The Game
The Game
Joanna approached the hotel nervously, whilst the evening’s proceedings had been discussed and agreed, or at least the outline agreed, she still had a sense of trepidation as she climbed the half dozen steps to the front door. The reception was bright and airy with three clerks on duty, with a deep breath and fixing her smile she approached the desk.
“Hello how can I help you?” The young receptionist enquired, “I have a reservation in the name of Armstrong.” Joanna replied. “Oh, ok I’ll just check.” She clattered away on her keyboard, looked up briefly and then hit some more keys. “Ah yes here we go Ms J Armstrong your colleague has already checked in she’s had to pop out, but she’s left a package for you, one second and I’ll get it.” With that she rose from her chair and disappeared into the back office returning moments later with a small box. “There you go and the card key is on the top for you, all the check in has taken care of by your colleague, you’re on the fifth-floor room 512.” “Oh, great thank you.” Joanna replied, “You’re welcome enjoy your stay.” “Yes, I’m sure I will.” Joanna replied with a smile turning and heading to the lifts. Once inside she looked at the box, there was an envelope attached, at which point the bell sounded and the lift doors opened. Joanna walked down the corridor to her room. Standing in front of the door she hesitated, she could just leave now, she could say she wasn’t feeling well, but her curiosity, combined with a mounting sense of excitement got the better of her and she slipped the plastic card into the lock. The green light came on and she entered the room.
The room was in darkness, the curtains drawn and even when she put the key card into its holder only one small reading light came on. Closing the door behind her she entered the room. Laid out on the bed was a bright pink satin maid’s uniform with matching pink apron. Beside it was a set of equally over the top matching underwear, black seamed stockings and a long blond wig. At the base of the bed a pair of sky-high stilettos also in pink sat waiting to complement the outfit. Joanna felt her heart rate increase at which point her phone rang. She fumbled in her handbag, saw the number and quickly answered it. Before she could speak the silky tones of her Mistress assailed her ears “I assume your in the room now Joanna?” she asked. “ Yes, yes I am.” came Joanna’s stammered reply. “Good and you have the box and envelope, yes?” “Yes, I do.” “Excellent, you may open the envelope when this call finishes it contains instructions as to what you need to do next. This is your last chance, if you want to bale out I’ll give you this final opportunity, well?” “No mistress I’ll go ahead with the plan.” Joanna managed to reply although she was shaking with a mixture of fear and excitement and her mouth was so dry she could only just manage to get the words out. “Good girl, I’m going to hang up now, don’t forget you need to follow the instructions exactly.” At that point the phone went dead.
Joanna nervously opened the letter
‘Well sweetie you’ve got this far, I’m suitably impressed, so now the game really starts. In the wardrobe is a case, you are to take off all your normal clothes and put them in that case, then I want you to take a picture of it and send it to me.
Next you will dress in the clothes I have laid out for you and you will adjust your makeup so it is suitably tarty I want bright red lips, dramatic eyes and false eyelashes.
Once you have completed that task you will take a series of pictures so I can assess how well you have dressed, if you are aroused at this stage you are to lift up your skirts and take pictures of your underwear too. You will then send these pictures to me and await my next call.
I trust this is all clear.
MC”
Joanna realised that her hand was shaking as she held the letter, the sense of both fear and excitement was almost too much to bear. She put the letter on the bed and went to the wardrobe, sure enough there was a small suitcase. She opened it to find, as expected, that it was empty. Trembling she started to undress folding her normal street clothes and placing them in the case. She was soon standing in just her bra and knickers, taking her breast forms out she removed her sexy, but practical bra and replaced it with the pink creation on the bed putting the breast forms back in the cups, the bra was deliciously smooth satin and she ran her hands over it delighting in the sensation. Next her knickers, she knew as soon as she started to pull them down that her treacherous boy clit would misbehave. Freed from it’s confines it sprang to attention and a bead of precum rapidly formed threatening to drip on the carpet. Joanna silently cursed herself for not picking up any condoms so to prevent any mess she caught the drip on her finger and was forced to suck it off. The salty taste reminded her that it was something she might well have to get used to as the evening progressed. The immediate problem solved she went into the bathroom to get some tissue, but on the sink was a note and a little silver packet:
‘We know how much you leak Joanna so I thought I’d be kind and leave you something to catch it in.
