Punished maid

Punished maid

What happen if the sissy maid fails pleasent his Mistress? Well, he will be punished. Here, our poor sissy maid was handcuffed and gagged with a big red ballgag for his mistake.
 
Sweet sissy maid bound and gagged in a black maid dress, white fishnet stockings and black high heels

In the quiet, sun-speckled alley behind a row of neat townhouses, a young sissy maid hurriedly adjusted the lace on his new white lingerie. The soft fabric clung to his slender frame, a stark contrast to the rough, calloused hands that trembled with anticipation. The scent of freshly baked bread wafted from nearby windows, mingling with the faint smell of rain-dampened earth. The sissy maid took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. He checked his reflection in a small, cracked mirror, ensuring that every curl of his blonde wig was in place. He had to be perfect for her, for his Mistress.

The cobblestone path beneath his black high heels clicked rhythmically as he approached the back entrance of the townhouse that was both his sanctuary and his prison. The dress he wore barely covered his thighs, leaving his smooth, stocking-covered legs vulnerable to the cool breeze. Each step was a delicate balance, a dance of submission that he had practiced so meticulously. The door swung open, revealing a kitchen gleaming with polished surfaces and the aroma of a freshly brewed pot of coffee. His Mistress's expectant gaze met him, her eyes narrowing as they took in his attire.

"Ah, my little slut is dressed for the occasion," she said, a wicked smile playing on her lips. The sissy maid felt his cheeks flush with a mix of excitement and fear. He knew better than to respond with anything but a nod. She was dressed in a form-fitting black latex dress that accentuated every curve, her hair pulled back into a severe bun. In her hand, she held a riding crop that she tapped against her thigh in a rhythm that sent shivers down his spine.

Her gaze lingered on the tray of pastries he had prepared, her eyes flicking to the one that was slightly askew. "What's this?" she demanded, her voice a low growl. "You know I expect perfection." The sissy maid's eyes widened, and he realized his mistake. His trembling hand had knocked the delicate pastry out of place during his anxious trip from the bakery.

With a swift movement, she grabbed the offending pastry and crushed it between her fingers, the flaky crumbs raining down on the gleaming floor. "You're going to pay for your carelessness," she said, her smile turning predatory. "On your knees, slut!"

The sissy maid complied, his knees sinking into the plush rug. She approached him, the crop poised in the air, and with a flick of her wrist, she brought it down on his bare thigh. A sharp sting followed by a warmth that spread through his body. He bit back a whimper, eyes watering. This was what he lived for, the thrill of serving her, the sting of her discipline.

The Mistress circled him, each step echoing in the silent room. She paused behind him and reached under his dress, her hand finding its way to his chastity device. A twist of her wrist made him gasp, the metal biting into his sensitive skin. "You've been a bad maid," she whispered in his ear. "Very, very bad."

The anticipation grew with every breath as she unclipped the device, allowing it to hang loosely around his hips. She stepped away, leaving him trembling on the floor. The sissy maid knew what was coming next. The punishment for his mistake was about to begin.

"You're going to clean up this mess," she said, her voice cold and unforgiving. "And when you're done, I'll decide how else you can atone for your carelessness."

He nodded, his eyes never leaving the floor. The fear and excitement grew as he began to pick up the crumbs with his trembling fingers, the crop hovering above him like a dark cloud promising a storm.

The Mistress's footsteps retreated, leaving him alone in the kitchen. The sissy maid felt a trickle of sweat run down his spine as he worked meticulously. He knew that any misstep would only lead to harsher punishment. As he finished cleaning, he heard her heels clicking back towards him.

"Not bad," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "But not good enough."

With a swift motion, she grabbed his wrists, pulling him to his feet. He stumbled, the heels making it difficult to balance. She marched him to the pantry, a room that held both his fear and his darkest desires.

"You'll be wearing these for a while," she said, pulling out a pair of handcuffs. The cold metal snapped around his wrists, and she proceeded to secure his ankles with a pairr of ankle cuff, leaving him immobilized and exposed. "Now, let's see how well you can serve me without the use of your hands."

The gag was the final touch, a big red ball that filled his mouth and muffled any sounds of protest. The sissy maid's eyes watered as she tightened the straps behind his head, ensuring he was utterly silenced. His heart raced in his chest, the throb of his pulse matching the tempo of the fear and excitement that danced within him.

"Now, let's see if you can be of any use to me," she said, turning away to grab something from the pantry. The sissy maid's eyes searched the room, desperate for a clue of what was to come. His breaths grew shallower as he heard the clinking of chains and the sound of something heavy being dragged across the floor.

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