Excited maid
It is so adorable to see an excited sissy maid running to the door to receive his Mistress. His happy eyes are so sweet when he sees his Mistress come home. To please his Mistress is his happiness. What would become of her without his Mistress?
Inside the modest house with the freshly trimmed hedge, a pair of legs in sheer black stockings and a short pink maid dress danced with excitement. The clock chimed the hour, sending the sissy maid's heart into a frenzy as he realized his Mistress would soon be home.
"Oh, Miss," the sissy maid murmured to himself, his voice a soft coo of anticipation. His pink high heels clicked against the hardwood floor as he bustled around the living room, straightening the already pristine cushions and dusting the spotless surfaces. The house gleamed with the perfection of his servitude, a silent testament to the care he put into every task. His eyes sparkled with the innocent joy of a child awaiting a beloved parent.
The sissy maid's delicate hands paused in their work. He listened intently, his heart thumping a drumbeat in his chest as the sound of a car engine grew closer. His ears perked up like a loyal hound waiting for its master's return. The engine's purr grew louder, and then it cut off. The car door slammed shut with a satisfying thud.
With a graceful flourish, the sissy maid rushed to the door, his skirt fluttering around his legs like a spring blossom in a breeze. He paused for a moment, taking a deep breath to calm his racing heart. The key turned in the lock, and the door swung open to reveal a woman dressed in a sharp black business suit, her hair pulled back into a severe bun. She looked every inch the epitome of authority, and the sissy maid's knees weakened at the sight of her.
"Welcome home, Mistress!" he sang out, his voice a symphony of adoration. She stepped inside, her heels clicking sharply as she surveyed her domain. The maid watched her every move, his eyes wide with a love that was palpable in the air. She looked at him, a single eyebrow arched expectantly. He knew what she wanted, what she needed. He lived for this moment, for her.
Her stern gaze swept over him, taking in the pink lace lingerie that peeked out from beneath his dress, the way his knees trembled slightly. He held his breath, hoping that he had done well, that she would be pleased. A small smile played at the corners of her lips, and he felt his entire body relax. The sissy maid's heart swelled with joy.
"Thank you, my pet," she said, her voice a velvet purr that sent shivers down his spine. "You've done well."
He beamed, his cheeks flushing a soft pink to match his outfit. "Is there anything you need, Mistress?"
"Yes," she said, setting her briefcase down on the hall table with a thud. "I need you to serve me tea. Immediately."
The sissy maid nodded, eager to please. He scurried into the kitchen, his hips swaying with every step. The warmth of her praise filled him as he set the kettle to boil and arranged the fine china on a tray. The scent of her favorite blend of tea filled the air, mingling with the faint scent of her perfume that still lingered in the hallway.
As the water began to bubble, the sissy maid felt his heart race with excitement. The day was just beginning, and with his Mistress home, everything was right with the world. The cogs of their twisted dynamic clicked into place, and he knew that his purpose was to serve her every whim, to be the perfect embodiment of submission and feminine grace.
"Oh, Miss," the sissy maid murmured to himself, his voice a soft coo of anticipation. His pink high heels clicked against the hardwood floor as he bustled around the living room, straightening the already pristine cushions and dusting the spotless surfaces. The house gleamed with the perfection of his servitude, a silent testament to the care he put into every task. His eyes sparkled with the innocent joy of a child awaiting a beloved parent.
The sissy maid's delicate hands paused in their work. He listened intently, his heart thumping a drumbeat in his chest as the sound of a car engine grew closer. His ears perked up like a loyal hound waiting for its master's return. The engine's purr grew louder, and then it cut off. The car door slammed shut with a satisfying thud.
With a graceful flourish, the sissy maid rushed to the door, his skirt fluttering around his legs like a spring blossom in a breeze. He paused for a moment, taking a deep breath to calm his racing heart. The key turned in the lock, and the door swung open to reveal a woman dressed in a sharp black business suit, her hair pulled back into a severe bun. She looked every inch the epitome of authority, and the sissy maid's knees weakened at the sight of her.
"Welcome home, Mistress!" he sang out, his voice a symphony of adoration. She stepped inside, her heels clicking sharply as she surveyed her domain. The maid watched her every move, his eyes wide with a love that was palpable in the air. She looked at him, a single eyebrow arched expectantly. He knew what she wanted, what she needed. He lived for this moment, for her.
Her stern gaze swept over him, taking in the pink lace lingerie that peeked out from beneath his dress, the way his knees trembled slightly. He held his breath, hoping that he had done well, that she would be pleased. A small smile played at the corners of her lips, and he felt his entire body relax. The sissy maid's heart swelled with joy.
"Thank you, my pet," she said, her voice a velvet purr that sent shivers down his spine. "You've done well."
He beamed, his cheeks flushing a soft pink to match his outfit. "Is there anything you need, Mistress?"
"Yes," she said, setting her briefcase down on the hall table with a thud. "I need you to serve me tea. Immediately."
The sissy maid nodded, eager to please. He scurried into the kitchen, his hips swaying with every step. The warmth of her praise filled him as he set the kettle to boil and arranged the fine china on a tray. The scent of her favorite blend of tea filled the air, mingling with the faint scent of her perfume that still lingered in the hallway.
As the water began to bubble, the sissy maid felt his heart race with excitement. The day was just beginning, and with his Mistress home, everything was right with the world. The cogs of their twisted dynamic clicked into place, and he knew that his purpose was to serve her every whim, to be the perfect embodiment of submission and feminine grace.
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