I recently saw that Sissy Maid Kelly May Phillips, updated her Website http://hometown.aol.com/sissymaidkelly/ with a lovely set of pictures of her in her uniforms being a hotel maid. I found her pictures inspirational, so much so, they inspired me to write a story about a T girl being 'trapped' into being a chambermaid at a motel.

I hope you enjoy!

Crystal's note: A response by sissy maid Kelly appears following the story.

 

Vacation Week

by

Karen Anne Summerfield

© April 2005

 

"Karen?" Dara asked. She got her husband's attention by using his femme name. It was Friday evening and they each had the following week plus the next holiday weekend off for vacation. They'd not made plans to do anything special during their free time. That is, together they'd planned nothing.

"Yes, Dara." Ken can change his voice to a very passable feminine one and had.

"Would you be willing to spend the next ten days as Karen, full time, 24/7?"

"Are you kidding? Is the Pope German? Of course I would; you know that."

"Would you trust me to put you in a situation you'd have a rather difficult time getting out of?"

He chuckled, "What did you do, rent a dungeon for a week?"

"No, nothing like that ... maybe next time," she quipped.

"You've always said that you hate scripting before we play a scene and I do too. I've thought of something better then whips and chains for you. I want most of it to be a complete surprise.

"What I will tell you is only this – you'd be Karen 24/7 from tomorrow until a week from Monday evening. You'd have plenty of time in public and I think I've set it up in such a way that it will be very difficult for you to call it off."

"I'm not clear on that, Dara?"

"Just that you'll be in makeup and dresses the entire time. You'll be among people, complete strangers mostly, and have to interact with them. There would be almost no possibility of hiding."

The scene Dara outlined had definite possibilities of being a very enjoyable one for Karen. "Sure, I'll give it a try."

"Good girl," Dara grinned.

"Go upstairs and shampoo your hair then change for bed. I'll set your hair and fix you up."

"Fix me up... You didn't mention anything about being in a chastity belt for this."

"No, I guess I didn't, but that's part of the deal. Are you still willing to play?"

"I guess."

Despite working in his male persona full time, Ken's employer had no problems with his shoulder length, nearly black hair and three earrings in his pierced ears.

"What's with the scissors?" Karen questioned when she saw Dara setting up to do her hair. "I thought all you were going to do was set my hair."

"It needs a trim. Besides that, I want you to have a new style that's easier for you to care for by yourself. Everything is off if all you are going to do is question everything and balk."

Being a beautician, Dara cut Karen's hair into the style she desired and set it with permanent solution then covered it with a net. While she'd worked on the hair, her partner gave herself a manicure and painted her shaped fingernails bright red.

"Time for your belt. Go get the ice," Dara ordered.

Since they had bought the German chastity, they played that sex came after she'd been locked up for the prescribed time, not before. This schedule made sex better for both of them though keeping Karen frustrated constantly.

The bag of ice did its intended job so that Dara could apply the belt easily after a few minutes. "There all locked up."

*****

In the morning, Karen removed all her body hair, shampooed and conditioned her hair. As she finished her toilette, she began to look forward to the game and wondered just what the details were. 'How is she going to, "Put me in a situation I'll have a difficult time getting out of"?' she questioned.

The clothes Dara wanted her to wear were laid out on their bed when she emerged from the bathroom. A corset was expected; when Karen dressed up, she seldom was without one and much of the clothes in her wardrobe wouldn't fit unless her waist was at least five inches less than without it.

The white bra held her D cup silicone forms and semi-opaque white stockings sheathed her legs. She put on a white nylon, full slip before she sat to do her makeup.

"Good morning," Dara set down a tray with orange juice, buttered muffin and tea on the vanity. "Eat while I finish with your hair.

"How should I do my makeup for today, Dara?"

"I'm not going to give you any suggestions. Do it in any manner you like, that you think looks good and you are comfortable with." For what she had planned, Dara would have suggested minimal makeup and not the rather bold red lipstick, black eyeliner and heavy application of mascara along with the dark eye shadows and blush that Karen used, but Dara didn't want to give any hints. Soon enough, Karen would realize her mistake.

"You gave me a Bob?" she questioned as the style took shape. She became concerned about dealing with the very full bangs and hair no longer long enough to cover her earrings when she returned to work. It was too late to put it back and there was no point worrying about it then.

"I told you I want you to have a style that's much easier for you to manage by yourself.

"I think it looks really good on you. Don't you?"

"Yes," she reluctantly agreed.

"Finish dressing then put on some jewelry and your watch, I'd like to leave by nine."

"I still need to pack, Dara."

"No, I did that for you before going to the salon this week and the bags are in my car."

Karen found some of her jewelry missing along with dresses, skirts, tops and footwear when she checked her closet. She was quite pleased with the selections Dara apparently had made for the coming week from among her more attractive things.

The dress that had been on the bed was a mostly pink floral print shirtwaist with voile, balloon-style, long sleeves and knee-length hem. Karen stepped into the four-inch, white pumps with blade heels then fastened the straps across the vamps. Pearl stud earrings, a single strand, fake pearl necklace and silver-tone watch along with just one sterling ring on each hand were enough.

She checked the contents of the white handbag Dara had prepared and added the makeup she'd used that morning then went downstairs with the breakfast tray.

"Rinse your dishes and I'll be ready," Dara stated.

They locked the house and walked into the garage. "You look very attractive this morning, Karen. Get in."

"Thank you." She gave a little curtsey and sat on the passenger side of Dara's Z3 convertible. Soon, the car backed out onto the drive and the remote closed and locked the door.

