Submissive Sissy Maid: Who Is Serving Who? ♕

It had only been a couple of weeks.

And even then, only a few days out of the week. I hired a topless maid to come over three days per week to clean my house. The organization she was from was highly rated, and a lot of the online reviews talked about how hot the women were. I couldn’t disagree. My favorite part was watching her slowly unbutton her blouse when I greeted her at the door. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so I could always see her perky breasts poking against the fabric of the blouse. Otherwise, she generally did whatever she wanted. I recently started indulging myself a little, beginning to play a bit of a game… maybe that’s what made her decide to turn me into a submissive sissy maid.

The Game that Started it all

Whenever she was over, I would find some excuse to be in whatever room she was cleaning. I would watch her tits jiggle back and forth as she dusted or how they may have water splashed over them while she did my dishes—sometimes being right behind her as she bent over to clean something close to the ground. She wore such a slutty short skirt, and I could see everything when she bent so low! Sometimes I dreamed of her being my submissive sissy maid exclusively…

Recently, my game was to get in her way. Whenever she would move to another room in the house, I wouldn’t be far behind to park myself somewhere and wait. I always tried to be somewhere I knew she would need to clean. I loved how she looked at me and told me firmly to move. It made my cock twitch as I watched her plump lips form the words. I couldn’t stop myself from doing it more.

Submissive Sissy Maid Punishment

Later, she found me leaning against the kitchen counter when she tried to clean it. This time, instead of commanding me to move, she rolled her eyes and seemed to think for a moment, crossing her arms over her large breasts. Instead, she instructed me to get onto my knees. It’s almost like they gave out on their own; I found myself suddenly on the floor, looking up at her. She told me to take off my shirt, and I did. Step by step, she guided me into the submissive sissy maid she wanted me to be. My pants and boxers went next. She removed her skirt and panties and told me to put them on. Following her instructions felt so natural. I couldn’t look away from her eyes; she was hypnotizing me. My body moved on its own until I finally wore her clothes, and she was naked.

She passed me the spray bottle and rag and had me stand. She turned me around and pressed herself to my back as I braced against the counter. My legs were weak from the feeling of her breasts pressed against my back. She commanded me to start wiping, and I did. Her hands slid around under the skirt. My breath hitched, and my hand faltered. She spanked my ass, and my moan surprised even me. I didn’t last long, damn near ruining her panties when she suddenly pulled her hand away and slapped my ass hard, forcing me to moan again. She told me to finish cleaning the kitchen, then leisurely walked across the room and lounged naked on my couch.

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