Fantasy Holiday

by

Rob Willson

 

Chaapter 13

 

Helen had been invited to tea with Lady Sylvia, who was a high-ranking member of the Management Team and who lived in an elegant villa on the island. No-one was quite sure if she were a real English lady of title, but it was customary to call her that and all her staff and servants addressed her as "M'lady."

As he stood against the wall, as Helen's lady's maid, in his Victorian-style uniform with the corset seemingly trying to cut him into two, Peter realised that it was probably pay-back day for the way he had treated her in his class.

That afternoon, in the large sitting room, there were four separate groups of people, mainly women.

Helen and five other ladies were having tea and cakes and were chatting to Lady Sylvia and to each other.

The second group was a line of lady's maids standing silently and demurely along a wall. They were dressed in various styles of uniforms, as decreed by their mistresses, but were all wearing tightly laced corsets. The invitation to tea had contained a suggestion that they should all be firmly corseted and it had been explained by the couriers carrying the invitations that a 'suggestion' from Lady Sylvia was tantamount to a Royal Command on The Island.

They were also all wearing small ball gags, which were held entirely inside their mouths. These had been fitted by Lady Sylvia's housekeepers when they arrived.

All had their hands folded across their apron fronts and stood with their feet neatly together. Among these maids stood Peter, rather uncomfortable in his tight corset and high heels and wondering what was in store for them all, but particularly for himself!

They were all listening apprehensively as they heard their mistresses talking about the way they punished and humiliated their servant girls. They knew that each mistress was taking mental notes of new ideas for the future treatment of their respective maids.

The third group was four serving girls who were dressed in high posture collars and very tight narrow belt cinchers. They wore little frilly lace caps and full bib aprons made of clear transparent plastic, so that everything underneath them could be clearly seen. Not that there was very much to be seen! A thin leather strap passed from the front of the cincher between their legs and buttocks back up to the cincher and that was all.

Apart from that, they were entirely naked. The experienced eyes of the lady's maids had spotted that the waitresses had fat butt plugs and dildoes fitted, by the way they moved.

The waitresses were not wearing any sort of gags, because Lady Sylvia did not want the slightest risk of them dribbling and drooling on to the cakes or into the tea. There was no chance of them taking advantage of the absence of gags to talk, because they were only too aware of what would happen to them if they did so.

The fourth group was a line of young, newly enslaved girls. Five of them were in the 17-20 age group and the sixth, a very striking and handsome brunette, was slightly older at about 22.

They were dressed in identical housemaid-style uniforms and also had their hands demurely crossed in their aproned laps, but these were handcuffed together. They were also wearing small ring gags. Not the size to make their mouths ache after a few minutes and which were designed to admit a rampant cock into a reluctant mouth, but a smaller diameter one.

The girls had only just got past the initial "Where am I? What are you doing to me? I want to see my consul/a lawyer" stage and the gag prevented any further extension of these protests.

They were not being controlled yet by the canes and straps of the two assistant housekeepers patrolling behind them, but the housekeepers each had a small aerosol can. Earlier, the girls had been only too pleased to obey the order to put on the candy-striped uniform dresses to cover their naked bodies, but had tried to refuse to wear the caps and aprons that went with them as an essential part of the uniform. However, a quick squirt of the spray into their mouths through the small ring had quickly brought them to heel. The spray was harmless but had a vile taste and putting on the caps and aprons had been preferable to another dose of the spray.

In doing so, the new slaves had unconsciously obeyed their first order.

They had been told to stand there quietly and to observe and learn from what they saw.

From the expressions on their faces, they were all scared out of their wits, but could not help looking around to see what was happening and trying to make sense of it all. They were horrified when they suddenly realised that at least two of the trim maids opposite them were men.

Peter in his short man's haircut and no breasts was obvious, as was the other man who had a small neat moustache and beard. There was actually a third man amongst them, but he was wearing a wig and had false breasts. It only became obvious what he was when he was later stripped and they could see between his legs.

