a classic maid outfit with alterations

Trey's burly black hands tug out a very small French maid outfit. The perfect look, Trey thought for his new sissy princess. He hands over the black and white costume. An apron weaved into the front of the bosom to the bottom of the puffy skirt. The black trim expands across the tiny ass hanging out of the mini skirt.

You would never escape this fucking asshole fetish of putting you into girlie skirts. The slutty tube top is finally gone, but in the back of your mind, what types of ensembles Trey could come up with next. You slide the costume over your arms and pat down the large puffy skirt to try to conserve your dignity.

Trey said as you stood up. "Mmm, something is missing my sweet princess. Oh yes, here you go." He handles two white fishnet stockings, a black pair of lingerie set bra and thong, a feather duster, and a little maid headdress.

"Come on, do I have to wear..."

He thundery slap face your face. "I will not tolerate bad talk." He kisses your red cheek. "Please behave today, I don't want to punish you or hurt your glamorous smooth silky skin."

"Okay... Okay, daddy." You inhale as the smack reminds you, that this man is a big red flag and a fucking wildcard. His mind and the game he's playing couldn't be dissected.

You put on the flimsy headdress then the white fishnets. They slide up your slender thighs as they engage near the highest part of your leg. You walk around the room presenting him with his newly employed maid. You process the feather duster waving it at him in a teasing way.

"So daddy..." You dusted his shoulder off. "What do you need me to clean?"

Four hours later

"Can I please have a break?" You said cleaning for what felt like forever. You sterile the throw rub on his living room floor as Trey leans down pushing the black feminine sexy thong string to the side. He then let the string go, heading its way back neatly between your cheeks.

"After you cook me lunch?" He said pressures you to do everything a real maid would do for her boss.

"I... I only know how to make sandwiches, daddy." You said not wanting to get whacked again.

"I anticipate the food to be prepared shortly. And you better please me, or you will not like what happens next."

After five minutes of checking out food recipes to satisfy Trey's hunger. A modest food combination of sandwiches mixed with chips and large cold water. You couldn't think of a great lunch meal. Your nonexisting cooking skills are barely able to conjure up like a puff of smoke.

Trey walks into the kitchen seeing the food lying across his dining room table. He shook his head in grave disappointment. He took the meat sandwich with hot mustard, honey-smoked ham, and extra cheddar cheese on the head.

"What the fuck is this shit princess? Mmm, I'm so disappointed. But I guess you are already a student in disappointing your daddy." He mocks your home life. "I will eat this barely able to call food but first I got to give your punish you. Stay here." He walks downstairs to obtain something to punish you with. You still thought you put together a nice lunch even though you have no experience in cooking.

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