"I want as much of this to be a complete surprise for you and I think you would too."

"Yes please?"

"Just trust me that I've planned nothing bad for you and scene is completely vanilla and straight. OK?"

"OK, I'm game," Karen smiled.

"Put these on and don't take them off, please?" Dara offered a pair of stylish, wrap around sunglasses. As she put them on, Karen laughed.

"You just said 'nilla. I can't see a thing."

"Right. Now don't take them off until I tell you too." She put the car in first then eased the clutch.

"You may talk, just don't ask about what's planned, where we are or where we're going, it's going to be about two hours before we get there.

As she drove, Dara removed the cell phone and key ring from Karen's purse then took all the folding money, credit cards and ID from her wallet and put it back in the purse.

*****

"We're almost there. You may remove the glasses and put them in the glove compartment. Take a few minutes to freshen your makeup.

They were on the outskirts of a city Karen didn't recognize and they passed no signs to provide any clues before Dara turned into the lot of a mid-sized motel and stopped in front of the entrance.

"Here we are, take your bag and go in, I want to fill the tank," she instructed. Karen got out and removed her luggage from behind the seat.

"Ask for Nancy Morris, she's expecting you, Karen. No questions. Just do as I told you and I'll see you later."

Reluctantly, she closed the door and watched Dara turn around and exit onto the highway.

"Good morning. Welcome to Alpine Motor Lodge, Ms," the young female greeted.

"Good morning, I'm Karen Summers. I'd like to see Nancy Morris, please?"

The clerk picked up her phone, "Nancy, a Karen Summers is here to see you..."

"Certainly." She replaced the phone.

"Down the hall, second door on the right."

"Thank you."

The plaque outside the office identified Nancy Morris as the General Manager. Karen knocked on the open door.

The blonde behind the cluttered desk smiled, "Hi, Karen. Come in and close the door please?" Nancy stood and offered her hand. "Nancy Morris.

"Karen Summers."

"Put your bag by the door and have a seat please?" Karen smoothed her dress under and sat.

"You are quite attractive, Karen."

"Thank you."

"Let me get straight to why you are here without all the preliminaries. Dara told you are a CD and a one hundred present passable one. Now that I've met you, I completely agree." Karen started to fidget and wrinkled her lips. 'Why did Dara have to tell a complete stranger?'

"With that fact out of the way, I'm the only one here who knows and if anyone else finds out, that will be your own fault, not mine.

"Dara arranged for you to enjoy a week of fantasy fulfillment and I do hope you enjoy your stay."

"Exactly what is it that I'm supposed to be doing, Mrs. Morris?"

"Just Nancy. Dara arranged for you to be a maid and a waitress here. At this time of year our occupancy rate averages about fifty percent. There are just fifty units.

"Our regular maid does not have any paid vacation, you'll take her place and I've given her the wages she'd normally earn while you work in her stead.

"With me so far?" Karen's mind was in turmoil. Yes, being a maid was one of her fantasies and she did the chores at home. Her chastity belt reminded immediately that she was wearing it.

"Yes, Nancy."

"Good. Maria can make up thirty guests rooms, clean the lobby, halls and offices in about six hours. I'll expect you'll be able to do it too, but I'll not put a stopwatch on you. You'll also be required to do the laundry. For her that means about a nine hour day doing chores. I'll expect you to complete them regardless of how long you work." Though not actually in a femme/domme situation, Karen's chastity worked exactly as intended.

"The waitressing is entirely voluntary. We have a small dining room, but it's never that busy. I'd suggest you give it at least a try tonight as you'll not start doing chores until tomorrow morning."

"Any problems with anything I've told you, Karen?"

"Not yet, Nancy."

The manager offered a key and a printed card. "That's a coupon for lunch. The key fits your room. I'd like you to put your bag in your room; it's next to the laundry in basement. The stairs are at the end of the corridor next to the elevator.

"Have a nice lunch then go down to your room and put on the pink uniform you'll find there before reporting back here.

"We'll go over details and fill out paperwork then.

"Enjoy your lunch, Karen." The new maid was dismissed.

In a mild state of shock, Karen found her way to the room next to the laundry. It was windowless and furnished with a bed, desk, dresser and one chair. There was a small TV, but no telephone.

She used the bathroom then took a few minutes to look through the uniforms hanging on the closet rod. There were two identical pink ones and two in black that matched. The fifth uniform was a frilly French maid style. Karen put it back then walked up and found her way to the dining room.

She had just ordered when Dara entered with Nancy and sat on the other side of the room where Dara had a good view of Karen. She offered no sign of recognition.

After lunch, the new maid went to her room to unpack her luggage and change. She chuckled upon discovering that the only things Dara had packed were her makeup, cheap costume jewelry, another corset, two bras, two cotton baby dolls, another slip, assorted stockings and two pair of shoes. The black leather ones were identical to the white ones she was wearing and the black patent pair had five-inch spike heels and ankle straps. Personal care items, her hairdryer and laptop with its accessories filled the rest of the case.

After putting everything away, Karen removed her dress and put on one of the pink ones. The A-line skirt reached to four inches below her knees. Closing the back zipper she discovered the bodice would require her to be just as tightly corseted as she was then. Standing before the mirror, she adjusted the white V neck collar and cuffs on the short sleeves.

Her apron was a pink gingham one with a bib-front and a plain white border. Karen crossed the shoulder straps and tied a neat bow in back. There was a headpiece of pink gingham and white ruffled edging on the shelf, which she put on.

