A day in the yard
This sweet sissy maid is so happy to please his Mistress in the yard when she is with her new lover. The maid is always ready to do whatever his Mistress orders him, even to please to her lover just for the amusement of her Mistress.
"Oh, darling, isn't it just a gorgeous day for a little garden party?" his Mistress cooed, her voice as sugary sweet as the lemonade she was mixing. She stepped out of the French doors, her high heels clacking against the wooden floorboards before descending onto the plush emerald grass of the backyard.
Her eyes sparkled with mischief as they fell upon her sissy maid, who was meticulously arranging the patio furniture. His short black dress billowed slightly in the breeze, the white pantyhose and black high heels adding an unexpected flair to the otherwise typical maid attire. He looked up, his cheeks flushing a rosy shade as he took in her radiant smile.
"Yes, Mistress," he replied, his voice as soft as the fabric of the dress that clung to his curvy form. "I've set up the table just as you instructed."
His Mistress's gaze swept over the pristine yard, the flowers in full bloom, their vibrant colors popping against the lush greenery. She nodded approvingly at the sissy maid's handiwork before her eyes drifted to the figure lounging by the pool. It was her new lover, a man with a chiseled jaw and a body that could make the angels weep with envy. He was shirtless, his muscular chest glistening with sunscreen and sweat, the water of the pool reflecting off his taut abs.
"Perfect, sweetie," she purred. "Now, go fetch my lover a cold towel and some more refreshments, won't you? And make sure to bend over just right when you serve him. I want him to get a good look at your...assets."
The sissy maid felt a mix of excitement and anxiety at the thought of serving her lover, especially under his Mistress's watchful eye. He knew she enjoyed flaunting him, turning his humiliation into a spectacle for her own amusement. But the thrill of serving her, of being used by her, was a heady cocktail he couldn't resist.
With a nod, the sissy maid scurried off to the kitchen, his heart racing in his chest. The coldness of the marble countertop was a stark contrast to the warmth of his skin as he filled a tray with a chilled pitcher of lemonade and a plate of freshly sliced fruit. He took a deep breath, straightened his dress, and made his way back outside.
As he approached his Mistress's lover, the sizzle of the BBQ filled the air, mixing with the faint scent of chlorine from the pool. Her lover looked up from his book, his eyes traveling up the sissy maid's legs, pausing at the round curves of his hips, and lingering on the way the dress clung to his chest. The sissy maid felt a thrill run through him, his nipples hardening against the fabric.
"Thank you, sissy," her lover said with a smirk, reaching for the towel.
His Mistress watched from the sidelines, her eyes glinting with satisfaction as the sissy maid bent over to serve. She knew exactly what her lover was thinking, and the power she had over both of them only fueled her desire to push the sissy maid further.
"Good boy," she murmured, patting the sissy maid's head gently. "Now, why don't you go wipe down the pool chairs? I'm sure my lover's friends will be here any minute."
The sissy maid's stomach flipped at the mention of guests. He hadn't realized there would be an audience for his servitude. But, as always, he knew better than to protest. With a quick curtsy, he picked up the wet wipes and made his way to the poolside chairs, his every move a deliberate dance of submission for his Mistress's entertainment.
The anticipation grew as the first of the guests began to arrive, the sound of laughter and chatter filling the air. The sissy maid felt both excited and terrified, knowing that the real fun was just about to begin.
Her eyes sparkled with mischief as they fell upon her sissy maid, who was meticulously arranging the patio furniture. His short black dress billowed slightly in the breeze, the white pantyhose and black high heels adding an unexpected flair to the otherwise typical maid attire. He looked up, his cheeks flushing a rosy shade as he took in her radiant smile.
"Yes, Mistress," he replied, his voice as soft as the fabric of the dress that clung to his curvy form. "I've set up the table just as you instructed."
His Mistress's gaze swept over the pristine yard, the flowers in full bloom, their vibrant colors popping against the lush greenery. She nodded approvingly at the sissy maid's handiwork before her eyes drifted to the figure lounging by the pool. It was her new lover, a man with a chiseled jaw and a body that could make the angels weep with envy. He was shirtless, his muscular chest glistening with sunscreen and sweat, the water of the pool reflecting off his taut abs.
"Perfect, sweetie," she purred. "Now, go fetch my lover a cold towel and some more refreshments, won't you? And make sure to bend over just right when you serve him. I want him to get a good look at your...assets."
The sissy maid felt a mix of excitement and anxiety at the thought of serving her lover, especially under his Mistress's watchful eye. He knew she enjoyed flaunting him, turning his humiliation into a spectacle for her own amusement. But the thrill of serving her, of being used by her, was a heady cocktail he couldn't resist.
With a nod, the sissy maid scurried off to the kitchen, his heart racing in his chest. The coldness of the marble countertop was a stark contrast to the warmth of his skin as he filled a tray with a chilled pitcher of lemonade and a plate of freshly sliced fruit. He took a deep breath, straightened his dress, and made his way back outside.
As he approached his Mistress's lover, the sizzle of the BBQ filled the air, mixing with the faint scent of chlorine from the pool. Her lover looked up from his book, his eyes traveling up the sissy maid's legs, pausing at the round curves of his hips, and lingering on the way the dress clung to his chest. The sissy maid felt a thrill run through him, his nipples hardening against the fabric.
"Thank you, sissy," her lover said with a smirk, reaching for the towel.
His Mistress watched from the sidelines, her eyes glinting with satisfaction as the sissy maid bent over to serve. She knew exactly what her lover was thinking, and the power she had over both of them only fueled her desire to push the sissy maid further.
"Good boy," she murmured, patting the sissy maid's head gently. "Now, why don't you go wipe down the pool chairs? I'm sure my lover's friends will be here any minute."
The sissy maid's stomach flipped at the mention of guests. He hadn't realized there would be an audience for his servitude. But, as always, he knew better than to protest. With a quick curtsy, he picked up the wet wipes and made his way to the poolside chairs, his every move a deliberate dance of submission for his Mistress's entertainment.
The anticipation grew as the first of the guests began to arrive, the sound of laughter and chatter filling the air. The sissy maid felt both excited and terrified, knowing that the real fun was just about to begin.
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