Hostess Service in the Paradise Cross-Dress Hotel Part 2
by Prim
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In part 1 (from PPP#10): Charles Silkings arrives at the Paradise for his dream booking in the crossdresser hotel. The hotel
offers the chance to be as feminine as can be throughout his stay, while in his room he discovers a special pink wardrobe,
containing a range of little girl dresses. He had mentioned in his booking that, from time to time, he liked to be Sissy Wendy.
He is surprised by the appearance of three Paradise hostesses, who have come to make sure he achieves total girlishness during his stay.
"Now, Charles," said Sissy Faye, the tallest of the three, coming closer and sitting on the edge of the bed so that her stockinged thigh
was against his dress, "a little bird told us that you are a dainty sissy." Her lips were in the same cerise as their uniform coatee
jackets and shone as if they were just as silky.
"We heard," said Sissy Chloe, "that you aren't really a male at all." She clasped the bottom edges of her coatee as if holding
out her dress as she lowered herself softly on his other side, wafting a delicious perfume into his nostrils. Charles's heart seemed to
be thumping in his throat, all the more when Sissy Lara stood over his knees and looked down her pretty nose at him, her blond hair
framing her lovely face with an air of authority.
"Not male at all," she said. "In fact a very feminine little Girlie... called Sissy Wendy."
Charles hadn't wanted this information to become general knowledge. "Er, well... I only open my little dress closet at home when I...
feel particularly girlish."
Lara's finely lined brows rose, and her nose lifted even higher above him. "I think we had better open your girlie closet now... Sissygirl Wendy."
Charles found his hands taken on either side and he was lifted to his feet and led across the carpet in his high heels.
"Be a good little
girl," said Faye, her voice soft but firm, "and tell us about feeling girlish." Charles felt compelled to do as she said.
"I... I long to wear frilled little panties, and when that happens, I soon want to wear lots of petticoats too... and a pretty
dress like little girls wear." He felt a hot flush in his cheeks and his shameful confession brought stern looks to all three faces
around him.
The closet opened and the smell of scented girls' dresses rushed out to fill their noses. Their hands clasped him more tightly as a
quiver of thrilling girlish pleasure rippled through his body. He almost squeaked with fright as he felt their fingers undoing his dress
and removing his earrings.
"And what," said Lara, her fingers casually finding that Charles's member was at full, stiff length in front of the opened closet, "does
Sissygirl Wendy do... in the big wide world?" His dress slipped down his legs and slender fingers with cerise nail varnish began to undo
his stockings.
"I... er, she... is a Quantity Surveyor."
His bra, panties and suspenders disappeared alarmingly quickly. "I think," continued Lara, "that a surveyor who feels so girly has to be
smacked... and taught a lesson."
A rush of fright flooded through Charles as Faye opened a pair of the most divine, ruffled pink panties at his feet. They were going to
convert him into Sissygirl Wendy, and a bleating whimper of helpless surrender came from his throat. He had to let himself be dressed
by the lovely hostesses,
unable to summon the strength or the will to refuse his adorable little white ankle socks and oh-so-cute Mary Jayne shoes... or the
gleaming white petticoat frills that dropped softly over his head and fluttered prettily round his shoulders before gathering round
his hips. He was becoming more of a dainty girl by the second.
"And such a girly bottom as yours," said Chloe, "needs filling with a large dildo... or even a nice big clittie, like mine."
Charles
looked, and what she said was true: her clittie was fiercely erected and looked so shamefully exciting in its stiffness. And it might have
to push its way into his girly botty!
The rustle of silk made him turn, to see Lara threading her arms into the petticoat of his dress
and presenting it for him to put his head through. Ohhhh, how blissfully girlish he felt as the dress rustled and slithered around
his petticoat and settled on his shoulders, smothering him in pale green silk from his neck to his bottom. It danced and bounced on its
frills, and it buttoned up a lovely white bib at his chest, with a dream of a Peter Pan collar at his neck. He bleated again,
surrendering to gushes of thrilling femininity.
Lara put a pink ribbon in his hair and fastened it into a pretty bow. Her fingers lifted
Charles's chin to inspect his girlish features, just as a pair of girlish tears ran down his cheeks.
"I'm ready to be smacked now, Miss Lara," he confessed.
No sooner had he spoken than Faye's hands reached round his neck from behind
and fitted a ball into his mouth, pulling the straps together and buckling them behind his neck.
"You are now," said Lara as her sister hostesses marched their captive to the bed. He was laid across the bedspread and his wrists and
ankles were tied, since quantity surveyors who are really little girlies have to be made utterly helpless for their punishment sessions.
Then his panties were slipped down his stockings and his spanking began over Lara's stockinged knees. When his bottom globes were throoughly and prettily
reddened - since he had been terribly little-girlish in his feminine desires - his girly passage was found by Chloe, and her
clittie inserted itself deeply and passionately inside... while a silently weeping and very contrite Wendy heard Faye on the phone
to reception.
"We will have to make a regular booking for Charles Silkings.... Yes, he's been very naughty... extremely weak... Oh, yes,
he's totally girlish. Make it the first weekend in every month... for the next twelve months."
Poor Charles. He was helpless to prevent the bookings. He would have to be punished again in front of the little girls' closet, and
he couldn't prevent his clittie saying thank you... thank you... thank you across Lara's nylon stockings in warm, gushing little spurts of
girlish sissy cream.
And he still had to do suckies, with more spanking, and more botty poking, since he had been such a terribly girlish
little Quantity Serveyor.