Sharda: maid to serve

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Sharda: maid to serve

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This story has not much bondage in it. But it is based on real facts.


In her application letter for the job of hotel maid in a posh 5-star hotel my wife wrote she was “subservient” and “willing to learn”. The interview took only a few minutes. “You can leave your hand bag in the office. Pick up a uniform, I will send you to one of the other maids for instruction. If you work is satisfactory you will get a contract. In the mean while I will make a photocopy of your passport.” Less than twenty minutes later she was cleaning her first room.
She had to purchase light gray pantyhose and black shoes. No jewelry was permitted (except her wedding ring, and as being Indian she was allowed to keep her nose stud) and only light make up. Her mobile phone should be switched off and left in her locker.

She showed me her uniform and badge. No name or number. Only the name of the hotel. Once in the uniform she was ‘just’ one of the maids. “Your pride lies in your work”. I am sure she learned to like that kind of attitude. Indeed, the job proved excellent to remove all her unjustified pride. They called her “Sweety”. After the subtle humiliations in the first days she accepted her punishments for being lazy or doing sloppy work. Not only the floor managers teached her to work properly. A hotel guest humiliated her in front of his girlfriend because in his opinion the bathroom has not been cleaned properly. The girl kept a close watch when my wife cleaned the room for a second time.
She told me every day how many used condoms she found in the rooms.
One day she found a dildo in the bath room and a sticky note “Please clean!”.
She learned to be humble.

But she liked the tipping. That was the thing she liked best.

One day a hotel guest asked my wife if he could unbutton her dress because he would like to tip her directly into her bra. She just stayed there, feeling humiliated looking at the floor. However, she did gather the courage and politely refused the offer of a good tip. When she mentioned it to another maid, the other maid advised her:
“If you report it, you will lose your job. If you cannot avoid it, try to make the best out of it.” “And, Sweety, don’t forget, always ask them to use the condom.” She said it with a big smile.

Two days later my wife noticed this maid going into a hotel room and locking the door behind. My wife knew the male hotel guest was still in the room. After 15 minutes, my wife saw her colleague, the other maid, coming out of the hotel room with a big smile on her face and trying to adjust her clothing and her hairs. She gave my wife a wink. My wife knew the other maid had just made the “best of it”. She felt jealous knowing she could have earned that tip much easily.

***

That morning was quite cold and my wife dressed up in her long grey coat. It was warm and comfortable. An expensive birth day gift. A coat an ordinary hotel maid simply could not afford.
“Mmm, very posh coat Sweety. Second hand?”
”I do this job not for money, but for pleasure” she replied the floor manager. The lady laughed. “Sweety, I suspect you are a true masochist”. She stroked her hair. “Do you like to clean the VIP suites? And take care to do it properly. I don’t want any complaints, you know.”

She knew the guy would leave the next day. It was a pity. He always left a good tip. He was sitting in the easy chair, watching the sea, enjoying a vodka.
She tried to ignore a pair of handcuffs and a black sleeping mask on the writing desk while cleaning.

He gave her a five dollar tip.
“Do you fancy to earn some extra money?”
“Sir?”
She noticed the hard cock in his pants.
“He needs some cleaning”.
“Uh, I see”.
The guy noticed the eyes of the maid, still focused on his crotch.
“Never done it before?”
“No”, my wife whispered.
“I see, you are a new one. Don’t worry”.
My wife wanted to leave the room.
“Where are you going?”
“I am going to lock the door”
“No need to do so. You are the only maid on this floor. We won’t be disturbed. Just kneel down in front of me, put your hands on your back, close your eyes and open your mouth”.
She went on her knees.
“Hands on your back, close your eyes and open your mouth”.
She obeyed.
He rose from his chair and walked to the desk.
“Do you mind if I tie your hands and blindfold you?”
He started to put her in handcuffs before she could reply. She felt the cold metal against her skin. Two clicks.
“It’s, it’s.. ok” she whispered.
He pulled the mask over her eyes.
Her hands tied on her back, blindfolded, she was on her knees. He was in control now. Very much in contol. Her pussy was wet. She was ready for it.
She heard how he opened his pants, she smelled his excitement.
“If you do a good job, I will pay you even more”
Now she realized she had forgot to ask for “the condom”. It was too late. His hard cock was deep in her mouth. Because she kept passive, he started to face fuck her. “Suck it, girl. Work, you must work hard.” Led by his strong hands she started to move her head. Sooner than she expected the climax. Warm fluid shot straight in her throat. In order to keep her uniform clean she had to swallow everything. Now she started to suck. To get every drop out of his cock. She could not afford to leave any traces of sperm on her dress, the chair or the floor.

He pushed four ten Dollar notes in the pocket of her apron. “Thank you, Sir”, she said and quickly left the suite, pushing her trolley.

The next VIP suite was unoccupied. Sweety rinsed her mouth several times. She looked in the mirror. She rearranged her hair and uniform. No traces of sperm. Everything looked normal. Nearly normal, because she was looking at a maid who had just sucked a hotel guests cock. She tried to forget his seed now travelling down her gullet.

Had she been used? No, he had paid her.
Was she a prostitute? No, she never offered him her services.
She was just the good hard working maid who will run that extra mile for the hotel

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