Bella made her way down to the play rooms, although dungeons would be a better word for them. The plaster covering the walls of the spiral staircase reduced until only the bare underlying stonework of the basement level was left. The basement spanned the length and breadth of the hotel. Fake electric candles lined the walls, alternately spaced between arched oak doors with brass plaques over the top describing the particular function or theme of the suite.

The Medical suite was a vast space, not just a play area but completely functional and used to treat injuries from minor cuts to broken bones. Testament to the hotels nature, full body casts were not uncommon even when there was nothing broken at all. There was also a fully equipped operating theater, and a skilled surgeon who was happy to provide services to the hotel. This allowed the privileged to perform cosmetic or very permanent changes to their slaves.

Melissa was attached into a frame in a room that, true to theme, could only be described as a hospital waiting area. Once again her legs were shackled 3 feet aside. Immediately behind her was a 3 foot wide padded curved surface. The curve extended backwards to a right angle so the occupants eyes would be pointed at the ceiling when their body rested on it. In fact the steel bands for neck and forehead made sure the victims head did just that. There was a bar hanging down from the top of the curved rest, with height adjustable metal cuffs on either side. The bar was on a ratchet allowing it to be pushed back away from the body increasing the tension on the shoulder blades, and thrusting the occupants chest out further.

Bella ran her finger over Melissa taught body, using a nail to follow the arch from her neck, between her breasts and to the top of the cleft between her legs. An encouraging moan escaped between the lips of the girl, desperate for the nail to continue across her pussy and scratch the itch she had been burdened with. Instead Bella moved to Melissa’s side and ran her tongue around her nipple before greedily sucking it in and biting gently.

“Oh god!” The restrained girl moaned.

“No, I’m mistress to you sweets, or Goddess if you really have to deify me.”

Bella kissed her way up past Melissa’s banded neck and licked the wanton lips before breaking into a passionate kiss.

At that moment Fiona entered and stood to attention beside the door, trying not to stare at the scene of Melissa’s spread body on display and Mistresses casual enjoyment of it.

“Ah Fiona, thank you for coming.”

“How can I serve you Mistress?” she said cautiously.

“We have an issue we need to sort out, come and strap yourself into the frame next to lovely Mel. Then you will be in a better position to help us with this little problem.” Said Bella, sounding almost disinterested.

Fiona looked warily at Melissa’s prone body and the empty curved frame next to her with an overwhelming feeling of worry, as if she stepped into a room with a hungry wolf and the door had slammed closed behind her.

“Now Fiona.”

Fiona dragged herself to the frame and with her back to it and spread herself open, reached down to attach the cuffs, and with a final look into Bella’s eyes, hoping to see something that would indicate that this was not gonna be as horrible as her subconscious was screaming at her. Bending backwards like gymnast, Fiona fastened the neck and head bands, before reaching down to push her hands into the lower cuffs. Bella tightened them and pushed the pole the cuffs were attached to backwards as far as Fiona’s stretched ligaments would allow, producing a gasp of pain.

Bella ran her hands over Fiona’s blouse, her breasts trapped beneath and taking her time to pop each button. When the top fell open Bella turned away to discover a pair of medical scissors to cut away the bra that definitely protected the C cup perky breasts of her second captive, then had second thoughts.

“We don’t want to damage hotel property when it can be avoided do we?” Bella said as she put the scissors down and instead rolled the skirt up around Fiona’s waist.

“That also applies especially to you Melissa, I am under instruction to not damage you, although maybe I can break you a little without ‘damaging’ you.”

“So here’s the problem I have. One of you has made a mistake, and I need to know which. Melissa either you failed to write up my notes. Turning to Fiona she added “or you set her up for a fall by hiding them.” Bella said as she cupped their faces in each hand and added “I would like to figure out which it is, but sadly and as at all times the culprit will get a permanent and painful reminder of the mistake.” she said to the both while gently and lovingly stroking their hair and faces.

Bella took great delight in mentally toying the two girls, she was sure they were both aware that the notes, the source of all this drama, never existed at all, and the failure to complete the work had been entirely her responsibility.

“Mistress” Fiona whined “If I may be so bold, maybe you could check the CCTV Mistress”.

“Where would be the fun in that? No, I think this is a much more interesting method of discerning the truth.”

Now it’s very simple, one of you is going to be a good little girl and own up.

Bella then went to a cabinet on the wall and picked out a pot and a rubber glove. After snapping it on she proceeded to scoop a liberal amount of the contents of the pot and rub it first into Melissa’s, then Fiona’s nipples.

At first the girls found the sensation pleasant, for Mel it was a gentle warm tingle that only heightened her smoldering need, but after a couple of minutes the tingle started to turn to a burn.

