Having taken my sissy slut maid out to the salon, and then to lunch, we were headed home for more sissy fun and games.

I’d invited our server at the restaurant to come over later, and to bring her boyfriend. You see, my sissy maid had spent the entire meal squirming and rubbing her sissy clit against her pretty panties, and had managed to soak them through and totally ruin the fine silk. Slutty sissies that can’t sit still deserve everything they have coming to them, after all.

I let my sissy slut maid slowly wriggle herself into a horrific state in the car ride home.

I’d dropped enough hints about what I had planned for us this afternoon, so she was all aflutter with anticipation. I had her precede me into the house, and then waited for her to make me a drink. (Sweet tea, in a tall antique glass with lemon.) When she turned with the drink in her hand, I was sitting in state, legs crossed at the knee, watching her. She froze like a deer in headlights, just knowing that she was in for it now: an entire afternoon of sissy humiliation.

It was as though my sissy slut had foresight, and could tell that she was going to be spending the afternoon on her knees.

When the knock at the door came, she startled and sloshed my tea. I laughed at that silly slut, and told her to clean it up, properly, as I stood and answered the door. It was my server, and she had her boyfriend with her. Behind them stood three more cute young girls, and their big, strapping, frat brother boyfriends. Perfect! And just in time, because my sissy maid knows that when I tell her to clean up a mess properly, I mean that she is to kneel and lick it up.

Poor sissy slut, she really didn’t want to start off on her knees in front of all these strange men.

But she was going to be greeting them on her knees whether she liked it or not.

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