Fantasy Holiday

by

Rob Willson

 

Chapter 8

 

The next morning, Peter woke up back in his old hotel bedroom. He remembered all of his experiences during the past two weeks, but there was no vestige of any of the personalities left in his mind.

He went down to the dining room for breakfast. The people he had met on his first night were all there and he was gratified to see that Helen had saved the seat next to herself - he hoped for him. At that moment, she was fending off the attentions of another man and waved an ‘over here’ sign, as soon as she saw him in the doorway.

They had breakfast, chatting amongst themselves and swapping various comments. Peter observed to Helen that the only aprons in sight were those worn by the waitresses.

They briefly compared notes about their maid training, which had been almost identical and they found out that they had both finished up still wearing the rubberised aprons and not starched ones. Helen remarked that her training maid, Lily, had told her that it usually took a minimum of ten to twelve days to ‘qualify’ to wear a starched cotton one. Peter then mentioned his thoughts about it being regarded in the past as a ‘badge of servitude’ and not a prize, or qualification, which caused Helen to laugh and agree.

As they finished the meal, one of the Management explained that they should read the explanatory folders each had been given and that they would all meet again for coffee at eleven o’clock, when he would answer any questions and discuss their future options.

Helen and Peter went off together to read and discuss the choices open to them. They both seemed to take it for granted that they would choose something together. Peter was very glad to see this. He had already realised that nothing would be the same without her and hoped she was feeling the same.

They agreed that after the intense fortnight they had just had, a rest would be a very good idea. The basic options on offer at the halfway stage of the holiday were: -

To continue with their fantasies, after consultation with the Management.

To go back home for a ‘proper rest’ and return at a later date.

To move into a holiday hotel in the Fantasy Sphere.

If they chose the third option, there seemed to be three grades of hotel. In the first, it was closely related to the ordinary Fantasy Holiday. The hotel staffs were slaves, who were treated like slaves by everybody and the holidaymakers could join in with their bad treatment.

In the second, the staffs were slaves, but the holidaymakers took no part in that and just enjoyed the high level of service that ensued. The bullying and punishing were just background in that choice.

The third option was a normal type luxury hotel in the Fantasy Sphere surroundings. The junior staff were still all slaves, but superior, or senior slaves.

Peter said, "I think I would choose the third hotel. How about you?"

Helen agreed, but added, "But!"

Rather concerned, Peter asked apprehensively, What is the ‘But’?"

"That is my choice too, but only if we share the next week together. Otherwise I think I shall go home for a break."

Very relieved, Peter explained that he had been assuming all along that they would continue in each other’s company, or else he would have gone home for a break too."

That settled, they went down hand in hand for coffee. Once again, the only aprons in view were those on the waitresses.

The man from Management basically repeated what they had already read, with a few embellishments.

Peter and Helen seemed to have come to their decisions a bit sooner than some of the others and were one of the early ones to go for an interview. They gave their decision for the following week and said they would decide about the fourth week at the end of it.

The man then asked if they wanted adjacent rooms with a connecting door. Peter was about to say, "Yes", because that was an essential part of what he had in mind for the week’s holiday activity, but Helen spoke first.

"We hadn’t thought of that aspect, so could we have a few more minutes alone please?"

"Of course" the man murmured and left the room.

"What now?" Peter wondered, as Helen hesitated rather shyly.

"Would you like to…..? Well, what I mean is, I would very much like to share a room and your bed, if you don’t mind." And she added very hurriedly, "Oh God. I hope I haven’t spoiled everything?"

Highly relieved, Peter hurried to reassure her. "Good Lord no. On the contrary. That’s what I wanted most too, but dare not suggest it."

"Why ever not?" she asked in confusion.

"I’ll explain later when we are really alone." Peter had already checked with someone that the usual Fantasy surveillance did not apply in the top-class hotels. They were really like normal hotels and they would be truly alone and unobserved.

When they announced their decision, Management man did not seem at all surprised and allowed a slight smile to cross his face.

When challenged, he admitted that the growing attraction between the two of them had been noticed and that this result had been more or less expected.

When they were settled in their new luxury room, Helen immediately asked why Peter hadn’t dared to suggest sharing a bed.

