The Loyalty Card

by Freddie Clegg

Copyright© 2015 by Freddie Clegg

BDSM Sex Story: Checking in to his hotel, a business traveler's loyalty card reveals more than he intends and the hotel staff take advantage.

Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   NonConsensual   Reluctant   Coercion   Heterosexual   Fiction   FemaleDom   Light Bond   Double Penetration   Slow   .

Reception

"So that's for three nights then. Have you stayed with us before, Sir?" the receptionist smiled as she handed me back my credit card as I checked in to the hotel. The badge on her right tit said "Angela – Duty Receptionist". I wondered how welcoming she might be later.

"Ah, oh, yes," I replied digging out another piece of plastic from my wallet and passing over my loyalty card, keen to collect the points that would offer me some possible future discount or other uncertain benefit. That's the thing about travelling on business, you need to take advantage of every little opportunity and there weren't likely to be many of those all this way from London. "I clock up a few nights in places like this. Always away. Flew down this afternoon. Picked up a car at the airport and drove down here. Two hours it was. Two hours!"

Angela Duty Receptionist gave a non-committal smile as she took the card. "Thank you very much," she said, slipping it into the computer behind the counter. "I'll see you get credited with your Best Night Points."

The two Best Night Points on offer here, I thought to myself, are the ones pushing out the front of your blouse, Angela darling. I didn't say anything though. Not the right time. There were two other people in the queue to check in. No doubt an opportunity for a little chat and an offer of a drink would present itself later on. She looked a bit prim in her high necked uniform blouse with its knotted neck scarf, her specs on the end of her nose and her blonde hair pulled back tightly behind her head but sometimes the prim ones are the most fun, I've found. Well, it's one of the perks of being away on company business a lot. The restaurant, the bar, the staff. The way I look at it the management have put them there to make the guests happy and I'm very happy for them to make me happy. I've pulled a few down the years, girl. Quite a number from these hotels – the company has a good room rate and they're comfortable enough. (I meant the rooms – but I guess it goes for some of the staff too... )

It seemed to be taking a while for her to check my card. She noticed me staring at her tits but it didn't seem to faze her. A good sign, I thought.

She looked again at her screen and smiled once more. "Oh, Mr Robinson, you're entitled to a room upgrade. One of our superior rooms. At the back. It's quieter there."

"Thanks very much," I said, taking the key. "Just as long as it's got a comfortable bed."

She didn't react to my remark. "I'm sure it will be ideal," she said. "Do call down if you need anything."

Oh, I will darling, I thought, don't you worry.

The first thing I needed was a shower, though.

I headed along the corridor towards the back of the hotel. Then there would be time to pop to the bar and see if I could persuade Angela that at least one of her guests needed special attention.

The room seemed a bit out of the way. It was quite a trek from reception along corridors of endlessly similar doors. When I finally reached the room, though, I wasn't disappointed. Plenty of space, a big bed and a big TV too. Good stuff, I thought. I'll be staying here again, especially if Angela could be persuaded to be as friendly as I hoped.

The shower was good too. Hot, powerful, very pleasant. I emerged from the bathroom in a cloud of steam, wrapped in a towel and dripping a bit. I went to my suitcase to put my clothes away only to find that the wardrobe door was stuck. I reached for the phone. Angela answered.

"Can you get someone to come up and look at my wardrobe?" I said. "The door's stuck."

"I'll come up myself," she said. "Straight away."

Good, I thought, in which case, I won't bother to dress. You never know.


Turn Down Service

She was as quick as she said she'd be. There was a knock on the door. I opened it. I was still only wearing the bath towel. That was when it all started to go wrong.

It was Angela, as promised. One of the housekeeping staff, to judge by her uniform, was with her.

Almost as soon as the door opened Angela squared up to me and without a word brought her knee up sharply into my crotch. If I'd had time to think about it I'd have wondered how she did it in that tight straight skirt. As it was I was too busy doubling up in pain, sliding to the floor and groping for the towel that had fallen off leaving me naked.

