Ready

Ready

A sissy maid always must be ready to serve to his Mistress, always wearing according to his position, with a short maid dress, pantyhose and high heels.
 
Gorgeous sissy maid standing in a short black maid dress, black opaques and black high heels

"Oh, for the love of...," his wife groaned as she stepped into the living room. The mess was overwhelming—clothes scattered like confetti, dishes piled up like a porcelain mountain range, and a trail of mud snaked its way from the door to the couch. Her husband had promised to clean up before she got home from work. That was two hours ago. She tossed her purse on the chair with a sigh and kicked off her shoes. "What's the point of asking you to do one simple thing?" she mumbled to herself.

But then she spotted it, a spark of hope in the chaos. On the coffee table lay a neatly folded note: "Surprise for you, my love. In the bedroom. - Your hubby"

Wife's heart skipped a beat. Surprises were rare these days. She padded down the hallway, her curiosity piqued. The door was slightly ajar, and she could hear faint sounds of rustling fabric and muffled whispers. She pushed it open and froze. The sight before her was... unexpected.

There, in the middle of their messy bedroom, stood a figure dressed in a black maid's outfit. Lace lingerie peeked out from under the short, frilly dress, and black opaque tights hugged the figure's legs all the way up to the knees. The room smelled faintly of starch and lemon cleaner—like a mix of grandma's house and a freshly waxed floor. High heels clicked softly against the wooden floorboards as the figure turned to face her.

"Welcome home, Mistress," said a voice that was unmistakably her husband's, but with a newfound softness to it. He curtsied, the gesture surprisingly graceful. The transformation was so complete that for a moment, she had to blink to make sure she wasn't dreaming. Her eyes widened as she took in the full picture—her husband, in a black maid's dress with a white apron, his hair pulled back into a neat bun.

"What... what are you doing?" she managed to ask, her voice barely above a whisper.

He looked up, a blush spreading across his cheeks. "I wanted to surprise you, honey. I know how much you love the idea of... you know, being in charge." He bit his lip, a hint of excitement in his eyes. "I figured I'd give it a try. Will you let me be your sissy maid?"

Her mind raced, trying to process the scene before her. She had mentioned the idea once, in passing, during a particularly steamy conversation. But she never thought her husband would take it this far—or that he'd look so... alluring. She swallowed hard, her hand reaching for the doorknob almost of its own accord. "Well," she said, her voice steadying, "I suppose we should see what kind of maid you make."

The room was a stark contrast to the chaos outside—everything was neatly arranged, the bed made with military precision, and not a speck of dust in sight. It was as if a different person had taken over the space, leaving behind the usual mess of their lives.

His eyes lit up with hope. "I've been waiting for you," he said, his voice now a mix of his usual gruffness and a newfound sultry tone. "How can I serve you tonight, Mistress?"

She stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. "First," she said, "I want you to clean up the house. Then, you can make us dinner. After that..." She trailed off, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "We'll see what other... duties you're capable of."

The sissy maid nodded eagerly, the lace of his panties peeking out from beneath the apron. "As you wish, Mistress," he responded, a hint of excitement in his voice.

The evening unfolded as she watched her husband become something she had never imagined. The way he moved around the house, the way he spoke, the way he served her—it was all so... thrilling. She found herself getting turned on by his submissive behavior, and the power dynamic was intoxicating.

As the house grew cleaner and dinner was prepared, She couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement and arousal watching her husband in his new role. His movements were more deliberate and graceful than she had ever seen him, and the way the black dress swayed with his hips was surprisingly mesmerizing. He had even painted his nails a soft pink to complete the look.

The tension grew palpable as the hours passed, each task completed with an eagerness that was both endearing and incredibly sexy. She found herself looking forward to the moment when she could finally take charge of her obedient sissy maid. The smell of roast chicken wafted from the kitchen, mingling with the sweet scent of freshly baked cookies.

Finally, the house was spotless, and dinner was served. They sat at the dining table, which had been set with their finest china and a bouquet of roses in the center. He had even put on a pair of lacy gloves to serve her, the kind she had only ever seen in movies. His eyes never left hers as he filled her wine glass, his expression a mix of anticipation and submission.

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