MC’
The condom was a godsend, but Joanna suspected that this apparent “act of kindness” may well have motivations that were anything but, however under the circumstances she was grateful that one problem was taken care of for the time being. She returned to the bedroom, fastened the suspender belt in place and carefully rolled the exquisite seamed nylons up her freshly shaved legs followed by the over the top lined satin panties, their elasticated leg holes gripping her thighs just above the tops of her stockings and the slippery satin caressing her, she couldn’t resist rubbing her swollen clit through the delicious fabric and feeling the thrill of its soft caress. Next was the matching pink satin and white net petticoat. Now the dress itself. She undid the zip at the back noting some ominous loops at both the top and the waist, but the desire to slip into this extravagant creation was just too overwhelming and soon she was straightening her skirts and zipping the dress closed. Finally, the matching apron and the shoes. She admired herself in the mirror caressing her body through the slippery satin, but she was wasting time. Sitting in front of the mirror she adjusted her makeup with the items that had been left for her, fitted the wig and placed the final item, a satin cap on her head. Another look in the mirror and she realised she would have to take and send the pictures she’d been instructed to create. Suddenly the sense of thrill and fear returned, hands trembling slightly she took a picture of the open case, her normal clothes nestling in it. Then she began taking pictures of herself including the shameful bulge in her panties. She cued them up on her phone and then hands trembling pressed send. The mixture of thrill and humiliation was almost overwhelming as she waited for the next call.
In fact, it wasn’t a call it was a message:
‘Get out your laptop, log into the Wi-Fi and connect to the internet, reply with done when you have.’
Joanna obeyed, pugging her laptop into the mains to be on the safe side, she logged into the WIFI and then opened her internet browser. Hands sweating and trembling she typed ‘Done’ into her phone and pressed send.
Previously Mistress had insisted that she install Team Viewer on her machine and now she watched with a mixture of horror and fascination as first she was logged into a chat website that she used and then taken to the image sharing room.
The script appeared before her eyes ‘My slutty maid is currently in a hotel room, I have control of her computer, here are some pictures of her that she has taken tonight’ Joanna groaned as the images she’d just sent started to appear before her eyes and as the comments started to come in.
‘Would you like to see what’s under those skirts’ She was trembling now as several affirmative replies flashed up followed by a picture of her tented panties. At that point her phone rang. “Are you enjoying the show darling?” Her silky mocking tones suggested that even if Joanna wasn’t she certainly was “Team Viewer is such a clever tool don’t you think?” “Yes Mistress.” Joanna managed to stammer, “Good I’m glad about that they are good pictures I have to say.” Joanna was going to say she meant yes about Team Viewer, but something told her that she was already in enough trouble. “Now go and get the box I left for you.” She got off her chair and went to the bed to collect the box, `as she turned she realised that the room had changed, the green light of her web cam was on and she was now looking at an image of herself on the screen. “Oh, look sweetie you’re a TV maid on TV.” The laughter that accompanied this showed she was clearly enjoying Joanna’s humiliation. “Now I’m going to hang up, the sound is on so I and everybody else will be able to hear you so all you have to do is follow my instructions, won’t that be fun?” Joanna managed a quick “Yes Mistress” before the line went dead.
The cursor on the screen that had been flashing now sprang into life though:
‘So here she is live as promised, go and tell your friends that my naughty slut is going to put on a show for you tonight, do a twirl Joanna show everyone your pretty pink dress’
Joanna obeyed heart racing hands trembling dreading what was coming next.
‘Right Joanna, sit down and open the box I left for you’
She did so and looked inside, as she did so here heart sank, five combination padlocks, all open, in a moment of deja vue the realisation of what the loops on her dress were for dawned on her and her heart sank she also understood why the tightly tailored cuffs at the end of the long satin sleeves had two button holes but no buttons.
‘Tell everyone what’s in the box Joanna’
“There are five combination padlocks Mistress” Joanna stammered
‘You know what they are for don’t you Joanna’ She nodded looking desperately into the camera.
‘Tell everyone’ “I think they’re to lock my dress on” Joanna managed to blurt out.
The picture of the open case with her normal clothes flashed up ‘Close it and bring it so that everyone can see’ Joanna stumbled to the bed zipped the case closed and brought it to the desk. ‘Lock it closed’ “Please Mistress” Joanna begged ‘Are you disobeying me my pink sissy slut’ “No Mistress” And with trembling hands Joanna took one of the little locks, put it into place and with a sickening click closed it She really was now at her Mistress’s mercy.
