Rubber doll
If your Mistress is into rubber fetish, well, it is highly probaby that she orders you to use a rubber doll head. You love to please your Mistress so you gladly will use this to her amusement.
The feminine rubber doll head was a recent addition to the sissy maid's wardrobe, a peculiar accessory that came with a set of instructions from his Mistress, a woman who loved to push the boundaries of his servitude.
The sissy maid took a deep breath and placed it gently on his own head, the smell of fresh rubber filling his nostrils. It was snug, almost too much so, but the feeling of confinement was oddly comforting. The elastic chin strap was adjusted, and with a few tugs, the head was securely fastened, turning him into a silent specter of submission.
The clock chimed, a reminder that he had chores to attend to. The sissy maid rose gracefully, the black maid dress swaying around his legs, and walked to the mirror. The doll's face reflected back at him, a stark contrast to his own masculine features. His eyes searched the reflection, looking for any trace of the person he used to be before the transformation into this rubber doll sissy maid. The long black gloves and shiny pantyhose clung to his body, adding to the illusion of femininity that now surrounded him. He took one last look at his reflection in the mirror and stepped into the high-heeled shoes that had become a second skin to his feet.
His heart raced with excitement and anticipation, knowing that Mistress would be home soon to inspect his work—and perhaps indulge in a bit of play with her new rubber toy.
The sissy maid began his duties with a newfound vigor, the sound of his high heels clicking against the cold tiles of the kitchen floor echoing through the empty house. He took a moment to appreciate the way the rubber hugged his skin, creating a smooth, unblemished surface that made him feel like a real-life doll come to life.
The doorbell rang, and the sissy maid's heart skipped a beat. It was Mistress, returning home earlier than expected. He hurried to the door, the doll's rubber face bobbing with each step. He tried to compose himself, knowing that she would expect perfection. He swung the door open with a dramatic flourish, revealing himself in all his rubber-clad glory.
Mistress stepped in, a smirk playing on her lips as she took in the sight of her creation. She was dressed in a tight leather corset, her hair pulled back into a severe bun. She carried a riding crop in her hand, which she slapped against her thigh as she surveyed the room.
"Well, well, well," she said, her voice dripping with amusement. "What do we have here?"
The sissy maid dropped into a low curtsy, the doll's rubber head tilting back as he tried to keep his balance. "Welcome home, Mistress," he said, his voice muffled by the mask.
Mistress chuckled, her eyes traveling up and down the length of his body. "You look absolutely stunning," she said, her voice thick with sarcasm. "I can't wait to see what you've done with the place."
He knew better than to argue. Instead, he turned and glided through the house, showing her each room he had meticulously cleaned. The smell of leather and rubber mingled in the air as they moved from one space to the next, the tension building with every step.
The sissy maid took a deep breath and placed it gently on his own head, the smell of fresh rubber filling his nostrils. It was snug, almost too much so, but the feeling of confinement was oddly comforting. The elastic chin strap was adjusted, and with a few tugs, the head was securely fastened, turning him into a silent specter of submission.
The clock chimed, a reminder that he had chores to attend to. The sissy maid rose gracefully, the black maid dress swaying around his legs, and walked to the mirror. The doll's face reflected back at him, a stark contrast to his own masculine features. His eyes searched the reflection, looking for any trace of the person he used to be before the transformation into this rubber doll sissy maid. The long black gloves and shiny pantyhose clung to his body, adding to the illusion of femininity that now surrounded him. He took one last look at his reflection in the mirror and stepped into the high-heeled shoes that had become a second skin to his feet.
His heart raced with excitement and anticipation, knowing that Mistress would be home soon to inspect his work—and perhaps indulge in a bit of play with her new rubber toy.
The sissy maid began his duties with a newfound vigor, the sound of his high heels clicking against the cold tiles of the kitchen floor echoing through the empty house. He took a moment to appreciate the way the rubber hugged his skin, creating a smooth, unblemished surface that made him feel like a real-life doll come to life.
The doorbell rang, and the sissy maid's heart skipped a beat. It was Mistress, returning home earlier than expected. He hurried to the door, the doll's rubber face bobbing with each step. He tried to compose himself, knowing that she would expect perfection. He swung the door open with a dramatic flourish, revealing himself in all his rubber-clad glory.
Mistress stepped in, a smirk playing on her lips as she took in the sight of her creation. She was dressed in a tight leather corset, her hair pulled back into a severe bun. She carried a riding crop in her hand, which she slapped against her thigh as she surveyed the room.
"Well, well, well," she said, her voice dripping with amusement. "What do we have here?"
The sissy maid dropped into a low curtsy, the doll's rubber head tilting back as he tried to keep his balance. "Welcome home, Mistress," he said, his voice muffled by the mask.
Mistress chuckled, her eyes traveling up and down the length of his body. "You look absolutely stunning," she said, her voice thick with sarcasm. "I can't wait to see what you've done with the place."
He knew better than to argue. Instead, he turned and glided through the house, showing her each room he had meticulously cleaned. The smell of leather and rubber mingled in the air as they moved from one space to the next, the tension building with every step.
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