 

Fantasy Holidays preferred to get their new slaves as 'legitimately', and painlessly, as possible. Each of the young girls had answered advertisements, for what they thought was a holiday representative/hostess sort of job. The initial interview had quickly weeded out those who would be missed by family or friends.

In case there was any possible future question, where some authority tried to hold them to account, Fantasy Holidays carefully videoed each interview. The Management representatives were absolutely truthful in everything they said about the jobs, but the girls' imaginations supplied the glamorous trimmings they thought were implied.

Each 'suitable' girl was then offered a job at about three times her present wage and it was pointed out, again truthfully, that they would not have any tax stopped, nor would there be any living or travelling expenses. Naturally, the girls thought they were each being offered a pot of gold.

They were then given a contract and advised to read it carefully, before agreeing to sign it, and left alone with the cameras still rolling. The documents were long and wordy legal ones and made deliberately boring. They usually skimmed through until they found the section on 'pay and conditions of service'. The amount was there as promised and stated that it would be paid into an account in their name each month.

Some of the more stupid girls didn't even bother to do this!

The girls missed that it did not say what kind of account or where it was and the fact that they were not given access to it. There was also the unstated fact that the sum was taken out of the 'account' each month, just five minutes after it had been put in! The statement that they would get automatic ten percent rises each year, with a mention of possible performance bonuses, was enough to blind them to what they had missed.

Funnily enough, these monthly procedures were continued even after each girl had finally accepted her true status. After all, they were harmless as well as meaningless and only took a few nanoseconds of computer time each month.

The conditions of service said blandly that they would be required to take part in each activity allocated by their supervisors, dressed in the uniform or costume appropriate to that activity. Well, girls usually like the idea of dressing up, so that idea did not bother them.

The next comment, that a strict discipline had to be maintained because of guests' comfort and safety was also acceptable as worded. The added comment that any shortcomings would be dealt with by an appropriate punishment from the supervisor also slid by the reader, who was still dazzled by the wages offered.

So now, they were lined up in housemaid uniforms wondering what they had really let themselves in for, but not yet quite realising that it was total slavery.

They began to get a better idea when the Head Housekeeper brought in two girls by leads attached to leather collars. They also had their hands buckled behind their backs and were wearing full ball gags. Each was wearing a peasant type costume with a low cut blouse.

The housekeeper curtsied to Lady Sylvia and said that Iris and Peggy had been fighting and each blamed the other for starting it and had asked for their owner to judge them. At the word' owner' the new slaves gasped through the ring gags.

Lady Sylvia nodded her permission. Peggy had her gag removed and then launched into a complicated and jumbled account of her side of the story. After five minutes of this, she held up her hand to stop the flow and said, "Now let me hear the other girl".

Peggy had her gag replaced and then it was Iris's turn. Her account was equally confused.

Eventually, Lady Sylvia called a halt to her torrent and said she had decided.

She pointed at Peggy and ordered.

"Get her tits out!"

The new slaves watched in amazement as the housekeeper dug her hand into the blouse and lifted each breast into view. Somehow, they seemed more naked than the serving slaves, who were totally naked under their see-thru aprons.

Next two nipple clamps connected by a very short chain were clamped onto each nipple. This had to hurt, because each clamp had quite visible teeth in it. The leash was then removed from Peggy's collar and clipped to the centre of the chain.

Her skirts were then lifted to uncover her buttocks and pinned up behind her. She was not wearing any knickers.

"Now listen to me very carefully," said Lady Sylvia addressing Iris. You are to lead this girl by her nipples and you are allowed to tug them to encourage her along, but you are to be careful not to damage them too much. Don't forget you have a pair too and can be made to pay for any damage you do.

You are to lead her down the back stairs to the kitchens so that all the young maids there can see what is in store for her. Then out through the stables for the grooms to view and finally round the kitchen gardens for the gardener's boys to have their look.

You will then bring her back the same way to the housekeeper's room."

She then addressed the housekeeper.

"When you get her back, Jenkins, you are to give her fifteen stokes with a medium birchrod."

