Maid in blue
Sissy maids not only wear in black. While more elegant, his Mistress could order him to dress in a different color dress, like this lovely young sissy maid who is wearing a nice blue maid dress. He looks so sweet, don't you think?
In the corner of the kitchen, a young figure stirred. The sissy maid, barely in his twenties, stretched his arms and yawned, his eyes blinking sleepily. He sat up straight and looked down at his outfit for the day, laid out meticulously on the chair beside him. It was a stark contrast to the darkness of his usual attire: a short blue maid dress with crisp white trimming, black opaque pantyhose that shimmered faintly in the light, and a pair of long white gloves with black stripes that stopped just above his elbow. The sight of the dress made him feel a peculiar mix of excitement and anxiety.
He stood, his legs wobbling slightly in the unfamiliar heels, and approached the outfit with a sense of trepidation. The black lace lingerie laid atop the dress, delicate and inviting. He took a deep breath and began to dress, feeling the soft fabric caress his skin as he slipped on the pantyhose. The dress was a bit snug, but it was designed to hug his slender frame, emphasizing his feminine curves. He adjusted the collar and smoothed out the fabric, ensuring every crease was gone. Looking in the mirror, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of pride in his transformation.
The sound of footsteps echoed through the mansion, growing louder with each passing second. His heart raced as he finished tying the apron around his waist and slid into the pair of white high heels. He knew she would be arriving soon, and he had to be ready. The Mistress had very particular tastes, and she didn't take kindly to those who didn't meet her expectations. With one last look at his reflection, he took a deep breath, squared his shoulders, and picked up the feather duster. It was time to serve.
The young sissy maid's day was about to begin, a dance of submission and service that would push him to his limits and beyond. The blue dress, so vivid and innocent, was a stark contrast to the dark secrets that lay within the walls of the mansion. Yet, as he took his first tentative steps down the hallway, he felt a strange sense of belonging, a feeling that no matter how unconventional his role, this was where he was meant to be.
He stood, his legs wobbling slightly in the unfamiliar heels, and approached the outfit with a sense of trepidation. The black lace lingerie laid atop the dress, delicate and inviting. He took a deep breath and began to dress, feeling the soft fabric caress his skin as he slipped on the pantyhose. The dress was a bit snug, but it was designed to hug his slender frame, emphasizing his feminine curves. He adjusted the collar and smoothed out the fabric, ensuring every crease was gone. Looking in the mirror, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of pride in his transformation.
The sound of footsteps echoed through the mansion, growing louder with each passing second. His heart raced as he finished tying the apron around his waist and slid into the pair of white high heels. He knew she would be arriving soon, and he had to be ready. The Mistress had very particular tastes, and she didn't take kindly to those who didn't meet her expectations. With one last look at his reflection, he took a deep breath, squared his shoulders, and picked up the feather duster. It was time to serve.
The young sissy maid's day was about to begin, a dance of submission and service that would push him to his limits and beyond. The blue dress, so vivid and innocent, was a stark contrast to the dark secrets that lay within the walls of the mansion. Yet, as he took his first tentative steps down the hallway, he felt a strange sense of belonging, a feeling that no matter how unconventional his role, this was where he was meant to be.
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