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Favourite Shop I dressed to go to my favourite lingerie shop. Nothing too obvious, just pretty lacy panties and matching suspender belt and black seamed stockings under my normal clothes. The panties and suspender belt were black satin with lots of lace trim. The panties were almost like French knickers with satin front panel and lace sides, loose fitting with a sexy split up the side. The suspender belt, sitting almost hidden was simple, satin front with lace panels leading down to lovely ruched suspenders with metal clasps. The stockings had deep lace tops and were long enough to reach right up to the tops of my thighs. I love stockings that are so long that I can feel the sexy swish of them right up my legs and so that the deep lace tops nestle just under my bum. It was pretty early on a wet Tuesday morning and as I'd hoped the shop was empty apart from the middle aged but still attractive assistant behind the counter - sorting some paper work. I loved this shop because as well as selling the loveliest lingerie it also stocked some very sexy clothes and even some sex toys. The lingerie was classy, not the cheap rubbish that the town centre sex shops sold but expensive brands names along with some fairly racy pieces that bordered on fetish. I never knew if the shop owner wanted it to be an upmarket sex shop or a just a very sexy lingerie shop. I'd come here a few times before since it opened a couple of years ago. On almost every visit I'd bought myself something - panties, sets of knickers and bras, an even sexy teddy and a basque and also quite a lot of stockings. At the start I'd told the assistant, the same one that was here today, that they were gifts for my girlfriend. Lately, though, I had noticed that she had stopped asking, she just gave me a smile and what I thought was an understanding look. Perhaps the she was the owner. I even wondered if she secretly had guessed who I was buying all the sexy lingerie for; the thought turned me on. I remember that first time. I was very nervous, almost shaking with excitement. The shop seemed like an Aladdin's cave of beautiful lingerie - I did not notice the shoes and toys in the back corner on that visit. I was concentrating on the lovely display of panties and bras in front of me and very aware of the eyes of the assistant on me. "Can I help you?" she asked after I'd been staring at a particularly beautiful set of bra, thong and suspender belt in deep blue for minutes without daring to touch it. "Emm, err, I'm looking for a present, for my girlfriend that is." "That's a lovely idea. What size is she?" Shit. I not thought of that. But I knew I liked to have a fairly large pair of breasts when I dressed and I knew that I fitted a 36" chest. "Emm, 36C, I think." "Are you sure?" I nodded, blushing bright red. "And what is her waist and hip size?" Now I was going to have to think fast - what would fit me? "Emm, 26 inch waist and 34 in hips I think". "Oh my, a lovely curvy girl then" I nodded again, hoping these sizes were about right for me too. The waist seemed very narrow on reflection. "Nice curves, and is she quite tall - maybe your height?" "Yes, yes she is" I said, maybe too quickly, too keen to agree and wondering what she might have meant. But the assistant just turned to the set I'd been looking. "Do you like this set - we just got it in. It's very pretty but also quite sexy. Is this a special gift?" "Her birthday - yes I like this one" I was almost mumbling and my cheeks were very red in embarrassment. "I think we've got them in her size - yes 36C brassiere and medium panties and suspender belt. These are really lovely - feel how soft the lace is on the bra cup" I couldn't believe that she'd asked me to touch the lingerie - I was trembling, oh how I wanted to caress it but not here in the shop. I could only just touch it otherwise I'd give myself away. Was she testing me? She did not seem to be, she was holding out the lovely bra for me to touch with a gentle smile. I felt the gossamer thin lace, she must have noticed my fingers trembling. "Yes, that very nice" She laughed. "You men, you never say what you think do you? Shall I gift wrap this?" "Yes please" I left the shop with the most beautiful lingerie set and a raging erection that I hoped the assistant did not notice. I was blushing from embarrassment and excitement and the thrill of anticipating getting the lingerie home to try on. The assistant had given me a sweet smile and another very knowing look when I left - did she suspect anything? If so, she never said and neither did she say anything on the 4 or 5 other times I'd been. But she must have recognised me coming into the shop more than once and wondered how much lingerie can buy for one woman. So now, as I entered once again on my own, she smiled as she saw me and said 'hi'. This was the first time I'd gone into the shop with lingerie on under my clothes. I could not ignore my lingerie as I could feel the tug of the suspenders and the swish of my stockings against my trouser legs with each step. I shivered with the thrill of it and hoped the shop assistant would not notice my stockings under my trousers. As I walked in to the shop my eye