Ready to sleep
This sweet sissy maid is ready to go sleep after a hard day pleasing her Mistress. Maybe in retribution for his good job, his Mistress maybe will tied him up and gagged to help her sissyy maid having sweet dreams.
In the quiet corner of a dimly lit room, a slender figure moved with meticulous grace. The figure was a young sissy maid, his delicate features framed by soft locks of hair that curled slightly at the ends. His eyes, a gentle shade of blue, were lined with the subtle weariness of a long day spent in service. He had the demeanor of someone accustomed to being unseen, his movements almost a dance of silent efficiency as he went about his evening routine. The sissy maid was dressed in a short black maid's dress that hugged his slim hips and fell just above his knees, revealing a pair of white pantyhose that clung to his legs like a second skin.
The sissy maid's reflection in the mirror caught his eye as he passed. He paused to adjust the frilly apron tied snugly around his waist, ensuring that it sat just so over the dress. The fabric of the apron was a stark contrast to his outfit, a stark white that gleamed even in the muted light. It was a simple garment, but it held a world of meaning for him. It was a symbol of his submission.
The day had been particularly demanding, and his feet ached from hours spent in the unyielding heels that were part of his uniform. He knew that his Mistress valued punctuality, but he also knew she had a penchant for the dramatic. He was sure she would appreciate a well-presented sissy maid, even at this late hour.
He padded over to the bed, his heels clicking softly against the hardwood floor. The bed was large and imposing, swathed in velvet sheets that matched the deep purple walls. With a final look around the room, the sissy maid bent over to unbuckle his heels, wincing slightly as he slipped them off. He had just laid down in bed when he heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps approaching. His Mistress had arrived, her presence announced by the faint scent of her favorite perfume. The anticipation grew within him, a delicious cocktail of fear and excitement. He knew that even though he had finished his duties for the night, his service was never truly complete until she deemed it so.
The sissy maid turned to face her, his hands clasped behind his back and his eyes cast down in deference. She stood in the doorway, tall and commanding, her eyes scanning the room before landing on him. She wore a silk robe that barely contained her ample curves, and the sight of her made him feel both small and alive.
"Sweetie," she purred, her voice a low, sultry whisper. "You've done well today. But I think we can make your dreams even sweeter, don't you?"
The sissy maid felt his pulse quicken as she stepped closer, her fingers brushing against his cheek. He nodded eagerly, his voice a breathy squeak.
"Yes, Mistress."
Her smile grew wicked, and she reached into the pocket of her robe, pulling out a length of velvet rope and a ball gag. The sissy maid's eyes widened slightly, but he didn't protest. He knew what was to come, and a thrill shot through him at the thought of it.
"Good boy," she murmured, her hand tracing the line of his jaw. "Let's see how well you can sleep like this."
Without another word, she began to bind him, the soft fabric of the rope wrapping around his wrists with surprising strength. His heart raced as she secured his arms above his head, attaching them to the headboard. The sissy maid couldn't help but whimper slightly, his eyes never leaving hers. They were filled with a fiery dominance that made his stomach flutter. He felt vulnerable and exposed, but also incredibly aroused by her actions.
Mistress took her time, savoring each moment as she bound his ankles to the footboard, thus preventing the slightest movement of him in the bed. She stepped back to admire her work, a look of satisfaction crossing her features. "Now," she said, her voice a gentle caress in the otherwise silent room, "Let's make sure you don't wake up too early."
The ball gag was next. She approached the bed with a knowing smile, the rubber sphere seeming to grow larger as it approached his mouth. He opened for her, eager to please, and she slipped it in with practiced ease. The sissy maid felt the gag fill his mouth, the leather strap snug against his cheeks as she fastened it behind his head. The sudden muffling of his cries only heightened his excitement, making him feel even more at her mercy.
Mistress then reached for his dress, lifting the short skirt to reveal his white, lacy panties. He squirmed slightly under her gaze, feeling the warmth spread from his cheeks to his chest and down to his crotch. She ran her hand over the fabric, feeling the chastity cage that traps his cock beneath. A smirk played on her lips as she traced the outline of his panties, her nails lightly scratching his sensitive skin.
