Learning to respectfully greet

Learning to respectfully greet

Something that every sissy maid must learn quickly is the way to respectfully greet her Mistress, even to her lover if he si present. Poor of the sissy maid whom did not do it. Could be punished, and rightly so. 

Beautiful sissy maid bowing to his Mistress in a short black maid dress, long white gloves, black stockings with garter belts and black high heels

"Oh, for the love of... you've done it again!" scolded a frustrated Mistress, her voice echoing through the opulent hallways of the mansion.

Her sissy maid cringed, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks as he realized his mistake. He had just served her breakfast, his hands trembling slightly as he held the silver platter with the steaming cup of coffee and a perfectly toasted bagel. Her eyes, sharp as a hawk's, bore into him, making his stomach churn.

The sissy maid knew he had messed up the greeting, stumbling over the words that were so ingrained into his daily routine. The Mistress had given him very specific instructions on how to address her and her guests, especially her lover who was currently lounging in the adjacent room. Her lover was a tall, dark-haired man with piercing eyes that seemed to see through the sissy maid's soul, making him feel even more self-conscious in his frilly black lace lingerie and stockings.

"I-I'm sorry, Mistress," he stammered, his voice cracking as he lowered his gaze to the gleaming marble floor. He could feel her displeasure like a palpable force in the air, and he braced himself for the inevitable punishment. The tension in the room was thick, the silence only broken by the ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway.

Mistress sighed heavily, the sound a mix of annoyance and disappointment. She took a sip of her coffee, her red-painted nails tapping against the porcelain. "You know the rules, darling," she said, her voice as smooth as velvet. "When I have a guest, you must greet us both with the proper respect."

The sissy maid's heart raced as he nodded frantically, his mind racing to come up with an apology that might appease her. "I'll do better, I promise," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'll make sure to greet you and your lover with the respect you both deserve."

Mistress set down her cup with a gentle clink and strode over to the maid, her heels clicking on the floor with purpose. She placed a hand on his shoulder, her grip firm but not painful. "You will," she said, her voice a low growl. "Because if you don't, the consequences will be... unpleasant."

The maid felt a cold shiver run down his spine. He knew what she meant. The last time he had failed to greet her correctly, she had made him wear a pair of nipple clamps while serving dinner. The pain had been excruciating, especially when one of the guests had accidentally brushed against him.

 

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