Surprise review
Oh yes, your Mistress always could make a surprise review of her sissy maid, checking all her duties and clothes. Even if her sissy maid wearing her butt plug as she ordered. If her Mistress find any trouble in the review or her sissy maid is a spoled little sissy, the poor sissy maid could end up bound and gagged while being spanking for being desobidient.
The sissy maid had a slender figure. He was dressed in a frilly apron that barely covered a skimpy black dress. Long legs, encased in sheer black pantyhose, stretched out from under the hem, ending in a pair of shiny high heels that clicked against the tiles.
The sissy maid paused, glancing at the clock. It was almost time for the review. A shiver of excitement—or was it fear?—ran down the spine. The Mistress was known for her meticulous nature and her unpredictable mood swings. A single misplaced item or a smudge on the spotless windows could lead to a lecture or, worse, a punishment. The sissy maid took a deep breath, trying to calm the butterflies in his stomach, feeling the familiar weight of the butt plug as a constant reminder of his submission.
The sound of the front door opening sent the sissy maid's heart racing. The click of the Mistress's stilettos grew louder, approaching the kitchen. She always made an entrance, her power radiating through the very air she displaced. The sissy maid straightened his posture, smoothing out his dress and hoping that today would be a good day, that his efforts would be deemed satisfactory.
The Mistress appeared in the doorway, a vision of dominance in her tight-fitting latex outfit that left little to the imagination. Her eyes swept the room, looking for any sign of imperfection. She tapped a riding crop against her thigh, a gesture that could mean anything from approval to a warning. The Mistress focus her gaze in the sissy maid's outfit. "Lift up your dress." the Mistress ordered him to reveal the black pantyhose and the butt plug.
The sissy maid's cheeks flushed red as he obeyed, the material of the apron whispering against his thighs. The Mistress's eyes narrowed, scrutinizing the way the pantyhose clung to his legs and the way the butt plug's base peeked out from beneath the dress's hem. "You've been a good little slut, haven't you?" she murmured, the tone of her voice leaving no room for doubt or protest.
"Yes, Mistress," the sissy maid replied meekly, feeling the anticipation build. He knew the review was just the beginning of the evening's events. The Mistress stepped closer, the scent of her leather boots and the faint hint of her perfume filling the air. She reached out and trailed a gloved finger along the sissy maid's collarbone, down to the neckline of the dress. "But have you done everything I've asked of you?"
The sissy maid felt a bead of sweat form at his brow. He'd done his best to be perfect, to serve and obey without question. "I believe so, Mistress," he replied, his voice trembling slightly. The Mistress's eyes searched his, looking for any sign of deceit or rebellion. Finding none, she nodded curtly. "Very well, then let us proceed."
The sissy maid paused, glancing at the clock. It was almost time for the review. A shiver of excitement—or was it fear?—ran down the spine. The Mistress was known for her meticulous nature and her unpredictable mood swings. A single misplaced item or a smudge on the spotless windows could lead to a lecture or, worse, a punishment. The sissy maid took a deep breath, trying to calm the butterflies in his stomach, feeling the familiar weight of the butt plug as a constant reminder of his submission.
The sound of the front door opening sent the sissy maid's heart racing. The click of the Mistress's stilettos grew louder, approaching the kitchen. She always made an entrance, her power radiating through the very air she displaced. The sissy maid straightened his posture, smoothing out his dress and hoping that today would be a good day, that his efforts would be deemed satisfactory.
The Mistress appeared in the doorway, a vision of dominance in her tight-fitting latex outfit that left little to the imagination. Her eyes swept the room, looking for any sign of imperfection. She tapped a riding crop against her thigh, a gesture that could mean anything from approval to a warning. The Mistress focus her gaze in the sissy maid's outfit. "Lift up your dress." the Mistress ordered him to reveal the black pantyhose and the butt plug.
The sissy maid's cheeks flushed red as he obeyed, the material of the apron whispering against his thighs. The Mistress's eyes narrowed, scrutinizing the way the pantyhose clung to his legs and the way the butt plug's base peeked out from beneath the dress's hem. "You've been a good little slut, haven't you?" she murmured, the tone of her voice leaving no room for doubt or protest.
"Yes, Mistress," the sissy maid replied meekly, feeling the anticipation build. He knew the review was just the beginning of the evening's events. The Mistress stepped closer, the scent of her leather boots and the faint hint of her perfume filling the air. She reached out and trailed a gloved finger along the sissy maid's collarbone, down to the neckline of the dress. "But have you done everything I've asked of you?"
The sissy maid felt a bead of sweat form at his brow. He'd done his best to be perfect, to serve and obey without question. "I believe so, Mistress," he replied, his voice trembling slightly. The Mistress's eyes searched his, looking for any sign of deceit or rebellion. Finding none, she nodded curtly. "Very well, then let us proceed."
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