At this order, everybody in the room reacted in different ways.

Back to Iris.

"Then you will lead her out again through the kitchens, stables and garden and back, for all to see her arse and know the consequences of fighting in my household and then back to Mrs Jenkins. Do you understand?"

Iris curtsied and said, "Yes m'lady."

"Good. Well get on with it then."

The housekeeper undid Iris's arms and handed her the lead attached to Peggy's nipples.

"On your way," she ordered.

Both girls and Jenkins curtsied to Lady Sylvia and went towards the door with Iris gently tugging on the lead.

"Stop!" Said Lady Sylvia. "You don't need to be as gentle as that. I just don't want you to really damage them, but a little blood won't matter. Anyway, I've just changed my mind about the birching."

At this, Peggy looked rather relieved and the lady guests made murmurs of disappointment. Jenkins stood expressionless. She was well aware of Lady Sylvia's games of cat and mouse with her slaves.

"Yes, Jenkins. Make it twenty strokes instead of fifteen."

Peggy groaned in horror. The ladies looked rather pleased. The maids were unsurprised and the new slaves had looks of terror on their faces at what they were learning about their new situation.

After they had left the room, the ladies continued their conversations and their maids stood trying not to fidget and draw attention to themselves. The new maids were being urged by pinches from the housekeepers to "stand up straight and show off Lady Sylvia's uniform proudly!"

Some while later, Mrs Jenkins brought the two fighters back into the room. Peggy's backside was a bruised mess and she was crying her eyes out. Iris, meanwhile, did not look as pleased with the result of their complaints about each other as you might have expected. The problem was the they had been quite good friends until a silly dispute over almost nothing had resulted in the spat which had lead to this situation.

Lady Sylvia looked over the result of her sentence and pronounced herself satisfied.

"Now change them over," she ordered.

Iris's arms were refastened behind her back and her breasts lifted into view. Another pair of tit clamps was put onto her and her skirts pinned up

"Right, you know what to do," Lady Sylvia instructed Peggy, "but this time Jenkins it is to be only twelve strokes of the birch," she paused, "and then a second twelve before bringing her back to us. We shall be in the playroom."

"Yes Lady Sylvia", Jenkins curtseyed and led the two girls out again for the second one to be punished.

With tea over, Lady Sylvia lead her guests and the maids out and down to the 'playroom'. The lady's maids curtsied as the ladies passed and the new maids made a clumsy attempt to copy them. They would soon be given plenty of instruction and practice in the 'art' of curtsying.

When they all entered the playroom, the maids all shuddered as they realised that their turn as entertainment had come. There were various pieces of apparatus dotted around the room and the new slaves were lined up again behind a low form at the side of the room and told to kneel on it. As they began this, they had no idea of how uncomfortable the position would soon become.

Peter was led over to what looked like an exercise bicycle, which had a very narrow saddle with a large plug fixed to it. Helen ordered him to undress, except for his corset, and then to lower himself onto the plug. He obeyed and found it very uncomfortable with plenty more to come.

"We are ready for you nurse," Helen called out.

Peter sat there naked in dismay as he watched a young girl in a nurse's uniform approach. She had the most beautiful serene face with one of the happiest friendliest smiles he had ever seen, but it was her rubber apron that caught his attention. On his previous visit, he had quickly learned to associate a nurse in a rubber apron with something uncomfortable, unpleasant, or downright painful, or even all three, so he watched her approach with dread.

"Hello," she said with a wonderful smile. "Now I want you to clasp your hands behind your neck and not let go. Will you do that for me?"

She beamed at him knowing, as he did, that, in spite of the friendly way she had asked him, it was an order with an 'or else' threat behind it.

Peter immediately obeyed.

"Good boy," she told him and remarked to Helen, "My you have got him well trained."

She took rubber gloves out of her bag, put them on and then very gently lifted his penis and arranged his balls carefully and comfortably one on each side of the bike seat.

