Mirror
A good sissy maid should always take care of his appearance. He always must be impeccable for his Mistress, wearing a clean maid dress, with her pantyhose or stockings without tears. Otherwise the sissy maid quickly replace it just to look beautiful and attractive for his Mistress.
The sissy maid's eyes were drawn to a mirror hanging in the hallway, its frame ornately carved and gilded with gold. As he approached, the reflection that stared back at him was a beautiful sissy maid in a pristine black maid dress, her legs delicately sheathed in sheer black stockings. The silk ribbon tied around his waist highlighted the subtle curve of his hips, and the lace trim of his petticoats peeked out just enough to tease the eye. He paused, a soft smile playing on his lips, and reached up to adjust his frilly apron, ensuring every detail was perfect.
"You look absolutely exquisite," a voice purred from behind him. The sissy maid turned to see his Mistress standing there, her eyes raking over his form with a hungry gaze.
"Thank you, Mistress," he murmured, his cheeks flushing a delightful shade of pink as he dropped into a graceful curtsy. The motion caused his skirts to billow around him like a dark cloud, the fabric whispering against the wooden floor.
Mistress sauntered closer, a knowing smirk on her lips. "That mirror not lie. You are a good sissy maid," she said, her voice dripping with approval. She reached out and traced a finger along the sissy maid's jawline, making him shiver with anticipation. "But remember, beauty is fleeting. It requires constant vigilance and care to maintain."
The sissy maid nodded obediently, his eyes never leaving hers. "I will always strive to be the best maid for you, Mistress," he promised.
Mistress stepped back, her expression suddenly stern. "Remember you always must be ready to serve," she said, her eyes narrowing slightly. The sissy maid nodded, his smile fading into a look of solemn determination. He knew that his role was to be both a visual and practical pleasure for her, and he took it very seriously.
"You look absolutely exquisite," a voice purred from behind him. The sissy maid turned to see his Mistress standing there, her eyes raking over his form with a hungry gaze.
"Thank you, Mistress," he murmured, his cheeks flushing a delightful shade of pink as he dropped into a graceful curtsy. The motion caused his skirts to billow around him like a dark cloud, the fabric whispering against the wooden floor.
Mistress sauntered closer, a knowing smirk on her lips. "That mirror not lie. You are a good sissy maid," she said, her voice dripping with approval. She reached out and traced a finger along the sissy maid's jawline, making him shiver with anticipation. "But remember, beauty is fleeting. It requires constant vigilance and care to maintain."
The sissy maid nodded obediently, his eyes never leaving hers. "I will always strive to be the best maid for you, Mistress," he promised.
Mistress stepped back, her expression suddenly stern. "Remember you always must be ready to serve," she said, her eyes narrowing slightly. The sissy maid nodded, his smile fading into a look of solemn determination. He knew that his role was to be both a visual and practical pleasure for her, and he took it very seriously.
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