Charming maid ready for her homework

Here we have a charming sissy maid dressed correctly for her duties.

 

She stood in front of the full-length mirror, meticulously adjusting her maid outfit. She wore a tight black dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, ending just above her knees. Her legs were encased in fishnet pantyhose that clung to her skin, leading up to a pair of dangerously high heels that clicked rhythmically against the floor. The ensemble was completed with a frilly apron tied snugly around her waist.

 

Her eyes studied her reflection, ensuring every detail was just so. The dress was a tad too short, revealing the tops of her pantyhose and hinting at the lacy panties beneath. She knew her mistress had a penchant for this sort of attire; it was part of the thrill, part of the game they played. The heels, however, were her own personal hell, but she had learned to navigate the sprawling manor in them without much trouble.

 

With a deep breath, she grabbed her feather duster and made her way to the living room, where dust had gathered in the corners and on the numerous knick-knacks that adorned the shelves. She knew her mistress would expect nothing less than perfection, and she was determined to deliver. The anticipation of the day's tasks filled her with a mix of dread and excitement, as she recalled the various punishments and rewards she had received in the past for her performance.

As she went about her chores, she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of pride in her role. It wasn't just about the cleanliness of the mansion; it was about the submission, the thrill of serving under someone else's command. Her heart fluttered at the thought of her mistress's approval or the sting of her disapproval. She knew that today was a day for learning new lessons, and she was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead with a quiver in her stiletto-clad step.