were heavily tinted and everything outside of top of the boots were fuzzy and out of focus.
He effectively was now limited to seeing things directly in front of his eyes. He struggled against his bonds, but she worked quickly and soon the latex hood he had worn earlier was peeled back over his face, the gag removed and rebuckled after the lips had been pulled through the mouth piece of the mask. He now was drooling uncontrollably and although he could smell through the nose piece, he was in much worse state than before the hood had been removed.
The top of the mask was being rubbed, and with his new found smell sense it was a strong chemical smell, he recognised as a glue. Then the wig reapplied, with the blonde locks falling each side of his head. All of the sudden there was a loud sound that made him jump through his skin.
“Testing, testing” came the female voice. Then “Good” as she saw his response. The intercom was working. Now Ralph was back in silence.
She pressed a pedal on the floor and the catches that held the bench in place gave way and two cables lifted the bench by hooks at the front, either side of his head. The bench tilted as it rose, and soon he was off the ground, still spread and held taught as he dangled in front of his captor. There was nothing under the bench blocking access, so she now could see and had perfect access to his manhood still caged in the plastic holy trainer he came in.
She took a set of cutters and carefully hooked them round the ring at the base and clipped both sides, soon the cage fell off to the floor leaving a very scared and shrunken penis hanging freely between his legs. Grabbing the metal cage from the trolley, with minimum fuss and hardly no touching, the new ring and small nub cage was applied and the integrated lock clicked shut as she pushed it together.
The flesh pushing through the tightest of cages, showing as Ralph’s manhood ignored his situation and tried to expand in to it’s new house. She took out the key and threw it back on the trolley with a dismissive manner. If Ralph could have seen, it would have know what that would have meant next, as she reached for the Epoxy Resin and injected it into the lock and joints on the dangling cage. He was now permanently chaste in metal.
She undid the ankle chains whilst he dangled and then lowered him to the ground, untying the rope that was pulling his hands between his shoulders and finally helping him stand straight again. He was in awe how professional and quickly he had been processed and how inescapable his situation now was. A hose dangling between his legs was pulled through and it clicked up on to his ball gag, and then with a small tweak of a valve by his plug, the ice cold water came rushing through his gag and down into his throat. It was disgusting and he held the water in his mouth and refused to swallow.
The woman pressed her locket around her neck against her skin, and spoke.
“You will be staying here until it is empty, we have no time limits, you can be here weeks for all we care” barked an order in his ear piece. “Let me explain what has happened” she continued.
“You are now processed, when you have cleaned yourself, you will be sent through to the Domme room where your owner will take you back under her control whenever she is in the club. You are sealed in and property of the club. You are to provide any duty we request. Any time you fail us, you will be severely punished. You can only hear the owner of this locket I wear at the moment. All other noise is filtered out. You have lenses which keeps you from seeing outside of 2 feet around you, these ensure your attention is entirely on the object in front of you at all time. Welcome to the club, now drink up.”
Ralph struggled to take it all in, was it a joke? Was this an amazing role play that Joanna had set up? Did Joanna know what was happening with this woman who’s blurry silhouette he could just make out in front of him. He stood there for a couple of minutes thinking how to proceed. His hands were still tied between his shoulders, he certainly couldn’t escape yet, so he could only do what was told and with a grimace under his hood he drank his enema juice until no more flowed.
He was completely at disposal of this woman and now she came over and unclicked the tube and removed it from the plug stretching his bottom so wide. She moved behind him, unwrapped the rope and snipped through the plastic tie around his wrists. His hands dropped to his sides and he rubbed his skin. Horrible position to be held in. He was grateful of the freedom he had gained.
He was guided across the room and finally he could make out a door as it was right in front of his face in the darkened room, and it opened and he was pulled through and held by the arm as the lights above blurred his view and in his disorientated view he struggled to find balance in his heels. The woman pulled him over to Joanna, and left him standing whilst she gave her the locket for her to wear, she then helped her put it on, bowed her head and left swiftly leaving Ralph standing there in front of two figures he couldn’t quite make out.
Joanna watched as the woman came across with Ralph linked in her arm, it had been a good hour and she had caught up with Anne whilst she had waited.
“Here he is! That took some time, I didn’t realise they were going to be so thorough with him. Thanks again for dealing with the membership for me, I just didn’t have time to look at it all, glad you filled it all in for me.” She thanked Anne as she watched the mute maid walk across the room.
“Well as you said, I know this place better than most, so it was only right I helped you with the options you had” Anne smirked as she too watched the latex covered maid approach them in their booth. The woman approached Joanna and gave her the locket, bending near to explain further.
“This locket controls what your slave can hear, Ma’am. Press it against your skin to activate the channel and it picks up your voice box and he can hear clearly every word you say. He won’t be distracted by an other noises as requested.” She explained, before bowing her head and leaving Ralph standing there by the booth. Joanna looked towards Anne, and Anne quickly explained.
“It gets noisy in here, so I ticked the option for an intercom so you could talk clearly to Ralph whilst here. Nothing to worry about.” Anne explained, and Joanna nodded and looked at the locket. It was shaped like a key and was quite heavy to touch. She connected it around her neck and smiled with excitement at the new novel toy she had to play with.
Looking at Ralph he didn’t look too different to when she had left him, dressed the same but the only difference was now he had lips and a gag applied instead of a mute face. It looked less round and padded too, she guessed correctly that the film hood had been removed and he could see through the glass eyes. She went to stand and caught Ralph’s hand which made him jump, like he hadn’t seen it coming. He squeezed her hand tight and Joanna took it that he recognised her and all was well.