Nancy smiled and invited her in when she knocked. "No, leave the door open," she stopped her from closing it.

"Turn around ... let me see... You look very nice. Sit."

The manager handed her a completed application. "Take a minute to read that then sign it if it's OK?" It was one of the simple one page forms from a stationary store. Karen didn't recognize the writing.

But for her work history and education stopping without earning her high school diploma, most of the information was correct. Dara Larson (her maiden name) was listed as a reference and her address was the real one. Karen's home address and her sex were lies. She signed it then the W-4 form that Nancy gave her.

"Very good. Was everything satisfactory in your room?"

"Yes. It will be fine." Nancy handed her an engraved tag that read 'Alpine Motor Lodge, Maid Karen'.

"Pin that on the left strap of your apron just above the bib. Never, and I do mean never, be out of your room not wearing it.

"Come, I want to show you something." Karen followed her to the next room that was filled with CCTV monitors.

"Unless you are completely different from any other T girl that I've ever met or heard of, pictures of yourself mean a lot to you." One of the screens was larger than the others; it displayed Karen and Nancy in the security room.

"We've never had any problem with Maria, but we have prior to her. After one lawsuit, our insurance company made us install this system. As you can see, the picture quality is a hundred times better than standard ones of this sort. Your nametag allows the system to track you at all times and you are being recorded in real time. Not wearing your nametag is cause to fire you, Karen.

"I know we'll have no problem with you, I just wanted to show it to you so you have something to look forward to as you'll take all the DVD's with you when you leave."

"Thank you," Karen curtseyed.

"Very good, let's go back in my office.

"Sit there, next to my desk." Nancy handed her a paper. "That's a list of rules you'll obey. Note number six - 'No socializing with the guests'.

"If spoken to, you will respond politely. Other then to announce your presence, 'Housekeeping, Maid Karen,' you do not initiate conversation of any sort with the guests. You do not even say 'good morning' unless they greet you. You curtsey to them and get on with your job.

The next paper was a schedule, which Nancy explained.

"Unless you've questions, let me give you a tour." They stood and went to the reception desk. Guests were checking in and Nancy waited until they had finished.

"Vicki, this is Karen. Karen will be working as a maid here until next Monday while Maria is away."

"Hi, Karen."

"Hi," Karen curtseyed.

"Every morning, you will obtain a schedule like the one I just showed you and a master key from reception." Vicky handed her the key on a wristband. "Before you begin on the guest rooms, you are to clean all of the public areas, the offices and the lobby. That includes emptying the trash, polishing the furniture, vacuuming the carpets and mopping the floors. You will also clean all the glass in the lobby.

Near the dining room, Nancy told her not to bother there, as the waitresses were responsible. "The restrooms are your responsibility; both of them. They are to be cleaned first thing in the morning, before lunch at eleven thirty, at one thirty and the last thing you do before going off duty at the end of your shift, Karen."

"Which one, Vicky?" Nancy asked the clerk when they returned to the lobby.

"Two seventeen," she answered.

The manager led to the basement and toured the laundry and made sure that Karen understood how to use the washers, dryers and mangle iron. She told Karen to open the supply room with the key on her wrist. "On weekends, Maria has off and I've a couple of high school girls do the cleaning. It's their responsibility and yours to restock the service carts at the end of shift, but I instructed them not to today so I'd have the chance to instruct you." They walked to where the carts were parked.

'First thing is to empty the trash into the bin over there then sort the laundry into the baskets. Towels, washcloths and bath mats go in one and bed linens in the other." She waited until Karen had done so.

"Next, you restock the carts. This is a list of everything each cart is to have at the start of the day," Nancy pointed to the laminated chart mounted on the rack. "You are also responsible for restocking the shelves when supplies are delivered.

"Begin." Karen counted out sheets, pillow cases and bath linens and placed the piles on the shelves of the cart. The top of the cart was filled with cups, paper products, coffee and sundries while side pockets held the cleaning tools and supplies.

"Select a pair of rubber gloves that fit you." Nancy waited until she'd found a pair then took them from the new maid. "Except when wearing these, they are to be worn on the left side of your apron." She folded the yellow pair over her apron string.

"Alright, bring one of the carts and we'll go up to room two seventeen."

"Get a vacuum cleaner from the closet there." Nancy showed her how to place it on the rack at the front of the cart then followed to the room.

"Always knock and announce yourself before you enter a guest room even if you believe it's unoccupied.

"Housekeeping, Maid Karen," she said and waited. She knocked and repeated it then used her key to open the door.

"Always leave the door open when you are cleaning a room with your cart blocking the entrance." She quickly surveyed the condition of the room.

"You are lucky. I was anticipating worse. These guests were neater than most."

A twenty dollar bill was on the phone. "What should I do with the money, Nancy?"

"It was left as a tip for the maid. It doesn't matter that you weren't the maid who did this room during their stay as it all evens out in the long run. What do you think is appropriate, Karen?"

"You didn't say it in so many words, but I got the impression I'm not going to be paid for the week I'm supposed to work here. It's appropriate that I don't keep the other maids' tips either." Karen offered the money to her boss.

Nancy grinned. "I greatly underestimated you. Put it in your pocket for now. In the supply room there are locked boxes with the girls' names on them. Put it in Maria's.

"Get on with showing me that you really do know how to do the job I've hired you for."

Nancy sat and watched quietly as Karen cleaned the bathroom, made up the beds with fresh linens, cleaned all of the furniture then restocked the consumables and finished by vacuuming. She curtseyed when she had. Nancy inspected everything and nodded.

