Room three hundred and eleven

"That was fun," your mistress announces.

"Yes, Miss Diana," Fuckholes replies.

"Have you thought about entering the amateur cabaret tomorrow night?"

"Oh, no, Miss Diana. I don't know what I would do."

"What about you, Jenna. Would you like to get up on stage to perform for everyone to see?"

No, you would not like that at all! You have no idea how many people have seen you punished in the past. At work, serious spankings are recorded and made available on the company website and in compilation DVDs, not to mention everyone who's watched in person, but there's something about being the centre of attention that fills you with dread. That's not what you say, though.

"If it pleases you, mistress," you answer obediently.

"Hmmm, I'll think about that."

The lift doors are open when you arrive and the man with the kettlebell hanging from his scrotum is inside, knees bent so the weight is resting on the floor. Diana leads you inside and orders him to stand up straight, which he does with a groan. Then, she presses the buttons for all the floors. The doors close and the man whimpers as the car accelerates upwards.

"What did I tell you earlier?" Your mistress sounds stern. You like it.

"Use the stairs, miss. Aaaah." The lift stops and the doors open, so your girlfriend taps the next button to get it moving again.

"Then why are you in here?"

"Nyaaah! I thought you just meant on the way down, miss."

"Thinking's not your strong suit. I want you to ride all the way up to the top floor, then back down to the lobby, stopping on every floor in between. Then get out and take the stairs, like I told you to in the first place. Understand?"

"Yes, miss. Aaargh!"

The constant acceleration and deceleration is **** for his tied testicles, but his little willy is standing stiff and to attention, even as tears run down his cheeks. The doors have just opened on the third floor and to your surprise, Diana walks out. You and Fuckholes barely manage to follow her before they close again.

She's clearly looking for something, checking the signs on the walls, but says nothing about the destination and of course you do not question her. Soon, she comes up to a room you don't know and knocks on the door. There's no reply at first and she's just turning to leave when it opens to reveal a grey haired older man in a smart shirt and slacks. Behind him, several other blokes are surrounding a girl lying on the bed. You can't see her face, because she's being throat fucked, but you give a start when you recognize he as Desi, the girl here with her stepmother. There's a distinct scent of tobacco smoke in the air and at least two of the men have cigars in their hands.

"Diana!" The man at the door stretches out his arms in a hug as if she's a long lost friend, but she ignores him. "We're very happy with your gifts."

"So we're even then?"

"More than even. You promised us one hot submissive and you sent us two!"

In the background, you see one of the masters blow on the tip of his cigar until it glows and then brush it over Desi's labia. She twitches, but makes no sound except the wet slopping of cock in throat.

"Two? Did her mother come too, then?"

"Yes, she came to sign ownership of Desi over to us and we decided to keep her as well. Would you like to say hello?"

"Er, no, thank-you. My **** has another appointment and we have to get her ready. I'm glad you got what you wanted."

They say goodbye and you head back to your room.

"Thank-you, miss Diana," says Fuckholes fervently, as you walk back to the lift.

"You can show me your gratitude later. Jenna has somewhere to be. I'd like you to do her make up. Heavy, with lots of mascara to run when she cries."

"Yes, miss Diana."

Your girlfriend remains equally enigmatic when you return to your room to get cleaned up and made up, giving no clue about your appointment. With a final inspection, she pronounces herself satisfied with Fuckholes' efforts and gives you a room number.

"Apologise and tell him I said to do whatever he wants to you."

"Yes, mistress. Apologise for what?"

She checks your collar is on the setting she wants, spins you around and gives you a slap on your sore bum that makes you whimper.

"Off you go now, Jenna. Don't worry about me. I'm sure Fuckholes and I will have lots of fun without you."

"Goodbye, mistr-" you begin, but the door has already closed behind you. Alone and naked in the hotel for the first time, you feel more **** than ever. At least in the outside world you only get punished if somebody thinks you deserve it. Here, if Diana has set your collar to green, anybody can play with you however they like. It takes all your willpower not to cover up with your hands and the thought of what your lover and her new friend might be getting up to barely enters your head.

The sound of voices approaching stirs you to action and you set off along the corridor to find the mysterious room.