It was time Ralph paid back Anne for setting up the play session. She pulled him forward towards them sitting in the booth and she pushed his shoulder down, making him kneel before them, a little circular platform was in the middle of the booth under the table with loops and a buckles. Anne pointed to it.
“Let me show you how this works” she said and grabbed Ralph’s hand and pulled him across onto the turntable. As he shuffled on his knees beneath the table it rotated slowly, until it clicked into place and moved no more. She put a heeled foot in each of the buckles at the back and pulled the strap holding his foot still.
She then did the same with the hands, until he was on all fours, held in place beneath the table. Finally she pulled down a retractable strap from underneath the table, clicked it on his choker and retracted it until his head was pulled straight, keeping his head high, almost touching the table top , just on the edge.
“So these buttons here control the strap and the turntable” She explained, pushing the green button next to Joanna. The table whirled as the platform rotated and the strap also moved around to finish next to the buttons. Ralph was now facing directly under Joanna’s position and his head tantalizingly was hovering between her legs next to the hem of her skirt.
“These two buttons change your chair position” Anne then explained and pressed the chair icon and the chair slid forward and reclined slightly, moving herself onto the awaiting face of Ralph. Her panties pushed against the ballgag, perfectly positioned, and she could see immediately how much fun this club was going to be.
Anne pushed her green button and Joanna’s chair retracted and then Ralph spun slowly round until he was under Anne. She pressed the other shoe icon, and the chair pulled back slightly and a foot rest pulled her foot up to Ralph’s hood. Now her shoe was right next to his mouth.
“Amazing” Joanna exclaimed. “Feel free to use him for a while” she offered.
Anne kicked off her shoe, wiggling her toes and reached under the table to uncatch the ballgag buckle. It swung to the side, the strap had been secured to the back of the hair piece to remain constantly available. Anne put her finger in his mouth and pressed the button on the plate.
“There is a tongue suppressor in this club so our slaves don’t talk out of turn. You press this little button on the back of the lip piece and it pops off, you just press it back down until it clicks when done” Anne demonstrated before placing the plate on the table, and pushed her toes into the awaiting mouth. Drool dripped past her toes and she wiggled them deep in his mouth, as his tongue started to explore the toe ring and the pretty feet of Anne.
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Ralph felt the toes wriggle in his mouth, he could see the foot before him and the foot rest beneath. The ball gag swung to the side and he was clearly relieved to have the plate removed from his gag. The ring stopped him sucking and closing his mouth, he had just enough freedom to move his tongue over the foot which he assumed belonged to Joanna. He was disorientated from the spinning and the darkness, but at last he could enjoy some submissive servitude and wanted to please his owner.
He swirled his tongue over and over the toes, moving the toe ring and licking deep between the toes. It tasted wonderful after the last hour, and he started to enjoy the task. A second foot soon presented itself to him and he moved between the two, cleaning both as best he could. He stuck his tongue out past the rubber lips and could just reach the sole of the foot and licked slowly with long wipes as much as his neck leash would allow him. The toes bounced joyfully before him, showing their pleasure, and he continued licking for a long time.
Joanna joined Anne reclining in her seat and both sat back and spoke about their experiences and past which Ralph continued his work under the table in front of Anne. Joanna saw the same set of buttons appeared on the arm rest which popped up as the chair reclined and pressed the shoe button on her console. Ralph span round and soon was directly before Joanna’s black high heels and began cleaning them as they continued.
Joanna found out Anne had been experienced much longer than her, and owned her own dungeon which she used regularly with her clients and her personal slaves. She came to the club often enough to be known by all the staff and even the slaves that seems to be there on their own, kneeling by the door waiting for a Domme to serve. Joanna felt at ease with Anne, she was smart, funny and attractive. The blonde hair in a high ponytail like her own, and she wore a fabulous dress which pulled her in at all the right places. She too had a locket round her neck.
“Is that locket also for here? You have a slave here tonight too?” Joanna asked.
“No dear, this is one which they gave me a while back as I came here often, it allows me to talk to any of the house slaves over there” She pointed.
“House slaves?” Joanna looked puzzled. “You mean they are staff here too?!”
“Not quite my dear, they are slaves in the full sense of the word. They are owned by the club and when their owner leaves for home they are put to work to earn their keep. They are always their owner’s property but when they are away, they are kept busy shall we say” Anne explained.
The whole concept blew Joanna’s mind, this was much more than a play room, these people were here full time and looking at them, they were all slightly there to serve slightly different needs.
One had a funnel gag, another in diapers and a pacifier, a third was naked apart from a dog mask and knee pads. They stayed shackled to the wall with their bottoms exposed and ready for service. Joanna squinted at them, seeing their exposed bottoms and asked
“Is that writing on their bottoms?” she asked.
“It’s the menu!” Anne excitedly responded. “Each has their own skills and limits, you get to read before you take one away so you know what to respect. The club is pretty strict at ensuring those limits are not broken. There are some quite extreme individuals that come through that door, so the limits are there to protect those who serve.”
“That is well thought out” Joanna responded as she sipped her juice and watched Ralph dribble over her heel. Anne smiled again and looked away, almost stiffing a laugh. Joanna started to feel a little more confident, being new to the city and meeting Anne for the first time, she was a little reserved at first. But now she felt more at home, and her finger waved over the seat button on her armrest and soon she was moving forward with her panties already a little moist as Ralph’s swollen lips moved closer and closer to her own. A moment later and Ralph’s tongue was now exploring the panties and trying to find a way through the fabric to the skin below.
