Pending of every detail
A good sissy maid always must be pending of every detail, like serving drinks to her Mistress and her lover, pleasing them even when they are making love. This sweet sissy maid should be proud of his good job.
The sissy maid took immense pride in his work, ensuring that every crevice of his Mistress's home was as pristine as a freshly picked apple. His wardrobe was a collection of the finest black lace lingerie, black stockings that hugged his legs like a second skin, and a very short black maid dress that revealed his shapely thighs and rounded backside. The dress was complemented by a pair of black gloves that stretched up to his elbows, giving his hands a delicate touch, and high heels that clicked rhythmically on the hardwood floors as he went about his chores.
Today, the sissy maid was particularly busy. The Mistress had a special guest coming over. He knew that he would be expected to serve them both with the same unwavering attention to detail that he applied to the rest of the house.
The sissy maid's heart raced with a mix of excitement and nerves as he laid out an assortment of fine wines and cheeses on a silver platter. He had been instructed to serve them in the drawing room, where the fireplace crackled with welcoming warmth and the velvet couch beckoned like a lover's embrace. His Mistress had informed him that her guest was quite the connoisseur, and he didn't want to disappoint.
As the doorbell chimed, the sissy maid took a deep breath, smoothing out any wrinkles in his dress. His Mistress answered the door, her voice like a melody that danced through the hallways, greeting the guest with a laugh that made the maid's stomach flutter. He heard the low, rumbling timbre of a man's voice in response, and his imagination painted a picture of a tall, dark figure that could only be her lover.
He approached the drawing room, the platter balanced precariously on one hand, his other hand poised to open the door. He pushed it gently, the hinges whispering their consent, and stepped inside. His Mistress and her lover sat closely on the couch, their bodies entwined like vines around a trellis. She looked up, her eyes sparkling with mischief, and motioned for him to come closer. The sissy maid's cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink that clashed with the stark black of his lingerie, but he obeyed, setting the platter down on the coffee table with a delicate thud.
Her lover looked him up and down, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. The sissy maid felt the weight of his gaze like a hot brand on his skin, his heart pounding in his chest. His Mistress leaned over, her hand lingering on the maid's waist, and whispered something into her lover's ear. The man's smirk grew wider, and the sissy maid felt a thrill of fearful anticipation. He knew he was there to serve, to cater to their every whim, and he would do so with all the grace and poise he could muster.
The evening grew late, and the shadows in the room stretched long and lean. The conversation between his Mistress and her lover grew more heated, their bodies pressing closer together as the firelight danced across their faces. The sissy maid moved quietly, refilling their wine glasses and clearing empty plates, his eyes never straying from his duties. But as the tension in the room grew thicker, so too did his own arousal.
Today, the sissy maid was particularly busy. The Mistress had a special guest coming over. He knew that he would be expected to serve them both with the same unwavering attention to detail that he applied to the rest of the house.
The sissy maid's heart raced with a mix of excitement and nerves as he laid out an assortment of fine wines and cheeses on a silver platter. He had been instructed to serve them in the drawing room, where the fireplace crackled with welcoming warmth and the velvet couch beckoned like a lover's embrace. His Mistress had informed him that her guest was quite the connoisseur, and he didn't want to disappoint.
As the doorbell chimed, the sissy maid took a deep breath, smoothing out any wrinkles in his dress. His Mistress answered the door, her voice like a melody that danced through the hallways, greeting the guest with a laugh that made the maid's stomach flutter. He heard the low, rumbling timbre of a man's voice in response, and his imagination painted a picture of a tall, dark figure that could only be her lover.
He approached the drawing room, the platter balanced precariously on one hand, his other hand poised to open the door. He pushed it gently, the hinges whispering their consent, and stepped inside. His Mistress and her lover sat closely on the couch, their bodies entwined like vines around a trellis. She looked up, her eyes sparkling with mischief, and motioned for him to come closer. The sissy maid's cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink that clashed with the stark black of his lingerie, but he obeyed, setting the platter down on the coffee table with a delicate thud.
Her lover looked him up and down, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. The sissy maid felt the weight of his gaze like a hot brand on his skin, his heart pounding in his chest. His Mistress leaned over, her hand lingering on the maid's waist, and whispered something into her lover's ear. The man's smirk grew wider, and the sissy maid felt a thrill of fearful anticipation. He knew he was there to serve, to cater to their every whim, and he would do so with all the grace and poise he could muster.
The evening grew late, and the shadows in the room stretched long and lean. The conversation between his Mistress and her lover grew more heated, their bodies pressing closer together as the firelight danced across their faces. The sissy maid moved quietly, refilling their wine glasses and clearing empty plates, his eyes never straying from his duties. But as the tension in the room grew thicker, so too did his own arousal.
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