Impeccable
A good sissy maid always must be impeccable. That is why always must be checking her maid dress, pantyhose and lingerie.
In the quiet, opulent mansion, the sissy maid took a moment to compose herself. She looked down at the tight, black fabric that clung to her legs, ending just below the curve of her plump bottom. Her eyes darted to the gleaming floor-length mirror in the corner. The dress, with its frills and lace, was a symbol of her submission and her role within these grand walls. She knew she had to be perfect. Every crease, every button, every inch of her exposed skin was a testament to her master's expectations. She felt a thrill of anxiety, the kind that made her knees wobble just enough to make the fabric whisper against her thighs as she moved.
With a flutter of her eyelashes, the sissy maid smoothed out the dress and checked the reflection of her lingerie. The pantyhose, a sheer white web that hugged her shapely legs, were free of snags. The frilly panties, peeking out from beneath the dress's hem, were spotless and neatly pressed. She had chosen them with care, knowing they would be seen, knowing they would be judged. She took a deep breath, feeling the fabric tighten around her chest, the padding beneath the cups giving her the semblance of breasts that she longed to have naturally. The lace trim of her corset dug into her waist, a constant reminder of her feminine duties.
Her heart racing, the sissy maid began her walk to the study, her steps measured and precise. Each footfall was a silent promise to be perfect. She knew that even a single misstep could lead to punishment. But she also knew that the thrill of possibly being caught was part of the appeal. The tightness of the dress, the way it accentuated her curves, made her feel alive. She felt a secret excitement at the thought of her master's eyes on her, scrutinizing every detail of her outfit, searching for imperfections. It was a dance she performed every day, a dance of discipline and desire, and she was ready for her grand entrance.
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