Ready to please
How lovely is to see a sweet sissy maid ready to please to his Mistress, properly dressed in his most sexy maid clothes. His hapiness is to please her Mistress.
In the quiet, tree-lined suburbs of a bustling city, a peculiar figure could be found on the porch of a stately Victorian home. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow that danced across the freshly polished shoes of a young sissy maid. His blond hair was meticulously styled, and his eyes were a soft shade of blue that twinkled with a hint of mischief. He was dressed in a short black maid's dress that clung to his slender frame, accentuating every curve and angle. Underneath, he wore white stockings that ended just above his knees, and his feet were adorned with a pair of shiny black high heels that clicked against the wooden floorboards as he moved.
The sissy maid looked over his outfit with a critical eye, ensuring not a single thread was out of place. The dress had been chosen by his Mistress, who had an eye for detail that was nothing short of obsessive. She had picked it out herself from the local lingerie shop, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she held it against his body, imagining how it would look once he had it on. The fabric was smooth and cool against his skin, a stark contrast to the warm evening air that enveloped him.
The door to the house creaked open, and the sissy maid's heart skipped a beat. His Mistress, a tall, commanding woman with fiery red hair, stepped out. She surveyed the scene before her, her sharp green eyes sweeping over the siss maid's attire. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she took in the sight of him in his maid's outfit, looking every inch the part. "Good evening, sweetie," she purred, her voice dripping with sweetness and authority.
"Good evening, Mistress," he replied, his voice small and respectful. He had learned that tone of voice early on, the one that made his Mistress feel powerful and in control. It was a game they both played, and the sissy maid had become quite adept at it. "I've been waiting for your instructions," he added, his hands clasped in front of him in a pose of submission.
Mistress nodded approvingly. "You've done well," she said, her eyes lingering on the bow that was tied around his waist. She stepped closer, her heels echoing through the stillness of the evening. "But remember, sissy, your true happiness lies in pleasing me."
The sissy maid's cheeks flushed with a mix of excitement and trepidation. He knew what she meant, and he felt a thrill of anticipation run through him. His role as her sissy maid was one that brought him both fear and pleasure, and he was eager to begin his duties for the night.
The sissy maid looked over his outfit with a critical eye, ensuring not a single thread was out of place. The dress had been chosen by his Mistress, who had an eye for detail that was nothing short of obsessive. She had picked it out herself from the local lingerie shop, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she held it against his body, imagining how it would look once he had it on. The fabric was smooth and cool against his skin, a stark contrast to the warm evening air that enveloped him.
The door to the house creaked open, and the sissy maid's heart skipped a beat. His Mistress, a tall, commanding woman with fiery red hair, stepped out. She surveyed the scene before her, her sharp green eyes sweeping over the siss maid's attire. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she took in the sight of him in his maid's outfit, looking every inch the part. "Good evening, sweetie," she purred, her voice dripping with sweetness and authority.
"Good evening, Mistress," he replied, his voice small and respectful. He had learned that tone of voice early on, the one that made his Mistress feel powerful and in control. It was a game they both played, and the sissy maid had become quite adept at it. "I've been waiting for your instructions," he added, his hands clasped in front of him in a pose of submission.
Mistress nodded approvingly. "You've done well," she said, her eyes lingering on the bow that was tied around his waist. She stepped closer, her heels echoing through the stillness of the evening. "But remember, sissy, your true happiness lies in pleasing me."
The sissy maid's cheeks flushed with a mix of excitement and trepidation. He knew what she meant, and he felt a thrill of anticipation run through him. His role as her sissy maid was one that brought him both fear and pleasure, and he was eager to begin his duties for the night.
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