Made to Service
By Hers2Control@yahoo.com
The Maid makes him the Made

During the course of my work I travel a lot, an average of 3-4 nights per
week. When at home, my house is kept rather neat ? partly because I am a
fairly neat person, but mostly because my wife insists it be so. She is a
demanding person and I have discovered over time to obey her wishes (that?s
another story for another time). However while at the hotel when I travel, I
can sometimes let things get out of hand ? leaving underwear on the floor,
spewing trash, leaving drink glasses out, etc. Out of respect for the
housekeepers I usually leave a tip in the $5/night range to compensate for my
messiness.

Typically ?maids? do not enter a room when the guest is present, and typically
I leave a Do Not Disturb sign on the door, so I have very little contact with
them. However on this particular occasion while on a trip to Atlanta, I forgot
to leave the sign out and having a light schedule, woke up later than normal.
I was sitting around the room in my jockeys and t-shirt when the door to my
room opened. Both the maid and I were startled to see each other. She was
Hispanic and tall (about 5?8?) at least by my standards (I am 5?6?). My first
reaction was offense to her intrusion, but when she looked down into my eyes,
I kinda melted I guess. She offered to come back later but I suggested she
just exchange the used towels with a fresh set. I could tell she was a little
uneasy with me in the room but she grabbed some towels and went into the
bathroom. I didn?t have a direct view of the room but saw a glimpse of her in
the mirror looking around at the mess. I heard an exclamation in Spanish I
didn?t quite understand, but took it to be mild disgust. What happened next
took me by total surprise.

She walked out of the bathroom without the dirty towels, went to the outside
door into the hall, pushed her cart inside the room, and closed the door. I
was still sitting on the couch in front of the TV when she came up, towered
over me with her hands on her hips, and said with a strong Spanish accent,
?How is it you men think you can just leave the room a mess and expect us to
clean up after you? Do you treat your home this way? I?ve had it and now it?s
your turn!? I must have had quite an expression of confusion on my face, and
as I started to stand up, she shoved me back down. She pointed her finger in
my face and said ?I mean it, you clean up after yourself. You can use my
supplies. Now get to it! I can force you to if necessary you know!? She let me
stand up this time and I started for the door, not sure where I was going,
perhaps down to the desk to get the manager. Before I could reach the door she
grabbed my shoulders, spun me around to face her, and took my hands. Bending
back my wrists she forced me to my knees. Looking down on me she once again
told me to ?get to it?. She said that she was going to sit on the couch and
that if I needed her I could refer to her as Miss Maria. She let go of my
hands, grabbed my by the hair, lifted her skirt (a gray and white uniform) and
told me in no uncertain terms to show my obedience and kiss her pussy (thin
cotton white panties remained on). I had no choice and did as she commanded.

Then the cleaning began. She sat on the couch, crossed her legs, turned on a
Hispanic channel, and then motioned for me to get started. It was difficult to
understand her thick accent, but we communicated with actions and words. First
she had me pick up the trash, put it in a bag and throw it away; then pick up
my clothes off the floor and put back into my suitcase. Next I had to replace
the glasses, towels, etc. Of course fixing the bed was part of the task.
Lastly I had to clean the bathroom, including the shower and toilet. She also
handed me the vacuum so I did that throughout. Lastly I had to put everything
back in place and tidy up by wiping any smudges off the mirrors, window, wall
pictures, etc. Throughout the process she would get up periodically and
inspect my progress, handed me certain cleaning materials, making me re-do
some things that she was not satisfied with. One thing was especially
demeaning ? she pushed my head down to see the pee stains on the toilet rim
and floor and made me wipe them clean to perfection. I needed help on how to
fix the bed so she gave me verbal instructions, but did not lift a finger to
help in anyway.

When I finished she grabbed my left wrist tightly with her right hand and
walked me around the room inspecting every inch. Occasionally she would point
out a deficiency and make me correct it. When all was said and done she took
me to the couch and stood over me once again. She said, ?Now do you understand
my job? Do you see what I go through? By the way, it is customary to tip your
housekeeper ? get your billfold.? When I did so she told me to open it and
took out a twenty dollar bill and put it in her side pocket. She said, ?I see
that you?re staying here two more nights. I will stop by your room first thing
both mornings and I expect to see everything fully cleaned.? She handed me two
envelopes and told me to be sure to leave a tip each day. She then opened the
door and told me to push out the cart.

As I was in the hallway I saw another maid (Hispanic also ? this one shorter)
glance our way. She had a knowing expression on her face and the two smiled at
each other. As I left my room later they had apparently just finished for the
day and were getting on the elevator. The three of us rode down together and
my housekeeper, or should I say Miss Maria introduced me to her co-worker,
?Miss Juanita?. They giggled and looked me directly in the eye and said, ?See
you tomorrow?.

PS - The third morning I overslept and had not cleaned the room yet when Miss
Maria let herself in. She was not pleased ??.. (to be continued).