Hoetel Bimbo - Chapter 1 - The Client

I wheeled the cart around the corner to Room 257. My heels thunking against the carpeted floor. The frills of my slutty maid outfit swishing as I walked. 

Mistress made it clear this was a very important client.  All clients were ‘important’, and 5-star service was always expected (anything less would result in severe punishment) but some clients carried more worth. Whether it be money, influence, or keeping the heat off the Hotel. As much as Mistress wanted to grow her business, she didn’t want talk of an underground Sissy Brothel to be public news. 

Room 257 was almost directly in the midpoint of the hall. As I walked I could hear sounds of the other Maids performing their ‘services’ in different rooms. One room had the door wide open. I glanced over to see a group of guys circling around a Maid on her knees with a tarp on the floor. Luckily the Maid was in a black latex uniform, so all the piss hitting the sissy’s face wouldn’t stain her dress. Poor thing did the best she could to keep her mouth and eyes open, but was doing a (pardon the pun) pisspoor job. Hopefully that wouldn’t affect her rating. 

My average rating was a 4.62 out of 5. Not great by any means, but definitely not the lowest of the Maids. A few 4 and a couple 3-star ratings really hurt my average. Anything above a 4 star average kept you out of the doghouse (seriously, there was a literal doghouse that low-rating maids were forced to stay in) and any sissy below a 4-star average got dealt the most despicable of clients. 

A high-profile client like this would surely bump my average up if I were to get a good rating. Bigger clients usually meant bigger tips. Not that I would see any of the money. But it usually meant more weight would be calculated into the average, resulting in a better score. 

Before we meet our clients face to face, we are usually given a special file on them. It lets us know the clients background, what they expect in terms of service, and the things they like/don’t like sexually. This client was so secretive he didn’t even have a name. Just a picture. Everything else was classified. Maybe he was FBI or in Witco. But I knew better than to ask. Unfortunately, his file wouldn’t help me be a better whore for him. 

Room 255 must be having a Bachelorette Party, as all I can hear coming from the room is the cackling of girls, the cracking of whips, and the squealing of a sissy. 

I wheeled the cart in front of Room 257. The client’s room. I took a deep breath, double checked my hair and makeup in my compact mirror, then knocked on the door. 

“Come in,” came a deep, rumbling voice. 

I slid the master key in the door and opened it. 

“Maid Service!” I called in my feminine voice as I entered the room. The most gut-wrenching part of entering a room is the first couple seconds. Even with a fully informed file, you never really know what to expect. One Maid told me she walked in on what was known as a ”Poo Party”, feces covering every square inch of the room. 

Luckily, the room was still as clean as it would be before a client got to it. It looked relatively untouched. The only thing out of place was the middle-aged man sitting on the edge of the bed, smiling wickedly. 

“Well aren’t you a pretty one!” He said. 

I smiled and curtsied as I’d been trained, accepting the compliment. He was a balding white man in his 50’s wearing a very expensive business suit. 

“How may I be of...service for you today, sir?” I asked. This part usually wasn’t so bad, I typically had at least a general idea of what to expect. But this man’s file left me completely in the dark. 

“Well, you are a maid are you not?” He replied. 

“Y-yes sir.“ I said. Not quite sure where he was going. ‘Maid’ or really ‘Sissy Maid’ was really just our position title. Because I guess Mistress decided it sounded better than “Slutty Bimbo Fucktoy”. But I wasn’t going to correct him. 

“Well...maids clean don’t they?” He asked. 

“Yes sir...” I replied. 

“Well...get to cleaning then!” He motioned to the already clean room, sitting back and lifting one leg above the other as he watched. 

I rushed to obey, not really knowing where to start with the presently spotless room. I decided to start in the bathroom, because it was the closest to the door and I could work my way to the back. I grabbed some Windex and a cloth from the cart and started on the mirror. 

“Na uh uh!” He called. ”Stay where I can see you!”

There wasn’t much I could do with the Windex in the living area. So I picked up a feather duster instead. Feeling like a stereotypical prissy sissy maid as I pretended to dust around the room. 

The Client said nothing as he watched. I could feel his creepy gaze on me the whole time. I felt like an object to him — well, most men that came here had a way of making me feel that way. But this was creepier. Most didn’t waste time using me and discarding me. This man wanted to take his time. 

It felt like I was dusting for hours. The only sound being the cackles from the bachelorette party next door. 