Her gentle touch had caused him to start an erection and she encouraged this with soft caresses until it quickly became a full erection. She then took a metal rod out of the bag and quickly inserted it like a catheter tube into his cock. It was done very matter-of-factly and she pushed the rod in, quite roughly, as far as it would go.

'Something unpleasant and uncomfortable.' Peter remembered his earlier thought.

"There now, that wasn't too bad was it? I expect you have had a lot worse done to you – like this, perhaps. While she had distracted him she had taken out a metal cylinder and slipped it over the end of the rod and his cock and was now tightening the sleeve to clamp his penis tightly onto the rod inside it. Peter winced as it bit hard and, instead of loosening the screw a half turn as was usual, she gave it another half turn. He gasped in pain and then again as she tugged on the rod to make sure it was fast.

"There we are. That bit's over."

This was the 'something downright painful'.

Next she clipped a lead from the machine's control console to the end of the rod and Peter began to get some idea of what was in store for him.

However, he was surprised at her next action. She took a transparent plastic half apron from the bag and tied it round his waist.

"I wouldn't want you punished for being 'out of uniform without an apron', would I?" She beamed.

She then told him to lean forward and grasp the handlebars, while she fastened two straps round his wrists. Finally, she fixed two leads, one to each nipple, gave them a friendly tweak, and wished him a 'Happy Ride'. Then she went off to deal with another unfortunate.

The new slaves had watched this with horrified fascination.

Helen quickly took a thin coin out of her pocket, lifted his apron and loosened off the screw at the tip of his cock.

He gave her a look of gratitude, as she smoothed his apron down over his penis again.

Then everything seemed to come to a halt. Peter looked around and saw that every maid had been put on a piece of apparatus. The male maid with the beard was on a rowing machine and looked to be also sitting on a plug and connected up to wires etc, similar to those worn by Peter. A female was on a treadmill and also wired up. The rest were strapped to whipping frames, or over blocks.

Peter then realised that they were waiting for Lady Sylvia to give the signal and she was waiting for Peggy and Iris to come back.

Eventually they did. Now it was Iris's turn to be in a flood of tears.

Surprisingly, Peggy then went up to her and tried to give a kiss and a bit of a hug.

"Oh look at that," said Lady Sylvia. "Isn't it sweet? It seems I've brought about a reconciliation."

At that point, Peter developed a marked anti-Lady Sylvia attitude and, later, found out that Helen had had a similar reaction to the remark.

Lady Sylvia then gave them another moralising lecture about fighting and they were fastened to frames, bent over so that their well-thrashed bottoms were displayed to view.

The signal was given and Helen came over to Peter.

"Now my dear, you are going on a twenty mile ride." She touched some keys and a digital display came up in front of him, showing 20 miles, which would count down in tenths of a mile.

Helen continued. "We can't have you taking all day over it, so if you fall below a minimum speed, this will happen.

She pressed another switch and a bolt of electricity shot through his penis, his nipples, and even the plug in his anus.

Peter could not help jerking in his seat and yelping through his gag.

"Just one thing though, it will be a stronger surge than that. That was only for demonstration purposes. Now, when I tell you to start, you will have five seconds to get up to speed and then it will come into effect".

She smiled and then said, "Ready, steady GO!"

Peter started to sprint and found that the plug had started to vibrate uncomfortably inside him at the same time. He was successful in not getting shocked, but soon realised that he would not be able to maintain that sort of pace for 20 miles. He had to slow down his speed until he got shocked in order to find what the minimum rate of pedalling was.

Helen and the young nurse were watching him with smiles on their faces as they waited for this realisation to dawn on him. He gritted his teeth on the gag and very slowly allowed his rate to slow and, then it hit him. His body jerked in the saddle again and he yelped once more. It was definitely a stronger surge than before.

His instinctive reaction was to pedal faster and he now knew roughly the rate he needed to maintain.

The two on the rowing machine and treadmill were suffering in a similar way and all around him were the cracks of canes and straps and whips and the resulting cries of pain.