"Well think back" Peter explained. " The first time we spoke, I showed you a photo of a tearful me dressed as a housemaid with a sore arse. Then you saw me as an Edwardian schoolgirl in a frilly pinny, again crying my eyes out. Think of all the other times that you have seen me aproned and crying etc. I hardly presented a macho front did I? I didn’t think I could hope that you could see me in the light of a bed partner."

"Yes, I see what you mean, but I have always thought of you as Peter playing various submissive games, which is what ‘fantasy’ is all about and it didn’t hide the real you, which is the one I want to get to know now. So, do we make use of that bed now, or do I have to wait until tonight?"

Peter hesitated no longer but took her into his arms for a very deep, long satisfying kiss. When they came up for breath, neither said a word, but just looked at each other for a moment and then, with their arms around each other, they moved towards the bedroom.

"Just a tick" Peter said and broke away to hang the Do Not Disturb notice outside the apartment door. "We don’t want any interruptions at this stage, do we?"

"Certainly not" Helen said and they slowly undressed themselves, each watching the other.

There was no hint of shyness after their shared naked experiences of the past two weeks. They got into bed and seemed to melt into each other for quite a long satisfying period. They eventually surfaced and quietly smiled at each other and then drifted off into a short sleep.

Peter eventually woke up to find Helen looking down at him.

"Well?" she asked. "Did we make the right choice?"

He replied very contentedly, "Not only was that the nicest part of my holiday so far, but, without doubt, you are the nicest thing that has ever happened to me in my entire life".

To his amazement, Helen burst into tears.

"What is the matter?" he asked in consternation.

"Nothing’s the matter" she replied through the tears. "It’s just that that is about the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me and I’m so very happy."

Highly relieved at having caused only Happy Tears, Peter began to kiss them away, one by one. Of course, one thing led to another and they very soon began another long bout of passionate lovemaking. Then followed the almost inevitable short nap to recover from their exertions.

This time, when they woke up, they were already now so well ‘bonded’ that they simply kissed gently, smiled at each other without words, and went off together for a shower.

It was now time for dinner and they decided that they didn’t need company after such an intensively personal afternoon and so had the meal alone on the terrace of their room, as it was such a pleasant warm evening. This was served by their trim room maid, called Jenny. She was a very pretty girl with a pleasant friendly manner, but who was highly efficient.

Peter and Helen now had some idea of the training she had received to make her like that. They complimented her on her smart neat uniform, which seemed to please her, especially when they treated her very considerately – almost like a ‘person’ than as a slave. The excellent meal passed in a very comfortable atmosphere and then it was time for bed. It had been a long tiring day!

The next morning, they began to do all the usual sort of things people do on such a holiday. They sat about with drinks in the sun and talked, swam, walked in the beautiful gardens, went horse riding, bicycle riding, met the other holiday makers, etc.

With the talking, they began to fill in the large gaps of the things they didn’t know about each other.

Peter asked Helen how she became interested in this type of fantasy.

"I was just going to ask you the very same question," said Helen.

"Well, I got in first so you explain first."

Helen started, "I have one sister, Joan, two years younger than me. We had very kind parents and a wonderful life. Our mother hardly ever had to punish us and I can only remember being spanked a small number of times by her during my entire childhood. She usually used only her hand, but on very rare occasions, when we really deserved something more severe, she used her ebony hairbrush.

"She did not wear aprons as a housewife’s uniform, the way that some women did, but only when the job required her dress to be protected. Similarly, we girls did not wear pinafores, except when we were helping her in the kitchen, or to wash up, etc.

"Now at this time, my best friend was called Sally and she had two brothers and two sisters. Their mother was very strict with them and was also the apron-wearing kind of woman. This meant that the girls were made to wear pinafores all the time and even her brothers had to wear one ‘at the table’, much to their disgust, a fact which they tried unsuccessfully to hide from the other boys. Of course, some of their male friends also had to wear them too, but they had more chance of hiding the fact.

"Making her sons wear a little girl’s apron, or pinafore, in public was also a favourite lesser punishment of Sally’s mother, which they resented far more than she ever imagined.

"Sally’s mother also used corporal punishment quite a lot. It was a rare day that at least one of the five children was not beaten and even Sally, who was a lovely, usually obedient, girl, was punished at least once a week.

