You’ll be working on posture

Your mistress helps you get dressed, reminding this too will he a daily expectation while locking each piece on. The material is so soft yet sturdy, the cutest black and white maid dress that poofed shirt enough to show your cage. She said you wouldn’t be getting panties, as she wanted to see your locked clitty when ever she wanted, and despite the poofy white petticoat when you stood straight or bent over the pink cage was visible. This was accompanied by extremely nice stockings and locking 3 inch heels. “You’ll start on these, but I’d love to get you to ballet heels soon. So much to train!” She giggles. Your Mistress also helps you into a black bobbed wig, ‘until we grow out your pretty hair.’

You loved the feeling of it all, amazed at how pretty you looked in the floor length mirror, when she addressed the pieces she hadn’t added yet. “If you keep staring at yourself in the mirror slut you’ll fall in love. Come here!” She commanded, which you quickly obeyed. “The main thing your uniform will be working towards is your horrible boy posture. Thankfully this will help!” She chuckles as she begins to add a thick black leather posture collar. It had a built in spreader bar that attached to matching wrist cuffs soon attached as well. “Now, stand up straight, chest out, waist in. That’s it…” she presses a button, saying now, try to slouch?” You did though hard in the thick collar, only to be hit by such a massive attack of vibrations below you instantly straightened again. “Very good! The system can detect when sissies lose their posture and will guide them back.”

You blush hard. You’d normally like vibrations, but between their massive intensity and how overteased you already were, it felt much scarier.

Suddenly you heard the doorbell ring. “Ohh! That must be breakfast. I was nice and doordashed some in. Be a dear and fetch it Sissy!”

“Oh, um… Yes Mistress.” Is all you can stammer, heading out of the master bathroom, through the master bedroom, and back to the entrance. You hadn’t paid attention before just how every piece of devote was either obvertly or subtly kinky as hell, from the Femdom themed artwork to the multifunctional tables and chairs. You didn’t think too much, focusing on stepping properly in heels to keep your posture and not trip. You did have to bend over to reach the door with your bound spread hands, only to see a familiar face holding your order. Shit! What are the odds they’d be your dasher!