He frantically pushed with his tongue and flicked at the elasticated edge, trying to worm inside from his angle. Every attempt was closer, and his mouth touched Joanna’s most private area and the electricity flowed up Joanna’s body and made her grip tighter to the chair. The latex face and the wobbling eyes of the maid below gave nothing away, and Joanna reached forward and grabbed a handful of the hair and pulled him even tighter against her body.
She rocked back and forth, pushing and pulling as she did – Anne to the side was gently stroking herself whilst watching the show next to her. Smiling and nodding as Joanna became more and more involved. The tongue was doing a great job but it simply wasn’t going deep enough and Joanna was starting to get a little frustrated. Anne pulled out a dildo with a tapered screw at the back, and offered it to Joanna.
“Here, screw this in his gag” she offered. Joanna took it and found it fitted perfectly, and soon a dildo was mounted to the surprised looking maid, extending far beyond her lips. It was perfect.
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Ralph felt the long dildo being screwed into his mouth, stopping all air passing, leaving him just his nose to breathe. He could see the dildo extend out of his mouth and point into the distance and the leather skirt hem of Joanna. The hand disappeared from sight after the dildo was firmly screwed and quietly Ralph was relieved. After the past hour using his tongue he had cramps like never before and he was happy to have some respite. As he nodded his head back and forth he had a chance to finally assess his situation and what ever he tried to think felt incredibly scary.
He was marked, he was sealed into a cage and something was placed in his ears. He could only hear little snippets and he could only see a little in front of his face. Her couldn’t talk, he couldn’t even move at the moment, and he had been denied a chance to use a safe word. This was as far from being in control as he had ever been, and secretly this was such an amazing experience. Add to that he just had been sucking a toe of someone he didn’t even know, he was really in a dream world at the moment and ignoring the unknowns he was content. There were many things he tried not to think about, if he did then he surely would be less content and struggling a little more than present.
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Joanna bit her lip as the orgasm came over her, her nipples peaked and rubbed against the material, her legs began to shake wildly and the feeling shot from her thighs up through her pussy and she exploded into joy, clamping hard down on the dildo. Ralph sensed it and stopped moving, and Joanna held his head still as she felt the sensitive post orgasmic tingle flow over her body. She grabbed the blonde hair and held it tight. This was exactly what she had wanted before the trip, she laid spent with her slave dutifully between her legs as she stared aimlessly at the ceiling.
Anne moved closer to Joanna and whispered in her ear. “Is it ok if I take Ralph for a test drive?” she asked whilst already moving her finger to the control panel on the chair. Joanna just nodded and closed her eyes whilst the feelings washed over her. Anne pressed a padlock button and all the buckles and straps went loose and Ralph dropped to the floor. She reached down, twisted the dildo to unmount it and pushed the plate from the table top back into his mouth, pushing his tongue flat.
Grabbing the dildo, she twisted it onto the back of the dangling ball gag, and then pushed the entire dildo back down the waiting throat and snapped the buckle of the gag into place. Ralph was now choking on the phallic insert with no escape from the enforced deepthroat he was giving. He moved his hands to his mouth and clawed helplessly as the ball gag was held firmly in place, Anne just laughing at the situation. She pressed her locket.
“We need to work on the reflex I see” she jibed, “Now, crawl after me and follow” she ordered and shuffled out from the booth and Ralph crawled out from the table and stayed by her ankle. She slipped her shoes back on and walked across the room rather quickly and Ralph scrambled to keep up with the unknown woman leading him away. She reached a heavy door and pushed with her shoulder, it swung open and she held it and used her foot to push against the plug in Ralph’s bottom and encourage him forward. He entered a tiled room and the door swung behind him and Anne carried on in front.
She got to the end where there was a padded platform and helped her latex maid kneel on the platform facing her, just level with her waist. She pushed his shoulders back with her hands, until his head rested in a recess and pulled a metal clasp across his neck and clicked into place. His head was now held in the recess. She stood back and Ralph could see her roll what looked like a half height wall mounted on wheels into view.
He watched as the wall was pushed towards him and rested over the padded platform and beneath his neck, hiding all but his head from view. A rubber collar extended from the wall and neatly pushed against his neck. He looked down and to the sides to see the white porcelain around his head, and immediately realised what was going on. Anne stood back and to the side, exposing a full length mirror behind her. He couldn’t see clearly or that far, but he could make out the outline of a urinal with is head firmly placed at the bottom in the middle.
She reached forward and clipped a small hose to the front of the gag like the other lady had done earlier with the enema, and he could suddenly feel air again down his throat. The hose had to open a valve in the ball gag and through the dildo, meaning air and anything else could now flow down his throat. Anne stood back and pressed her locket again.
“Well it is time we met properly. I am Anne, the owner of this club. You my dear are my latest addition to my stable and you need to earn your keep. All my slaves have a good life away from the club but also understand what they need to do to maintain that good life. You have rent to pay my dear, and this is your first job. I want this bowl to be pristine on my return, it is only early and the gentlemen are yet to check in, so expect your night to get busier before we close.” Anne smiled, not that Ralph could see it, but he heard it all alright.
Addition? Earn my keep? This was too much, but with no means to object, the latex maid face was simply staring at Anne. She turned on her heels and left the bathroom, removing the Out of Service sign as she disappeared back into the dark room.
Joanna was nobodies fool, and knew there was more happening here than met the eye. Anne knew too much about the workings, where things were, and Joanna got a very bad feeling about what was happening here. She waited for Anne to disappear through the door, and headed back out to the reception on her wobbly legs.
“Can I see the options form I submitted please” asked Joanna, and the receptionist looked up and smiled. “Yes, Ma’am, can I have a name please” she asked. Joanna soon had the form Anne had submitted on her behalf whilst they were travelling last week. To her horror she saw her signature forged at the bottom next to a waiver of ownership and Anne’s name against the new owner details.
