A Night in the Gynarch Hotel
Copyright© 2012 by Freddie Clegg
Chapter 8 : A Knock On The Door
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 8 : A Knock On The Door - In the female dominated world of New Order Britain, a grand daughter's treat is a night at one of London's swishest hotels.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa NonConsensual Reluctant Slavery CrossDressing BDSM FemaleDom Rough Humiliation Foot Fetish
Coral was waiting for Effie to finish in the bathroom. They'd agreed to shower and then go to have a drink and a meal. Coral sprawled back on the couch, clicking to through the TV channels with bored indifference.
There was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" called Coral.
"Room Service, Miss," came the reply.
Coral went to the door wondering what this was about. They hadn't ordered anything.
Outside the door three staff were waiting. Daniel in his black maids uniform; Lawrence, a manicurist neat in a short pink dress and pink pill box hat and Jerry, one of the hotel spa's masseurs in his short white tunic and tights. Daniel spoke up for the group. "Personal pampering was requested for you and your room mate, miss. Is this a good time or shall we come back?"
Coral called out to Effie, barely able to conceal her giggling at the sight of the three men in their ridiculous outfits. "Your Grandma's arranged another treat. Do we want to enjoy it now or later?"
Effie emerged from the bathroom, one towel wrapped precariously around her naked, damp, body; another turban style around her head. Daniel could feel his cock stiffening inside its body-form tube. He still wasn't immune to responding to lady guests in various stages of undress, but luckily his body-form tube prevented any unfortunate consequences.
"Just look at the uniforms!"Effie laughed, clutching at her towel as it threatened to fall from her. "Come on in boys. We're more than ready for you. What can you offer us?"
Lawrence explained the choices of manicure, pedicure and foot and hand pampering available. Jerry told them that he was a qualified masseur that would be only too happy to provide them with a shiatsu massage or perhaps some aromatherapy massage. Daniel said he would pleased to fetch them drinks or whatever else they needed.
The two girls smiled in appreciation. "Mmm," said Effie, "I'll take the massage. Come on you!" She beckoned Jerry and turned her back on him to walk towards the bedroom. Jerry bit his lip as he saw how the towel hung so that just the top of the crease between her buttocks was visible.
To read the complete story you need to be logged in:
Log In or
Register for a Free account
(Why register?)
* Allows you 3 stories to read in 24 hours.