Peter's cycle was facing towards the new young maids and he could see them quite easily. One housekeeper was still patrolling behind them, poking and pinching them to 'kneel up properly and proudly'. The other had now come round to the front and her job was to make sure the girls did not close their eyes to try to shut out the scenes in front of them.

As he watched, one of the maids did close her eyes and immediately got a shot of the foul spray in her mouth, which made her open them again very quickly. In watching this, Peter had allowed his pace to drop and was rewarded with another jolt of electricity.

After a while, which was actually much shorter than it seemed to those being tormented, a buzzer sounded on the bike and Helen pushed another switch. He had done fifteen miles.

"Right, five minutes rest now and a drink."

She accepted the plastic bottle with a thin tube from the nurse. She inserted the tube into the side of his mouth behind the gag and squirted the liquid in. Peter squirmed, as he tasted it. It was water, but had one of those unpleasant flavours added to it, which seemed to be a speciality of the scientists working for Fantasy Holidays.

The buzzer sounded again after a very short-seeming five minutes.

"Well the bad news that the break is up and the very bad news is that the route becomes uphill from here on, so you will need to pedal harder for the last five miles. She turned the switch a few notches, and said, "GO!"

He started again and could immediately feel the difference in resistance to his efforts. This time he hadn't bothered with a sprint start and got a jolt after five seconds. He increased his speed slightly and soon got another one. He had to pedal even faster.

Peter laboured on, as did the maids on the rowing machine and treadmill. Their suffering was obvious too. In spite of his tiredness, he managed to keep his pace high enough and saw that he had only a half mile left and he thought he would be able to manage that all right.

However, Helen came back to the console and said, "Now, dearest, I want you to sprint the last half a mile", and she turned up the second switch as high as possible. He was immediately hit by a jolt and then further ones as he tried to work his weary muscles into producing the sprint. Finally, the buzzer sounded and he was allowed to rest, slouching down as far as the dildo and 'catheter' would allow.

Now Lady Sylvia came back on the scene. She walked up to the line of new maids and addressed them. From her manner, you couldn't use any other word than that!

"You must have all gathered by now that you have become slaves owned by Fantasy Holidays, despite what you might have thought was going to happen. And all quite legally, I might add, in case you have any other stupid ideas about it.

"You will spend the rest of your lives cleaning things and fetching things, like servants have done throughout history, but you will also take parts in scenarios with our guests. You can also be playthings for the guests, as you have watched happening this afternoon. In spite of what you may have thought, this is not a punishment room; those are down in the dungeons, but a playroom, as you may have heard me describe it to Mrs Jenkins earlier.

"After you have recovered from today," (they all flinched at the word 'recovered') "you will be sent away for two weeks to learn what a slave has to know and how a slave has to behave. But first there is today.

"They always say that a slave girl never forgets her first real thrashing. Now there are two ways of doing this. Either we can wait until your behaviour deserves such a thrashing; or else we can give you one as an introduction to your slavery so that you know what to expect if you step out of line.

"Since I am not a cruel person," Mrs Jenkins had difficulty in keeping a straight face when she heard that, "I think it best if you don't have to wait with it hanging over your heads."

"There are also two ways of doing this. I can hand the job over to an overseer, or do it myself, as distasteful as that might be." Another grimace from Mrs Jenkins.

"Now you have all seen that whipping block which has not been used yet; the one with the slender rod of whalebone on it. You are each going to receive twenty strokes of that rod to mark the beginning of your slavery and you will feel it again any time I feel the lesson needs to be repeated."

She then gave orders to Mrs Jenkins. "I will take them in order of age, the youngest first." She turned back to the fearful line of girls.

"When I give you the next orders, you will obey them instantly, or else extra strokes will be added to the standard twenty you are due. Now stand up."

They obeyed immediately. Indeed, they were glad to get up off their sore knees! The assistant housekeepers moved along the line removing the handcuffs. Some of the girls rubbed their wrists.

"Stand still and stop fidgeting." They stood still and then came the order to strip completely. Lady Sylvia pointed to three girls who, in spite of themselves had been unable to comply straight away.