was caught by a stunning display by the counter - two mannequins dressed in corsets. These were the proper old fashioned corset with front busks and lace up at the back. They were both in a stunning satin - one purple full length and the other a shorter pink corset with matching brassiere. Both had six suspenders and both mannequins were dressed in seamed stockings. I stopped in my tracks when I saw these fabulous outfits. I adored the look of the corseted figure and had been thinking about getting a corset for some time now. "They are lovely aren't they? Very feminine and very sexy" the assistance caught me by surprise. I'd been so engrossed in just staring at every detail of the corsets - the clearly visible strong stays, the deep lace edging, the metal clasps at the front, the stitched lace pattern in the satin panels - that I'd forgotten that she was right next to them. "Yes they are beautiful." I whispered in awe. "What size do you want? It's best to be 4-6 inches less than the natural waist size" I was not concentrated on her question, just taking in the beauty of the corsets. "That means I'll need a 24 inch one." Oh my God, I'd just admitted it was for me! "I mean, my girlfriend will need a 24 inch waist, that is." I spluttered. "So you mean your girlfriend has a 30 inch waist - that does not sound right does it? I think we both know what you meant." She looked me straight in the eye and smiled "We both know that you want a lovely corset for yourself." I went beetroot red and stuttered, "Emm, I suppose, yes, I mean yes, I do, that is, yes, and yes I'd love one." "Oh my dear, you're embarrassed. No need. I get lots of gents coming in here for lovely lingerie for themselves. You've been here before and I've always thought you were never buying for anyone but yourself. I think its lovely and you'll look very pretty in one of these corsets." She came round from behind the counter and looked me up and down, and then looked at the two corsets. "Yes I think the under the bust one will suit you best. Do you want to try it on?" "Yes, if that's ok, yes please." I could not believe that this was happening to me. "Right, let's get ourselves a little privacy first. Its not going to be busy today so I'll just put this shop sign to 'closed' so we're not disturbed." She quickly locked the shop door, flipped the sign over and carefully made sure the blinds over the window were properly shut. "My name's Gladys by the way - and what's your name? Your feminine name I mean." "Emm, well I like Sarah," I mumbled. "Sarah? Lovely. Now Sarah, while I find the corset in the right size - 24 inch, I think you said - you get out of those dreary male clothes." I clearly hesitated. "Come, dear, we've not got all day." I hoped she would not be offended by the underwear I already had on, and I took a breath and slipped off my jumper, shoes and trousers. I stood in my stockings, suspenders and knickers. Once she'd found the right corset she picked it off the rack and turned round. "Oh how lovely. You got that set from my shop didn't you? Mmmh, black quite suits you and those panties are lovely on you. You look very sexy. It must be a real thrill to feel the stockings on you when you are walking about outdoors." "Yes, yes it is." I was amazed at how at ease she was making me feel. This seemed so natural to be talking about wearing lingerie with this woman. "Now let's get you into this." Gladys slipped the corset round my back and began to fasten the six busks at the front. It was already a little tight and I had to hold my stomach in so that she could fasten it all the way down. "We'll leave your suspender belt on so you can keep the stockings on - but normally we'd fix on the six suspenders for the corset. It looks nicer. Now turn around so that we can lace you up." I almost swooned at those words - the thought of me being laced into a corset by a woman, my God how sexy. I was getting hard at the thought; luckily she turned me round so she could pull in the laces. And pull them in she did. Working from the top, then the bottom, she pulled in each cross over then tugged the ends tightly. My breath went out of my body and I could feel my waist being pinched in. She must have already pulled my waist in by two or three inches. "Now hold these tight" she gave me the ends of the laces "while we do this up properly." I felt her firmly pull each lacing tightly, down from the top to start with. When she got to the waist where the long laces I held were, I pulled on the top lace and was amazed to tug out almost a foot of lacing. The same happened when she had pulled in all the lacing from the bottom. I could not believe how tight this corset was. It pinched the tops of my hips tightly and I could feel it compress my chest and ribs. But it was the squeezing of my waist that really felt tight, so I was surprised when Gladys told me to breathe in and stretch up. As I did she grabbed the long end laces and with her knee in the small of my back pulled as hard as she could. I felt the waist shrink in even more and the corset dig into my sides and pull in my stomach. Gladys slipped the laces round my waist and tied them off behind in me in a large bow. The ends of the lace fell to my bottom and I could