She read the form more carefully, the limits section as Anne described was blank, the role preferences outline a sissy maid, and contact details were all filled out with some address that didn’t even exist in Brazil. Joanna was right, she thought something was odd, and now she had proof. She folded the paper and put it in her skirt pocket and pushed through the door again ignoring the receptionist asking for the form back.
Anne was still gone, no doubt inflicting something nasty on poor Ralph. She wanted to thrill him and give him an experience that even HE couldn’t have made up in his stories, but this was too much. She got back to the seat just in time to see Anne remove a sign from the toilet and head back over.
“I am going to do some errands for a little while on my phone out the front, you mind if I leave you briefly Joanna? I can send across one of the house slaves if you want more attention?” she offered. Joanna shook her head and motioned she still was coming down, and Anne laughed and took her phone out – pointing at it and then out the door. Yeah right, Joanna thought, but let her go. She was going to find Ralph.
Joanna pressed her locket to her chest and spoke slowly, hoping Ralph could hear her. “Ralphie, this was a terrible mistake, I was tricked into coming here but I am going to get us out.” She said.
“If you can make it, come back to the table now, you must try whilst we have time” the earpiece rattled in Ralph’s ears. Presently he was choking on what seemed like a gallon of warm salty urine that had been peed right into his face. The tube was attached to the bottom plate of the urinal, catching all the fluid and directing it through the ball gag, the dildo and down his waiting throat. The smell of piss filled his nose and he felt his stomach begin to swell. This was worse than he could have imagined.
He waited for the man to leave and tried with all his might to push the wall away from him, following Joanna’s instructions. But it was latched to the wall, and he was firmly held in place by the steel collar around his neck. He pushed one more time to no avail before he let out an inaudible cry from behind his mask.
Joanna waited 10 minutes without an sound or sight of Ralph before she decided to go to explore. She moved to the door she last saw Anne go through with Ralph and saw it showed a male toilet sign. Not good. She waited a moment, looked round and then decided to push it open. Inside it was empty, the club was still relatively empty too, so she hoped she would avoid any embarrassing situations.
Inside was like any other bathroom, rows of cubicles to the left, a long line of sinks directly in front with mirrors behind. To her right a line of urinals, each with a television above showing adverts and scrolling through different pictures of slaves available to rent. She walked a bit further, past the first urinal and saw the oddest of sights at the second. Where the urinal should be was a recess with a hanging collar above a padded platform. Her heart sunk as she realised what she would find if she went further along.
She passed two more empty stools before she same to the final divider and beyond that she saw Ralph’s mask, lips half submerged in pee. She shrieked in disgust, and quickly started to grapple the latch on the wall. Suddenly, she stopped. She looked below and saw the piss slowly disappearing and realised if she pulled it away, the rubber seal would move and cover poor Ralph. So she waited. She pressed her locket once more.
“Ralph, I am here. I need you to drink what you have so I can get you out” she reassured him, “I need to make it look normal as possible as we walk out, so need you smartly presented, please hurry” she said. Ralph doubled his efforts and soon the urine had disappeared and Joanna set to work unsnapping the latches that held the Urinal to the wall. It rolled out of the way and Joanna then pulled away the collar, helping Ralph stand. He wasn’t in a good way, wobbly, obviously choking still, but she had to play the game to get him out. She pushed him into a cubicle and entered too, shutting the door behind them.
She unsnapped his gag and pulled the huge dildo out from his throat. Ralph coughed and spluttered as it was removed. She then put her hand in his mouth and found the plate switch, removing it and discarding it on the floor in the cubicle. Ralph reached to his mouth with his hands and calmed himself as he saw Joanna moving her lips without hearing her. Ralph pointed to his ears and reminded Joanna. Pressing the locket, she suddenly burst back into life.
“Ok, are you ok? nod if you are ok?” Ralph nodded. “Ok, right, let me work this out. You have to wear what you have, we have no choice but to leave and get away. This was a terrible mistake.” Joanna continued. Ralph was amazingly calm based on what he just had to endure.
“The ball gag has to go back in to make it look right Ralph” Joanna almost apologised as the said it, untwisting the dildo and then pushing the ball against his lips once more. Without the dildo and tongue plate, it felt like almost luxury to Ralph. She took his hand, opened the door and pulled him through to the main room.
Dropping his hand as she left, she took one of the many leashes that adorned the walls, and snapped it to his collar, now she looked like any other Domme taking her maid. She headed to the main door. Through the glass she saw Anne talking to the receptionist in tears. Joanna felt sorry, but it was more important than a silly form. She turned and yanked poor Ralph back the other way, thinking where to head. Then she saw the door Ralph had been delivered through earlier. Got to be a way through?
She went over and pulled gently and looked inside at the darkened room. In the middle a bound slave hung from a bench mid height, dangling freely, his feet chained to the sides and his bottom freshly marked and wrapped in film. No sign of anyone, Joanna pulled Ralph in with her into the room and the door swung behind leaving them in almost pitch darkness.
They stuck to the side wall, Joanna pushing Ralph back against the wall and she crept along pulling him behind with the leash. He was next to useless at the moment, but she didn’t have time to explain.
As they crept along, all of the sudden the door opened and the strong woman entered again holding a iron branding rod, glowing bright red and she quickly administered it to the slaves thigh without a moment’s hesitation. Joanna bit her hand in horror and stood there in the dark shadows watching as the slave bucked and fitted as he hung in the mid air. As soon as she came, she left again, Joanna left with the recently branded slave and her own following her leash.
