He thought he was living a normal life, a good son, a devoted brother. He was wrong.
Deep inside him, a hidden desire simmered, a yearning for something more, something forbidden. And when he stumbles into the world of sissy submission, his life tak...
Today was a special day. My Mistress had two guests coming over for dinner, and I was so excited to impress them.
She woke me early, telling me it was time to get ready for my morning duties. She had laid out a beautiful outfit for me. A black, patent leather French maid's dress with a white frilly apron. She had chosen a pair of black stockings with a delicate lace garter belt, and she even helped me choose the perfect little black panty to wear.
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"Today, darling," she said, her voice a husky whisper, "you are going to be the perfect little servant, the kind who is always ready to please and obey. And don't forget, you are my little slut sissy, so always act accordingly. You're going to make my guests very happy."
She helped me put on my dress, her fingers lingering on my skin as she tied the ribbons around my wrists. She even helped me with my hair, pulling it into a sleek ponytail and tying a black bow around it.
When I looked in the mirror, I was stunned. I looked so beautiful, so feminine, so alluring. And I knew that I was going to make my Mistress proud.
My first task was to clean the entire apartment. I got to work right away, scrubbing the floors, wiping down the surfaces, and making sure everything was spotless. Every now and then, my Mistress would peek in on me, her eyes sparkling with approval.
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"You're doing a great job, darling," she'd say, her voice laced with a hint of amusement. "Keep working hard and remember, you are my little slut sissy. Make sure you're always mindful of your posture and how you move. A little sway in your hips never hurts."
It was a lot of work, and I was starting to get tired, but I couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement. I was her perfect little servant, and I was so happy to be making her happy.
When I finished cleaning, she told me to wait for her in the kitchen.
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