feel them tease my buttocks gently. She stood back to check the overall effect. "Oh my you really do look so much better in this lovely corset. Turn round so I can see you properly." She held my now prominent hips and spun me round gently. There was no way she could miss my raging erection inside my loose French knickers. "And you love the feel of the corset too I see." "Oh yes, sorry, its just so sexy and feminine, it's making me get a bit excited." I had lost all inhibitions and just did not feel embarrassed about how hard I had become. I ran my hand down my sides, loving the feel of how the tight, firm corset pulled in my waist and gave me a real hourglass figure. "Oh, God, this corset is so sexy, Gladys, I love the way it makes me feel." "Yes, dear, and it looks lovely on you. Pink is just right for a little sissy girl like you! Now try walking about to get the feel of it" I walked up and down an aisle of lingerie. This was unreal. Here I was, in a beautiful lingerie shop, surrounded by bras and knickers and teddies, walking past them only wearing lingerie myself with the owner watching me in appreciation. I felt almost faint with excitement and emotion. The way the rigid and incredibly tight corset pulled in my torso and constrained my breathing made me even more light-headed. The beautiful pink corset had a delicious froth of lace round the bottom edge, quite deep and with heavily ruches. The edges of the lace brushed my hands as I walked between the rows of lingerie. I turned and walked back towards Gladys and could see myself in the mirror beside her. "Do you think I could try on the bra as well?" I asked. She smiled and nodded and quickly found one of the matching bras in what looked like quite a large size. "I think Sarah is probably quite a busty girl - don't you?" She held up the bra for me to slip on and reached round behind me to fasten it. The beautiful pink satin and lace cups looked very empty. "Now is what you need". She produced two enormous false breasts. "We have some specialist mastectomy bras so we also have some of these..." she slipped the two foam breasts into the bra cups. They were incredibly realistic, surprisingly heavy, with large firm dark nipples that just showed through the cups of the bra. And they were the perfect size for the bra - what must have been an impressive D cup. "Wow" I breathed cupping and caressing my new large breasts. "I never thought I'd want such a huge bust, but this is so lovely, so sexy and feminine." I gazed at my new body in the mirror - loving the tight small waist and the large full bosom. "Mmmh," she murmured, "there is something not quite right yet, you look divine but I think you really need some heels to get this look right. What size are you? About 8?" I nodded. Gladys went to through the small door at the back of the shop, a cupboard perhaps, and after a moment returned with an amazing pair of black high heeled shoes. She knelt in front of me and unbuckled the straps of the shoes. She gently lifted my left foot and slipped the shoe on. It felt a little tight at the toes where the pointed toe came to a little peep-toe end but once my heel slipped into the shoe it felt fine. The long stiletto heels must have been at least five inches high or more and they forced my foot into a steep arch. Gladys pulled the strap round my ankle and tightened the buckle, fastening it securely so the shoe could not slip off. I tried to stand on that first shoe and swayed with the unfamiliar feel of the high heels. I held onto a rack of ivory wedding basques as Gladys fitted the other shoe to my right foot. I stood up on both shoes, loving the feeling of the high heels and how they forced me to stand as if on my tiptoes. "Now try walking, Sarah. Careful at first, small steps are best." I repeated my walk up and down the short aisle. I was very aware of Gladys watching me carefully as I carefully twirled round and the end and tried to walk as femininely as possible back towards her, swinging my hips slightly. The rigidity of the corset, holding my waist, and the arch in my feet seemed to help this movement and it almost felt natural. "That is so lovely dear, you walk very nicely. And those heels give you just the right look with the underwear - quite sexy and a little naughty - maybe even a little slut like." She carefully studied my ass I came up to her. "But there is so much not yet right - you've no make up on girl and your hair is dreadful. And there is this to take care of." She took hold of my very upright cock. I gasped. She began to softly stroke my cock through the silk of my knickers. "Do you like wearing these sexy high heels, Sarah?" I nodded, dumbstruck. "Do you love the feel of this tight corset, my little sissy?" Again I could only nod, my cock getting harder and harder as she took it firmly in her hands. "Do like feeling like a little sissy slut, Sarah?" I moaned gently in agreement. Gladys now held my cock in both hands and rubbed it firmly. "Would you like to dress up as my sissy slut? Maybe my sissy maid or my sissy whore?" I could not speak, I was gasping for air on the edge of orgasm, my head spinning from the situation and the excitement. I came. What felt like huge spurts of spunk shot into my black