"Put the vacuum away."

As they descended, she said, "Are you going to waitress tonight?"

"Yes, I'd like to please?"

In the lobby she pointed, "Park your cart there."

Nancy walked to the restaurant and greeted the hostess. "Holly, this is Karen." They exchanged pleasantries.

"Karen wants some experience waiting tables, but hasn't done it before. I'd like to give her some experience tonight. Please let the girls know and ask them to help as much as they can.

"Karen, it's not fair for their tips to be diluted because I'm letting you work to get experience."

"Of course, Nancy. Should I give them to the others or to Holly so she can make the distribution?"

"Holly, please?"

"Nancy, there's a problem. I transferred the messages to your phone. Sue and Carol both called out," Holly informed.

"Well Karen, you certainly have your work cut out for you tonight. It will be an initiation under fire for you. Barb doesn't do the bar so you'll get that. Wear the cute uniform in your room.

"Holly, I'll leave it up to you depending on how busy we are, if you want Karen to wait tables in the dining room too. Serving drinks is one thing with no experience, but dinners might be a bit much the first time.

"Handle her as you see fit, Holly." They went back to the lobby.

"Full cleaning," she waved around the room, "including the bathrooms and glass then restock your cart and put it away.

"The clerk at the desk will give you a meal coupon when you turn in your key. Holly will instruct you where to eat.

"The bar opens at four thirty. You have maid duty starting at eight tomorrow, Karen." Without another word, Nancy went to her office.

After checking that the cameras and recorder were functioning properly, she locked up and went home for the rest of the weekend.

Diligently, Karen started to clean, first the ladies' and men's rooms. She worried what she was supposed to do if a guy came in to use it after she entered and no one was there. As it was, she was mopping by the stalls when two men did come it and stepped to the urinals. They just smiled and she returned her eyes to the floor.

Acutely aware that she was in full sight of everyone and wearing a maid's uniform too, she stirred inside her steel panty. These unsatisfied arousals would become regular sensations whenever she was where others could see her working, whether she was aware of their stares or not. Just knowing that she was in public with absolutely no place to hide kept her keyed up.

Karen was cleaning the outside window by the reception desk when a couple checked in. "My husband is recovering from surgery. Is there someone who can bring our luggage up to the room from the car?" the woman asked.

"Karen?" the male clerk called her. "These guests would like their luggage brought up to room two twenty four."

"Our car is the black Cadillac with New York plates over there. Here are the keys," the man pointed.

'It's not in a chambermaid's contract to be a porter too,' she thought, but curtseyed and accepted the keys. Out of ignorance and her inexperience, she didn't think to use one of the luggage carts that were available in the vestibule. Instead she made three trips to carry their luggage up to the guests' room.

"Thank you," the man offered her a dollar. Biting her tongue to not express her opinion of his generosity, Karen accepted the tip, curtseyed and left their room.

It was quarter to four when she returned to her room. Wanting to talk with Dara was when she learned some of the depths of the plan her spouse had set up for this scene. Karen discovered that her cell phone and keys were not in the pocket of her purse. She looked in her wallet and saw that her money, credit cards, driver's license and other ID weren't there either. She did find a note though.

 

'Dear Maid Karen, I don't think you quite believed me when I said that I could put you in a situation you'd have a rather difficult time getting out of. Have you discovered that I probably have?

'I sincerely hope that I have. Enjoy it! You've earned it.

'Love

'Dara'

 

"Yes you have," Karen said aloud and chucked.

She'd no time to dawdle before going on duty again. After getting undressed to just her bra, corset and chastity belt, she redid her makeup then put on her long, black fishnet stockings and patent heels. Taking the abbreviated uniform from its hanger, she was very happy to find a pair of ruffle covered panties pinned to it. Without them, she'd nothing to hide her chastity belt and naked derriere.

"Hi Karen," Holly greeted. "You look great in that uniform.

"Did you eat?"

"No. I'm a bit nervous. Maybe I can catch something later."

"I'm afraid not. They are very strict; either you eat before or after your shift, not during. The kitchen will be closed when you get off at one.

Holly introduced Karen to the bartender, Ted, then she instructed her on how to work the room and handle the orders and money.

"Barb believes she can do the dining room, but if she needs you to carry out orders or otherwise help, do so."

Over the next hour, only three customers came into the bar and they all had sat at the bar. Things started to heat up when a party of four men seated themselves followed by two separate couples. Karen was acutely aware of the men staring at and admiring her. The four guys even flirted and one tried to get a date.

It was an exhausting night and she resented having had to turn over the two hundred twelve dollars in tips that she'd earned to Holly. Passing on the chambermaid tips was one matter; her tips earned as a cocktail waitress were an entirely different set of circumstances, especially since the regular waitresses had call out.

All too early, Karen awakened to prepare for her first full day as a chambermaid. After putting on a fresh pink uniform, she applied greatly subdued makeup and redid her nails to match the only shade of pink that she had available for her lips. Before going up for breakfast, she started two loads of laundry; half of what needed to be washed.

"Hi Karen," Vickie greeted with a nice smile. "Here's the room sheet for this morning and your key.

"Being new, I know Nancy must have gone over this with you, but let me review it so you don't mess up, OK?

"The section at the top, are the guest rooms that have already checked out. You are to make those up first. The next group are those expected to check out today, but you don't do theirs until after they have left or until after noon. Get an updated list after eleven o'clock which is the scheduled checkout time. The third group are those rooms expected to stay at least another night. You can do those anytime after ten.