Tight lipped squeals began to emerge from the girls, who could see nothing of what was going on in front of them as their eyes were fixed on the ceiling, it felt like a hot iron was held to their chests touching their sensitive nipples. The next sensation was of a very smooth cold wet touch between the folders of their nether lips.

Mellisa grunted and sighed at the touch, savoring it while it lasted.

Fiona wondered what special treatment her counterpart was getting to make her let out such a sound of pleasure. When Fiona’s turn came she screamed “NOOO please mistress no, you cannot do that.”

“Oh hush dear, I’m trying to help you.” Bella said while stroking her hair from her sweat beaded forehead and kissing her quivering cheek.

“Ohhhh god! GOD! It burns! PLEASE GET IT OFF, WASH IT OFF PLEASE” Mel screamed, stupidly bringing Bella’s attention back to her.

“You don’t listen, do you Mel?” Bella retorted, striking her firm thigh with a loud smack of an open palm “I’m your goddess, not your god.”

To punctuate the point she stroked her still oily gloved finger over Mel’s anus. “Got it?”

“Yess goddess” She groaned through gritted teeth.

“Better” Bella said over her shoulder while snapping off her glove as she headed for the door, adding “but nature calls, sit tight, I’ll be back before you know it.”

A half hour later, Bella returned to the two whimpering and sweaty wrecks she had created. First she went to Mel and gave her a gentle kiss and stroked her brow. The girl let out an agonised moan, begging Bella to make it stop.

“I want to know who screwed up dear, because if it wasn’t one of you then it must have been me, and it cannot have been me can it dear?”

“No Mistress, it was me Mistress, Goddess, Mistress Goddess, I’m sorry, please make it stop!” Mel shrieked.

“Ah that wasn’t so hard was it, could have saved yourself and your friend a lot of fuss if you had come clean earlier.”

Bella first applied a neutralising agent to Fiona followed by a cleansing soap, letting Melissa suffer a little longer before repeating the process on her.

“Now my dear, to your punishment. I am not allowed to damage our goods.” She said, tapping her chin in a thoughtful pose. “Well, at least not visibly I suppose.”

Bella went away and came back holding a pair of piercing forceps over Mel’s restrained head, eyes widening in fear as recognition seeped through her mind.

“Now if we do your tongue we lose a talented receptionist, although if you carry on down this path of laziness, lying and disobedience, we may just have to remove the privileges of reception duty anyway, and a tongue for that matter, ha.

What we can do for now is a heavy grommet through the cartilage of your nose. Very useful to control wild little things like you. Ready?”

“No Mistress!”

“No? and what happened to Goddess?”

“Please no Goddess”

“I’ll tell you what, why don’t you beg me to do it, beg me to pierce your pretty nose with a nice big anchor grommet. So we can then put a big ring through it, like a cow.”

“Please don’t pierce my nose, Goddess.” she sniveled.

Bella retrieved another clear jar from the cupboard and snapping on another pair of gloves dipped a finger in and began to gently massage Mel’s clit.

“Do you like this?” she cooed as she rubbed “is this what you need you little slut?”

Having been deprived of orgasm for so long Mel was desperate, her hands which were stretched out behind her opened and closed into clenched fists as her eyes rolled into her head.

“Yes Goddess, yes please let me cum Goddess.” Mel begged, followed by a moan.

“What am I? Your whore?” Removing her hand and stepping back. “No, but perhaps Fiona can make you cum. I’ll tell you what I’ll let Fiona suck and lick that dirty little clit of yours if you beg me to pierce you like a cow”.

Disconnecting Fiona from her frame and helping her straighten her aching back, she then pushed her down to her knees in front of Mel’s pussy, which was already presented forward invitingly by the frame.

Mel could feel Fi’s breath on her, a steady pulse of cool and warm air as she breathed heavily in and out driving Mel’s need.

Bella held Fionas head just millimeters away from Mel, and gently guided her nose through the folds of her moist sex twice before pulling her head back again, just out of reach.

Looking into the eyes of the Domme hovering over her head, Mel said quietly but clearly.

“Please?”

Bella waited, and cocked her head slightly.

Resigned Mel answered with what she knew would be her fate anyway “Please pierce me Goddess.”

A hand pushed Fi’s head into the wet pussy and she got to work. Her tongue swirled in steady circles while Mel’s juices coated her face. Given her state of arousal from the enforced chastity, Fiona would have expected her efforts to finish Mel off quickly, but if anything her groaning was becoming more frustrated. Feeling self-conscious about her technique Fiona increased her pace but noticed her tongue starting to lose sensation, she couldn’t feel her way around the girls cunt- her tongue was going numb.