silk knickers. I came again and again, filling my knickers with thick cum. And then, light headed as I already was, I felt myself swoon. I blacked out and crumpled into a faint on the floor in front of Gladys. When I came to I was sat on a chair in what I guessed was the back room of the shop. I was facing a small dressing table and Gladys was stranding behind me. She had already made up my face while I unconscious. I could not believe the transformation - my face had been lightened slightly and made a little more evenly coloured and much smoother. My cheeks had a dusky hint of blusher, accentuating my cheekbones. My eyes were beautifully made up, dark brown and inviting. But my lips were superb - large, plumb, moist cherry red. But the best was yet to come. Gladys smiled as she saw me wake up, reached behind her and brought out the perfect wig. She pulled it onto my head and the transformation was amazing. The long red curls and feminine cut of the wig suited my new face and made me into a different person - a sophisticated and very sexy woman. I gasped and just looked at Gladys through the mirror in awe and gratitude. "Now you sexy little minx, lets get you into this dress" She held up the most lovely and sweet and sexy French maids outfit. I stood up, and suddenly was reminded of the height of my heels and less pleasantly of the wetness of my knickers. "But Gladys, I'm still all wet down here..." "Serves you right you slut. You made the mess so you live with it. Now I've not got time to waste with the moaning of my little slut maid, I need her working right away." I could not believe the sudden change in tone from Gladys. Gone was the smile and sweet help she had been giving me. All of a sudden there was just a hard edge and a demanding insistence. My God, I was going to be a maid for a demanding mistress. My mind must have been still fuzzy from my faint as it took me long seconds to work this out. And Gladys did not appreciate this slowness. "Well Sarah girl. Are you going to just stand there with your pretty dumb mouth open? Get yourself together girl. Get into this outfit at once." Gladys held the maid's dress open for me and I quickly stepped in. She pulled it up, petticoats and all, spun me round and zipped up the back. I wanted to luxuriate in the frills of the petticoats, the wasp waist of the dress and the little white lacing all round every edge but Gladys was having none of that. "Get this apron on and put these gloves on." I quickly followed her instructions, tying the little frilly apron with a large bow as best I could and slipping on the little dainty white lace gloves. I quickly glanced in the mirror, longing for a chance to take my time and soak in the view it gave me of an incredibly sexy sultry maid in a short frilly dress with froths of lace petticoats. But Gladys dragged me away. "Come on you lazy slut, get over here and assume an appropriately submissive position - kneel in front of your mistress!" Those words alone - kneel in front of your mistress - were mesmerising. I was really going to be a dream maid to a stern but beautiful mistress. As quickly as I could in my high heels I teetered over to Gladys and clumsily got down onto my knees. It was really tricky in heels and a tight rigid corset and I almost fell over. Finally I was knelt in front of Gladys with my eyes cast down in what I hoped was a suitably subservient pose. "Please miss, your maid Sarah is here to serve you as best she can, miss" I tried to make my voice as sissy and lisping as I could. Gladys reached out and held my chin in one hand and pulled my face up to look at me. "Well, you're beginning to sound like a good little maid. Let's see how domesticated you really are." As she spoke she slowly walked around me, caressing my cheek as she went. "I like my maids to be skilled in many, shall we say, domestic skills. Do you think you are a skilled little maid Sarah?" I nodded and said I hoped I would be able to please my mistress. Gladys seemed to like this answer as she chuckled quietly to herself. "Well let us see if you can. First I would like to see how well my new little sissy maid performs with some toys". Suddenly she was in front of me again but this time holding a massive plastic cock in front of her groin. "Do you like my nice big cock, slut?" I nodded. "Well, what do little sluts do when there is a huge cock in front of them?" I did not need to answer, just to lean forward and perform. I first placed a large, wet cherry red lipstick kiss on the huge bulbous end of the knob. I heard Gladys laugh in approval and I then opened my mouth and slid the large dildo in between my lips and into my mouth, making slight sucking noises as it filled my mouth fully. I began to moan gently as I licked and sucked and swallowed the enormous cock as best I could. I wanted Gladys to see what an eager little sissy maid I was so I went wild licking and sucking the dildo, reaching up to hold the cock and wank it into my mouth. Then I tried to swallow it as far as I could, all the time moaning with pleasure, moaning as if I was getting the most climatic thrill from this cock. And I was. I loved the humiliation and desperation of being so disgustingly cheap and slut like in front of