I had to laugh at sissy one when he came staggering out of the elevator. His hair was disheveled and he was naked. Jan and Jen laughed uproarously. "What the hell happened to you, buddy?" He winced then said the couple on the third floor wanted to see me. He looked dead serious so I didn't ask him why; I headed straight for the elevator. When I knocked on the only door on the third floor, I heard a man's voice. "Get your ass in here!" Obeying the terse command, I came face to face with a man who easily was a foot taller than me. There was a gorgeous lady standing next to him who was clad in black latex from her neck to her ankles. "Are you the manager, Toots?" the man asked. "Yes sir." He looked me up and down and snickered. "I hope you are better than the last sissy," the woman snarled. I looked puzzled. The man glared at me. "She didn't know the importance of hospitality over duty!" the man said. "I'm really sorry if sissy didn't please you, " I said seriously. "But she made up for it," the woman laughed. "That's good," I smiled.
"Do you think you can do any better?" the woman who was also taller than me, asked with a sarcastic snicker. "This slut is making my dick hard," the man muttered as they each walked around me, judging with their eyes. "I must say, she is rather attractive," the woman said as she reached for my breasts and fondled them while squeezing tight. "I want to see what's under here," the man said as he grabbed my ass through the fabric of my light blue dress. The man looked at his watch. "You have exactly thirty seconds to be naked and on your knees!" The hardest part was getting the bra unhooked, but I accomplished the task.
"This sissy-slave is very compliant," the woman complimented. Swiftly, my wrists were cuffed behind my back and a collar and a leash were put on. The woman led me on my hands and knees, while the man smacked me on the butt. "He looks strange with no balls hanging back here." The woman laughed. "I wonder why his Domme left his cock attached? So we could torture it, I guess." They led me into another part of the suite, which had bdsm equipment all over the room. The woman stopped under two hanging chains. "Stand up!" the man ordered. They bent me over from the waist, so that I was in a 90 degree angle. My bound wrists were hooked to one of the hanging chains, so my arms were forced upward in an awkward position behind my back. A spreader bar forced my ankles three feet apart. I then felt their hands all over my body, pinching my nipples, squeezing my cock and fingering my asshole. I was then blindfolded.
Unseeing, I felt a metal object touching my right nipple. I yelped when I felt the tight squeeze. Some sort of clamp. The pressure increased and I screamed in excruciating pain. "Fuck, I'm getting wet!" the woman exclaimed. "Making men squirm is my favorite thing." Mercifully, the pressure stopped, but continued on my left nipple. More screaming. Finally. it stopped and I thought they were finished. Wrong. I felt a hand holding my cock, then the clamp was applied to the head. I am sure my boisterous screams could be heard all over the hotel. Tears were streaming down my face.
Finally, they relented and released my wrists. When my knees hit the floor, I bent over in an effort to relieve the searing ache in my nipples and cock. Giving me sufficient time to recover, they forced me to orally satisfy both of them. The woman used my panties to wipe the pussy juice and cum off my face. They both leered at me while I did a reverse striptease while putting my girly clothes back on. Then they both smiled at me and said I had indeed satisfied them.
Before leaving, the man threw some clothes at me. "Take these back to other sissy."