Stockings

 Stockings

 If your mistress orders you to use stockings, you always, I mean always, must show the stockings welt. Otherwise you could be severely punished by your mistress.
 
Beautiful sissy maid standing in a short black maid dress with white stockings and black high heels

 "are you wearing your stockings correctly?"

The sissy maid looked down at his legs, the white material perfectly sheathing them. He had learned the hard way that any mistake was met with a swift and painful correction. "Yes, Mistress," he replied, hoping that his voice didn't betray the tremble in his hands as he adjusted the garters one last time.

His Mistress walked in, her high heels clicking against the wooden floor. She was dressed in a figure-hugging dress that accentuated every curve, and the sissy maid's eyes were drawn to her shapely legs, adorned with stockings of her own. She was a strict woman, with a penchant for order and discipline. "Let me see," she said, her eyes narrowing as she approached.

The sissy maid stood up from the chair, his heart racing. He knew the drill. He lifted one leg and placed his foot on the edge of the seat, displaying the stocking-clad limb for her inspection. She stepped closer, her breath warm against his skin as she leaned down to examine the stocking. Her fingertips trailed along his calf, and he felt himself stiffen in response, though he knew better than to act on it without permission.

His Mistress's gaze was sharp, scrutinizing every inch of the stocking. "Good," she murmured, her eyes meeting his for a brief, electric moment before she stood upright again. "You know what happens when you don't wear them properly," she said, her tone a warning that sent a shiver down his spine.

The sissy maid nodded, his throat dry. "Yes, Mistress," he said, his voice hoarse.

Her smile was cold and calculated. "Then let's not have any surprises tonight, shall we?"

The anticipation grew as he waited for her next instruction, the tension in the room thick enough to slice with a knife. He knew the evening was going to be intense, and it had nothing to do with the dinner party they were supposed to attend. It was the private lessons that came after that had his stomach in knots.

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