She turned and pressed the locket one last time,
“Ralph we are going through the room you were prepared in, I promise I will make this up to you”
she pulled him up to the door opposite the one the woman has just used, and looked through at the slave holding area and the doors beyond. She saw the receptionist still sobbing and the tail end of Anne going back into the main club behind her. She didn’t have long. As quick as she could she swung open the door and pulled Ralph behind her and ran through into the reception and out of the door into the fresh air. The sight of a woman in heels, bustier and a leather skirt pulling along an oversized ball gagged satin maid must have been quite a shock for those passing.
Joanna didn’t stop running and pulling until she unable to run any more in those heels. She turned to see poor Ralph keeping up behind her, still being tugged along by the leash. She thought what to do, she could see the outline of the hotels not far away, she knew it wasn’t far from the taxi ride earlier. She had to work out how to get back to her room. She wasn’t dressed like she would like for walking through the hotel, and Ralph certainly wasn’t, but she didn’t have much choice.
She reached the ball gag and unclipped it again, Ralph trying to say “Thank You” through the ring gag. She tried to pull it free, but without removing the hood it was impossible. The hood made Ralph look passable as a female, so it had to stay for now. Ralph stared blankly at her, drool dripping out of the oversized lips. She unclipped the leash and removed the choker from earlier. She pulled at the ball gag that was attached to the back of the neck and it was stuck fast.
Without ripping the mask that ball gag was going nowhere. It had to stay too, she tucked the loose end of the strap down the collar of the maid uniform at the back, the ball resting against his neck, hidden enough for now. She looked at Ralph again, the black satin maid uniform glistening in the night, the white stockings dirty with runs, and the black high heels on which he wobbled. She took his arm, linked arms and then pulled them both forward towards the hotel, this was it, no turning back.
Joanna turned to Ralph, looking into the obstructed lenses and pressed her locket to her chest,
“We are going to have to go for it Ralph, there is no other way I can see in” She exclaimed in despair. She had gotten them out of the club but whatever would happen next wasn’t really in her plans. She stood on a corner of a dark London road looking more like a professional street walker than a Dominatrix with a near on useless rubber latex maid alongside her.
Taking his hand, she pulled him to the kerb and looked to cross over into the curved driveway that led up to the revolving doors they painfully used earlier. As she looked to cross she caught site of the side entrance to the hotel, and at that point, she had the most brilliant brainwave.
Ralph followed the tugs on his hand, his mouth drooling out of the mask still, doing his best to swallow down and walk at the same time. He had gotten used to the heels and the uneven pavement, and with his limited sight he could make out the shape of his Mistress leading him forward in the darkness. His bottom began to sting again and his plug did not cease it’s feeling it was splitting him in two, he didn’t even want to think about when that thing coming out.
Joanna approached the side door and gave it a tug, locked. It was controlled by a card entry system, and was firmly locked. She pushed Ralph to the side where a number of kitchen bins were neatly stacked and tried to act inconspicuous as they loitered around awaiting the door to open.
20 minutes had passed before the reassuring sound of a beep could be heard and the door swung open. Two men, obviously kitchen staff walked out and away into the night, the end of their evening shift finally over in the early hours of the morning. Joanna tugged Ralph as she turned the corner and put her heel in the doorway holding it open.
Once inside, Joanna looked for the sign of a lift or a flight of stairs, this was exhilarating and scary at the same time. She never had done anything quite like this before, but she felt like it was a movie and she was playing the heroine saving the hotel from attackers. She pulled Ralph forward, suddenly hearing chatter as two more kitchen porters made their way out after a long stint.
In panic she pushed Ralph into a side room and pulled the door to, looking through the gap as they past, oblivious to any dramas unfolding. Taking a deep breath and calming herself down, she took stock of the room. It was a housekeeping store, full of all the essentials for cleaning this prestigious hotel. She then had a wicked idea.
Joanna finished buttoning up the rather unflattering cleaning uniform she now wore. Black knee length fabric hung loosely around her legs, held at her waist by the belt of the apron that now hung in front of her. She looked like any other cleaning staff apart from the wicked eye makeup. Next she turned to Ralph, dipping her hand in her handbag and pulling out the keys to the locks. Quickly she undid the padlocks on the uniform, and unzipped the back, allowing the x rated uniform to gather on the petticoat and then fall to the floor.
She pulled down the petticoat too, kneeling in front of her slave. It gave her the first chance to look at his new jewellery. She pulled at the cage to find it completely solid, not a single link would move, the whole piece of metal seemed welded to the appendage beneath, no movement at all. She twisted it to look for a key hole, she might be able to buy spares from the internet when they got back to the room, but the lock was hardly visible under a rock solid transparent plastic resin that had been set inside the device.
The ring was made of thick steel, points on the inside of the ring stopped it sliding in any direction, biting tightly into the balls. The cage itself was tiny, and was thick solid steel too. She doubted anything could cut through that and even if it could, with no room at all inside, any friction or cutting would see the end of Ralph’s manhood. He was stuck and she doubted he would ever get that thing off.
She picked up the larger uniform that hung on the rail and helped the lingerie cladded doll step inside and pulled up the drab cleaning uniform. It was tight, not meant for a large man, but she was able to zip the back and tied the apron around the mid-drift to match hers. Ralph’s latex mask still looked good, the seam still hidden under the neck line of the dress, and his curls still looked real, bouncing on his breast forms as he stood there.
Joanna inspected the mouth of the mask again, now she had more time. Grabbing the swollen lips, she pushed her fingers through and tried to find how they were attached. She felt with her fingers until she found the lips had a grommet at the back which was tightly connected to the ring gag that rested behind the teeth. Straps ran out of the gag, down each side of the cheeks, and disappeared around the back under the latex hood and hair.
