Running errands

A good sissy maid always running errands for his Mistress. Here we have a proud sissy maid go shopping for his Mistress, showing himself very submissive in his lovely dress and pantyhose. All people just cannot appart their eyes of him.

 

"Oh, darling, you really must get me those new stockings," his Mistress said with a sly smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she lounged on the velvet couch.

"Of course, Mistress," the sissy maid replied, his voice a high-pitched squeak of submission. He took meticulous notes on the pad he carried, his hand trembling slightly. "White, size queen, just as you like."

The sissy maid went directly to the mall after receiving his Mistress's instructions. He walked with a graceful sway, his hips moving from side to side in his tight black maid dress and white pantyhose. The click-clack of his high heels echoed through the mall's gleaming corridors, turning heads as he passed by. His heart raced with excitement and a hint of fear at the thought of being out in public like this. He knew he was a spectacle, but the thrill of serving his Mistress was intoxicating.

Entering the lingerie store, he was greeted by a wall of lace and satin. The scent of perfume filled the air, making his already sensitive nose tingle. He approached the counter, his cheeks a rosy pink under the harsh store lights. The cashier, a young woman with piercing blue eyes and a knowing smile, looked him up and down. She raised an eyebrow but said nothing as he began to nervously explain his mission.

"I need the finest white stockings, size queen, please," he stuttered, his voice a mix of excitement and trepidation. She nodded, her eyes never leaving him, and led him to a display of stockings. The sissy maid's eyes widened as he took in the selection. Each pair was more alluring than the last, but he knew better than to pick something that wasn't perfect for his Mistress. He squinted, examining the fabric and the way the lace trim caught the light.

After what felt like an eternity, he found the ideal stockings. They were sheer and smooth, with a delicate lace band that would surely make his Mistress's legs look like a dream. The sissy maid took a deep breath, his heart racing as he handed them over to the cashier. She rang them up, her eyes never leaving him, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of arousal at the way she was watching him.

"Will there be anything else, darling?" she asked, her tone dripping with amusement. He thought for a moment, his eyes darting around the store, before spotting a set of matching lingerie that would complement the stockings perfectly. "I'll also take that set," he said, pointing shakily.

The cashier's smile grew wider as she scanned the items. "Going for the full look, I see." She winked at him, and he felt a warm flush spread across his cheeks. "Your Mistress will be thrilled," she said, handing him the bag with a knowing wink.

The sissy maid took the bag, clutching it to his chest as if it contained the crown jewels. He couldn't wait to get home and present his findings to his Mistress. He knew she would be pleased with his obedience and taste. The anticipation grew with every step he took back to the house, his mind racing with the delicious punishments and rewards that awaited him.

As he approached the entrance, he took a moment to compose himself, smoothing out his dress and straightening his apron. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow on the cobblestone path leading up to the grand manor. The ivy that climbed the walls seemed to beckon him closer, whispering sweet nothings of submission and servitude. With a final deep breath, he pushed open the heavy oak door and stepped inside.