"You best get started, there's thirty-seven rooms you need to do today and don't forget the laundry."

"May I have a slip for breakfast please? I didn't get to eat last night." Vickie gave her a coupon.

After she'd eaten and before starting on her other chores, Karen placed the linens in the dryers and started another load of laundry then went up to clean the lobby and other public areas.

She was cleaning the glass in the vestibule when Dara entered from the lobby. "Hi," she greeted cheerily. Karen curtseyed.

"I went to some effort to set this up for you. Honest answer, please? Are you having any fun, Karen?"

Karen smiled, "It's a lot of nothing but hard work, ma'am. Yes, I'm enjoying a little of it. Thank you."

"I know the hours you put in yesterday and certainly do not expect that every day. Next Saturday, I would like it if you waitress in the dinning room, for breakfast and lunch then do the bar in the evening again. Nancy has the high school girls on Saturday for the chambermaid stuff.

"See ya," Dara pushed the door open with her case and left the building.

There were thirty-seven rooms on the list she'd been given. Though she'd started cleaning at eight thirty, she didn't complete the list until past nine that night. She did get a quick supper before collapsing in her bed at ten thirty,

Monday, Nancy found her vacuuming the second floor hallway around two. With only fifteen rooms to clean, she had completed them. "Finish here, tend to your cart then come to my office, please?"

"Close my door and sit down," she ordered rather sternly as Karen curtseyed.

"Have I done something wrong, Nancy?" Karen questioned in response to the tone her boss had set.

Her manager stared intently before answering. "Wrong as in misbehaved or not done your work properly? The answer is no. Wrong as in you are not what I expected? Yes.

"A couple of years ago, another friend imposed on me to place her T girl friend into a similar scene as you find yourself in now, Karen, but just for three days and it was mid-week. I fired her before the middle of her first shift. I swore then that I'd never do this again.

"Dara convinced me otherwise. I'm pleased she talked me into this.

"Tell me how it is from your perspective. Please try not to complain? Have we set this up to be real enough for you?"

Karen giggled, "Oh yes, it is quite real, that's a certainty. I was really curious just how Dara could place me in a straight, one hundred percent vanilla situation that I'd find would be very difficult to avoid or get out of. You both have succeeded quite well in accomplishing that, Nancy." The manager smiled and nodded.

"Yes. I too think we did a good job there.

"I'm not going to ask you what you might like to make things better for you or more enjoyable, because even if I could, I'm not going to. Perhaps we can talk about those when this is over.

"You have seven more days doing just what you have been doing and I'm not changing the rules in any way. You've been given a job and I expect that you'll do it. Dara's confided that you enjoy playing DS games. I've no intention of interacting with you in that way and I don't think this time around you'd want me to either.

"But I'm not totally without regard for what would please you either, though you'll have to wait to receive it fully. I've asked my niece, who is an aspiring photographer, to be here for a couple of days and to invite some of her camera club members to spend a day. I've arranged with their advisor to give them a photo essay project, 'A Day in the Life of a Chambermaid'.

"Guess who the model is going to be," Nancy grinned. "In that regard, please sign this?" she slid over a printed form and pen then explained what it said.

"You agree to be their model, for 'compensation received'. That is outlined here. You will be given unedited copies of all pictures that are taken, as well as a full copy of the final presentations each of the girls submits.

"We've light bookings the next few days, so there shouldn't be that many rooms for you to clean. Since you'll not be that busy, I've given them permission to pose you and haven't restricted them to just candid shots.

"They also will be interviewing you, so you can expect lots of questions. You are completely on your own there with the truth or whatever you want to say, but I warn you to be consistent with whatever story you make up."

"May I ask how many are participating in this project and how old these girls are, Nancy?" Karen asked.

"There are just four. If I inferred that they were all female, I apologize. One of them is a guy. The youngest is seventeen and the oldest is twenty, I believe.

"Renee, my niece is nineteen, will be here for dinner tonight at seven to interview you before they start in the morning. Finish your regular chores and get yourself pretty to meet her in the lobby, Karen.

"Oh, sign this first, please?"

"The only dress I had, disappeared before I finished on Saturday," Karen flatly stated.

"Yes," Nancy seemed to ignore the complaint. "You have five uniforms appropriate for what you are, Karen; may I suggest a black one?

"Go finish your chores."

Karen had almost two hours after putting away her cart and returning her key to the front desk, before her 'date'.

She stripped completely then took a long hot shower. She'd have preferred a soaking bath, but her room didn't have a tub.

Clean and hairless again, she did her makeup boldly and fixed her hair before lacing into her black corset then put on one of the long black uniforms. She had debated the cocktail waitress one, but rejected it, though she did don her highest heels over sheer black stockings.

Cubic zirconium studs replaced the pearls in her lobes and she clipped on two sterling herringbone necklaces behind her neck. A dozen silver bangles adorned each of her wrists and she slid on five sterling rings.

Karen took the time to redo her nails in bright red before zipping up the long black dress and tying on its pinafore. Her initial thought was not to wear the white, ruffled lace headpiece, but carefully put it on. Not forgotten was her nametag.

"That's Karen, just entering the restaurant lobby, Renee," Nancy stated as her image entered the screen.

Rene tossed her long black hair, "I didn't expect her in uniform."

"Uniforms are all she has available to wear here," Nancy informed.

"Why's that?" Renee questioned. Nancy only shrugged in response.