"Then one day when I was visiting her and we were alone in the house, Sally showed me what her mother used to punish them with. She had a special wooden paddle, a proper leather tawse and a rattan school cane. I was amazed. I hadn’t realised, at that time, that there were instruments made specially to punish with. Especially to punish children!

"However, the rather odd thing is that I somehow envied Sally being spanked with a punishment paddle, which was made solely for that purpose, when my mother used her hairbrush. I somehow felt cheated. I know it sounds stupid, but that it how I felt. I suppose a special instrument seemed somehow more a bit more personal between us.

"On one occasion when I was at her house, Sally somehow upset her mother and was made to bend over in front of me, while she received six strokes from the rattan on her bare behind. I didn’t know where to look and Sally felt very humiliated at being beaten in front of her best friend; especially one who was never caned herself.

"Whenever I stayed at Sally’s house for a meal, her Mother automatically got one of Sally’s pinafores out for me to wear and I got used to just accepting it and wearing it during and after the meal for the rest of my visit.

"So now I live alone. I wear frilly pinafores when nobody is with me and I occasionally give my bottom a few taps with the ebony hairbrush I inherited.

"And now it is your turn."

"I’m afraid my story will seem very pedestrian after yours" Peter apologised. I am an only child and had wonderful parents too. Neither of them ever spanked me and I never ever wore any kind of overall as a child, although I must have worn a bib, like every other baby, when I was tiny.

"So how did the fetish interest start? I have often tried to pinpoint it myself, but have never discussed it before with anyone. All I know is that that I have an early recollection of reading some books, where corporal punishment and aprons were mentioned and found myself reacting to them in an unexpected and peculiar sort of way. Well, it seemed peculiar at that age!

"Uncle Tom’s Cabin, for example, when the slave girl is sent off to be flogged. Also in Quo Vadis?, where that slave girl is whipped and is relieved that her master will not sell her for disobedience after all.

"Then, of course, there is Jane Eyre. Here the orphan girls are described as wearing long holland pinafores and Jane’s friend (also a Helen) has to loosen her pinafore to have her shoulders birched. As a young boy, I had to look up that meaning of ‘holland’ in a dictionary.

"Then came the films of most of these books and a famous German story and film called Mädchen in Uniform, where the humiliating uniform all the girls wear includes a black apron.

"As I got older, whenever I watched films and television plays, where maids in their uniforms were depicted, or even where the women, or girl characters, wore aprons, I realised I was getting an erection, which led to masturbation at the idea of the fetish object – the apron and pinafore. I even started to chose restaurants and cafes for the uniform the waitresses wore as much as for the food they served and it all developed from there.

"At least, that is how I think it all began. But, until I came here to live out some of those fantasies myself, I was never caned, although I had bought several aprons to wear alone from eBay auctions. However, it was never quite real wearing them on my own without an audience. The thing that got to your friend Sally’s brothers was not so much being made to wear a girl’s pinafore, but having to wear them in front of strangers.

"Of course, all that will change now won’t it" he asked Helen.

"Whatever do you mean?" she replied.

"Well, now I will have you to wear them for and you will be able to get me certain items and uniforms I could not get for myself from shops, because it would have been too embarrassing.

"Yes, I suppose so" Helen replied.

(This, of course, was before they knew about the souvenirs of whips, uniforms and aprons they would be sent when their holiday finished.)

The next major subject they discussed was what job they each did and how they could afford the money and time off to come on a long Fantasy Holiday. That answer was very simple and the same in both cases. They were both independent computer consultants, specialising in solving computer software problems.

When they gave the professional names they each operated under, they both had to burst out laughing. They already knew a lot about each other’s reputation and skills.

Peter said, once he got his breath back, "I had planned to make tentative contact with you after my holiday was over."

Helen replied, "Well, you have already made contact haven’t you? And it didn’t seem very tentative to me. Did it to you?"

Remembering some of the things they had done to each other since arriving at the hotel, Peter had to agree with some amusement.

Then one evening, something occurred which put them into a very favourable light with the Management.

They ate in a small nightclub, which had a modest floorshow after the meal.

