Finding Me PT 9

Time To Find a Job

(This really won’t make much sense unless you’ve read the earlier posts!)

After about six weeks of being his loyal slave and following Master around like a little puppy, he decided that I needed to get a job. I was excited, thinking I could use my degree in fashion merchandising again. With Phoenix being a booming metropolis, there were sure to be a lot of places wanting my skills and education.

Unfortunately, master had other plans. He stated that his business was doing pretty well, paying the bills and keeping everything going; there was no real reason I needed to be an executive or a manager somewhere—not if I was really a slave, his slave.

He decided instead I needed a job that fit the life of a lowly slave. He wanted me to get a job as a hotel housekeeper. When I heard that, I almost started to cry. I could not believe that with my skills and opportunities, He woudl want me to be a maid. I could be making my Master's some really nice income with my degree and background. But he did not budge, no matter how I begged.

He did limit it to the 5-star resorts in the valley, which was kind of him, but it also limited my opportunities.

The problem was that no matter how I watered down my resume, me being a white girl applying for a job usually not employed by them, they would call my previous employer.

Once they found out what my previous job really was, they refused to hire me, thinking I was using their department as a way to get my foot into the door and move up into management.

The other issue I had was that I spoke only English. Most housekeeping staff were Mexican. Very few spoke English.

I kept coming home crying. I was failing my Master by not getting the job he wanted me to have, and I was sure he thought I was not really trying.

After two weeks of looking and interviewing, I was about to surrender and accept whatever punishment he would give me. I was a failure at this.

After a ten-minute cry fest, where Master just sat in his chair and watched me on the floor, begging for his mercy and letting him know I was better than this. I can do it. I can do anything to please my Master.

He gave me a little piece of paper. One of his clients knew the housekeeping manager at THE number-one resort in Phoenix. He told my Master he had already called and put in a good word for me, and I had an appointment at ten a.m. the next day.

He clarified that I needed to do whatever it took to get this job, or he would have to find a suitable punishment for me, which wouldn’t be pleasant.

The New Maid

I arrived fifteen minutes before I was supposed to be at his office. The tiny piece of paper said to meet a Mr Craig Elrod.

I heard the jingling of keys and an older man giving orders to another person and pushing them away. He was behind schedule, saying he had to do his friend a favor and interview some bimbo who wanted to be a maid. I remember it as if he said it yesterday. “Who the hell, in their right mind, wants to be a fucking maid here?”

Then he stopped and looked at me. He was tall and nice-looking but not well dressed, holding a cup of coffee. His military haircut, accountant-style glasses on his head, and clipboard under his arm. Think Tom Selleck, post Magnum PI. But not yet, Blue Bloods.

“You must be?”

I said “That bimbo”

He blushed and apologized as he tried to get his keys to his office. “ I don’t get it, lady. Do you really want to be a lowly maid? I looked at your application, and I even called your old boss. I know the real reason you are here.”

I was cooked. He already knew.

“And if Steven weren’t a good friend, I would tell you to take a hike. Sorry to be blunt, but I don’t have time for these games. Let me guess; you think you can waltz in here, looking all cute and serious, pretending to want a job as a maid. With a management background like yours? I know your plan.” It was the same response I got everywhere else before.

He sat back in his desk chair, looking at his clipboard, drinking his coffee, and waiting for me to respond.

I broke down and started to cry. I begged him to let me prove to him I was really there for a maid job. He doesn't understand my reasons other than that I really need this job, and I am not here to use his office for anything greater. I can't fail at this. I needed this job.

He handed me a Kleenex as he opened his door, waiting for me to leave.

I stood there, leaning against a wall, trying to figure out what to do. I was already at the end of my line and was sure Master would not tolerate my failures anymore.

I did what a needy slave would do to get what her master wanted her to get. I pushed his door closed, knelt on the floor, and tried to unzip His pants. Promising him, I would bring him fresh coffee and a blowjob every morning if he just gave me a chance.

He thought this was a trap from HR. A sexual harassment case is in the making. I told him it was not. I was serious. I love giving blowjobs and serving him coffee would be my pleasure as I unbuttoned my blouse to prove I was not from HR. He stopped me. Looked at me. He went behind the desk and typed some things on his computer.

Telling me to go to floor 11, the maid's station is at the end of the hall. Find a maid outfit that fits me and take a cart to suite 1124 in one hour. He would be there to test my maid skills.

I found the maid station and dug through the pile of horrible maid outfits to find one that fit me. Thankfully, Mexican maids are not skinny. A cruel old-looking maid came in, looked at me as I changed, but never said a word as I grabbed a cart and headed to the suite.

He ushered me into the suite, smiling at me, and locked the door behind him.

The suite was huge—multiple bedrooms, two bathrooms, the whole suite experience—and it was a mess. A real party must have happened here.

He gave me thirty minutes to clean and prepare this suite. He sat at the dining room table, opened a newspaper, and started to read. I just stood there waiting.

He wasn't sure why I wasn’t working until I asked him if I could get rid of this itchy, ugly old outfit. “And clean naked?” I smiled. “I would prefer that, Sir.”

Apparently, the “Sir” part got him. He sat up and stared at me as I removed each layer of clothing until I was standing naked in front of him. Now I was ready to clean. I worked hard and fast and almost had the entire suite clean in thirty minutes. The only room still dirty was the master bedroom.

I followed him around as he inspected the suite. I kept apologizing for failing him, but he just smiled, telling me it was perfect as it was and that I could finish the bedroom later. Right now, I had to prove to him something else.

He sat on the bed and opened his zipper. His cock was already hard and standing tall. He was six inches of manhood. Smiling like a perverted boss, I found him to be.

I was now in my happy place, kneeling between his legs as he grabbed my boobs. Doing as I was trained, I swallowed it all in one try. Not long enough to gag me, but I could feel it nicely in my throat. Licking the head as I went down.

I smiled up at him as I started to bob up and down, pleasuring him with each stroke.. He was moaning and groaning in no time. He finally laid back, keeping his hand on my head as I continued to milk his cock.

In only a few minutes, I had the feeling it was about to burst; I took him all the way in and then back up so he would fill my mouth. I wanted him to see what I did before I swallowed it.

He really started to moan loudly as I felt him shoot his warm stream down my throat. Giving me my reward. I did something I had never done before. I opened my mouth to show Him I had it all before I swallowed.

I returned to his cock and kept it in my mouth until he was soft. I could feel him smiling and breathing heavily as I licked it, kissed it, and then put his beautiful cock back in his slacks, sat back, and smiled.

He sat up and smiled. “That was amazing. You are hired.”

I jumped up and down. Kissed him and thanked him.

He told me to be at his office tomorrow at six a.m. with a tall black coffee. He said if I give him that kind of blow job every morning, he will keep me assigned only to the VIP suites.

And he did. I had an easy job only cleaning the top-floor suites. I had a nice boss who enjoyed using me. I got to start my day with a blow job.

I actually loved that job. I loved it because it was who I was: a lowly, obedient slave. It also made my Master happy, and that made me happy.

Then, it only got better from there.