Joanna approached the hotel nervously, whilst the evening’s proceedings had been discussed and agreed, or at least the outline agreed, she still had a sense of trepidation as she climbed the half dozen steps to the front door. The reception was bright and airy with three clerks on duty, with a deep breath and fixing her smile she approached the desk.
“Hello how can I help you?” The young receptionist enquired, “I have a reservation in the name of Armstrong.” Joanna replied. “Oh, ok I’ll just check.” She clattered away on her keyboard, looked up briefly and then hit some more keys. “Ah yes here we go Ms J Armstrong your colleague has already checked in she’s had to pop out, but she’s left a package for you, one second and I’ll get it.” With that she rose from her chair and disappeared into the back office returning moments later with a small box. “There you go and the card key is on the top for you, all the check in has taken care of by your colleague, you’re on the fifth-floor room 512.” “Oh, great thank you.” Joanna replied, “You’re welcome enjoy your stay.” “Yes, I’m sure I will.” Joanna replied with a smile turning and heading to the lifts. Once inside she looked at the box, there was an envelope attached, at which point the bell sounded and the lift doors opened. Joanna walked down the corridor to her room. Standing in front of the door she hesitated, she could just leave now, she could say she wasn’t feeling well, but her curiosity, combined with a mounting sense of excitement got the better of her and she slipped the plastic card into the lock. The green light came on and she entered the room.
The room was in darkness, the curtains drawn and even when she put the key card into its holder only one small reading light came on. Closing the door behind her she entered the room. Laid out on the bed was a bright pink satin maid’s uniform with matching pink apron. Beside it was a set of equally over the top matching underwear, black seamed stockings and a long blond wig. At the base of the bed a pair of sky-high stilettos also in pink sat waiting to complement the outfit. Joanna felt her heart rate increase at which point her phone rang. She fumbled in her handbag, saw the number and quickly answered it. Before she could speak the silky tones of her Mistress assailed her ears “I assume your in the room now Joanna?” she asked. “ Yes, yes I am.” came Joanna’s stammered reply. “Good and you have the box and envelope, yes?” “Yes, I do.” “Excellent, you may open the envelope when this call finishes it contains instructions as to what you need to do next. This is your last chance, if you want to bale out I’ll give you this final opportunity, well?” “No mistress I’ll go ahead with the plan.” Joanna managed to reply although she was shaking with a mixture of fear and excitement and her mouth was so dry she could only just manage to get the words out. “Good girl, I’m going to hang up now, don’t forget you need to follow the instructions exactly.” At that point the phone went dead.
Joanna nervously opened the letter
‘Well sweetie you’ve got this far, I’m suitably impressed, so now the game really starts. In the wardrobe is a case, you are to take off all your normal clothes and put them in that case, then I want you to take a picture of it and send it to me.
Next you will dress in the clothes I have laid out for you and you will adjust your makeup so it is suitably tarty I want bright red lips, dramatic eyes and false eyelashes.
Once you have completed that task you will take a series of pictures so I can assess how well you have dressed, if you are aroused at this stage you are to lift up your skirts and take pictures of your underwear too. You will then send these pictures to me and await my next call.
I trust this is all clear.
MC”
Joanna realised that her hand was shaking as she held the letter, the sense of both fear and excitement was almost too much to bear. She put the letter on the bed and went to the wardrobe, sure enough there was a small suitcase. She opened it to find, as expected, that it was empty. Trembling she started to undress folding her normal street clothes and placing them in the case. She was soon standing in just her bra and knickers, taking her breast forms out she removed her sexy, but practical bra and replaced it with the pink creation on the bed putting the breast forms back in the cups, the bra was deliciously smooth satin and she ran her hands over it delighting in the sensation. Next her knickers, she knew as soon as she started to pull them down that her treacherous boy clit would misbehave. Freed from it’s confines it sprang to attention and a bead of precum rapidly formed threatening to drip on the carpet. Joanna silently cursed herself for not picking up any condoms so to prevent any mess she caught the drip on her finger and was forced to suck it off. The salty taste reminded her that it was something she might well have to get used to as the evening progressed. The immediate problem solved she went into the bathroom to get some tissue, but on the sink was a note and a little silver packet:
‘We know how much you leak Joanna so I thought I’d be kind and leave you something to catch it in.