"One stroke extra for those three". Mrs Jenkins made a note on her pad. Their hands were now strapped back behind them, wrists to elbows. Lady Sylvia beckoned the nurse forward. She was still wearing surgical gloves and, ominously, her rubber apron.

"All of you open your legs wide. Reluctantly, to avoid any further extra strokes, they obeyed.

The nurse went to the first girl and inserted a finger into her vagina, much to the young girl's discomfort and distress. She was pronounced a virgin and Mrs Jenkins made another note.

The nurse went along the line, with the same result, until the last, oldest, girl who was not. Both Mrs Jenkins and Lady Sylvia tut-tutted at this.

Now the nurse told the first girl to turn round and bend over. The two housekeepers grabbed the maid as she instinctively reacted to the fingers now probing up her anus. It was explained to the ladies that this was to ensure that each girl had nothing forbidden on her person, but they were all well aware that it was simply to embarrass and distress the young girls even further.

Eventually, the first girl was led to the block. She was bent over it and a broad strap fixed across the small of her back and another round her thighs. She was clamped there immovable.

Lady Sylvia now picked up the whalebone cane and flexed it to show how springy it was and then swished it through the air a couple of times, which made the waiting girl wriggle on the block. Then she measured up to her stroke and struck the girl across the taut skin of her buttocks. Except for the staff members present, everyone else flinched at the sight and sound of the blow and then, a second time, at a loud scream of mixed anguish and disbelief at the pain caused by such thin innocent-looking rod.

Mrs Jenkins intoned, "One", and then, directly to the bound squirming figure, "You are a slave girl." This was repeated another twenty times, as this was one of the girls who had 'earned' the extra stroke. Three times, Mrs Jenkins had had to apply smelling salts to the girl who had fainted. At the end, she was sobbing hysterically in agony.

The housekeeper lifted her head and unstrapped the ring gag.

She asked. "Now what do you have to say to m'lady"?

The girl shook her head in distress, but finally said, with a bit of prompting, "I am a slave girl, m'lady."

"That's right and don't you ever forget it", was the answer.

She was taken off the block and strung up in line with Peggy and Iris with her buttocks on view.

This procedure was repeated down the line, until the last and eldest was reached. At least, these girls knew what was required of them to be said at the end of their whipping.

Lady Sylvia said, "I seem to remember that this girl was a bit defiant at the beginning. She doesn't appear to be so now." In fact, the girl was already hysterical at what was to come.

"Well, because of her defiance, the fact that she is a bit older, and is not a virgin like the others, I think we will make her introduction twenty five strokes."

"Plus one, m'lady," interjected the housekeeper.

"Quite so".

When the final whipping was over, Lady Sylvia said, "Jenkins, please arrange for this maid to be added to my personal staff. I enjoyed caning her arse so much I will want to do it regularly."

Mrs Jenkins curtsied her acknowledgement of the order.

The room was a cacophony of sound, with all the new girls sobbing their hearts out and a good deal of whimpering from some of the other maids

Now that it was finished, Helen came back over to Peter. He was wondering what was next in store for him, but saw that she was not looking very happy. She beckoned the nurse over and asked her to unclip everything from Peter.

"Including the catheter rod, Ma'am? It could be left in for sometime without it causing him any problem."

"Yes, the whole lot please. I want him dressed back into his uniform, so that we can leave soon."

"But I thought you were going to whip him for taking too long over his cycle trip?" the nurse asked.

"But he didn't, did he?" Helen said staring at the nurse.

"No, not if you say so Ma'am".

Peter was soon dressed again as Helen's lady's maid and they went to curtsey to Lady Sylvia and take their leave.

"I hope you enjoyed your afternoon, my dear?" said Lady Sylvia.

"Yes thank you. It was very instructive and informative," replied Helen unenthusiastically.

They got 'home' and Helen told their maid, Rita, to run a bath.

"I expect you could do with a good soak and to get back into your own clothes and persona, after such an afternoon.