"Turn down service," the girl from housekeeping announced as the two of them grabbed me by the arms and dragged me back into the room, "and you're the one being turned down."

"What's going on?" I yelped, earning another kick in the balls.

"A little bit of payback for all your fucking around," sneered Angela. Two more girls in housekeeping uniforms had appeared but these two were wearing stockings pulled over their faces as masks. The first chamber maid had done the same somehow and my three masked assailants and dragged my wrists behind my back and bound them there with the tie that lay discarded on my bed. "Your loyalty card had all the details. You've been dipping your wick every time you stayed at one of these hotels."

"Yes," laughed one of the other girls pushing me down on my back and sitting astride my chest. "Bet you didn't know it was your frequent fucker card!"

"Ow," I yelped as the girl bounced on my chest knocking the breath out of me. "I haven't done anyone any harm. Nobody did anything they didn't want to do."

Angela stood by the bed, hands on hips staring down at me. "That's not the story we have. Girls that felt intimidated; others that were worried in case you gave them a bad report. It might not have been force but it was certainly coercion. Never mind. You're in the staff playroom now, so you can take a bit for a change."

"What do you mean, 'playroom'?"

"Just you see." Angela took a key on a chain from a loop on the belt of her skirt. "Sorry the wardrobe was locked," she said unfastening the door, "but we didn't think there was anything in here you'd want until we got here."

As the door swung open I was pretty convinced that I still didn't want any of it. Arranged neatly inside, on racks and shelves, was equipment that looked as though it was specifically intended for my discomfort; a comprehensive collection that would provide a complete tool kit for any aspiring dominatrix.

"Do you like our toy cupboard? Angela enquired conversationally as she ran her fingers along the row of canes, crops, whips and floggers hanging on the back of the door.

It was obvious that they had a very unpleasant experience planned for me. Feeling it was time to get away if at all possible, I started to try to push the girl off my chest. Angela was ready, she just clicked her fingers and the other two ran forward pulling my legs together and binding them with tape. More tape was wrapped around my chest and legs as the girls pulled me this way and that and I was wrapped virtually unable to move.

"Now an observant chap like you will have noticed a few things have been left accessible. If you don't want us to take too much advantage of you," she held up a pair of nipple clamps in one hand and a wicked looking riding crop in the other, "you'll have to be particularly nice to us."

"Yes, yes of course," I stuttered, hoping that if I played along it would calm the situation. "I'm sure we can all have some fun, can't we?"

The three masked chambermaids laughed in unison. "Oh yes," one of them said, "I'll just pop the 'Do Not Disturb ' sign outside and then let's see how much fun you can have." With the stockings over their faces and the identical black and white dresses I couldn't tell whether this was the first one that had helped Angela or not.

"Foot kissing!" she exclaimed and the three rolled me over until I fell off the bed and onto the floor. No sooner had I landed on my back than the girl was standing over me pressing her the sole of her shoe down on my cheek and telling me that I had better not be looking up her skirt. With my face pinned under her shoe and a spiked high heel digging into the side of my head I didn't feel inclined to argue. "Busy with the tongue," she ordered as she pushed the shoe towards my mouth.

I obviously wasn't quick enough to respond. "You heard!" one of the other snapped as she kicked me in the side.

I gasped, but opening my mouth only gave the first girl the chance to push the toe of her shoe inside. "Guungph," was my shoe-gagged response.

"Roll him over," one of the other girls said. A moment later I was flat on my face. Now it was Angela's shoe in front of me and her voice ordering me to kiss her shoe and be quick about it. Helpless and barely able to struggle, I did as she asked. A moment later the breath was knocked out of me as I felt one of the others sit down on my beck.

"Your fingers are free and I want a frigging," I heard the voice behind me say. "If you're good enough at it you might even take my mind off what I've got planned for you."

With my wrists tied together I found it difficult but I managed to work my fingers up against her crotch and draw an approving "Mmm!" from the girl.

 
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