"Hi, Holly," the maid greeted the hostess.

"You're late!" Holly returned sharply. "Start time is four thirty; I told you that on Saturday."

"I've been invited for dinner? I'm not on duty."

"If you aren't on duty," she lifted the stack of menus to check the schedule, "then why are you in evening uniform?"

"It's appropriate," was all the maid gave in explanation. Karen moved away to sit and wait.

"Tell me about her, Aunt Nancy?"

"No. Whatever she tells you is what you'll have for your project.

"Here's her model release."

The flash of Renee's camera got Karen's attention. She stood and curtseyed to the slender girl in black turtleneck and leather jeans. Renee took another picture.

"Hi, you must be Maid Karen – Renee Nichols." They shook lightly.

"Hello, Renee," Karen smiled.

"Two, please," Renee asked Holly. They were seated at a corner table and Renee extracted a steno pad from her large shoulder bag.

"Did Mrs. Morris tell you that I'd be interviewing you tonight?"

"Yes, that's fine."

"Let's order first," Renee suggested. After they had, she began with the standard questions, full name, age, etc. Karen recited from the application she's signed.

"How long have you been working as a chambermaid?"

"Four days."

"No, I mean altogether not just here at Alpine Motor Lodge?"

"Four days." Renee wrinkled her brow in question. As she'd waited for the young photographer to arrive, Karen had given some thought regarding how she'd answer the questions.

"If I tell you something about me that I don't think you know, can you promise to keep it secret for a few days; just until you are done with your camera club project? You and your friends can all have a big laugh at me after you're finished using me as your model."

"What could you tell me that causes you to think we're going to laugh at you, Karen?"

"I'm not a GG," Karen said it softly.

"What's that mean, 'GG'?"

"Genetic girl or genuine girl, your choice."

Renee stared in silence for several minutes. "I'm not laughing," she finally stated.

"If I understand, you being here and working as a chambermaid, is a big game for you, Karen?"

"You could think of it that way, yes. Before you ask, your aunt does know. I believe that you are the only other one here that does."

Renee put her pen and pad away. "End of formal interview.

"Now, I'd like to hear about the real you, Karen? Don't tell me anything you'd like to keep secret."

Over dinner and a few cups of coffee, Karen told her story and what she was doing that week. "That's pretty much all of it, unless there's something else you want to know," Karen concluded.

"Fascinating," Renee drained her cup.

"What time do you start your day?"

"I'll get the first loads of laundry started around six thirty." Renee glanced at her watch.

"OK, I'll see you then." They parted in the main lobby and Karen went down to her room for the night.

"Good morning," Renee greeted. Several camera flashes had told the maid she had company, but she didn't acknowledge them until both washing machines were running.

"Hi, Renee," she turned and curtseyed with a smile.

"Karen this is my friend, Amy, and the little pixie over there is Raquel." Blonde Raquel waved.

"Hi, I'm Maid Karen, nice to meet you."

Hearing footsteps they all turned.

"And... late as usual, is Nick Chan.

"Nick, this is our model, Maid Karen," Renee introduced the petite Asian boy.

"Hi, Karen. Sorry I'm late; this isn't my time of day." Nick tossed his waist length hair over his shoulder. "Did I miss much?"

"Just me loading the washers. You'll have another chance to shoot that when I do the second load.

"I go up to the lobby now and get the room list, my key and a coupon for my breakfast." Nick took a few pictures and the group spread out to photograph Karen doing that.

"Good morning, Karen. Eighteen, so far today."

"Hi, Mike. Thanks." She accepted the sheet and other items from the desk clerk.

It took Karen several hours and it was mid-morning before she was mostly able to forget the group accompanying her as she worked.

"Housekeeping, Maid Karen." After waiting half a minute and not hearing a reply, she repeated herself and opened the door. The totally naked woman just inside screamed as she stepped from the bathroom and the flashes illuminated her body. "Oops!" Quickly, Karen closed the door.

She took a moment to recheck her sheet and the room number. The guest checkout time showed seven twenty-three PM the evening before.

Fearing unpleasant repercussions for herself, Karen parked her cart and went straight to Nancy's office. After explaining what had happened and showing her assignment sheet to her, Nancy went to the registration desk and reviewed the records, as well as, checking that both of the room keys were in the box.

The maid followed her manager back to the room. "Unlock the door then get on with your other chores, Karen." Nancy waited, holding the just slightly open door until Karen and the photographers had entered another room.

"Management!" She entered the room without warning.

"Howard! What the hell is going on here?"

"Nancy ... I ... can explain," the frightened night clerk stammered.

"I doubt that! Where the hell is she?" Looking at the bed, Nancy yanked off the covers to expose the crying redhead; she was still naked.

"Who the hell are you?" the angry manager demanded.

"Julie ... Julie Mathers."

"How old are you?"

The young girl was too terrified to lie. "Fifteen."

"You told me you were eighteen!" Howard declared then sank on the bed. "Oh, Jesus."

"That's right, Howard; prayers are about all that are going to save your ass." Nancy lifted the telephone.

"Vickie, Nancy. Call the police. Rape with a minor, room two twelve."

She moved to the door and stood with her arms crossed under her heaving breasts. "I advise both of you to get dressed.

It was only minutes before a siren pierced the morning air, followed by another just seconds later.

"Police, open the door!" a man banged on it and shouted.

Nancy opened the door to see the cop poke his pistol around the frame. "Christ, don't shoot! I surrender!" Howard put his hands up and Julie screamed again.

