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“Aren’t those stockings just lovely?” she purred as she ran her hand down my silk-covered leg.
“Isn’t this dress a bit short?” I flared it out, revealing the dense petticoat beneath. It barely hid my panties, revealing my lacy stocking tops with every step.
“That’s just the way I want you,” she grinned, pushing me backwards onto the bed.
If I had known what the job required, I never would have taken it. But a job is a job, even if Selena told me I had to put on a dress to do it. I’ve always thought maid outfits were sexy — who hasn’t? — but I never expected to be the one wearing one.
I guess she thinks they are, too, because she can’t keep her hands off me when I’m all dolled up. But she has some rules about what I’m allowed to do, and when I break them, she gives me a fitting punishment. I’d never seen a chastity cage before she locks it on me.
She must have done this before because she knows just how to torment me. I love the dresses and lingerie, but am I really willing to submit to her the way she wants? Can I give control to her and fully become her sissy — even if it means letting myself be used however she wants?