Made to Service - the sequel
By Hers2Control@yahoo.com
When the room was not made, the maid was not pleased...


This was my third morning at the Atlanta hotel, the day I was scheduled 
to check out.  Two days ago the maid forced me to clean my own room, 
while she relaxed on the couch watching a Hispanic TV channel.  Upon 
her departure that day, she tipped herself $20 from my billfold and 
instructed me to clean the room each morning and that she would check 
on me first thing each day.  The second morning I got up early, cleaned 
my room to perfection, left her the expected $20 tip, and took off to 
work.  When I returned that evening everything must have been to her 
satisfaction because the only difference I noticed from the time I left 
was the missing $20 bill.

The third morning however was a different story completely from either 
the first day or the day before.  The previous night I had been out 
partying and got in quite late, the result of which was that I 
overslept.  I was in bed half asleep when at 8:30am Miss Maria let 
herself in.  The room was a mess from my shower the evening before and 
my activities later on.  This time she wasted no time.  I opened my 
eyes to find her staring down on me lying on the bed.  She took my arm 
and yanked my naked body up.  While holding my left wrist with her left 
hand she slapped me firmly across the face with her right hand.  My 
cheek reddened (in more ways than one) and I knew better than to 
attempt retaliation.  She sensed my submission and took full control.  
She ordered me to stay put while she ran outside and returned with a 
large leather bag.  I could tell she had no good in mind so I tried to 
leave ? big mistake!  She slapped me again and again, grabbed my neck 
in a half nelson and forced me on my back to the carpet.  Then she 
straddled me and put me into a school girl pin holding both arms firmly 
to the ground.  This Hispanic 5?8? housekeeper was very strong as 
evidenced by her baseball-like biceps and cut legs.  Now she began to 
taunt me with words like: ?I guess the tables have turned, huh little 
?maid?? Who is the ?made? now?  ?Tell me who is in control?.  I 
answered her with a whisper but that didn?t seem to quite please her as 
she slapped me once again.  This time I answered her questions aloud 
looking directly into her eyes.  Next she pulled me up off the ground 
grabbed me around the neck from behind and positioned me in front of 
the full-length mirror where she and I had a full view of her 
domination.  She smiled and asked if I was a full-service ?made?.  She 
turned me around and ordered me to my knees.  She slipped off her 
panties and told me to put them on ?to cover my hard-on and to complete 
my servitude?.  Then she lifted her uniform skirt, pointed to her 
pussy, and motioned me to service her.  I did so for a full five 
minutes.  She then turned around and ordered me to kiss her Hispanic 
ass.  I did so with a combination of humiliation and pleasure.

Now covered with her scents and dressed only in her panties, my 
cleaning tasks began once again.  This time however she would not let 
me off my knees except for those situations in which it was necessary 
for me to reach high in order to do a thorough cleaning.  While I was 
doing my job she turned up the radio to a high volume and moved to the 
Hispanic music while following me around and correcting each minor 
omission.  Remember I was on my hands and knees most of the time while 
this 5?8?, long-muscular legged, panty-less goddess stood over me ? you 
can imagine the occasional glimpses.  She didn?t seem to mind.  In fact 
I would speculate that some of the glimpses were intentional, because 
each time she would look down to me with a coy grin of domination.

Well the cleaning session finally ended; my knees red and sore, and her 
scents now compounded with various cleaning fluids.  She ordered me on 
my feet, walked me to the window where I imagined anyone looking in 
could see my dilemma (probably not due to tinted windows), while she 
got out the mysterious leather bag.  She pulled out a couple of leather 
belts, grabbed my wrists, and wrapped the straps firmly.  I tried 
resisting but she was simply too strong.  In fact she was actually 
smiling at me while I was exerting all of my strength to break free.  
She pushed me onto the newly-made bed and tied my arms to the bedposts.  
Next out of her bag came a strap-on!  This was something I had never 
experienced and only read about.  I was scared and began to whimper.  
She had no sympathy as she slowly put on the dildo and then straddled 
me.  She worked her way up to my head and ordered me to suck it so ?it 
would be moist and not hurt my virgin ass too badly?.  Then she handed 
me a tube of KY and instructed me to lube my ass.  When I hesitated she 
slapped me HARD and I complied without delay.  Now she slid down toward 
my legs, grabbed me behind the knees, and pulled them up to my chest.  
Then the rape commenced and continued until I was left totally under 
her dominance and completely limp, and in a state of shock.  It wasn?t 
too painful due to her preparations, but it was most humiliating.  When 
she got up she left me tied and went to the bathroom to freshen up and 
put on a fresh pair of panties.  

She reached into my billfold on the nightstand and took out all of the 
cash ? about $80.  Before leaving she thanked me for the tip once 
again, untied me, gently kissed my forehead, and calmly told me to make 
sure the room was totally re-cleaned before I checked out ? she would 
come back to inspect later.

Two hours later as I was headed down the hallway to the elevator, I 
passed a uniformed employee with the title ?Supervisor? sewed onto her 
blouse.  As we passed she called back and asked if I was checking out 
of room #955. She explained that she was the Housekeeping Supervisor 
and that ?Miss Maria? had told her of my generous tips.  In 
appreciation she handed me a voucher for two free nights at the hotel.  
I didn?t know quite what to say.  I was grateful but also afraid to 
return.  Red-faced, I turned to leave, and as I did so she patted me on 
my butt and said, ?See you next time, I trust you enjoyed your stay.  
When you check in next time just tell them Miss Luciana referred you?, 
and winked.