"A very good idea. Thank you sweetheart". He kissed her.

While he was soaking his aches and pains away, Helen came back in carrying two glasses of wine. She sat next to the tub holding his free hand as they both sipped the wine.

"Do I get the feeling you were not too happy about this afternoon, Helen?"

"Yes indeed," she replied. He waited for her to go on.

"We have had some pretty strong, and up to now I thought quite savage stuff, before, but I thought this afternoon was more than a bit over the top. Previously, the 'heavy stuff' was either a proper punishment for a slave, or something that had been specially requested by a guest. This afternoon was simply sadism for the benefit of so-called Lady Sylvia herself. Up till now, all the Management have been completely neutral and have not indulged themselves, but this exhibition was something quite different."

"Yes, I agree. You have put my summing-up into the words I was trying to find. I think my feelings started to surface at that remark she made about causing a reconciliation between Peggy and Iris."

"Yes, me too," agreed Helen. "Since these feelings will be reported to Management in general when we sleep tonight and they de-brief us, I wonder what will happen about our changed views on Fantasy Holidays? I know for a fact that at least two, possibly three, of the other 'ladies' there felt the same as us."

"I still feel exactly the same about our general 'wants' and scenarios, myself, but I shall be glad of a rest tomorrow," said Peter.

"I agree with both points, so we shall just have to wait and see if anything is said."

That night, in bed, they were having a gentle cuddle, because of the beating his penis had taken during the day, and Peter said.

"I meant to ask you before. What was it that nurse meant about giving me extra strokes of the cane for being outside my time limit? I don't remember anything being said about a time limit."

"No there wasn't and one isn't set anyway, but the usual thing on the cycle, the rowing machine and the treadmill is to declare that the maid/slave has taken too long and the penalty is six strokes, however quick they may have actually been. But I had decided that enough was enough and the 'owners' of those on the other two machines apparently decided likewise, from what I could see."

"I understand. By the way, thank you also for getting that rod out of my cock and not letting her leave it in. It was quite unpleasant inside and she had also tightened the sleeve up too much and it was really hurting, so thanks again for slackening it off a bit. That it why we are having to have a night off lovemaking, rather than because of the electric shocks".

The next day, they sat on their terrace discussing where they stood and what they now felt. They both agreed that they enjoyed the sessions as maids and sometimes as children and occasionally as slaves, but had both 'gone off' the heavier stuff and would confine themselves to those things during the rest of their holiday.

Just then, Rita came out to ask if Carol could join them. Of course, they answered 'Yes'. They were quite curious about the visit and welcomed her as usual.

She didn't beat about the bush, but came straight to the point, as soon as Rita had brought them all coffee.

"Since you are old and valued friends and clients of ours, we can give you feedback that we couldn't give to first-timers. As a result of feedback from others, as well as from yourselves, it has been decided to transfer Sylvia to another section of the Company. You mustn't feel that you have caused this, because we have had disturbing reports about her conduct for some weeks now.

"Here I have to make a confession and give you both an apology from the Management. We did listen in on your conversation, when you got back yesterday, and you, Peter, were in the bath. Not, I swear, when you were in bed last night and we don't make a habit of eavesdropping on guests' privacy, but we needed to hear what your joint first thoughts were about your afternoon at her mansion.

"Basically, we agree with your comments that she was indulging in her own sadistic impulses, which practice is entirely out of place here. That, together with what we got from the other ladies, four out of five of whom agreed with you, as did their maid-guests, it was pretty conclusive."

They looked at each other. They were now so much 'in tune' with each other that they often didn't need to use words. Peter nodded and allowed Helen to answer for both of them.

"Thanks very much, Carol, for telling us that. We much appreciate it. So we would like to continue now with our plans unchanged. The next week as maids working in the Victorian-theme hotel, with the guests not knowing that we are guests too, and then the following week back in our old luxury room, where we declared our love; preferably with the same maid, Jenny, to look after us."

"That's fine and agreed then and thank you for your invaluable help too."

 

 

 

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