I made my way around the room until I came to the bedside table on his side. His breathing intensified as I came closer to him. I could hear him inhaling my perfume. Breathing in my feminine scent. Did he like that I smelled like a girl? Or would he have preferred me to smell like an actual man? All this could have been answered if i’d just had a real file...

A pen hit the floor. Was that on the desk?

”Oops...looks like you dropped something! Guess you better bend down and pick it up...”

Oh..it was just him then. Using the creepy old man strategy to get a look at my ass. I’d dealt with his kind before. Well...if that’s what he wanted, that’s what he was going to get...

I bent over as seductively as possible. Keeping my back and legs straight as I bent at the waist and allowed my overly short frilly skirt to lift up and expose my black lacy panties underneath. 

I tried not to flinch as I felt his hand graze my thigh and grope my ass. My insides churned at the touch of this creepy man, but I wouldn’t let him know it. I had to keep up appearances if I wanted a good rating. 

I grabbed the pen off the floor, looking back at him and placing it to my lips. Nibbling it seductively. 

“You’re a naughty little girl aren’t you?” He grinned, giving my ass a little smack. 

There it is. I’ve had hundreds of these clients before. The dirty old man fucks the prissy maid scenario, this was going to be cake. 

“Mmmm yes Daddy! I’ve been very bad!” I replied. I sounded like a broken record at this point with how many times i’ve had to say that. I expected him to roll his eyes back in pleasure at that comment, like all the other creeps did. But instead his face changed immediately, as if falling out of character. 

“DON’T call me ’Daddy’!” He said through gritted teeth. “I am NOT your father!”

“Y-yes sir...” i said, quivering in fear of his disappointment and how it might hurt my rating. 

But he snapped back into character almost instantly. “Good” he said smiling, “Now get over my knee!”

I obeyed dutifully. Eager to meet his requests and help him forget the whole ‘Daddy’ incident. 

He lifted my skirt and gave me a few playful smacks before pulling down my panties and really going to town. At first I just made fake “Ow” and “Ahhh” noises. But after about 20 swats I started making genuine squeals. 

With every swat I could feel his growing member getting harder in his pants against my surgically enhanced breasts. 

After 50 swats he finally stopped. Leaving me fighting back tears to keep from ruining my makeup. I didn’t dare move. I waited obediently for his next command. But it never came. 

Instead, he picked up my feather duster off the floor, turning it around and admiring the handle. It was about the same circumference as a quarter. Making it the perfect size for shoving up a Sissy Maid’s asshole...which is exactly what he did. 

Thankfully my hole was already pre-lubed. A little lesson one of the other Maid’s taught me. But still I squeezed the sheets in pain as it entered me. 

“There we go!” He said, obviously satisfied with having all 8 inches of the handle inside me “Now finish cleaning!”

He watched as I awkwardly climbed off him and made my way around the room, panties still around my ankles. Ridiculously swaying my hips and running the feather duster over anything I could. 

He had that smile any powerful man does when he takes advantage of lowly people. The smile that says “I own you, and there’s nothing you can do about it.“

I kept my caged cock tucked between my legs. Most of my 3 star ratings came from men who saw my chastity cage. Some men didn’t like the idea of fucking prissified men, no matter how feminine we looked. So I learned it’s best to just keep that hidden as long as possible. Not that I had much to hide, my dick only reached 3 inches hard when let outside its cage. The last time being 2 months ago for inspection and cleaning. It had been 6 months since my last real orgasm. 

I could see the bulge growing in his pants as he sat there. Watching me. Those eyes. Something about those eyes. So creepy.  I kept myself from cringing. 

Finally he snapped his fingers and pointed in front of him. “Kneel!” He commanded. 

Yes! Finally! I could get this thing out of my ass and get to sucking dick. I never thought i’d be so eager to get to that part...

But he didn’t remove the duster from ass. Just unzipped his fly and removed his cock from his pants. 

Great...he’s one of the bigger ones. At least 8 inches and a fat one to boot. Usually the creepy ones have pretty small dicks too. Oh well. A cock was a cock, and blowjob was a blowjob. I was just gonna have to work a little harder for this one...

I knelt in front of him and looked up. Batting my eyelashes like an innocent school girl as I waited for him to give me the go ahead. 

He looked down at me, smiling, stroking my hair, then gave me his nod of approval. “It’s not gonna suck itself!” He said. Chuckling at his own joke. 

I smiled half-heartedly and switched to seductive mode. Keeping my hands behind my back, I used my tongue to trace the veins bulging out of his shaft as I made my way up his salty cock. I took the throbbing purple head in my mouth, sucking it ever so gently as one would a lollipop. Moaning a bit as I did to provide vibrational stimulation. 