Gladys. "Oh you little sex kitten, you little sissy slut" she laughed. "I think you are a natural cock sucker. You must have been sucking boys' cocks for years you little whore! I can see that you wish this was a real cock so that you could get your mouth filled with hot spunk, you slut." She suddenly pulled the dildo from my mouth causing me to make a loud sloppy pop as I was still sucking hard on the end of the plastic cock. "That's enough cock for now sissy Sarah. Now I want to see how well you deal with ass worship." As she spoke she was slowly turning around in front of me. "I want to see how well that little tongue of yours works." Gladys had now bent over and was pulling her tight skirt up over her bottom. I was faced the perfect view of her glorious buttocks covered in the sexiest of see through lace French knickers and framed by black satin suspenders that held up sheer black stockings. "Now slut, get your face into my knickers - and no, you may not remove them - and get that tongue into my bottom!" I braced myself and slowly leaned forward. I'd never done this before and I could not work out if I my trembling was apprehension at the thought of the act of arse licking or out of sheer excitement. I was acutely aware of everything as I tentatively moved my face closer to Gladys' lovely posterior. I put my weight on my hands carefully placed on the floor either side of her high heeled feet. My nose brushed the gossamer thin fabric of her knickers. I breathed in, not sure what to expect, but there was only the delicious scent of Gladys' expensive perfume and maybe just a musky under tone that hinted of what I was to find. With my nose and my tongue I gently nudged the left side of her knickers away from her peach like buttock. My tongue ran over the soft pale skin and felt the soft small fine hair on her bottom. I pushed further in and eased the knickers aside as best I could. The seam of the beautiful lace knickers ran right into the crack of her bottom, so I had to push my tongue along the seam from the top down, slowly prising the knickers from the cleft of her arse. I could feel Gladys tremble as I ran my tongue down the crack of her arse from the very base of her spine right down until I just touched the star of her arse hole with the tip of my tongue. The musky scent was stronger here and I also tasted mustiness mixed with the salt of her sweat. My God this was it, my tongue was right at the entrance the arse hole of my lovely mistress. I pushed my face further in, wedging my face and nose into the crack of her arse. I stretched my tongue out of my mouth, pushing it onto and into her arse hole. I heard Gladys gasp and moan and I pushed my tongue out as far as it would go, right deep up her arse hole, tasting her arse as I did. And then with little probing shoves and long deep licks I made love to her arse hole, filling it with my tongue, soaking it with my saliva. "Oh God yes, bitch, tongue my arse you little arse licker, you slut!!" Yes, I was an arse licker. I was the lowest form of sissy, the dirtiest slut. I felt Gladys reach under the front of her knickers and start to play with her own pussy. She was pleasuring her cunt while I was left servicing her arse hole. I thrilled at the humiliation. Soon, as I licked and probed her arse as hard as I could and as my tongue ached with being stretched so far out, soon Gladys shuddered in huge orgasm and as she did she pushed her bottom hard down on my face. "Oh you are a good little slut," she smiled as she pulled away and turned round to face me. I fell back onto my heels, only just stopping myself from falling over. This had been exhausting - both physically in keeping my kneeling position while leaning my face into her lovely bottom, but also emotionally. I really felt like a sissy slutty maid. But Gladys clearly was not quite finished. "Now let us see if we can return the favour and lets see if our little sissy is truly a slut. Now raise that little sissy pantied bottom in the air for me. That's right, get your face onto the floor." I just knew what was coming and even though apprehensive about it I pushed my bottom up into the air willingly. My cock was as hard as could be. This was a dream come true and I was loving every minute. Gladys walked round behind me and I felt her pull my skirts and petticoats up over my back and then pull my knickers down. "Well my little slut - are you ready for this? Do you want some cock? I'll bet you do. I'll bet you love getting some cock up you!" She squealed with laughter. "Mmmmh, yes please miss, this sissy would love to have some cock." I'd fucked my arse with dildos before and was very excited, I really did want to be fucked. In fact a fleeting thought of being fucked by a real cock went through my mind. "I'll bet you dream of being fucked by a real man with a huge cock, don't you?" I gasped, how could she have guessed? "Em, yes, maybe sometimes miss." I mumbled. "You lying little slut, you dream of it every day. You dream of a big, well muscled stud standing behind you, like I'm doing now. You dream that he takes hold of your sissy hips, lovely in this corset," she held my left hip with her hand, "and pull you pack to him, pull you onto his cock. Don't you?" As