Howard was quickly handcuffed. The two cops allowed Nancy to help the young girl finish dressing. Seeing her midriff blouse, plaid excuse for a skirt, black fishnets and red 'CFM' pumps, Nancy could guess one of the defense arguments at the trial, 'dressed like that, she asked for it'. Julie was handcuffed too.

They were being read their rights when a sergeant arrived. He sized up the situation and radioed for a female officer.

*****

"Does that happen often, Karen?" Nick asked.

"Fortunately, no, it doesn't." She'd no idea how often it actually did.

"Karen, the police would like to talk with you," Vicki announced while Karen was cleaning a bathroom. Behind her was one of the cops.

"Good morning, Patrolman Weiss," he introduced.

"Good morning, Karen Summers," she stood and curtseyed.

"Is there somewhere private we can talk, Ms?"

"We'll leave until you're finished Karen." Renee ushered her friends out and closed the door.

"Your name?" the cop was poised to write.

"Karen Summers."

"Occupation?"

"Chambermaid."

"The Alpine Motor Lodge is your employer?"

"Yes."

"Address, Karen." She fidgeted then told him the truth along with her real phone number.

"Why, if you live a hundred thirty miles away are you working here as a maid?"

"I ... I hate my other job ... and a friend arranged for me to try this out for a week to see if I like it better."

"Who is your regular employer?"

"Do I have to answer that?"

"Why don't you want to answer?"

"Because I'll probably be fired if they learn what I'm doing while on vacation," Karen reluctantly said.

"OK. Tell me what happened?"

"My assignment sheet showed that the room wasn't occupied and the guests had check out last evening."

"Show me this sheet."

"It's on my cart in the hallway."

"Get it please?"

Karen retrieved her worksheet and handed it to the cop then explained it.

"Go on with what happened."

"I knocked on the door and said, 'Housekeeping, Maid Karen'. There wasn't any answer and we're taught to wait about thirty seconds then do it again. I unlocked the door and the girl was just coming out of the bathroom, completely naked. She screamed and I closed the door.

"I then went to my manager and told her what had happened. I didn't want to get fired. This has never happened to me before.

"Then what?"

"Mrs. Morris checked the front desk records and I followed her back up here. She told me to unlock the door then to get on with my work."

"What happened when she opened the door?"

"I don't now. Mrs. Morris waited until I'd entered the next room on my list before she opened the door, so I didn't see."

"Did you recognize either of the room occupants?"

"I didn't see the guy until you took him out in cuffs. His name is Howard, but I don't know his last name. He's a night clerk."

"The girl?"

"No, I didn't see her face when I opened the door. I only saw her from the back before they went to the elevator. Other than she's skinny and a redhead, all I can tell you is what she was wearing when she was being escorted out."

"How long will you be working here, Karen?"

"I'm scheduled to be here until this coming Monday afternoon." He closed his pad and put it in his pocket.

"Your testimony may be needed for the trial. If it is, the Prosecutor's office will contact you.

"Thank you. Have a nice day."

Very concerned about the future, Karen resumed her chores.

"Everything OK, Karen?"

"Yeah, fine, Renee. It's just that I still have all my work to do and really didn't need all the interruptions, that's all.

"What's chances we can talk you into changing into the black uniform you wore last night to finish your chores this afternoon, Karen?" Renee asked after Karen had eaten lunch.

"Fine, if you'd like."

Even though Karen only got on her knees to clean the toilets and tubs, that afternoon Nick talked her into scrubbing the lobby floor on her hands and knees. Though she was uncomfortable because of the tight corset, they actually had fun. They even got the guests involved so that their feet were in the pictures and two young women, wearing nice high heels, hammed it up for the cameras and intentionally got in her way, stepped on the scrub brush and pretended to step on her hands while she contorted she face in response.

It was almost six when Karen turned in her key and received a coupon for supper. Only Renee had remained and kept taking pictures.

"Make you a deal, Karen. Put on that French uniform and I'll take you out for a nice dinner after you permit me to take some location shots."

"What kind of location, Renee?"

"I was thinking of the mall - a 'what does the maid do after work' sort of thing."

"Sure," she agreed.

"I want something else, but I'm hesitant to ask you?"

"What's that?"

"I want to photograph you changing and getting ready, please, Karen?"

"I'll agree on one condition," the maid said after thinking about Renee's request, "no pictures that show that these aren't real." Karen touched her breasts.

"They're not?" Renee joked and they went to Karen's room giggling.

Renee was fascinated with Karen's chastity belt and asked a ton of questions while posing her model to photograph her in it. Just for Karen to get dressed took almost an hour.

Thursday and Friday were uneventful for the new maid with nothing to interrupt her, but the work of cleaning the rooms and other areas that had been assigned to her.

"Nancy would like to see you in her office, Karen," Rodger said Friday afternoon when he accepted her key and she was given her meal coupon.

"You asked to see me, Nancy?"

"Yes, Maid Karen. Please close the door and sit down." Karen did as she was asked.

"Several matters have been brought to my attention. First, the entire staff - those who've met you have nothing but the highest compliments about you."

"I try to be polite with them," Karen started.

"Yes. I had some time to review your disks today. Apparently you didn't deposit all of the tips left for the maid in Maria's box, but used some of it to buy a large box of rather expensive candies early Monday morning in the gift shop."

Karen lowered her eyes and said, "I'm sorry. It wasn't for me..."

"Oh shut up and stop apologizing. I know what you did with them and it wasn't to eat them. All on your own, you decided to leave a sweet in every room you've cleaned.