One of the first things they teach you about sucking dick is to maintain eye contact. Which I found ever so difficult to do with this client. His creepy stare made me want to shrivel up inside. But if I could make his eyes roll into the back of his head from an amazing blowjob, i wouldn’t have to worry as much. 

And that’s what i did. Bobbing my head up and down on his cock. Slurping and sucking as I tried to make it as wet and sloppy as possible. Hopefully that’s what he liked (some men preferred a ‘cleaner‘ or ‘daintier’ blowjob)     . But judging by his moans, I seemed to be doing alright. 

Some men like to grab my hair and force me down on their dick or fuck my face at this point. But he let me do all the work. Taking him deep and swirling my tongue on his balls. 

I could feel the head of his prick swelling, his balls retracting, he was about to burst. 

“Would you like to cum in my mouth Da— err—Sir?!” I asked, stroking his cock now with the head of his penis resting on my tongue. 

He snapped out of his pleasure-filled reverie. Going from a moaning man, back to a creepy perv. ”No!” He said, smiling and smacking his legs, “I want you to sit!”

I stood up obediently and allowed him to remove the feather duster from my ass. I turned around with my back to him and pulled my cheeks open, exposing my hole so that he could guide his slimy cock into it as I sat down in the reverse cowgirl position. 

His dick was thicker in comparison to the handle of the duster, and I let out a slight moan as he entered me. 

He stayed in the same sitting position he’d been in since I walked in. Allowing me to bounce up and down on his dick while I fake moaned like a pornstar. 

I’m not a fan of riding dick. It makes my boobs and caged cock bounce painfully. Not to mention it is a killer on the leg muscles. Only a minute in and they were already burning. 

He wrapped his arms around me as I bounced. Resting his chin on my shoulder and breathing in the scent of my hair as his nose traced my neck. 

I was revolted, but I didn’t show it. Just tilted my head back as if I enjoyed it, but kind of distancing myself simultaneously. He reached around and grabbed my boobs. Even 1 year since the surgery and they were still tender. It must be the hormones. 

Then, to my surprise, he reached under my skirt with his other hand, and grabbed my tiny caged cock. 

“Cum for me” he whispered in my ear. “I want you to cum!”

I didn’t know what to do. I’d never had a client touch my chastity cage before. And i’d never been able to achieve an orgasm from being fucked in the ass before (a ‘sissygasm’, as the other Maids called it. They made fun of me for never having one) the best I could do was leak a bit from over stimulation. But that was only when i was heavily turned on. Which right now, i definitely was not...

”Cum for me!” He whispered again, using his arms now to lift me up and down on his cock easily while he groped me. He squeezed my balls painfully, twirling his finger on the sides of my cage, as if he was playing with a woman’s clit. 

“Yea...you like that you little slut?” He groaned. Increasing his pace. 

Noo... I thought. But I just closed my eyes and tried to force out an orgasm. It really had been a long time since i’d cum. I guess it‘d only be fitting for me to cum like a girl from getting fucked...

But I couldn’t do it. I just was not turned on. Even though my balls were aching. And my prostate was pounding from being drilled by a cock. 

“Yes...i can feel you getting wet little girl!” He said. 

Really? Was I actually leaking? It couldn’t have been more than a dribble...

”Cum with me! Same time! Here we go! Are you ready?” Again I could feel his dick start to swell as he jammed me up and down on his cock. Pounding away at my insides. Then i felt it, his dick spewing his warm spunk into my asshole. My own cum staying inside me, not coming out at all. Leaving me dry and frustrated. 

He collapsed on the bed. Laying down for the first time. Breathing heavily as he enjoyed the thrill of what felt like a massive orgasm. 

I waited for him to tell me it was okay to move by him pushing me off his cock. His slimy member sliding out of me and plopping onto his pants. 

I pulled up my panties and fixed my hair. Satisfied at my work. All i had to do was ask the final question and I would be done:

”So...sir...are you satisfied with your servic—“

”Did you cum?” He asked, cutting me off. Still breathing heavily. 

“I...well...umm...no but—“

”Did i go too fast? I came too fast didn’t I?”

”No no no it’s not that it’s just I—“

”It’s because my cock is too small isn’t it? You whores are probably used to massive dicks...” He wasn’t as stern now. He was like a completely different person now that he’d came. 

