Hotel Futa Pt. 2 [M:40, 50; F:40] [femdom, bi]
It took me a bit to work up the willpower to climb off of the hotel bed and make my way to the bathroom. I guess I didn't want to risk catching a glimpse of my ruined face in the mirror, to see my mouth and cheeks and chin wet with the nanny's cum.
The longer I persisted though, the colder her jizz grew on my skin. And so, at last, I darted for the washroom and buried my face in a towel.
I refused to open my eyes until every drop, every streak had been washed from my skin and hair. And even then, I squinted reluctantly, fearful I had missed a giant glob of her pudding.
There was none. My shirt was ruined though. I couldn't tell what was water and what was cum. I tore it off and flung it to the ground.
Instantly, a pang of fear shot through me. What if the Nanny came back? What if she saw my haphazardly discarded shirt? Would she punish me again?
I shook myself. What the hell was wrong with me? I had paid for this room! What the hell had even just happened? This place was a lawsuit waiting to happen!
That settled it. I would get dressed and have words with the front desk. This was no way to treat paying guests!
I started to throw some clothes on when the phone suddenly rang.
Who was calling me?
I picked up the receiver tentatively.
"......hello?"
"Aww yes," the voice of the front desk receptionist came over the line. "Just checking to see how you enjoyed your meal, good sir."
"My meal?" I repeated dumbly. "What meal? She fed me from her tits!"
"And I trust everything was to your liking?"
"No, it wasn't to my damned liking!" I yelled into the receiver. "I want my money back and I want out of here!"
"Sir," the receptionist spoke in a perfectly calm, infinitely patient voice. "There is a certain breaking-in period with this sort of thing. That's why Hotel Futa has a strict end-of-term refund policy."
"End of term? What does that mean?"
"Certainly sir. It simply states that if you pay for a week, you stay for a week. And at the end of said week, if you still feel the service is unsatisfactory, we will be delighted to refund your payment in whole."
My face turned beet red.
"You're saying I have to stay here the whole goddamn week!"
There was a brief pause on the line as he allowed me to collect myself. Then, he spoke in a more sympathetic tone.
"Sir, it does sound like you're having some difficulty adjusting to our services. Perhaps you would enjoy a visit from one of our trainers?"
"Trainers? Look, I don't want you sending anyone up here again. Especially not another nanny! If I have to stay here a week, I'd prefer to do it alone!"
"Very good, sir," the receptionist said. "I'll cancel all your room services including housekeeping, massage therapy, laundry, meal prep---"
"Hey, wait a minute!" I cut him off. "If I'm gonna be staying here a week, I still need my room cleaned. And what about that other stuff....is that all paid for?"
"It's complimentary sir," the receptionist answered. "Free to all our guests."
"Well hey," I said. "You don't have to cancel all that. Just no more nanny stuff. I don't know what kind of place you're running here."
"Very good, sir," he confirmed. "I'll have one of our trainers stop by your room at once. They should be able to help you better understand our more unique services."
"Okay.....yeah," I gave in. "Cause I don't know what that was all about before, but I prefer not to be manhandled."
"No manhandling, check!" the receptionist said. "I'll be sure and brief your trainer on your expectations."
I dropped the receiver and plopped down on the couch. This whole experience was so....surreal.
I grabbed for the remote and clicked the TV on. To my surprise, it was tuned to porn. I flipped the channel. More porn. I began running through the channels, trying to find at least one non-porn station.
There was none. It was all porn. And then, I noticed something else.
Every sex scene was virtually the same setup. A guy in girly clothes and makeup getting railed by either a large-dicked man, or worse yet, a large-dicked female.
"What the hell?" I said aloud just as there came a knock at my door.
Oh shit! It was the trainer. It had to be, right?
"One moment!" I called out, trying desperately to turn off the TV.
Before I could, my hotel door flung open, and a tall, Amazon-looking blonde strode in toward me.
Most of her hair was tied up in a bun but several long strands of it hung down over her face messily. She wore a tight, black dress that ended prematurely at her thighs. And where it ended, an enormous cock emerged from her crotch, held erect and hard by a cock and ball strap that had her dripping pre-cum in expectation of what she was about to do to me.
