The Sissy Maid:
Taken By the Mistress and Master

J.S. Lee


Copyright © 2017. All rights reserved.

This is a work of fiction.

All characters are 18 or older.


Steven swallowed hard, “why are you calling me a girl?” he didn't know why his cock was pushing at the satin every time she said it, his cheeks were hot and red from the phrase.


She spoke to him in a sweet, sing-song way as his knees knocked and his dick leaked, “because that's what you are, isn't it sissy girl?  Just a little girl in panties, very sexy,” her hand was pausing over the stack of bills and Steven knew that this was next week's rent.


“Yes, ma'am,” he mumbled and watched her hand over two of the fifties, tucking them into the top of his bustier, “that's very good.  Now I want to see something,” she ran her hand down the front of the satin panties, stroking his dick, “or rather feel something,” she giggled, “just as I thought, your clittie is so hard, little girl.”


Steven shuddered at her touch and his voice cracked when he responded, “yes ma'am, my cock is so hard for you.”


“Oh, sissy girl, you don't have a cock,” she murmured, her index finger tracing a circle over the head of his wet dick, her touch was like heaven and he bit his lip, fearful that she would make him explode right then just touching him over the panties, “you have a little clit, like all girls do, don't you?”