Life as a Sissy Maid #3

By Melissa Miranti

Anthony Kenson has found his dream job, but he still hasn't fully settled into the role that his employer, Faye Chen, expects of him. Yes, the dresses, panties, and bras that he got to wear were wonderful. Yes, the chastity cage that Faye kept him in was perfectly frustrating, but Anthony needed more. He needed to be broken in. He needed a sissy identity. He needed to lose his anal virginity to Faye's big strap-on.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Melissa Miranti
• Release date: Feb 7, 2019
• ISBN: 9781370201204

Melissa Miranti

About the AuthorMelissa Miranti is a bisexual Brooklyn-based erotica writer. She has been writing erotica since she was younger than she’d like to admit, but began publishing in early 2016. She lives with her wife, who generously indulges her myriad fetishes. She hopes that you enjoy her stories, and by all means, do enjoy them thoroughly. You can even commission your own story!

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Life as a Sissy Maid 3

By Melissa Miranti

Suds sloshed about as Anthony Kenson worked away on this latest batch of laundry. He had several items in the sink, some soaking away in the cleaning solution, one in his hands. Faye Chen, his employer, liked her maid to hand-wash her underwear and hosiery; not only did it take care of the items better than machine washing, but it also served to keep Anthony in contact with women’s clothing.

At the moment, he was spending his time washing a pair of blue pantyhose that Faye liked to wear as part of a set. For whatever reason, the finer points of fashion being beyond Anthony’s ken, blue clothes served her well. The bra and panties that went with the set were drying on a small rack to one side, and there they would stay until they were ready to rejoin their fellows in Faye’s drawers. Anthony had no idea before he met Faye that some women did wear panties under their pantyhose, and some did not. He had never thought about women’s clothing choices in depth like that before signing up as Faye’s live-in sissy maid.

A small change in resistance snapped Anthony out of his reverie. Something had shifted in a way it wasn’t supposed to underneath his hands. Clad in rubber gloves though they may be, his hands still had enough feeling to tell that something was wrong. He lifted the hosiery out of the water, discovering a tiny rip in the fabric. As he probed it with a finger, the rip widened to the point where Anthony was sure he could not hope to fix it with his poor sewing skills. It would be a cold day in hell before Anthony could expect to get out of punishment for ripping one