"Hey, wait, wait, wait!" I tried to fend her off, but then suddenly she hit me with a tazer, and I sunk to the ground, my whole body shaking.
"I'm Miss Sylvia," she explained sweetly, even as I lay quivering from the electric shock.
"And I'm responsible for your transition training. First things first, we must give you a name." She ran her red-nailed fingertips through my scalp. "I think Suzie sounds right for you. Little Suzie Q. What do you think, Suzie?"
I continued shaking on the ground, vaguely aware that I'd wet myself.
Miss Sylvia seemed to notice my discomfort, and put a finger to my lips.
"Don't you worry about a thing, Suzie dear," she said in an vain attempt to be soothing. "I'm going to get you all fixed up and ready for your first date."
The tall blonde reached down and easily scooped me into her arms. I wasn't a very large guy, about average frame, kind of short. So, it was nothing for her to carry me off to the bathroom.
My muscles still weren't cooperating, so all I could do was watch as she stripped my clothes off and dumped me into the tub. She ran some water and bathed me as it filled up.
She was very thorough, scrubbing hard at my balls and scrotum, even going so far as to lightly penetrate my back hole with her fingers.
She then began lathering up my arms and legs at which point she produced a razor.
For the next several minutes, I watched helplessly as she shaved off every bit of my body hair. Well, almost every bit.
When she finished, she helped me to stand before going to work on my ass and balls.
I was wobbly but regaining my ability to move. I didn't dare try to escape though, seeing as she had a razor right on my privates.
At last, she threw me a towel and motioned for me to dry off. I did so, almost fully recovered now, and started planning how I could get past her and out of this room.
It didn't help that I was butt -ass naked. I dawdled with the towel, trying to buy time.
Miss Sylvia shot me a wicked smirk, like she could see right through me, then suddenly presented the tazer again.
Another shock, and I was down for the count again. She caught me in her arms, then guided me to a chair she had positioned in front of the bathroom mirror.
"I want you to see every step of your transition, Suzie. So you can dress yourself when I'm not around. It's all part of your training."
Confined to the chair as I was, I watched helplessly as the tall, Amazon woman proceeded to apply makeup to my face. She gave me dark, racoon eyes, long fake eyelashes. She made my cheeks rosy red, even made my nose pink and girly. She did something to my lips that made them plump and puffy before painting them with a candy red coating.
She then brought out an electric razor and proceeded to shave my head til I was nearly bald. Next, she began applying a sort of paste to my scalp.
"This will make it feel more natural," she said. "Like it's your very own hair."
I shot her a questioning look, but then she was pulling out a child-like wig. She adhered it to my head, and the paste immediately grabbed hold of it.
Golden brown locks bounced around on my shoulders. Miss Sylvia completed the look by weaving a bright pink headband through my hair to hold my locks in place.
She then pressed some matching pink magnetic earrings to both of my earlobes.
"Please......" I said groggily. "What is all this?"
"Your instructions were very clear, Suzie," she said wryly. "You wished to not be man-handled. This way, no one will be able to, seeing as you are no longer a man, but a little girl."
I squirmed and moaned, suddenly desperate to escape.
"Oh yes," Miss Sylvia said. "One final touch before we dress you."
She brought up a pink ball gag and stretched the white elastic band of it, fitted it under my locks and against the back of my neck. She pushed the ball almost completely past my lips. Fortunately for me, it was perforated in such a way that I could still breathe.
"And now," Miss Sylvia said, "it's time to put your outfit on."
She walked me, still butt-naked, out from the bathroom and into the bedroom area. The room had an armoire closet I hadn't noticed before. She pulled it open to reveal an array of girly clothing of all sizes.
"We try to be accommodating of all body shapes and sizes," she said, rifling past several outfits. "I think you're an extra small petite, Suzie. A perfect body size for a perfect little girl."
I watched in horror as she pulled out a super skimpy skirt and top with matching leggings and gloves.
Miss Sylvia pushed me into a sitting position on the edge of the bed, then began pulling the girly white cotton stockings up over my feet and legs. They had little pink bows on them at the tops.
She then worked my arms into a pair of long matching white gloves that nearly came to my shoulders. She slipped a super tight white corset top over my chest, then pulled the laces til it compressed to my skin.
