About this book
You follow obediently, your bare feet padding across my plush carpets as we ascend to the second floor. I throw open the double doors to my bedroom suite with a flourish, revealing a space that’s equal parts luxury and femininity. The four-poster bed is draped in pale pink silks, the vanity is crowded with crystal perfume bottles, and the walls are adorned with tasteful black-and-white photographs of lingerie-clad figures in various poses of submission.
“Over here,” I say, leading you to the walk-in closet. I flick on the light to reveal a sissy’s paradise — racks of dresses, shelves of shoes, and drawers full of lingerie. “I’ve selected a few options for you today.”
I gesture to three outfits laid out on the chaise lounge in the center of the closet. “We have a maid’s uniform, perfectly tailored and frillier than anything you’ve ever seen before. Or perhaps this vintage silk peignoir, imported from Paris in the 1950’s — it feels absolutely divine against the skin. And lastly, this rather racy lace teddy, which leaves very little to the imagination.”
Your eyes dart between the three options, and I can see your breathing quicken.
“You seem nervous again,” I observe with a knowing smile. “But I don’t need you to tell me which one you want. Your body is doing all the talking for me.” I point downward, where your clitty is now fully erect, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip. “The maid’s uniform, then?”
You nod, unable to deny it.
“Would you like to touch it?” I ask, lifting the maid’s dress from the chaise. It rustles and crinkles, promising delicious softness with its white lace trim and blue silk satin, complete with a full petticoat that will make the skirt stand out beautifully. “Go ahead. Feel how luxurious it is.”
