Taking care of his Mistress
This lovely sissy maid is ready to serve to his Mistress a dish of fruits, taking care of her health. He loves his Mistress very much.
The sissy maid, in a black dress that hugged their curves like a lover's embrace, had spent hours preparing the meal. The fruit was meticulously selected, each piece a burst of color against the starkness of the china plate. They had practiced the perfect swish of their hips as they walked, the way the skirt of their dress fluttered with every step, and the delicate balance of the tray as they navigated the hallway to their Mistress's chamber. The heels of their shoes clicked a staccato beat against the marble floor, echoing through the grand house like the ticking of an invisible clock.
"Mistress," the maid announced, pushing the heavy oak door open with a gentle nudge of their hip. The room was a sanctuary of velvet and silk, the bed a mountain of plush pillows and satin sheets. The Mistress lay sprawled across the bed, her dark hair spilling over the pillows like a waterfall. She stirred at the sound, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her lips as she took in the sight before her.
"Ah, sweetie," she purred, her eyes lingering on the tray of fruit. "How thoughtful of you to prepare my favorite."
The sissy maid felt a warm glow spread through their chest at her words. It was always a thrill to serve her, to bask in her approval. They set the tray down on the nightstand with care, ensuring not a single berry rolled out of place. "Is there anything else you require, Mistress?" they asked, their voice a soft whisper that seemed to float on the air.
The Mistress sat up, her movements languid and graceful. She looked the maid up and down, a smoldering look in her eyes. "Perhaps a bit later," she said, her voice a silky promise that sent a shiver down the maid's spine. "But for now, I think I'll just enjoy my breakfast."
The sissy maid nodded, a blush coloring their cheeks. They knew what was expected of them and took pride in fulfilling their duties. With a quick curtsy, they retreated from the room, their heart pounding in their chest. The day had barely begun, and already it was shaping up to be a delightful one.
"Mistress," the maid announced, pushing the heavy oak door open with a gentle nudge of their hip. The room was a sanctuary of velvet and silk, the bed a mountain of plush pillows and satin sheets. The Mistress lay sprawled across the bed, her dark hair spilling over the pillows like a waterfall. She stirred at the sound, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her lips as she took in the sight before her.
"Ah, sweetie," she purred, her eyes lingering on the tray of fruit. "How thoughtful of you to prepare my favorite."
The sissy maid felt a warm glow spread through their chest at her words. It was always a thrill to serve her, to bask in her approval. They set the tray down on the nightstand with care, ensuring not a single berry rolled out of place. "Is there anything else you require, Mistress?" they asked, their voice a soft whisper that seemed to float on the air.
The Mistress sat up, her movements languid and graceful. She looked the maid up and down, a smoldering look in her eyes. "Perhaps a bit later," she said, her voice a silky promise that sent a shiver down the maid's spine. "But for now, I think I'll just enjoy my breakfast."
The sissy maid nodded, a blush coloring their cheeks. They knew what was expected of them and took pride in fulfilling their duties. With a quick curtsy, they retreated from the room, their heart pounding in their chest. The day had barely begun, and already it was shaping up to be a delightful one.
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