Sissy maid in active duty
You're going to be the best little sissy maid this house has ever seen.
Once dressed, I gazed at my reflection in the floor-length mirror. The person staring back was unrecognizable, yet eerily familiar. The short french maid dress clung to my curves, which had grown more pronounced thanks to my Mistress's rigorous training regimen. The suntan pantyhose made my legs look smooth and long, while the black heels elongated them further. I felt a strange thrill at the sight of the lacy panties that were clearly visible beneath the drres.
"You look absolutely stunning," my Mistress said, admiring her handiwork. "Now, remember your duties. You're here to serve and obey, and nothing else. Understood?"
I nodded, my heart racing. The role of a sissy maid was one I had fantasized about for so long, but now that it was a reality, the weight of it all began to sink in. "Yes, Mistress," I murmured, my voice small and feminine.
"You look absolutely stunning," my Mistress said, admiring her handiwork. "Now, remember your duties. You're here to serve and obey, and nothing else. Understood?"
I nodded, my heart racing. The role of a sissy maid was one I had fantasized about for so long, but now that it was a reality, the weight of it all began to sink in. "Yes, Mistress," I murmured, my voice small and feminine.
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