Happy maid
This sweet sissy maid looks so happy to please her Mistress. She loves her Mistress in demostrates it by serving her in every possible way.
"You're late again, sissy," his Mistress's voice echoed through the corridor, her heels clicking impatiently against the marble floor.
"I'm sorry, Mistress. I got held up," the sissy maid replied meekly, his voice slightly shaking. He hurried into the grand foyer, his black pantyhose and maid dress swishing around his legs. His heart raced in his chest, his cheeks burning with a mix of fear and excitement. He'd never been late before, and he knew the consequences would be severe.
"Look at you, all flustered and disheveled. Did you even have time to put on your makeup properly?" hhis Mistress sneered, her eyes scanning him from head to toe. The sissy maid felt his stomach drop as he realized he'd forgotten to apply his lipstick that morning.
"I'll fix it right away, Mistress," he said, bowing his head in submission. He could feel the weight of her gaze on him, heavy and unyielding. "Is there anything else you need before I start my duties?"
His Mistress looked him up and down, a smirk playing on her lips. "Well, since you're already dressed for the part, I suppose we'll just have to make do," she said, her tone laced with amusement. The sissy maid felt a twinge of hope that maybe, just maybe, she wasn't too upset with him.
He took a deep breath and tried to compose himself, eager to prove his worth to the woman who owned him. He knew that serving her was his purpose, and he lived for the moments when she was pleased with his work. The anticipation of the day's tasks filled him with both dread and excitement. What new ways would she find to push him, to test his limits and make him grow as her devoted servant?
His Mistress snapped her fingers, and the sissy maid jumped to attention. "Follow me," she ordered, turning on her heel and striding towards the kitchen. He scurried after her, his high heels clacking against the floor in a frantic rhythm that matched his racing thoughts. As he worked alongside her, cleaning and serving, he felt a strange sense of belonging, a deep satisfaction in knowing that every action he took was for her benefit.
"Remember, sissy, you're here to serve," his Mistress said as she handed him the vacuum. Her eyes gleamed with something that looked almost like affection, but he knew better than to mistake it for anything other than a rare show of approval. He took the vacuum eagerly, his mind already racing with the thought of all the ways he could make her happy today.
And so, the day began in the grand estate, with the sissy maid ready to face whatever trials his Mistress had in store for him, all the while wearing his black pantyhose and heels with pride. He knew that no matter how difficult the tasks, he would do them with a smile, because serving his Mistress was what brought him joy.
"I'm sorry, Mistress. I got held up," the sissy maid replied meekly, his voice slightly shaking. He hurried into the grand foyer, his black pantyhose and maid dress swishing around his legs. His heart raced in his chest, his cheeks burning with a mix of fear and excitement. He'd never been late before, and he knew the consequences would be severe.
"Look at you, all flustered and disheveled. Did you even have time to put on your makeup properly?" hhis Mistress sneered, her eyes scanning him from head to toe. The sissy maid felt his stomach drop as he realized he'd forgotten to apply his lipstick that morning.
"I'll fix it right away, Mistress," he said, bowing his head in submission. He could feel the weight of her gaze on him, heavy and unyielding. "Is there anything else you need before I start my duties?"
His Mistress looked him up and down, a smirk playing on her lips. "Well, since you're already dressed for the part, I suppose we'll just have to make do," she said, her tone laced with amusement. The sissy maid felt a twinge of hope that maybe, just maybe, she wasn't too upset with him.
He took a deep breath and tried to compose himself, eager to prove his worth to the woman who owned him. He knew that serving her was his purpose, and he lived for the moments when she was pleased with his work. The anticipation of the day's tasks filled him with both dread and excitement. What new ways would she find to push him, to test his limits and make him grow as her devoted servant?
His Mistress snapped her fingers, and the sissy maid jumped to attention. "Follow me," she ordered, turning on her heel and striding towards the kitchen. He scurried after her, his high heels clacking against the floor in a frantic rhythm that matched his racing thoughts. As he worked alongside her, cleaning and serving, he felt a strange sense of belonging, a deep satisfaction in knowing that every action he took was for her benefit.
"Remember, sissy, you're here to serve," his Mistress said as she handed him the vacuum. Her eyes gleamed with something that looked almost like affection, but he knew better than to mistake it for anything other than a rare show of approval. He took the vacuum eagerly, his mind already racing with the thought of all the ways he could make her happy today.
And so, the day began in the grand estate, with the sissy maid ready to face whatever trials his Mistress had in store for him, all the while wearing his black pantyhose and heels with pride. He knew that no matter how difficult the tasks, he would do them with a smile, because serving his Mistress was what brought him joy.
Nice outfit.
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DeleteA gorgeous looking maid in a stunning outfit !
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