“No sir...really, your cock is actually quite—“

”You’re not gonna punish me are you?” He asked. His voice almost sounded small. Like a child’s stuck in a 50-year-old man’s body. 

“Of course not! I —”

”You are aren’t you? You’re gonna tweat me wike a wittle baby for cumming too fast and having a small pee pee huh?” he said. His voice sounding even smaller. 

Finally I caught on: he WANTED me to punish him. And this was his way of telling me without telling me. If that made sense. 

“I...yes. I’m afraid you...are. You are going to have to be punished!” I was not used to this role. Rarely ever do I have clients ask me to dominate them. Those clients are specifically reserved for other Maids. Mistress made it clear a long time ago that I was meant to take it, not dish it out. 

“Oh noes!!” said the client. “Pwease don’t hurt me!!”

He sounded like a toddler. It was so weird to see such a stark change in a man so suddenly. I had no idea what to do. So I just decided to channel every dominant personality that walked into this hotel and took advantage of me. 

“I’m afraid I have to! Now...pull down your pants!!” I said, trying to sound stern. 

I’d never seen a man pull of his belt and slacks so fast. He yanked them down to his ankles and turned over on his stomach. I caught a glimpse of his dick already stiffening again. 

“Now...i guess...i’m gonna have to spank you...?” It almost came out as a question. With no file to go from, I had no idea what was okay and what wasn’t. Clients that liked to be dominated apparently had very specific likes/dislikes, needs, and hard no’s. So i had to tread carefully. 

I gave a playful smack on his boxers with my barehand. Not actually wanting to hurt him. 

“Wow that didn‘t even hurt!” He said. I would have felt like I was doing it wrong, but that childlike voice told me he wanted it harder. So I did. I smacked him so hard on the cheeks that my hand burned. 

“Oweweweeeee!” he squealed, wriggling his hips so that he could stimulate his dick on the bed without breaking character. 

Well...if a spanking is what he wanted...i would certainly oblige this little perv...

I yanked down his boxers and started going to town. Smacking each one of his cheeks back and forth. He cried out, but kept his ass in the air, arching his back even, as if begging for more. 

Being a sissy whore who gets used and abused by a lot of strange clientele, you tend to build up some aggression. So it felt nice to take some out on him. I picked up his belt from his pants and snapped it. Feeling the thrill of what an actual dominatrix might feel. 

“This is for cumming too fast you naughty naughty boy!”

I brought the belt down hard across his ass. Causing him to do a genuine squeal. 

The hard part about dominating someone is you never know when they really want you to stop, or keep going. Which is what a safeword in an INFORMATIONAL FILE is helpful for! But no...i didn’t get one of those. So i just had to hope what i was doing was right. 

After about 10 swats with the belt, he started begging. “Please Mommy!! No more!!” He cried. But still plunged his ass up in the air. 

Did he just call me Mommy? What kind of fucked up household did this guy grow up in??  Oh well...if he wants a spanking from Mommy, that’s what he’ll get!

20 more swats this time. His ass was a dark, nearly blistering red. 

“Aghhh! Please Mommy! No more! I’ve learned my lesson! I pwomise!!” he turned over, hiding his crimson bottom, his 8 inch rod standing straight up, as he plopped his thumb in his mouth and started sucking it. 

That’s when it hit me: this guy was one of those. Being chastised for having a small dick and cumming too fast was a characteristic trait for someone who liked to be punished: with diapers. 

“Awww! Well i’m not done with you yet!! I think your wittle pee pee needs to go in a diapy!!” I said, trying to sound motherly. I was in uncharted waters here. I had no idea if what I was doing was correct. But i just had to roll with it and hope for the best. 

Sure enough, his dick stood up even higher at my words. 

“No Mommy!! NOOO!!” He said with his mouth. But he was practically screaming ‘yes’ with the rest of his body. 

“Yes...i think we need to get you in diapers before somewon has another wittle accident!” I said. Really I was the one wetting my panties as his goo leaked from my asshole. But i saved face. Going over to my cart to grab some supplies. 

I sifted through the dildos, straps, chains, and spanking devices. Going down to the cleaning product section. Had I of known I had an ABDL on my hands I would have brought a pack of disposable diapers. But MY FUCKING FILE was useless!

I decided I was going to have to make due with a towel and some safety pins. 

He didn’t really seem to mind when I brought it back and held it up for him. Just continued to suck his thumb and wriggle playfully. It really was like taking care of a baby all of a sudden. 

