"That doesn't belong to you anymore," she said, smacking my cage dangling between my legs. "This is mine now."
"Yes, Madame," I said as I pulled up my panties, my dense petticoats settling over them, my skirt so short that they were still visible.
"Now you're my sissy maid, girl," she smirked, shoving on my shoulder. "So get on your knees and do your job."
It was supposed to be a simple summer job, a housekeeper at a country estate. I was going to be the only guy there, surrounded by pr...
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"That doesn't belong to you anymore," she said, smacking my cage dangling between my legs. "This is mine now."
"Yes, Madame," I said as I pulled up my panties, my dense petticoats settling over them, my skirt so short that they were still visible.
"Now you're my sissy maid, girl," she smirked, shoving on my shoulder. "So get on your knees and do your job."
It was supposed to be a simple summer job, a housekeeper at a country estate. I was going to be the only guy there, surrounded by pretty girls in pretty clothes. What more could anyone ask for?
But that was before I knew about the uniform, and why everyone there was dressed like a maid. It turned out that the uniform was mandatory for everyone at Belmont Manor — even for me! Panties, a tiny skirt, a massive pettioat — and a tiny chastity cage in my panties.
How else can Madame Belmont keep her girls ready and eager to please?
Because she has something special between her legs, and she insists on using it whenever and however
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