I whispered my agreement, my acceptance that I was a sissy who just wanted real cock, she pulled me back and I could feel the head of the dildo on my arse opening. Already I could feel that this was a large dildo, this was much bigger than anything I'd ever played with before. "Please miss; please be careful with me, I think that cock feels maybe too big for this little sissy." "I'll be as careful or as rough as I want to be. You want this cock, you'll take this cock. You should be begging me for this cock - not sniffling complaints about it being too big." She mocked me with her tone of voice and pushed the cock slightly harder against my arse hole. "Well do you want it or not, are you going to beg for this cock, slut?" "Yes miss please, I want your cock in me, please, please push that lovely big cock into my bottie." "That's hardly begging, really grovel for this cock you slut!" Gladys slapped my arse and pushed the cock even harder against my bottom, maybe getting just slightly into my arse. The dildo was only slightly lubricated, probably my saliva and a tiny amount of gel. God this might really hurt. I was almost getting scared. But how could I stop begging for it when my mistress was demanding this of me? "Oh please fuck me miss, but be gentle." Suddenly the cock was pulled away from me. "If you do not want this beautiful cock and will not beg like a slut for it then you just will not get it, Sarah. Well, are you going to plead for some cock inside you, Sarah slut?" Her use of my new name send me over the edge of caring and I began begging, really begging and pleading for that cock. I wanted it desperately, I wanted to be filled with that cock. "Miss please, give me that cock, don't leave my little bottie with no cock in it. I need to feel that huge lovely cock inside me. I want my arse to be stretched and filled with that cock, please fuck me with it please." Gladys was not one to promise and not deliver. Almost as soon as my words were out she had the dildo back against my arse, this time pushing very firmly. As the dildo began to slip into my arse, really stretching my hole, I pushed back, still begging. "Please push it in, please, this little slut needs to have cock in her." Gladys obliged and with a very firm push the head of the dildo slipped into my arse. I gasped. This was definitely the largest dildo I'd ever experienced. But she did not stop there. Almost as soon as the cock had penetrated my ring she pushed it in as far as she could, right in, filling me, right up to my prostrate. "Aaargh, God, yes, God fuck, ah ah, oh fuck." I'd never felt anything like this, this huge cock absolutely filling my arse, stretching me and filling me. Gladys laughed "oh does my little Sarah like her cock in her then?" "Oh God yes God yes." she started moving the dildo in and out gently, I was in heaven. The shock and the slight pain of the penetration had vanished and I was left with just a feeling of fullness and of being feminine. Just being submissive and being fucked. "Oh God yes, please fuck me, please, I love that cock." And she did fuck me. She fucked me hard. I loved it. I pushed my arse back in time with her thrusts and moaned like a slut on heat. I cried out to be fucked harder and harder, to be given more and more cock. I writhed under that lovely huge cock. I lost myself in the feelings and sensations of being fucked like a woman. I was a woman. I was a slut. Suddenly Gladys reached round my hip and grabbed my own much smaller cock. It was rigid with excitement and with only a stroke or two I was pumping my cum for the second time in a few hours, filling my panties again. Gladys slipped the dildo from my well used arse. "You are a slut, you just loved that, didn't you? You loved that cock up you." I was barely able to speak and I slumped onto the floor. "Oh yes miss, thank you miss." "Oh you just the little tart I suspected you would be. Now get up slut and help me out round the shop. You do not get all this special treatment for free." I just about managed to stand up. I was incredibly aware of my sopping wet panties, of my tight corset digging into my ribs and pinching my waist, of my frilly petticoats now falling back round my stocking thighs. I had cum, normally a reason to strip off my lingerie, but right now, stood in front of my new mistress, fucked and humiliated and dressed as a maid in incredibly sexy underwear, right now, I felt a thrill. I really was that sissy slut, that tart of a maid. I was Sarah the sissy slut. It felt so good. "Yes miss." I swayed in my high heels. "Yes miss, sissy maid Sarah is now ready to help you. Please may I be of service, miss?" I picked up the hem of my dress and petticoats in my fingers and gave Gladys a little curtsey, crossing my ankles and dipping at the knees, and looking demurely down at her feet. Gladys ignored me as she dressed herself. She tidied her slightly rumbled skirt and blouse and pulled on a fitted matching jacket. As I watched her dress I also noticed that for a late 40's woman she was very striking, with subtle but effective make up and her hair up in a tight bun. I was captivated. This was going to be a day that changed my life. I curtseyed again to confirm my submission. To be contd....