Feeling sexy
How sweet is to find a lovely sissy maid that feel sexy herself just to thinking in please her Mistress. With that in mind, this sweet sissy maid wears her sexiest outfit to make happy her Mistress. That is so cute.
The sissy maid's heart raced as he picked up the delicate porcelain tea set. He'd never felt so sexy in his life, and yet so utterly out of place. The short maid dress felt like it was going to fly up at any moment, revealing his lacy panties and stockings, and the heels were a torture device. But with each step, he grew more confident, feeling a strange thrill at the idea of serving his Mistress in such a way.
The sissy maid carefully poured the tea, trying not to spill a drop. The warm liquid swirled in the cup, the steam rising in delicate patterns that danced in the soft light of the room. He knelt before his Mistress presenting the tea with a trembling hand and a demure smile. "Your tea, Madam," he murmured, his voice softer now, more feminine.
His Mistress took the cup with a dramatic flourish. "Mm, just how I like it," she said, taking a sip and nodding her approval. "But remember, it's all about the details, sweetie. You've got to make it look like you're loving every second of it."
The sissy maid nodded, his eyes never leaving his Mistress's as he took her empty cup and set it back on the tray. "I'll make sure Mistress is happy," he promised, his voice filled with determination.
"I have no doubt you will," his Mistress said, patting his head.
The sissy maid felt a warm blush spread across his cheeks, the soft fabric of his bonnet brushing against them as he took in her praise. He knew that his transformation was complete when he saw the smirk on her face, a smirk that grew more pronounced with each little act of obedience he performed. The way she looked at him, as if she owned every inch of his being, only served to fuel the fire burning in his core. He craved to be her perfect servant, to satisfy every whim and desire she could possibly have.
Mistress stood up, the rustling of her silk dress echoing in the quiet room. She walked over to the large, ornate mirror hanging on the wall, her heels clicking sharply against the polished hardwood floor. The sissy maid followed, his eyes drawn to her reflection like a moth to a flame. She was breathtakingly beautiful, a stark contrast to his own frilly attire. The sway of her hips as she moved was mesmerizing, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of envy for the power she wielded so effortlessly.
Turning to face him, she placed a hand on her hip. "You're staring, darling," she said with a knowing smile. "Is there something you'd like to say?"
He gulped, feeling his throat constrict with nerves. "I just... I want to be everything you want me to be, Mistress," he stuttered out. "To make you proud."
Her eyes narrowed, and she stepped closer, her finger tracing the line of his jaw. "Oh, I know you do," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "And that's what makes you so deliciously tempting."
The sissy maid shivered, his body responding to her touch in ways he didn't fully understand. He knew he was supposed to be a servant, but the desire to serve went beyond just his duties. It was a part of him now, a need that he couldn't ignore.
"Good," she said, stepping back and giving him a once-over. "Now, let's see if you can handle the next task. I have guests arriving soon, and I expect everything to be perfect. Do you think you can handle it?"
The challenge in her voice was unmistakable, and the sissy maid's heart raced even faster. "Yes, Mistress," he replied, trying to keep the tremble out of his voice. "I'll make sure everything is perfect."
With a nod of approval, she turned and glided out of the room, leaving him to his duties. He took a deep breath, the scent of her perfume lingering in the air like a siren's call. The excitement of the day ahead was palpable, and he knew that every moment would be a chance to prove his worth to her. And as he went about setting the table and preparing the house, he couldn't help but wonder what other delights she had in store for him. Each task was a test, and he was more than ready to pass with flying colors.
The sissy maid carefully poured the tea, trying not to spill a drop. The warm liquid swirled in the cup, the steam rising in delicate patterns that danced in the soft light of the room. He knelt before his Mistress presenting the tea with a trembling hand and a demure smile. "Your tea, Madam," he murmured, his voice softer now, more feminine.
His Mistress took the cup with a dramatic flourish. "Mm, just how I like it," she said, taking a sip and nodding her approval. "But remember, it's all about the details, sweetie. You've got to make it look like you're loving every second of it."
The sissy maid nodded, his eyes never leaving his Mistress's as he took her empty cup and set it back on the tray. "I'll make sure Mistress is happy," he promised, his voice filled with determination.
"I have no doubt you will," his Mistress said, patting his head.
The sissy maid felt a warm blush spread across his cheeks, the soft fabric of his bonnet brushing against them as he took in her praise. He knew that his transformation was complete when he saw the smirk on her face, a smirk that grew more pronounced with each little act of obedience he performed. The way she looked at him, as if she owned every inch of his being, only served to fuel the fire burning in his core. He craved to be her perfect servant, to satisfy every whim and desire she could possibly have.
Mistress stood up, the rustling of her silk dress echoing in the quiet room. She walked over to the large, ornate mirror hanging on the wall, her heels clicking sharply against the polished hardwood floor. The sissy maid followed, his eyes drawn to her reflection like a moth to a flame. She was breathtakingly beautiful, a stark contrast to his own frilly attire. The sway of her hips as she moved was mesmerizing, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of envy for the power she wielded so effortlessly.
Turning to face him, she placed a hand on her hip. "You're staring, darling," she said with a knowing smile. "Is there something you'd like to say?"
He gulped, feeling his throat constrict with nerves. "I just... I want to be everything you want me to be, Mistress," he stuttered out. "To make you proud."
Her eyes narrowed, and she stepped closer, her finger tracing the line of his jaw. "Oh, I know you do," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "And that's what makes you so deliciously tempting."
The sissy maid shivered, his body responding to her touch in ways he didn't fully understand. He knew he was supposed to be a servant, but the desire to serve went beyond just his duties. It was a part of him now, a need that he couldn't ignore.
"Good," she said, stepping back and giving him a once-over. "Now, let's see if you can handle the next task. I have guests arriving soon, and I expect everything to be perfect. Do you think you can handle it?"
The challenge in her voice was unmistakable, and the sissy maid's heart raced even faster. "Yes, Mistress," he replied, trying to keep the tremble out of his voice. "I'll make sure everything is perfect."
With a nod of approval, she turned and glided out of the room, leaving him to his duties. He took a deep breath, the scent of her perfume lingering in the air like a siren's call. The excitement of the day ahead was palpable, and he knew that every moment would be a chance to prove his worth to her. And as he went about setting the table and preparing the house, he couldn't help but wonder what other delights she had in store for him. Each task was a test, and he was more than ready to pass with flying colors.
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