Sweet maid posing
"Yes, Mistress," the sissy maid murmured obediently, his heart fluttering in his chest. He could feel the heat rising to his cheeks as he adjusted the frilly collar of his short black maid dress in the full-length mirror. The fabric was softer than he had ever felt before, a stark contrast to the stiffness of his usual attire. He had never felt so... exposed.
His Mistress sailed into the room, her eyes sweeping over him with a critical gaze. She was dressed in a crimson evening gown that clung to her voluptuous curves like a second skin, her raven hair cascading over her bare shoulders. She carried an air of authority that he found utterly intoxicating, and terrifying.
"Turn around," she ordered, her voice smooth as velvet. the sissy maid complied, the swish of his black stockings sounding loud in the silence of the opulent chamber. He watched her reflection in the mirror as she approached, the click of her high heels echoing in his ears. She reached out a perfectly manicured hand, her nails glinting in the soft glow of the chandelier above, and traced a line from his neck to the small of his back.
Her touch was electric, sending shivers down his spine. The sissy maid knew he was blushing furiously now, his body betraying the excitement that coursed through him. He felt the fabric of the dress shift as she gave it a light tug, making sure it was perfectly snug around his waist. "Good," she said, her breath warm on his neck. "The dress suits you. Now, the final touch."
His Mistress stepped back and gestured to the pair of black high heels resting on the plush carpet. The sissy maid's eyes widened. He had never worn heels before, and the mere thought of it sent a thrill through his body. He took a tentative step forward and slipped his foot into one, the coolness of the material sending a shiver through his leg.
As he balanced precariously on the unfamiliar stilts, she stepped closer, her hands steadying him as she guided his other foot into the second shoe. He could feel her breasts pressing against his back, her scent, a mix of vanilla and something darker, wrapping around him like a seductive embrace. She stepped away, leaving him to wobble slightly as he grew accustomed to his new height.His
His Mistress took his hand, her grip firm and reassuring. "You're going to do wonderfully," she whispered, her voice a siren's song. "Now, let's show the world the beautiful sissy maid you've become." With a final squeeze of his hand, she led him out of the room, his heels clacking confidently against the marble floor.
"Turn around," she ordered, her voice smooth as velvet. the sissy maid complied, the swish of his black stockings sounding loud in the silence of the opulent chamber. He watched her reflection in the mirror as she approached, the click of her high heels echoing in his ears. She reached out a perfectly manicured hand, her nails glinting in the soft glow of the chandelier above, and traced a line from his neck to the small of his back.
Her touch was electric, sending shivers down his spine. The sissy maid knew he was blushing furiously now, his body betraying the excitement that coursed through him. He felt the fabric of the dress shift as she gave it a light tug, making sure it was perfectly snug around his waist. "Good," she said, her breath warm on his neck. "The dress suits you. Now, the final touch."
His Mistress stepped back and gestured to the pair of black high heels resting on the plush carpet. The sissy maid's eyes widened. He had never worn heels before, and the mere thought of it sent a thrill through his body. He took a tentative step forward and slipped his foot into one, the coolness of the material sending a shiver through his leg.
As he balanced precariously on the unfamiliar stilts, she stepped closer, her hands steadying him as she guided his other foot into the second shoe. He could feel her breasts pressing against his back, her scent, a mix of vanilla and something darker, wrapping around him like a seductive embrace. She stepped away, leaving him to wobble slightly as he grew accustomed to his new height.His
His Mistress took his hand, her grip firm and reassuring. "You're going to do wonderfully," she whispered, her voice a siren's song. "Now, let's show the world the beautiful sissy maid you've become." With a final squeeze of his hand, she led him out of the room, his heels clacking confidently against the marble floor.
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