The evening began to get a bit marred by the behaviour of two large men sitting alone at a table at the back of the room near the bar. They were quite drunk by this time and were getting very boisterous. Peter got a very definite impression that one was the others employer, by their manner towards each other.

As some of the guests started to get a bit fidgety, Peter saw the barman using the house telephone and, soon after, a single man came in and took an empty table near to the noisy couple. He ordered a Bloody Mary, but, somehow, Peter guessed that he was member of the security staff and, in fact, there was no vodka with the tomato juice. He was on duty and staying sober.

The ‘boss man’ was now watching the dancing girl troupe and began to make unacceptable remarks and get belligerent and announced that he "wanted to get his hands on the tits of the blonde girl".

The security man then went to the bar and began to speak urgently into the house phone. It was obvious that he was asking for back up, so that the situation could be quietly defused and the drunks removed with as little fuss possible.

At that moment, the ‘boss drunk’ decided to fulfil his wishes with the blonde and lurched forward, whilst his companion sat and roared with laughter at his boss’s behaviour. As the man got close to the low stage, an elderly gentleman got up and blocked his way and tried to reason with him that he should go back and sit down.

The drunk just backhanded him and knocked him down. At this, the security man gave the phone to the barman and rushed forward. Unfortunately, he had temporarily forgotten about the second man, who turned out to be the first one’s bodyguard, or ‘minder’.

The minder simply stuck his leg out and the security man went flying and then the thug simply gave him a viscous rabbit punch in the back of the neck and then sat back again to enjoy his boss’s antics.

Peter had hoped never to be in this situation, but decided he couldn’t let the girl be mauled until the backup got here, so he got up and went towards the boss. Peter was several inches shorter than the drunk was and many pounds lighter, so the minder saw no danger and decided that he didn’t need to interfere and continued to watch his boss and enjoy himself, as he thought!

Peter spoke slowly to waste as much time as possible.

"I think it would be a good idea for you to stop molesting that girl until the security staff get here to explain that you are in the wrong sphere for that sort of behaviour."

"Oh do you?" replied the drunk. "Well, you won’t be awake to see them arrive."

He advanced on Peter with the arrogance that large bullies adopt with smaller men, not realising that for someone of Peter’s size to challenge him, Peter must have been very confident in his ability to deal with the attack.

He threw a heavy punch, which, if it had landed, would have knocked Peter clean across the room. Peter just changed his position and tossed the thug between the tables to and on to the edge of the low stage. He heard a satisfying crunch as the collarbone broke.

At this point, the bodyguard suddenly remembered what his job was and rushed belatedly to his boss’s rescue.

Peter turned to meet the charge, when the supple figure of Helen slid fluidly between them.

At first, he was horrified at her danger and then saw how she positioned and balanced herself and recognised what was coming next and smartly moved out of the way. Out of the minder’s ‘flight path’.

The ‘heavy’ tried to brush the slight figure out of his way and then sailed through the air to land on top of his boss. Peter saw how she used one of the advanced variations of the throw and heard the snap of the thug’s arm as she deliberately broke it.

Helen turned towards him, apprehensive of the expected male chauvinistic reaction, ‘you ought to have let me deal with him and not endanger yourself’.

Instead, to her great surprise, Peter gave her a slight bow and said, "It seems we are an even better team than we thought. Thank you for guarding my back ‘Pet’."

"You are entirely welcome, my darling" was her reply. "Any time!"

By now, the other people had recovered from their shock and had burst into a round of applause at the same moment that the team of back-up security men arrived in the room.

Peter had been aware of the security cameras in the room ever since he entered it and was therefore not surprised that the guards knew whom to apprehend and there were plenty of willing witnesses to recount what they had seen.

Helen moved off to try to help the elderly gentleman and soothe the show girl and Peter went to try martial arts methods of reviving the stunned security man.

When the culprits, the injured and the debris had been removed, they all tried to settle down once more. As Peter and Helen sat down at their table, the showgirl came over and kissed him on the cheek to thank him for saving her.

As she went away, he turned back to see a man hurrying away from Helen. Peter asked what he had wanted.

Helen smiled and said, "He came over to express his admiration for my action and asked if I would do him the honour of sleeping with him tonight".

"I suppose, from the way he went away that you said ‘No’?"