"I want to read you an email I received this afternoon.

'Dear Alpine Lodge, My daughter and I just returned home after visiting your facility. I didn't even unpack yet because I couldn't wait to write this and send this. This morning, one of your chamber maids named Karen announced her presence while I was on the phone with my husband, who is stationed in Iraq. It was, as you might guess, a terrible connection and Cathy, who is just past two, picked that moment to demand that her diaper needed changing and started to cry quite loudly about it.

'Though your maid had excused herself for her interruption, she didn't leave. Instead she came over and picked Cathy up in her arms, kissed her then rooted through my packed bags until she found the diapers. She proceeded to take my daughter in the bathroom, changed her soiled diapers and carried her out of the room.

'When I finished my call, I found them at the end of the hall by the window. My daughter was sound asleep on your maid's breast as she sang softly to her.

'Such caring and thoughtful members of your staff cannot go without mention.

'As I was already to check out, Karen, offered to carry my baby and one of my bags to the lobby, held her while I settled the bill then even carried her to the car and placed her in the car seat.

'I tried to tip her, but she refused and suggested I use the money to buy Cathy a doll. Et cetera.'

"Then there is this one," Nancy said.

'I'm writing to commend you about one of your maids, I was on the phone for an important business conference call that involved overseas connections and invited your maid, Karen, to clean the room. While I was talking with my colleagues, I must have complained loudly enough about having left my computer in the trunk of my car.

'When I set the phone down to go get it, I couldn't find my car keys. I was still searching for them in the pockets of the clothes I'd worn the previous day, when in walks your maid with my laptop. She motioned me back to my call then proceeded to set up my computer next to me, plugged it in and booted it up.

'Such efforts to go out of her way to be as helpful as possible to your guests are a rare treasure to find in a world where the words, customer services, have been deleted. Et cetera.'

"There are more, but that gives you some idea, Karen.

"However, I must read you one more.

'Dear Nancy, Hi. I've been sending emails to Karen ever since I got the news about Mom, but either she hasn't checked since last weekend or you've been working her too hard.'

"Little winking smiley there, Karen."

'The reason I'm writing, is to ask you to tell Karen that Mom is gravely ill and I'm flying out to California to be with her.

'She'll have to figure out how to get home, as it's unlikely that I'll be able to pick her up Monday as planned.

'Give her my love and tell her to check her damned email!

'My best, Dara Lawson'

Without speaking, Nancy moved her phone closer to the maid then pressed the appropriate buttons to get to a specific message on the speaker.

 

"El buen moringa, Srta. Morris esto es Maria Gonzáles. Mi madre es muy enferma y debo permanecer en Guadalajara para cuidar para ella. Llamo por teléfono para decir que no volveré a los Estados Unidos. Gracias por toda su amabilidad."

"No habla español," Karen stated.

 

"Maria said her mother is very ill and she's going to stay in Mexico to care for her, Karen."

"Seems there's a lot of that going around lately," Karen observed with a smile.

"What do you want me to do, Nancy?"

"The question is ... what does Karen want to do?"

"Dara's mom must be pretty ill," Karen commented.

"May I use your phone please?" Nancy motioned towards it.

"Hello, Catherine, this is Ken..."

"It's going great. Couldn't be better..."

"Is Charlie Wilkes available, please?

"...Hi Charlie, Ken...

"Perfect...

"Everything OK there?

"...Charlie, I've got seven weeks vacation remaining, including the carry over from last year after you canceled all my vacation to work on that new production line. I'd like to take it now, please?"

"...Yes, now... Dara's mom is pretty sick and she's flown out to the west coast to care for her..."

"There are some things I'd really like to get done while she's away. Surprise her and all...

"Great! Thanks a lot. Charlie. You've my email addy if you need anything, but don't expect me to reply immediately.

"OK, thanks again." Karen hung up and grinned at Nancy who was writing.

"Chambermaids are paid six fifteen an hour plus tips. Waitresses are paid three fifty plus tips. I hope you don't get too upset that I must report your wages under your real name, Karen.

"You pretty much know the rest.

"Oh, is there something wrong with the connection for your computer in your room? The motel is set up as a wireless hot spot."

"Not that I'm aware of. I've not even turned on my computer, Nancy."

She frowned. "I strongly suggest that you do. Dara probably needs you.

"That will be all this evening," Nancy dismissed the maid, but stopped her at the door.

"Waitresses wear black uniforms. I'll pick up appropriate ones in the morning. In the meantime wear one of your others when you report to serve breakfast at six thirty.

"Have a pleasant evening."

"You too Nancy," she curtseyed and left the room.

 

The End

 

sissy maid Kelly blog:

I finally had a moment to upload some of the pics that helped inspire my friend and group member Maid Cynetta to write her wonderful hotel maid story... I just loved it!

Anyhow, last weekend Mistress and I attended a small fetish event In KY and I had the opportunity for some public maid service.  I served her a martini just the way she likes it pool side.  She rather enjoyed having me fetch her a pizza for a late night snack, and I was also able to get some wonderful pics doing some maid chores around the hotel.  It started out as just a cute photo op using the maid cart the hotel had.  The manager caught us in the act and was fascinated with me.  He had me dust the doors while he watched, and then led me back with Mistress to the laundry room and had me load up the dryer!!! It was a fun, fun weekend of sissy maid servitude
complete with lots of compliments, spectators clicking away, and even one job offer :-)

hugs and kisses

hope you all enjoy

sissy maid Kelly

  

  

  

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