I've been working at the hotel for about two years now.

Of course no one knows I work there. You assume the kind of woman who works there is going to be a hot twenty something and...well I'm not.

I was always told I should dress well and stay in shape to attract a husband.

I reached a certain age and discovered donuts, sweatpants and a vibrator were pretty much all I wanted or needed.

Obviously companionship as well but that's why they invented cats.

My point is I'm not an obvious choice for this job. I look a lot different in street clothes. I don't get recognised.

The maids outfit is exactly what you are imagining. Cosplay kink designed to show off my breasts and ass. Short skirt, underwear optional (guests choose).

Plenty of places you can go to see that but the Hotel offers the harness as well.

All of us wear them under our uniforms. Assuming we haven't been told to take off the uniform of course.

The harness Is a skimpy looking web of narrow silky straps. High tech lingerie. Straps like an open cup bra holding my chest with the electrodes and vibrator contacts held to my nipples and breast flesh. The hardware is discrete, it doesn't show through clothing any worse than a well fitted bra.

The genital harness (kitty tamer they call it!) Is held in and against me with slim elasticated straps connected to the broader belts around my thighs.

The vaginal probe is on flexible webbing so it can move around. The clitoral stim is a small trident of rubber and metal surrounding my favourite part.

The ass plug is pretty basic. The shape holds it in but there's a restraining strap attached to the waist strap of the harness.

The plug doesn't do much for me direct stimulation wise but knowing it's in there as I work is a turn on. The discipline options the plug offers are effective of course.

When I first started at the hotel I didn't get why people would pay for what we were offering. Or not offering.

If you're a guest you can't have sex with me, you can't even make me orgasm.

If I'm in your room or assigned to you then the control app on your phone is active. You get control of my harness.

You can control the various intimate functions but I don't put on a show for you. I don't talk dirty or dance.

What do I do?

I clean your room. With the harness on. With you playing with the controls. I can also read to you or serve food.

The harness is calibrated to my limits so you can only hurt me so much or give me so much pleasure. To the brink not over.

There are medical cut outs because some guests like trying to beat the limits of the system by going from maximum pleasure setting to maximum pain and back as quickly as they can hit the switch. That's a strain on my system and if it gets too much the harness mutes the input to something less cardiac arresty.

As a guest you also get to control what I wear. The minimum being just the genital harness, the mammary harness (some guests call it a pain bra but it's more about stimulation rather than just pins in the nipple's pain although yes that's pretty much what the punishment functions feel like.) is removable just like a normal bra.

The genital harness comes off to but guests aren't allowed to remove that. It's like a chastity belt in some respects and stops the guests getting too handy. The electric shock function that punishes me can be applied externally if a guest gets out of hand.

Also, and this is a secret we don't share, the maids can switch off our harness whenever we want. We aren't quite as helpless as we appear.

Not that we do turn them off. Just saying we could but where's the fun in that.

Guests can ask us to watch while they have sex or masturbate.

A favourite trick is to make me stand by the bed with the harness keeping me on the brink of orgasm while I watch a couple of guests having sex.

I'm usually moaning and groaning more than them.

A typical shift starts with a 15 minute 'calibration' session.

The inverted commas are because it's not really calibration. When I first got the job I spent two weeks being trained and tested. It was like a medical fetish BDSM boot camp where they made sure I had the right physical and mental attributes for the job. A lot of it was fun, some of it was painful and some of it was humiliating.

It should tell you something about me that the last two were pretty fun as well.

When they had me strapped to their machines they learned enough about me that without the limiter in place the harness can make me climax faster than I can masturbate to orgasm.

And that's fast. I practise a lot. It's the one thing I have in common with athletes.

They have all the medical data they could ever need on me. The harness itself is cleaned and serviced by hotel techs after each shift.

The calibration session at the start of the shift is just to get me in the right headspace.

I go in a regular person with regular worries and I go out a maid, wet between my legs and with no concerns other than pleasing guests.

The pre shift 'calibration' doesn't even use my harness. They just put me naked on a test frame like I'm being stretched on a rack then the electrodes and dildoes go on and in.

It looks like a dream or a nightmare depending on your tastes.

It's also playtime for the techs, kind of a fringe benefit to keep them at the hotel. The techs could make better money elsewhere with their skills but where else would they get to make maids beg for orgasms every day?

The butler's receive similar treatment of course but their version of the harness is a different design for obvious reasons.

Most of the techs are shy geeky types and surprisingly respectful.

"Don't make me orgasm today Sir/Miss." I gasp. Okay most of the techs are actually male but there's a few woman. They aren't necessarily interested in me sexually, the men or woman (my ego isn't that big). There is a weird intimacy to being taken to the absolute brink of orgasm by someone who doesn't have any sexual interest in me. The machines themselves don't care of course.

I find it oddly hot that my orgasm or not orgasming really doesn't matter except as a technical challenge. It's like I'm a component in the machine.

After two years here I'm developing a fetish for machines. More kinks is not what I need.

After the calibration I have a very quick shower then lube myself up, strap on the harness, do a quick check of the functions then I put on the stockings, little black polyester mix uniform dress, white apron and cap of my maids uniform.

The shoes are black lace ups. My knees can't handle being on my feet in heels all day. It's good for my image as well.

I said before I'm not the obvious candidate for this job. I'm not hideous but I'm no great beauty either. I look like I should be a librarian or a college professor. That's my niche, the older woman authority figure.

It fulfills certain types of fantasy that a hot tight bodied twentysomething just can't.

They do still get better tips than me though.

Honestly a lot of the maids here are stupidly attractive. I love the looks on their faces when someone specifically asks for me.

Maybe I'm less intimidating too.

The guests often tell me their fantasies which range from 'eeewwww', to 'I'll be thinking about that later... ' to 'don't laugh, don't laugh'.

After the shift where I've usually suffered hours of relentless sexual stimulation can you guess what I do?

Yes that.

When I first started at the hotel I would leave off, get back to my apartment and masturbate then get on with my day/night.

Then I got a little more comfortable and I started putting my horniness to use. I hooked up with several techs and maids. Strictly casual but it still got awkward at work. People started expecting it and I wasn't always wanting company so I stopped the work hook ups...mostly.

But now after my shift I masturbate at work. In the maids locker room or the bathrooms.

A lot of the maids take this approach. Being really worked up and horny is great if you're going home to bang your loving partner's brains out but not so good if you're single and likely to make a bad decision because you're too horny to think.

Even the maids with partners don't...and I know this is hard to believe...but their partners don't necessarily want to be used like a sex toy every night.

Often I don't even want sex after a shift. I just want to stop feeling so insanely hump the furniture horny.

So I get myself off at work. Quick and efficient.

It hit me the other day when I was in the locker room with Celia, we were talking about our weekend plans while we both masturbated to climax. It was like we were just eating lunch together. About as sexual as washing your hands. I don't even know Celia well but we came in front of each other without stopping the conversation.

It's a weird job but it definitely has its perks.