The only way to get that off would be to peel the mask away, ripping it from the wig and making it impossible for Ralph to pass as anything other than a man in drag. So it stayed. She pressed her locket again, explained the situation and plan to the waiting Ralph.
Ralph listened intently, disappointed that the gag wasn’t out, but happy that he would save himself from embarrassment until he was safely back in the hotel room in a moments time. He looked down at his uniform, seeing how the drab black cotton dress blended in with the same one Joanna now wore, and nodded. Like he had the choice. Joanna balled up the satin uniform and petticoat, stuffed it in the bin on the end of a trolley, and the two maids started pushing the trolley along the corridor in search of the lift.
As they approached the end of the corridor, a small service lift appeared and Joanna rushed ahead to press the up button, hoping it would open and save themselves from any more drama. As they stood at the lift, Ralph stood close to the panel caught his first glance as himself back as the mirrored basement panel reflected back the pretty maid standing there. He was taken back, he looked exactly like a woman, his breasts pert and full, his blonde hair nestled either side of them.
His face was something else, perfect green eyes starred back at him, even through the goggles inside he could see clearly the plump red lips and the eye make up framing his face. The lips were large, slightly open and inviting, and the soft skin plunged down his neck, hiding his stubble and Adams Apple from display. No wonder so many people had stopped and looked as he had ran along with Joanna earlier, and thank god he had got out of that club before anything else had happened in the Gents.
The ding of the lift broke his trance, and the two maids scurried into the lift and Joanna pressed 1 and the doors slid shut. Joanna lent against the side with her head and sighed, it had not been the night she had expected. Her head spinned with images, sights, things that she could never unsee, the poor branding on that young slaves bottom. She thought for a moment, and then stooped and pulled up the dress of Ralph.
Rolling it past the stocking tops, she pulled it up until the cage and panty covered bottom could be seen. Pulling the cheek material to one side, she inspected his bottom to her horror. In bright red skin proudly sat a barcode and a list of limits. He had been tattooed too, her heart dropped. He had trusted her and she had let him be branded and permanently sealed into a cage. She had some thinking to do when they got back, how the hell was she going to explain this.
As she dropped his dress again the doors slid open, Ground, this was not what she wanted. Her face drained as an important looking man strode over to the lift and slid in next to the trolley, pressed 10 and the doors slowly closed again. She squeezed Ralph’s hand and the lift stayed in silence for a moment before it started rising again.
“Bit early to start your shift” He said, looking at Joanna’s name badge on her uniform. “Maria…” Joanna froze, she didn’t quite know what to say.
“Overtime! eh!” he carried on, and took a long glance at Ralph. Joanna distracted him
“Yeah, mouths need feeding!” she joked as the doors opened. Joanna pushed the trolley forward and slowly slipped past the man. Ralph stood still, unaware of the situation unfolding in front of him. Joanna pressed her locket as she walked,
“Come on Sophie” she said, remembering his name badge, and Ralph blindly stepped forward following the trolley. As they left, the man’s hand brushed the bottom of Ralph, causing him to turn round and stare directly at the man. Joanna watched as the latex maid, far too close to pass as real, looked at the man and the man looked at Ralph, his hand still on his bottom.
“Maria, I think we can come to some arrangement about your overtime rate if you want?” Ben said. Joanna looked at his name badge, Ben, Assistant Manager. His hand was still on Ralph’s bottom and his other hand pressed down on his bulge in his trousers.
“Oh, really? I think we are OK thank you Ben” Joanna responded, no more complications she thought.
“It’s sir. I am your superior. Call me sir” Ben corrected. Joanna’s eyes screwed up and malice covered her face. He needed to be taught a lesson, no man should command that – and with that her face changed to a dainty smile, and she pulled out her key card from the handbag.
“OK Sir, if you can follow us, we will show you how we deep clean if you like?” she half mocked. Ralph and Joanna pushed the trolley along to 104, and a night Ben would not forget.
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Ralph held the trolley and followed as it led along the corridor, he had walked down 6 hours earlier, when he was a free man. He could see Joanna ahead of him and was aware of a presence next to him, a hand exploring his bottom as he walked.
The plug was sliding in and out as he walked, his calves were aching after such a long time in heels, his jaw ached from the ring gag mercilessness hold behind his teeth, and he was spent after such an ordeal. However, he knew more was to come, even if he didn’t quite know what was happening.
Joanna seethed as she swished along to room 104, thinking at 100 miles an hour, trying to decide how best to deal with Ben. She got to the door and swiped the card over the handle, until it beeped and pushed open the door.
The room was a mess of outfits, toys and an unmade bed from earlier. She hadn’t been expecting guests. In fact she hadn’t expected Ralph to come back either, he was meant to stay as a play thing for the night with Anne, however things didn’t quite go as expected and she didn’t have the heart to leave Ralph there a moment longer.
She pulled the door to, and turned with her back against it, hiding the mess from Ben.
“Give me a minute Ben, I’ll help Sophie get ready for you” she asked, buying time. She pulled Ralph into the room with her, and without waiting for an answer from Ben, shut the door. At last, back in her room with Ralph. What did she do? She could just ignore the manager waiting outside, bathe and relax whilst working out how to free Ralph. Or she could just collapse on the bed and sleep.
Now that sounded good, but it didn’t solve the Ben problem. With a smirk, she decided what needed to be done. Joanna pulled Ralph over to the bed, pushing him down and forward, his bottom sticking up in the air. She pressed her locket.