MC’
The condom was a godsend, but Joanna suspected that this apparent “act of kindness” may well have motivations that were anything but, however under the circumstances she was grateful that one problem was taken care of for the time being. She returned to the bedroom, fastened the suspender belt in place and carefully rolled the exquisite seamed nylons up her freshly shaved legs followed by the over the top lined satin panties, their elasticated leg holes gripping her thighs just above the tops of her stockings and the slippery satin caressing her, she couldn’t resist rubbing her swollen clit through the delicious fabric and feeling the thrill of its soft caress. Next was the matching pink satin and white net petticoat. Now the dress itself. She undid the zip at the back noting some ominous loops at both the top and the waist, but the desire to slip into this extravagant creation was just too overwhelming and soon she was straightening her skirts and zipping the dress closed. Finally, the matching apron and the shoes. She admired herself in the mirror caressing her body through the slippery satin, but she was wasting time. Sitting in front of the mirror she adjusted her makeup with the items that had been left for her, fitted the wig and placed the final item, a satin cap on her head. Another look in the mirror and she realised she would have to take and send the pictures she’d been instructed to create. Suddenly the sense of thrill and fear returned, hands trembling slightly she took a picture of the open case, her normal clothes nestling in it. Then she began taking pictures of herself including the shameful bulge in her panties. She cued them up on her phone and then hands trembling pressed send. The mixture of thrill and humiliation was almost overwhelming as she waited for the next call.
In fact, it wasn’t a call it was a message:
‘Get out your laptop, log into the Wi-Fi and connect to the internet, reply with done when you have.’
Joanna obeyed, pugging her laptop into the mains to be on the safe side, she logged into the WIFI and then opened her internet browser. Hands sweating and trembling she typed ‘Done’ into her phone and pressed send.
Previously Mistress had insisted that she install Team Viewer on her machine and now she watched with a mixture of horror and fascination as first she was logged into a chat website that she used and then taken to the image sharing room.
The script appeared before her eyes ‘My slutty maid is currently in a hotel room, I have control of her computer, here are some pictures of her that she has taken tonight’ Joanna groaned as the images she’d just sent started to appear before her eyes and as the comments started to come in.
‘Would you like to see what’s under those skirts’ She was trembling now as several affirmative replies flashed up followed by a picture of her tented panties. At that point her phone rang. “Are you enjoying the show darling?” Her silky mocking tones suggested that even if Joanna wasn’t she certainly was “Team Viewer is such a clever tool don’t you think?” “Yes Mistress.” Joanna managed to stammer, “Good I’m glad about that they are good pictures I have to say.” Joanna was going to say she meant yes about Team Viewer, but something told her that she was already in enough trouble. “Now go and get the box I left for you.” She got off her chair and went to the bed to collect the box, `as she turned she realised that the room had changed, the green light of her web cam was on and she was now looking at an image of herself on the screen. “Oh, look sweetie you’re a TV maid on TV.” The laughter that accompanied this showed she was clearly enjoying Joanna’s humiliation. “Now I’m going to hang up, the sound is on so I and everybody else will be able to hear you so all you have to do is follow my instructions, won’t that be fun?” Joanna managed a quick “Yes Mistress” before the line went dead.
The cursor on the screen that had been flashing now sprang into life though:
‘So here she is live as promised, go and tell your friends that my naughty slut is going to put on a show for you tonight, do a twirl Joanna show everyone your pretty pink dress’
Joanna obeyed heart racing hands trembling dreading what was coming next.
‘Right Joanna, sit down and open the box I left for you’
She did so and looked inside, as she did so here heart sank, five combination padlocks, all open, in a moment of deja vue the realisation of what the loops on her dress were for dawned on her and her heart sank she also understood why the tightly tailored cuffs at the end of the long satin sleeves had two button holes but no buttons.
‘Tell everyone what’s in the box Joanna’
“There are five combination padlocks Mistress” Joanna stammered
‘You know what they are for don’t you Joanna’ She nodded looking desperately into the camera.
‘Tell everyone’ “I think they’re to lock my dress on” Joanna managed to blurt out.
The picture of the open case with her normal clothes flashed up ‘Close it and bring it so that everyone can see’ Joanna stumbled to the bed zipped the case closed and brought it to the desk. ‘Lock it closed’ “Please Mistress” Joanna begged ‘Are you disobeying me my pink sissy slut’ “No Mistress” And with trembling hands Joanna took one of the little locks, put it into place and with a sickening click closed it She really was now at her Mistress’s mercy.
5 years ago