Finally, she leaned over, her breasts pressing against his chest, and whispered into his ear, "Sleep tight, my little sissy." With that, she turned and disappeared into the shadows of the room, leaving him bound and gagged, his body buzzing with anticipation.
The sissy maid lay there, his breath coming in shallow gasps around the gag as his mind began to dream of fantasies of submission.
The sissy maid's reflection in the mirror caught his eye as he passed. He paused to adjust the frilly apron tied snugly around his waist, ensuring that it sat just so over the dress. The fabric of the apron was a stark contrast to his outfit, a stark white that gleamed even in the muted light. It was a simple garment, but it held a world of meaning for him. It was a symbol of his submission.
The day had been particularly demanding, and his feet ached from hours spent in the unyielding heels that were part of his uniform. He knew that his Mistress valued punctuality, but he also knew she had a penchant for the dramatic. He was sure she would appreciate a well-presented sissy maid, even at this late hour.
He padded over to the bed, his heels clicking softly against the hardwood floor. The bed was large and imposing, swathed in velvet sheets that matched the deep purple walls. With a final look around the room, the sissy maid bent over to unbuckle his heels, wincing slightly as he slipped them off. He had just laid down in bed when he heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps approaching. His Mistress had arrived, her presence announced by the faint scent of her favorite perfume. The anticipation grew within him, a delicious cocktail of fear and excitement. He knew that even though he had finished his duties for the night, his service was never truly complete until she deemed it so.
The sissy maid turned to face her, his hands clasped behind his back and his eyes cast down in deference. She stood in the doorway, tall and commanding, her eyes scanning the room before landing on him. She wore a silk robe that barely contained her ample curves, and the sight of her made him feel both small and alive.
"Sweetie," she purred, her voice a low, sultry whisper. "You've done well today. But I think we can make your dreams even sweeter, don't you?"
The sissy maid felt his pulse quicken as she stepped closer, her fingers brushing against his cheek. He nodded eagerly, his voice a breathy squeak.
"Yes, Mistress."
Her smile grew wicked, and she reached into the pocket of her robe, pulling out a length of velvet rope and a ball gag. The sissy maid's eyes widened slightly, but he didn't protest. He knew what was to come, and a thrill shot through him at the thought of it.
"Good boy," she murmured, her hand tracing the line of his jaw. "Let's see how well you can sleep like this."
Without another word, she began to bind him, the soft fabric of the rope wrapping around his wrists with surprising strength. His heart raced as she secured his arms above his head, attaching them to the headboard. The sissy maid couldn't help but whimper slightly, his eyes never leaving hers. They were filled with a fiery dominance that made his stomach flutter. He felt vulnerable and exposed, but also incredibly aroused by her actions.
Mistress took her time, savoring each moment as she bound his ankles to the footboard, thus preventing the slightest movement of him in the bed. She stepped back to admire her work, a look of satisfaction crossing her features. "Now," she said, her voice a gentle caress in the otherwise silent room, "Let's make sure you don't wake up too early."
The ball gag was next. She approached the bed with a knowing smile, the rubber sphere seeming to grow larger as it approached his mouth. He opened for her, eager to please, and she slipped it in with practiced ease. The sissy maid felt the gag fill his mouth, the leather strap snug against his cheeks as she fastened it behind his head. The sudden muffling of his cries only heightened his excitement, making him feel even more at her mercy.
Mistress then reached for his dress, lifting the short skirt to reveal his white, lacy panties. He squirmed slightly under her gaze, feeling the warmth spread from his cheeks to his chest and down to his crotch. She ran her hand over the fabric, feeling the chastity cage that traps his cock beneath. A smirk played on her lips as she traced the outline of his panties, her nails lightly scratching his sensitive skin.
Finally, she leaned over, her breasts pressing against his chest, and whispered into his ear, "Sleep tight, my little sissy." With that, she turned and disappeared into the shadows of the room, leaving him bound and gagged, his body buzzing with anticipation.
The sissy maid lay there, his breath coming in shallow gasps around the gag as his mind began to dream of fantasies of submission.
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