Mel ground herself against the mouth working away at pussy, encouraging her oral assailant through gritted teeth. “PLEASE I NEED TO CUM. FUCK. MAKE ME CUM. WHY CAN’T I CUM?”

“Oh silly me, I was meant to apply the anesthetic to your nose, not your pussy. My bad.” Bella taunted the suffering girl as she descended on her face with the forceps.

Above them in the bar, Karen bent at the hip to take a sip of her drink through a straw, her skirt rode up her pert behind and she made little attempt to stop it. She had bathed in the sexually uninhibited atmosphere of the hotel for a couple of days, and reinforced with Stephens coercion, subconsciously it was starting to rub off. The staff were also throwing out sexual energy like pheromones from animals in heat, in the the way they smelled, acted and dressed. Within all this, trying to maintain any air of decorum made their guests feel very uncomfortable. It was human nature to try and blend in. It felt natural to shrug off the artificial boundaries imposed by society and allow deep seeded primal needs surface, let loose the sensual sexual beast within to become one of the pack.

“So if I am wearing your bracelets, and this charming necklace, does that make me your slave for the evening?” Karen asked playfully.

Stephen chuckled and leveled his gaze.

“Not quite, my toy maybe. A slave is not just for an evening.”

“Is a slave for life? Like puppies at Christmas?”

“Yes my pet, something like that.” He said with a grin.

“Pet, I like that. I want to be your pet for the evening, but just for the evening. How did you come to own this, what did you call it, ‘fine fetish establishment’?

“My partner is considerably wealthy and shares similar interests. We wanted an environment where we could bring our fantasies to reality, sustain an income, but blend seamlessly with the world outside the gates.”

“Have I met your business partner?” Karen asked, thinking of the dominatrix with concern.

“It’s not Bella, the dominatrix who accosted you, if that’s what you are thinking. She just works here, keeps the staff in line.”

“By staff you mean slaves?” Karen asked.

“Some of our permanent residents could be thought of that way, but most are fully employed with pension and benefits. To those into the lifestyle it’s the perfect job. Take our barmaid here for example.”

Stephen beckoned the girl forward.

“Girl, are you a slave to this establishment?”

“No Sir, I am free to leave at any time. I am here of my own free will.” The barmaid replied demurely, but somehow her submissive demeanor stirred Karen’s libido.

Karen blushed and tried to change her train of wondered before the fire down below let out sparking embers. She bent over to take another sip of her drink, hands still cuffed behind her.

“See Karen,” Stephen said. “she is like you, a slut that craves a little abuse. There’s Nothing wrong with that.” Stephen emphasized his point by slapping her rump. Karen let out a breath in shock of his words and force of his blow spraying her drink all over the counter. She scowled at him as she stood up straight, gathering herself to give her comment of his misogyny. This was going very much like the dream that had stirred her up less than an hour ago, and so needed to be cut short.

“Look here you misogynistic…” she started, but was cut off mid sentence.

“Be a dear and clean that up you please bar-slut, you may not use a cloth.” Stephen said to the barmaid.

Karen was dumbfounded as the barmaid quickly bent forwards with her arms clutched behind her back to suck, slurp and lick the bar clean. Stephen rounded on Karen.

“And I don’t think you should be so judgmental considering your antics today on request of this misogynist, and with absolutely no coercion I might add. You like this Karen, or if you don’t your body or subconscious or whatever does. You are standing there in your ridiculously high heels, your face beat red, with no knickers on, and your pussy and ass barely covered by a fuck me dress.”

“OK, maybe I have been along for the ride, a bit of fun, but I do not like you insinuating I am a slut, or that I am anything like her.” Karen retorted with a glance at the barmaid as she shamelessly licked the last drops from the counter.

“There is nothing wrong with her, she’s probably far more grounded and happy than you. Our bar girl here has found happiness and release in submission, she has let go of her inhibitions and is doing what comes naturally. I think it comes naturally to you too.”

Anger building, she retorted “Why do you think I like it so much? I don’t know why I have played along with this. I think it’s time I went to bed. Alone. Take these off.”

“OK, no problem, turn around.” Her tormentor said calmly.

Karen turned to face the bar, Stephen stood behind her and she felt him fiddle with her cuffs, but then felt a hand quickly reach under her skirt and a finger run through her lips. Karen buckled at the touch and let out a low “oooh”. Karen felt dizzy with dejavu as Stephen pushed her forward over the bar, but instead of spanking her rump he instead brought his glistening fingers up to her face.

“This is how I know you like it so much Karen.”

He pulled her upright leaving the cuffs in place and spun her around into an embrace to kiss her, which she returned with animal lust.