“Ralphie, a change of plan. We got caught on the way back up and the manager is outside the room waiting to spend some time with my little pretty maid friend” she jibed. “I want to teach him a lesson, but before that I need him to lower his guard, and you my dear to lower your panties..” She continued. “Be good, do everything you are asked, be the best slut you can and I’ll do the rest” she assured Ralph.
Ralph groaned internally in his mask, he was done – this wasn’t a game he wanted to play anymore, but in his current state he needed help to get back to being Ralph and that wasn’t forthcoming. He reached up to his mask and started to feel the back, he was going to pull off the mask and get out of this outfit himself.
As he did, a hard snap hit his hand, and then another, a sting of a whip made him move his hand away, and rub the back of it with the other. In mere seconds his wrist felt the hard steel of a cuff and then pulled back behind him, the other was secured. In a panic he tried to stand, but he felt the weight of Joanna sit on his back, holding him down on the bed, his legs kicking out beneath him.
She sat facing away from him and bent down to his wiggling legs below. His dress was pulled up to his thigh, ankle was pulled up and he felt a strap circle his thigh and ankle, securing his heel to his bottom. The same happened with the second leg and finally his ankles strapped together. Joanna was too quick.
Ralph laid there hogtied, bent over the bed as his dress was pulled up further and laid over his back. Panties were rolled down, and he felt the pressure on his plug as it was slowly being pulled from him. He squealed as the wider part continued to stretch him as it made it’s way out, Joanna pulling it until the widest part slipped out and his bottom expelled what remained.
He breathed deep and hard as he tried to contain himself whilst his gaping bottom offered itself to the cool air in the room. He knew what was coming, and he wasn’t able to do a thing about it.
Joanna opened her case by the side of the bed and threw in all the items strewn across the room, it wasn’t going to be perfect but it would be neater than current. Anyway, she was pretty sure when Ben saw the exposed ass neatly framed by stocking tops bent over the bed, he wasn’t going to score Joanna on how tidy the room looked.
The tattoos still looked sore and red on Ralph’s bottom, she might have to explain that somehow, however with the lights dimmed she hoped nothing would look out of the normal. A young pretty blonde knelt over the bed, her bottom ready for service, her dress already rolled up and inviting. Joanna took one last look around, hanging the whip on the back of the door, as she swung it open to Ben looking flush with arousal as he stood next to the trolley awaiting the invite.
Ben walked in to see the pert little bottom sticking up in the air, and he unzipped his trousers as he walked in. Joanna shut the door as he past, and stood back with a grimace on her face. This was effectively rape and poor Ralph was not in a position to stop. Joanna pressed her locket as she spoke
“So Sophie wasn’t the most co-operative, but she is a kinky little slut and does anything to be tied up and filled. Go for it Ben, leave her filled with your warm seed and then maybe you and I can talk about how she can visit your important clients in the hotel each night” Joanna was making up the words as the flowed from her mouth, eager to stoke his fire and make him lose himself in the moment.
Ben’s trousers dropped to the floor and he took hold of Sophie’s waist as he pushed himself into the waiting hole, already open and lubricated. Closing his eyes, he pounded with a rhythm as the doll like maid laid beneath him.
The first whoosh through the air must have been heard in rooms everywhere, as would have been the guttural scream as the welt appeared on Ben’s bottom. Joanna laid stroke after stroke onto his bare bottom until he crumbled onto the floor in a heap, hands trying to protect his skin as Joanna’s rage bared down on him.
Ben was shouting to stop, and pleaded for Joanna to cease, but she continued until his thighs and bottom were a criss cross of marks. Ben sobbed openly when she finally did stop, curled into a ball.
“Don’t you ever treat a female like that again, do you hear?” Joanna sternly and slowly spoke. “I am not calling you Sir, you pig. You treat your colleagues with respect. Understand?!” she barked. Ben just nodded and held his bottom in his hand, his trousers still round his ankles.
Quick as a flash Joanna pulled out another set of cuffs from the case by her side which she had left ready as she cleared up. Soon Ben was kneeling next to Ralph, exactly in the same position. Joanna took a ball gag from the bag and secured it to Ben’s wet face, Ben and Ralph looking into each other’s faces as they laid over the bed. Ben was about to be taught a real lesson.
Joanna unlocked Ralph’s shackles and helped him up, his bottom dripping – Ben had came with the final swipes of the whip before collapsing in a heap. For the first time since the horrid dark room when the gag was installed Joanna peeled up the neck of the latex mask, over the lips and face and it slipped off the wet face, the inside covered with beads of sweat and drool. Joanna left the still shackled Ralph standing there whilst she took the mask and the attached wig into the bathroom and filled the sink with warm water and plunged the mask in to soak it.
On her return, she unsnapped the googles and a world of colour and vision re-entered Ralph’s eyes. He saw Joanna in the maids outfit in front of him and the man whom had just took his bottom hogtied over the side of the bed. He looked back at Joanna hoping she would continue to undo the horrid work the club had done to him. Joanna, reached behind and unbuckled the ring gag, her perfume from her neck filled his nose with scent as she leant over him and he inhaled deeply, pleased to have his senses coming back.
The ring gag was loosened and Joanna pushed her fingers through the lips and hooked it out of the mouth. Ralph felt his jaw, and the strange feeling of the stretched muscles failing to initially want to contract, his mouth remaining slightly ajar as he worked his mouth and slowly closed his lips. Next she turned her attention to his ears, and prodded the putty which was still smooth over his ear holes. It didn’t look like it was meant to set thankfully, and picking at it, it just peeled out taking the ear bud with it. Ralph could hear the rush of the air conditioning as whistled past his ears.