"On the contrary, I said ‘Yes’, but that he would have to fight you first for the honour. That is when he went white and hurried away." She giggled.

Just then, one of the top Management team arrived and made an announcement apologising for the incident and said that free champagne would be sent to each table as a apology.

Then one of the audience said that he and his friends thought that the security couple, who had dealt with the situation, should be given a bonus.

The man smiled and said, "I’m afraid you are mistaken, my friend. They are not security guards, but fellow guests. But very competent guests as I am sure you will agree?"

At this, there was another round of applause for Helen and Peter.

He now joined them for a glass of champagne and said that they had been accorded the status of ‘Favoured Guests’, which was usually only granted to customers after at least ten visits and that there would be a booklet put in their room to explain what this meant.

Helen then asked him what would happen to the two troublemakers.

"I don’t know what will happen to them, because that will be up to our Courts to decide, but I can tell what is likely to happen. I expect that they will first get a custodial sentence in our disciplinary facility, where life is very hard, and that will be followed by a spell as either a slave in Roman World, or as a serf in Medieval World. I should imagine that they will be split up; one into each, or perhaps they will swap positions halfway through their sentences.

"They will be mentally conditioned into associating their situation with excessive drink and I doubt very much if either will ever touch alcohol again in their lives. Not that they will get any opportunity here!

"Eventually, they will be released and never allowed back here again. The likely thing is that the hired thug will be brainwashed into forgetting his experiences, except that he will retain the dislike, or fear, of alcohol. And also have a seemingly irrational fear of bossy and forceful women.

"The rich boss will probably be allowed to remember what it was like to be a slave here and he will be warned that he will be watched and that if he ever tries to make any move against us, he will be abducted and serve the rest of his life as one of our most abject slaves. Not a very welcome prospect, I assure you".

He grinned and then added, "Of course, this is all after they have had their broken bones mended. That was a lovely touch and both will carry that memory for the rest of their lives. Especially the thug will remember being tossed contemptuously aside by you Helen."

He then said goodnight to them.

They then thanked him again for the champagne and got back to their ‘quiet’ evening.

Peter then said softly, "Helen, sweetheart, was it absolutely necessary to break his arm?"

She smiled and said, "Peter, sweetheart, he was a lot bigger than me and I thought it better to deal with him once and not have to really hurt him a second time, if I gave him another chance. Anyway, you are a fine one to talk. I noticed how you made sure his boss went into the edge of the stage."

Peter grinned back and murmured, "Guilty as charged!"

That evening, before going to bed, Peter said, "I suppose I should spank you for risking yourself like that, but instead I am forced to admire your competence."

"Why? Do you really think you could do that, if I didn’t want to let you?"

"Of course not, my dear. I was simply contrasting my attitude with how a so-called proper macho-man would be expected to act."

He then burst out laughing.

"What’s so funny now?" she asked suspiciously.

He told her about the two times he had wanted to come to her rescue and how he now realised just how unnecessary that would have been.

"I wonder how the people, like Kitty, who terrorised you will feel, when they hear about tonight’s little episode?"

The next evening, when they had dinner in their room, Jenny asked, timidly, if she could say something to them.

"Of course, Jenny dear." Said Helen. "You don’t have to ask us for permission to speak to us."

"I suppose I do already know that, but it is so much of a change from the usual attitude of guests I serve here."

Peter added, "Well, after last night, when we suddenly achieved ‘Favoured Guests’ status, I suppose we can do pretty much what we like about allowing you liberties with us."

"Well, Sir and Madam, it is about last night that I wanted to speak." She hesitated.

Helen said, "Oh come on Jenny. You know by now that we don’t bite. Spit it out."

"I really wanted to thank you for helping Holly the way you did, at some risk to yourselves."

"Holly?", asked Helen.

"Yes, Holly the dancer who that drunk was after mauling. She said she had thanked you herself, but, as she is a great friend of mine, I wanted to thank you too."

"Why thank you, my dear", said Peter. "It is nice of you to care for your friends like that and we appreciate it. But don’t worry. If you had seen how easily Helen handled the bodyguard, you would realise that we were never in the slightest danger."

"Yes. Holly did mention how easily your Lady tossed him over her shoulder and how much bigger than her he was." She added wistfully, "I wish I could have seen it."

