Mistress trains her sissy Maid.
The first jolt seized me the moment the antique porcelain teacup rattled against its saucer. A sharp, electric buzz shot straight from the core of the remote-controlled toy nestled deep inside me . I froze, a tiny gasp escaping my lips as the hot Earl Grey trembled, and spilt onto the pristine carpet .
“A spill. Already?”
Said Mistress Psyche.
“You know the protocol.” That is not the standard of behaviour I expect from my maid.
“Bend over. And pull up your skirt”
I bent over and hitched up my little black skirt exposing my milky white thighs and stocking tops.
Mistress ‘ guests looked on at the unfolding scene silently.
I felt a prickle of arousal electrify the group as I bent over and exposed my soft buttocks to Mistress.
‘Thwack’
The school cane came down kissing the exposed flesh and leaving a hot red whelt .
The stinging tingled and and a warm tingle swelled my clit causing the crotch of my tiny white to visibly moisten .
“Thank you Mistress’ I blushed and began pulling down my skirt before I continued to serve the guests.
I served a lady, a stunning brunette without incident. But as I moved on Mistress’s voice stopped me again.
“The service is not yet complete. Our guests have expressed… a desire for more personal attentions” …
She held up a small, sleek black remote, her thumb resting casually on a button. “You will serve them. And you will continue to be mindful of your composure. Every lapse… earns a reminder.”
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