Employed by Ellen
The Head Maid named Ellen had photos of me showing off my nudity. She'd make me parade naked to her office while working as a maid with a miniskirt. I'd be in charge of special rooms initially unclad as well.
I used to manage a motel, where Ellen, my ex, worked as the Head Maid.
I recalled Ellen saying she wanted to take a look at me "down there."
I goofily exposed myself, and she captured a photo with her phone. Ellen boasted big, strikingly brown hair, and her eyes were potent brown as well. Overzealous, I'd cut the maids' salaries and forced them to wear skimpy skirts. Their outfits required regular inspections.
Meg, the desk clerk, a brunette with bright blue eyes and copious breasts, told me to crawl nude to Ellen's office. "Here's the phone."
I picked it up, "I need you to crawl nude to my office, and you'll have to sign an agreement for submission and maid service training. Else, I'll report your indecent exposure to the police. Got it?"
"Okay, Ma'am."
"Now repeat: I'll agree to crawl naked."
"I'll crawl naked."
"Meg, ask him to affirm it publicly."
"Mr. Manager, you'll go naked, understand?"
I was ashamed, "Yes, Ma'am. I'll go naked."
I stripped of my clothes- first my shirt, next removing my shoes and socks. Rolling my pants down, I was left with just my briefs.
Meg spoke into the phone, "Alright, he's going slower. I'll escalate."
While taking off my pants, Meg suddenly struck my face. "Pick up the pace!"
I moved my pants off but still had my briefs on.
The cruel maid behind me grabbed my testicles, "Yank your briefs down and fold them."
I folded them, preparing to crawl.
Meg smacked me severely, causing my eyes to well with tears, "That wasn't suggested. Crawl!"
Struggling through my pain, I crawled like a petulant kid. Meg and Mandy, a blonde maid with blue eyes and voluptuous breasts, giggled as I laboriously pulled myself along in the lobby. They could all see my nakedness along with my easily-identifiable package.
I reached Ellen's office, and she bade me rise.
She said, "Sit in the chair."
I sat down, bracing for whatever was to come. She stepped on my testicles, "You'll be trained as a maid, rocking a short outfit. You'll handle special gamut rooms, totally naked. You're my plaything to be used as I please. First, you'll clean a room. Correct?"
I had to traipse past the laundry. Laundress Sharon ogled me while I reached for a new costume. She then pinched my cheeks and prodded my genitals. I left without wearing the garb.
She instructed, "Leave the gown in its place, you'll be nude on the job."
I went to the maid's office. A maid addressed me, "You must be Paul. I'm Mandy. Our standards are super strict. Physical force is applied to the backside during inspections or complaints." Mandy had blue eyes, and they were surrounded by blonde hair as well as having ample bosoms. Silva, the Lead Maid, was very stringent.
Eyes fixed on my nudity, Mandy said, "Follow me."
She led me to the first customer's room. They were two Black women, brown-eyed brunette Joyce and brown-eyed pointed-breasted Alice. In those women's eyes, I was only their plaything, ripe for the plucking.
While preparing the bed, Alice hovered beside me. Joyce was close, touching my behind and probing my privates. It was uncomfortable as she kept poking in my scrotum, causing pain. She struck my penis hard and squeezed it tightly, leaving me distressed.
As I tried to fold the sheets, Alice pushed me down, something plastic around my rear. Mandy had earlier warned me, "Alice's anal rape is part of this job, you'll have to handle it." Silva, standing in the hallway, decided not to interfere.
Grasping for some space, I attempted to flee, but Joyce held me. The pain intensified as the object pushed inside my backside, causing extreme stretching. I cried, overwhelmed by the agony.
Finally, it was removed. Silva, from the hallway, commanded, "Hurry up and finish your task properly."