Peter said to Helen, "Perhaps we should suggest to the Management that they should show the security tape to Holly and her friends?"

At this comment, Jenny went white with fear.

"No Jenny. I was only joking, but I think it is a pity that we can’t show you."

Jenny then curtsied her ‘Goodnight’ and left the room.

Helen mused, "I wonder if we could ask for a copy of the tape for our own interest?"

The next evening, after their evening meal, they sat in front of the television for a drink and Peter told Jenny to stand behind their chairs, instead of her ‘usual’ place against the wall, so that she would be ‘on hand’ to replenish their drinks.

Jenny was very surprised at this departure from the normal and, even more so, when Peter added, "I know you must be getting tired after a long hard day, so you will be allowed to watch television, if it amuses you, whilst you are waiting."

He then switched both TV and VCR on and they, all three, watched the sequence of events at the nightclub. It was a compilation of the scene shot from different camera angles.

They played it several times, with Peter and Helen watching it from a critical martial arts point of view, while Jenny saw her friend being saved and the drunks getting their comeuppance.

When they dismissed her off to bed, she was beaming and thanked them both for allowing it.

"Allowing what?" asked Helen. She added, "We just forgot a servant was in the room. You are just like a piece of furniture you know?"

She grinned at Jenny, so that she knew Helen was only joking and Jenny smiled her thanks back at her.

As they drew near to the end of the week, Peter broached the subject of what should they do for the following week. Should they have another week in the hotel, or go back to some more fantasies?

Helen looked at him in horror.

"But we’ve got to stay here for next week. We can’t possibly do anything else!"

"Why is that?" asked Peter, very puzzled.

"Have you forgotten that it is Christmas next week, you idiot? I rather like the idea of having my brains fucked out by you, but I’m damned if I am going to spend Christmas Day scrubbing some woman’s floor and then getting my arse tanned because she pretends to think I should have done it a couple of minutes quicker."

"Yes I had forgotten" Peter agreed. I never usually make much fuss over Christmas at home by myself, but of the options you have illustrated, I definitely choose the same as you."

On Christmas Day, they had breakfast together in the sun on their terrace and, at the end of the meal, he presented Helen with a flat square box that he had bought in one of the luxury shops attached to the hotel. Inside was a necklace that took her breath away. (Do you remember the necklace in the film Pretty Woman? If you do, then you have some idea of her present.)

Rather stunned at the generosity of such a present, Helen could only say, "Thank you very, very much, but are you sure you want to give such a lovely expensive thing to someone you have known such a very short time?"

"Oh Yes! I’m giving it to someone I am already sure I want to spend the rest of my life with. Definitely ‘Yes’."

(Peter had also found that his ‘favoured guest’ status got him a 10% discount, which was a nice bonus!)

Peter got up and went to Helen and fastened it round her neck and she hugged and kissed him a ‘thank you’.

Just then, Jenny came onto the terrace and saw the present.

"Oh Madam! It’s beautiful and suits you so well. I wish you both a very Happy Christmas, but I don’t see how it could be anything else they way you two look at each other. I’ve had a few honeymoon couples stay here before, but I’ve never seen any of them as much in love as you two are. It makes my Christmas just to see you together."

Then, after Jenny had cleared the breakfast things away and left them, Helen went off to the bedroom. When she came back, she was wearing a completely transparent harem outfit. The bolero top was open, showing her pretty breasts below the necklace, not that it would have mattered if the jacket had been fastened. The trousers were also transparent and she had an anklet of bells round each ankle. The costume was completed by a veil covering her face, which again was only symbolic, as it was also transparent.

She sank gracefully to her knees before Peter and held out a slim riding crop to him. He took it in wonder and saw that it was covered in red leather with a gold pattern on the handle.

"And what exactly is this for?" he asked.

"It is for when we get home. Now that I have someone to discipline me, you will need something to do it with and this is it." (Again, at this point, she still did not know that they would be getting canes and switches as souvenirs). "You remember the other day when I said I wanted something to be used on me which was designed solely for that purpose? Well, this has been made solely to be used on me."

"Why? Do you expect to need disciplining all that often then?"

"Oh yes. I plan to ‘deserve’ it quite often."

