Collared

Awww, this lovley sissy maid was collared by his Mistress. Surely she will showing off him at the mall for the envy of all of those present. What a lucky sissy maid he is.

 

The air had the scent of fabric softener and a hint of something more - a scent that was both calming and intoxicating. It was a scent that spoke of submission and obedience, a scent that was about to become an integral part of him.

He picked up the dress with a gentle touch, the material whispering softly as it slid over his skin. The dress was a vibrant shade of pink that made his cheeks flush with excitement and apprehension. Each stitch, each bow, every lacy detail had been meticulously chosen to highlight his feminine features.

With trembling hands, he began to slip into the sheer black pantyhose. They clung to his legs like a second skin, caressing his curves and making him feel both exposed and incredibly aroused. He took a deep breath as he reached for the pink lingerie set, his heart racing as he imagined the reactions he would get from the shoppers at the mall.

The panties were the first to be pulled over his hips, the lace tickling him in the most sensitive of places. He felt a thrill of excitement as the fabric molded to his body, creating a silky barrier between his new self and the world. Next came the bra, which cupped his modest chest with surprising support, lifting and shaping him into a more feminine figure.

As he stepped into the dress, he felt a rush of excitement. The fabric was so soft and light, it was like being enveloped in a cloud of sweet submission. The dress cinched at his waist, accentuating the curves that his Mistress had so painstakingly crafted through countless hours of training and discipline. The neckline was low, revealing the soft swells of his breasts, which were pushed up by the undergarment.

Finally, he slid on the black gloves, feeling the smooth material glide over his skin, extending his arms and giving them an elegant touch. His Mistress had told him that a good maid's hands should always be covered, to protect the delicate items she would handle and to maintain a sense of mystery and allure.

He took a moment to look in the mirror, taking in his reflection. The collar around his neck gleamed in the soft light, a stark contrast to the pink bow that adorned the front of his dress. His eyes widened as he saw the transformation. He had become a vision of feminine servitude, ready to serve his Mistress' every whim.

The black high heels were the final touch. He wobbled slightly as he stepped into them, the height unfamiliar yet thrilling. With each step, he felt a newfound sense of power and vulnerability, his legs elongating and his posture adjusting to accommodate the unyielding stilettos.

He knew that the collar meant he belonged to her completely, that he would be her plaything, her servant, her sissy maid for all to see. The anticipation of the mall trip was almost too much to bear, a mix of fear and exhilaration coursing through his veins. But he knew he had no choice - he was her property now, and he would wear his new identity with pride.

The door to the room creaked open, and his Mistress's shadow fell upon him. He turned to face her, his heart racing even faster as he awaited her approval. Her eyes scanned over him, a smirk playing on her lips.

"Perfect," she murmured, her voice a siren's call. "Now, let's go shopping and show everyone what a pretty little maid you are."