Joanna went back into the bathroom, removed the mask and sodden hair from the sink and hung it over the bath to dry, it certainly had seen some action tonight and she was surprised it was still in near perfect condition. She undid her maid outfit whilst in the bathroom and allowed it to spill to the floor, her skirt and bustier underneath bursting through. She re-tightened her ponytail and turned back into the hotel room and the awaiting Ralph.
Ralph saw his Mistress re-enter the bedroom in the most revealing and domineering outfit he could imagine. He recognised the leather of the skirt from in the club when he was pushed into service under the table, and immediately became weak at the knees at the sight of such a beautiful woman. Ralph instinctively knelt by the bed facing her and she walked over and planted her mound right on his awaiting face, pushing him backwards to topple onto the bed and sat firmly on his face.
Her knees either side of his head, her left knee was right next to the face of the watching Ben, whom strained his neck to see as much as he could as the cold hard realisation hit home, that he had just penetrated a man for the first time. Joanna bounced and grinded herself on Ralph, not waiting for his tongue, any profile would do, and she mounted his nose and rubbed herself frantically over his face and stubble bring herself close.
Just as she felt the surge build she jumped off Ralph and pulled the face of Ben into her sex, exploding wildly as she orgasmed over his ball gag and leaving his face wet. Minutes passed before she moved, her now two slaves laying silently near her.
“You can get undressed Ralph, have a shower. You may inspect your cage and your bottom. We will talk freely later about how we move on from this.” She commanded. Ralph rolled off the bed, stood up and walked to the bathroom in his long maid dress, untying his apron as he left the room. Joanna pulled back down her skirt and stood up,
Ben still watching every moment. She walked round the bed to see a puddle of fresh cum under his flaccid cock, obviously he had enjoyed the show as much as she did. An idea sparked in her head as she looked at him and smiled briefly before opening the room door and plunging her hand into the bin of the cart in the hallway. Shutting the door, Joanna approached Ben with the bundle of satin that Ralph had been wearing only hours earlier.
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6 hours later, Joanna’s alarm went off at 8 am and she turned to see Ralph laying next to her in the bed. It was the least she could do considering his now permanent chastity, and Ralph was wide awake too. His cage bouncing furiously as he tried to contain his morning arousal with obvious discomfort on his face. Joanna rolled over and brushed a hand across his bare chest, stopping briefly over his nipples to give them a playful tweak.
“Shall we go and grab breakfast? You OK to sit on that bottom today Ralph?” Joanna asked. Ralph smiled,
“Yes, I think I am. I need to get my mind off this cage and the maid over there.” he responded. In the far corner of the room, still tied tightly in the hogtie position laid Ben. Although it was hard now to tell it was Ben, with the short satin uniform, high stockings and Ralph’s heels adorning his feet. They were too big for him but with the strap locked in place, they remained stable enough for him to wear at least.
The long blonde hair of the wig nestled on his breasts and the latex hood fitted over the clingfilm hood Joanna had applied to Ben, just like she had to Ralph last night. Joanna planned a whole day out with Ralph before a night of fun with Ben before letting him loose, then he’d think twice before propositioning any other cleaners in his hotel. Joanna and Ralph both dressed, stepping over the bound form of Ben and left the room, leaving Ben in his world of darkness with only the wet panties for company in his mouth.
Breakfast was a sedate affair after the prior night, and Joanna and Ralph spoke freely about how they planned to spend the last days of Joanna’s trip before she had to head back to her real life in Brazil. Ralph looked forlorn and lost and it had crossed both their minds what if they didn’t go back to the previous life? London or Brazil, it didn’t matter, they could make it work. Real Life vs Fantasy – it was a powerful drug. Joanna laughed as the spoke through how life would always get in the way, and pushed her phone back into her handbag as it loudly dinged, not wanting to break the moment with her slave.
Dropping her sandal on the floor, she raised her foot between Ralph’s legs and he fondly held her toes and squeezed and rubbed them as he spoke about the ties he had in London. Ralph excused himself and stood with a damp patch on his trousers, smiled briefly and headed to the bathroom. As he left, Joanna checked the bill and pulled out her card to pay, looking at her phone.
“Not so fast bitch, Ralph is mine. This is my town – you think you could hide?!” it read. What. The. Fuck. Joanna looked round in panic, and half stood as the waiter processed her card, she panicked and typed her pin incorrectly before finally getting things right. In a flap she brushed past the waiter and headed to the bathrooms – to see if there was any sign of Ralph. Shit, Anne was persistent you got to give her that.
Ralph washed his hands, and stared in the mirror at the man he saw. What a whirlwind night, and he came out the other side relatively unscathed. He heard the door behind swing open in a rush, it banged against the wall behind as a woman came rushing in. It was Joanna.
“Oh god, you are ok!” Joanna exclaimed in confusion. She was flustered and Ralph had to calm her down. “I got a text from Anne. I think you are in trouble still Ralph, I don’t think she is going to let you go without a fight.” She explained. Ralph shook his head
“Listen, she can’t take me, I won’t do what I don’t want to do, she’ll never win. Don’t worry. Unless it was the other woman from the dark room! She was unnaturally strong!” He joked, Joanna looked again at the message and they turned and left hand in hand and headed back to pick their day bag before a whirlwind tour of London. Ralph swiped the card and held the door open for Joanna as they returned to the room.
“Ralph….” Joanna whispered. “He has gone” she continued. Ben had gone, his bonds laid on the floor, along with a piece of tatty crumpled paper.
“Fulfilled” it had stamped across the middle, with Anne’s signature underneath. She had taken Ben thinking it was Ralph! Poor Ben, he was going to a place where even his wildest imagination couldn’t conjure what would happen in that dark club.