I got out of bed early that morning, slipped out of my nightie and stepped into the shower and spent the next half hour shaving myself from head to toe, well as you can see from the second picture, almost head to toe.

After the shower I dress as ordered which was masculine and smart. I say ordered as today was Saturday and the weekend will be spent in the service of my Mistress and Master. As instructed I had purchased a bus ticket to Las Vegas and would board the bus with no money and only the ticket and a mobile phone. The journey would take about 5 hours and I should arrive at the meeting point which was a hotel in town. The journey seemed to take hours and the closer Vegas got the more nervous I became and the faster my heart started to beat. The bus pulled into the depot and so, after consulting a map at the depot, I was able to work out a route to the hotel, which as I had no money would involve me walking. I found the hotel with about 30 minutes to spare and spent the extra time looking around the area and trying to calm down. At a quarter to two I walked into the hotel lobby and made my way to the check-in desk.

"Good afternoon sir. Can I help you?" asked the receptionist.

"You should have a room reservation for me under the name Martin A. Frenchmaid," I answered blushing like a schoolgirl.

The receptionist smirked and looked at her computer screen and had a surprised look on her face. "Yes we do," she said. "It's for two nights and the booking was to ensure the room was on a low floor," she said with a questioning look on her face.

"Yes that's correct as I have a fear of heights so anything above about the fifth floor would be a nightmare."

She seemed to accept this and said they had a room on the second floor - room 234. As soon as I had the room number I texted it to my Mistress as she was to meet me there at 3pm, which was getting close. During this time I had managed to keep my hands out of view of the receptionist as the day before I had been subjected to a manicure and pedicure and so now had bright red toe nails and fingernails. Unfortunately I had to sign the register and so my nails were spotted by the receptionist.

"Nice nails," she exclaimed.

"Thank you," I answered without looking up.

"Here is your key card. The lifts are around the corner and enjoy your stay Mr. Frenchmaid."

I quickly walked to the lifts, not looking back as I was sure I was being pointed out. I was the only person by the lifts so quickly pushed the call button with my painted nail and returned my hand to the safety of my pocket. I looked at the counter for the lift and it was at floor 2 so would be with me very quickly. I kept an eye out for other guests heading my way but as I could not see the reception desk it was difficult. The lift arrived and several guests with bags departed. I waited until it was empty before stepping in and quickly turned to the control panel and furiously started to stab at the button for floor two and to close the doors. As they started to close I heard a lady's voice "please hold that lift!" Without thinking I reached out and put my hand between the doors, immediately realizing what I had done: she must have seen my hand and nails mustn't she?

I didn't look up as she entered the lift.

"Thank you so much, that was very good of you".

"You are welcome Ma'm," I answered without looking up.

I was still at the control panel for the lift but, as I am sure she would be able to see me push the buttons, I decided to wait for the doors to close this time. Just then a couple with luggage also stepped in and the doors closed behind them. "What floor are you two on?" asked the lady behind me.

"13" they answered.

"Push 13 and 10 would you sweetie," she said leaning towards me.

My heart was now about to explode and everyone in the lift must have been able to hear it beating. I reached out, trying to hide my nails as much as possible and pressed the three floors required. Luckily this would be over quickly for me and the couple could not have seen my nails. As I was thinking this, we arrived at floor 2 and the doors started to open. As they did the lady behind leaned towards me and whispered to me "very hot nails sweetie".

I thanked her again and quickly left the lift with my heart pounding and my face as red as my nails.

Looking at the signs on the wall opposite the lift exit, I turned in the direction of my room and after passing 5 or 6 rooms I turned a corner and saw my Mistress waiting at what must be the door to my room.

"Good afternoon Mistress."

"Shut up slut," she quickly snapped. "Now I have a bag here with your outfit in, so strip and put the clothes you are wearing into this."

She handed me an empty bag. "And then shower and put it on."

I turned towards the door. Slap! My face was struck.

"What did I just say slut?" She asked.

"I... I..." stammered, "you said to shower and put on the outfit."

Slap! A second open hand across my face. "I said strip and put your clothes into this empty bag."

I immediately understood what she wanted and without hesitation I started to strip, my shoes and socks followed by my jacket and tie, quickly looking up and down the corridor hoping that it was empty and luckily enough it was. My shirt trousers and boxers joined the other clothes in the bag. Picking up the bag with my outfit, I was now naked - apart from the chastity device Mistress has me wear - in a hotel corridor! I looked at my Mistress; she was smirking and looking me up and down.

"Okay, go and get a shower and change," and she turned and headed down the corridor.

I quickly grabbed my keycard and turned to my door and tried the card: beep, yellow light, again beep yellow. Okay - now I was going to have a heart attack: I would not be able to dress here in the corridor. I then noticed the number on the door - 236. OMG - the wrong door: Mistress had set me up. I quickly turned to my door and stuck the card into the slot - beep, green light - quickly opening the door and stepping into the room and safely closing it behind me.

I opened the bag and put the contents onto the bed. There was a note attached to the makeup bag, I opened it, it read, "Answer the phone in three rings!"

The other contents were as expected - underwear, shoes, make-up and a pink gingham maid's dress. Realizing that time was short I quickly jumped in to the shower and made sure no stray hairs had been missed in the morning's preparation. Out of the shower and dry, I slipped on the stockings, corset, bra and panties followed by the high heels, then back in to the bathroom to apply my make-up which - if I do say myself - looked pretty good as I had been practicing for weeks to ensure I could do a convincing and quick job. Just as I was finishing my hair there was a knock at the door.

"Room service."

I quickly went to look through the little spy-hole. Stood in the hall was a young lady with a tray of drinks.

"Sorry, you must have the wrong room. I didn't order anything from room service" I quickly responded.

"This was ordered by another room to be delivered to this room," she answered. So positioning myself behind the door, I opened it and asked her to leave it on the table next to the TV. Just as I thought I may get away without her seeing too much, my phone started to ring - beep!

I had no choice: I let the door go and rushed to the bed where - beep - I had left it, picking it up before the third ring and answering it.

"Good afternoon Mistress how can I help?" quickly glancing at the girl from room service who was now facing me smiling and looking me up and down.

"There is a drinks order coming to your room slut, bring it to room 1006."

The phone went dead. Putting the phone down and grabbing the maid's uniform I turned to the girl.

"I guess room 1006 is on the tenth floor?" I asked.

"Yes," she said with a smile.

I quickly pulled on the uniform and grabbed the tray.

"Sorry but I have to go. So sorry to cut the show short as this tray has somewhere to be. "

I headed to the door but with my hands full I couldn't get the key card from the power slot.

"Here - let me get that, and I will close the door after us."