A bit at a loss for words, Peter idly gave his bare calf below his swim shorts what he thought was a light tap and nearly jumped out of his skin with a loud yell.

"My God! That stung. Just what is this made of?"

Helen replied, "Inside the leather is a thin strip of whalebone. I was told it is very effective for punishing somebody, or for encouraging horses to run faster when they actually feel like dropping, but I haven’t tried it out on myself, because it is for your use only. But not today, please. Today is for enjoyment and for making happy memories and I am not completely sure I will actually enjoy being thrashed with that, after the way you jumped just now."

Then she opened her knees as wide as possible and held her arms out to the sides, so that he could see her whole body. She gave him a wicked grin through the thin material of her veil and asked, "Well, don’t you want to unwrap your other present then? This costume is designed to be roughly ‘unwrapped’, by the way"

Peter didn’t say a word. He couldn’t. He just scooped her up, tore the jacket and trousers off her and said, "I’m leaving the veil on, because even a slave girl is entitled to some modesty!" She smiled again at that, through the thin material of the veil, and he then carried her off to the bedroom to start creating ‘the happy memories’. As he closed the door, he heard someone out in the grounds call to their friends, "A Merry Christmas Everybody!"

Shortly afterwards, Jenny came back onto the terrace to see if they wanted her for anything else. She smiled at the sounds coming from the bedroom and then smiled again as she saw the heap of torn bits of the costume. She gathered them up to take them away and then, instead, put them into as tidy a pile as she could and put a note on them.

 

Madam. I’ve left this here, in case you want to keep it as a reminder of this Christmas. Jenny.

They eventually got up and dressed to go to the Christmas Dinner. They were both famished. Partly from having forgotten to have a lunch and partly from all the energetic exercise they had had during the day.

When they had gone off, Jenny came back to change the rumpled bed clothes again and gave a small sigh of envy at the thought of the difference between their lives and hers.

At the end of Christmas week, they decided that, as neither had any pressing reason to get back immediately to the real world, they would have another fortnight back in their fantasies.

They asked for a couple of ‘hard days’ to get them back into the right mood and then for the rest of the time to play various rôles as serving maids.

At this session of ‘ordering’ the kind of fantasy they each wished to continue with, Peter made it plain that he was interested in becoming a ‘real’ male maid.

"I do not want to be a feminised man with a wig and heavy makeup, but a male servant, who is forced, especially by a mistress, to wear a woman’s uniform and to serve exactly like the female maids and to be treated like one, although it will be obvious to everyone that I am a man."

But, before checking out of the hotel, they asked to see a senior manager and asked him if there was any equivalent to being able to tip Jenny, because she had been so good and attentive.

"Well. You could pay for her to have a couple of days holiday herself, although she would have to take them at an ordinary hotel where the ordinary islanders go."

"That sounds a great solution. I’m sure she could do with a fortnight off," said Peter.

"Oh, I don’t know about that", demurred the Manager. "The most any guest is ever allowed to give is one week, not two."

"Good" said Helen. "I’m glad that’s agreed then. She thoroughly deserves two weeks in my opinion."

"You misunderstood me Madam. I explained that a guest was only allowed to award one week."

"I didn’t misunderstand you at all. We are separate guests and we are each giving her one week."

As he opened his mouth to continue to object, Helen added rather icily, "And what about our special status as ‘favoured guests’?"

His manner changed at once. "Please forgive me Madam. I had completely forgotten about that. You see usually guests arrive with that status and we are all then constantly aware of it, but it is very unusual for guests to be awarded it during a holiday. My sincere apologies for not agreeing to your request at once".

"That’s OK" said Helen, now all smiles again.

"Incidentally, both of you, my I also offer my thanks for your action the other night. That dancer is a very nice girl and, if I had remembered your action before this, you would not have needed to invoke your special status. I hope you enjoy the rest of your holiday on the island and I hope to see you here again fairly soon."

He grinned wryly and added, "And I won’t forget you are ‘favoured guests’ next time.

Before they left, Jenny came to find them and to thank them for their ‘very generous gift’. She then burst into tears, as they both gently kissed her ‘goodbye’ and said they hoped to see her again.

"Yes, I hope so too", she replied.

 

 

 

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