Happiness
After a day of pleasing her Mistress with devotion, this lovely maid is ready to rest, happy for the well done job. Sweet dreams hun.
"Oh, Mistress," the young sissy maid's voice quivered, "I'm so sorry for the mistake, I promise it won't happen again."
His Mistress's eyes narrowed as she stared at the trembling figure before her. She was a formidable woman, tall and commanding, with hair pulled back into a tight bun that accentuated her sharp features. She tapped her foot impatiently, the sound echoing through the grand hallway of the estate.
The young sissy maid was dressed in a really short black maid dress that barely covered his thighs. The dress was a size too small, stretching tightly across his chest and highlighting his curves in a way that was both humiliating and thrilling to him. His wrists were adorned with long, white gloves that reached up to his elbows, and his legs were sheathed in tan stockings that ended at the base of his black high heels. He felt the material dig into his skin as he shifted his weight nervously.
His Mistress took a deep breath, her nostrils flaring slightly. "Sweetie," she said, her voice a cool, measured tone, "you know the rules. You've been with us for over a month now."
The sissy maid nodded frantically, his heart racing in his chest. "I do, Mistress. I do know the rules. It's just that..." He trailed off, not knowing how to explain his carelessness without sounding like a whiner.
His Mistress stepped closer, her heels clicking against the marble floor. She leaned down to look him directly in the eye. "Then why did you fail?"
The sissy maid's cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink. He knew better than to argue with Miss Clarisse. "I'm sorry, Mistress," he murmured. "I'll do better tomorrow."
His Mistress straightened up, a slight smile playing on her lips. "I'm sure you will," she said. "But for now, go to your quarters and prepare for the evening. You've earned your rest."
With a grateful curtsy, the young sissy maid hurried away, his heels clacking a quick staccato as he practically ran. His thoughts were a whirlwind of relief and anticipation. Despite the fear he felt in his Mistress's presence, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction at having survived another day of her scrutiny. It was as if every challenge she threw his way brought him closer to some elusive prize that was just out of reach.
His Mistress's eyes narrowed as she stared at the trembling figure before her. She was a formidable woman, tall and commanding, with hair pulled back into a tight bun that accentuated her sharp features. She tapped her foot impatiently, the sound echoing through the grand hallway of the estate.
The young sissy maid was dressed in a really short black maid dress that barely covered his thighs. The dress was a size too small, stretching tightly across his chest and highlighting his curves in a way that was both humiliating and thrilling to him. His wrists were adorned with long, white gloves that reached up to his elbows, and his legs were sheathed in tan stockings that ended at the base of his black high heels. He felt the material dig into his skin as he shifted his weight nervously.
His Mistress took a deep breath, her nostrils flaring slightly. "Sweetie," she said, her voice a cool, measured tone, "you know the rules. You've been with us for over a month now."
The sissy maid nodded frantically, his heart racing in his chest. "I do, Mistress. I do know the rules. It's just that..." He trailed off, not knowing how to explain his carelessness without sounding like a whiner.
His Mistress stepped closer, her heels clicking against the marble floor. She leaned down to look him directly in the eye. "Then why did you fail?"
The sissy maid's cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink. He knew better than to argue with Miss Clarisse. "I'm sorry, Mistress," he murmured. "I'll do better tomorrow."
His Mistress straightened up, a slight smile playing on her lips. "I'm sure you will," she said. "But for now, go to your quarters and prepare for the evening. You've earned your rest."
With a grateful curtsy, the young sissy maid hurried away, his heels clacking a quick staccato as he practically ran. His thoughts were a whirlwind of relief and anticipation. Despite the fear he felt in his Mistress's presence, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction at having survived another day of her scrutiny. It was as if every challenge she threw his way brought him closer to some elusive prize that was just out of reach.
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