He lifted up his bottom and allowed me to slide the white towel underneath. I didn’t really know how to fold it properly, and his dick was so large and hard that it wasn’t helping matters, so it took me a couple of attempts to get it folded and pinned satisfactorily. 

“There we go wittle baby!” I said...feeling very weird about this while thing. 

But it just kept getting weirder. Almost immediately after the diaper was on, I heard a faint trickling sound. Sure enough, the front of  his diaper started turning yellow and heavy. The old fuck was peeing already!

”Awwww!! Did the wittle baby wet his diapurr?!” I said, trying to sound motherly and not so disgusted. But the disgusting part came a couple minutes later when his diaper started sagging in the back, and a rancid smell filled the air. 

“Awwww! Poo poo too?!” I said, trying not to gag, but i couldn’t help it. It smelled so bad my eyes were watering. “Does the wittle baby want his diaper changed??” I had to get rid of that smell. 

But instead he shook his head. Holding out his hands and making a twisting motion at my breasts. “Hungy! Hungy!” he said. Sounding like an infant. 

What the hell? This sick fuck wants to stay in his nasty diaper while he sucks my tits? Jesus what a strange client, no wonder he didn’t have a file. But I needed a good review, so i had to put up with it. 

“Awww! Is the wittle baby hungry?!“ i said, sitting on the bed next to him, the smell turning up my nose. He moved over so his head was near my lap as i pulled out one if my fake boobs. 

Though they looked very real, they were only slightly functional. All of the hormones i’d been taking caused them to leak at times, but not nearly enough to satisfy an infant, much less a full grown man. 

He didn’t seem to care though, just was happy to suck on them. His teeth dug into my nipples as he sucked and slurped on them painfully. I tried to stroke his head and ’comfort‘ him as much as possible to distract myself from the pain and the stench. 

After about 15 minutes of me breastfeeding a 50 year old, I looked down at his diaper and saw his penis poking inside the soggy mess. I figured if i could make him cum again this would all be over. 

“Awww! Look at the baby’s wittle pee pee getting all excited!!” I said, reaching down and rubbing it from the outside of his soggy diaper. He began to spasm at my touch, trembling in the way a man would when they were having the most mindblowing orgasm of their life. 

“Oopsie! Looks like someone made a number three in their diapy!!” I giggled. 

He didn’t seem amused. It was like a switch flipped again. 

“You can change my diaper now.“ he said pointedly. Using his stern grown up voice again. 

I was a little taken aback. I just gave this guy what had to be his ultimate fantasy and best orgasm of his life. Why did he seem mad?

He laid back on the bed as I got up, allowing me to unpin his diaper. I pulled it open to find it full of piss and poo. His cock covered in cum and still oozing. 

“Suck it.“ he said. 

“I’m sorry?” I asked. 

“You heard me. I said ‘suck it’!” The creepy look was back. 

You‘ve GOT to be kidding me!! I thought. The smell was unbearable, and everything inside that open diaper looked disgusting. I didn’t want to be anywhere near it. But then again...I needed a good review to keep my average up. 

Reluctantly, I tied my hair back into a tight ponytail, not wanting any of it to get caught in the mess. Then gulped as I bent at the waist, keeping my legs straight and using my hand to lift his slimy, limp cock up so that I could take it in my mouth. 

Luckily, most of the poo was contained under his balls, so none was on his cock. But it wasn’t exactly pleasant to be so close to another man’s feces. His dick tasted like stale piss with a creamy coating of jizz. 

Eventually he started stiffening in my mouth. I tried to avoid taking him too deep, as it brought me closer to the mess, but he decided to grab me by the head and force me down on it. I gagged from it sliding down my esophagus and bringing me centimeters from the poo. In my struggles, my chin grazed some. Making a brown streak across it. I wanted to throw up. 

It was hard making a man cum for a third time. So of course the blowjob lasted almost 30 minutes before he finally shot his load down my throat. Luckily it wasn’t much for me to swallow. 

I caught my breath as I cleaned him up. After I got the dirty diaper off of him I rolled it up and took it to my waste bin on the cart. I would not be washing it. I wanted it completely thrown away. I took the chance in the hallway to wipe my face of his poo. 

By the time I got back into the room he already had his pants on. He walked right by me, not even acknowledging me as he made his way to the door.

”Are you satisfied with your service, sir?” I called after him. 

He stopped at the door. “Yes.” He said, opening it and stepping out. ”Very much so.” and the door slammed shut.

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End of Chapter 1. Stay tuned for more!