Life as a Sissy Maid #5

By Melissa Miranti

It was time for Faye to take a business trip, as is often necessary for a woman of her stature and rank. Anthony knew that these days would come, but this trip would be substantially longer, on the order of two weeks. To make sure her sissy maid is properly occupied during her trip, she gives him a choice: take the time off, or spend it serving her friends in turn.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Melissa Miranti
• Release date: Apr 10, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463108826

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 5

By Melissa Miranti

Come on, Candice, I have something special planned for us today! Faye sang, her voice cutting through the sleepiness that Anthony felt early in the morning. He had been given a morning to sleep in, something that was rare but not altogether unheard of in their tiny household. It was usually his place to serve Faye from the moment she awoke to the moment she fell asleep at night. While not onerous in and of itself, it did leave him with little enough time to relax. Obviously this morning had been some kind of sick plot to allow Faye the chance to wake him up rather than the other way around.

Wha…? Anthony said.

Oh, right, sorry, forgot all about that! Faye said, noticing Anthony’s body underneath the thick blankets. Though his pajamas were pink and covered with tiny happy clouds, he was not made up as he usually was. For most of the day he served as Faye’s maid, not her butler, for a butler was a man, and Anthony instead served as Faye’s crossdressing sissy maid. When he was in his sissy maid mode, she called him Candice, though when he was otherwise dressed or undressed, he regained his birth name.

No, it’s fine milady. I didn’t expect you to greet me this morning is all. Was I wrong about the morning I had off? Anthony asked, remembering his manners. The words came easily now that he had been Faye’s maid for nearly a year, since he had been learning the proper script for servants the whole time. It wasn’t something that Faye insisted on, but he found it lent more authenticity to what she wished from him.

You weren’t wrong in the slightest. However, I do need to talk to you about something, Faye said, sitting down on Anthony’s bed. She was just visible in the early morning light, covered in a thick white robe that made her look as if she were carrying a comforter around the apartment. For whatever reason related to the confluence of their interests, Faye had precious few outwardly feminine things, preferring grayscale to pink, brown to purple, and function to form. Anthony supposed that even though she was a beautiful woman, the circumstances of her life had led her to cloak herself in masculinity, to better fit into a corporate world made for such things. Nonetheless, he could barely stop staring at her in the morning dim, her features made soft by the light.

Anything, milady.

"I am going to be going on a business trip soon, and it may take me away from you for a couple weeks. As such, I feel I