Before I even began my first day as a maid, I had to go on an adventure to find the appropriate male maid uniform.
Since I had no prior experience, I wanted to at least be perfectly styled when the maid training began.
I chose a knee-length, traditional black and white maid's dress with a white ruffled apron.
I was dressed in a bra, satin underpants, and nylon stockings with suspenders.
Since my new mistress wouldn't notice, I no longer worried about the stockings being too erotic.
It would prove to be incorrect.
I was greeted by the mistress at the entrance.
She had a stately build and was a little plump.
She wore a sharp suit, brown nylon stockings, a striking pair of crocodile pumps, and her gray hair—she was around 50—was styled elegantly.
The rest was straightforward but elegant.
Her appearance was only wowed by her shoes, which were unusual.
Despite practicing at home, I tried to curtsy, but I completely failed.
The mistress gave me a chuckling smile, raised an eyebrow, and opened the door. I was instructed to take off my coat in the maid's room, which was a room full of cleaning supplies with a small table and a bare chair, before entering the living room.
I set my bag down after quickly checking my appearance in the mirror.
I had brought a change of clothes and a few extras with me just in case.
I used the pale pink lipstick to line my lips.
I stopped wearing makeup because I wasn't really sure how to do it and frequently looked more like a bright bird when I did.
I hoped to accomodate their requests.
The mistress raised her head as I walked into the living room, sitting in a soft leather chair at the desk.
I was yelled at by her, asking, "Have you never heard of knocking?".
Her voice was gloomy, "You will never enter a room here again without first knocking and waiting for my request! Go out again!".
I blushed, muttered an apology, and snuck back out the door.
Oh goodness, that started out fatally.
She said "come in" as I hesitantly knocked on the door.
She motioned for me to move to the other side of her desk while waving her arm, "Come here, little maid.".
I had to get up.
I attempted to turn as gallantly as possible as she put on her glasses and gestured for me to do so.
The mistress again removed her glasses and inquired, "Where is your corset?".
I apologetically admitted, "I didn't know that I was supposed to wear one during the training as a maid," and overeagerly followed right after.
However, I am carrying one.
Because you consistently write Corset in my home, the mistress commanded, "Then put it on quickly.".
When I realized I was wearing heels, I started to run and promptly tripped over the carpet rug in front of the desk, coming dangerously close to falling flat on my face.
Once more, I flushed.
I apologized once more in a mumble.
I put on the waist corset in the maid's room, but it's difficult to tie and tighten a corset by yourself.
Anyone who has done this before knows what I'm talking about, so I went back to the front of the living room door, knocked, and entered again at her request.
After circling the desk, she turned to look at my corset.
She questioned me, "That's probably not all you can do with lacing, is it?" before turning to work for herself.
When my mistress touched me for the first time, I trembled as her powerful hands pressed against my waist.
She tied me up tightly with deft grips, causing me to gasp briefly as I could only breathe shallowly.
The mistress said with satisfaction, "It's better that way.
She reached under my dress quickly after, and I felt her hand travel down my thigh.
In order to inspect the suspenders, she raised her skirt.
For a sissy maid, she thought, "Well, that's very daring!".
"I don't support your lasciviousness.".
You won't indulge your erotic fantasies at my expense, and you'll dress comfortably but stylishly.
Quietly, I nodded.
She asked, "Where is your "Yes Mistress"?".
Yes, mistress.
I commit to improving.
Finally intimidated, I questioned whether I should remove the suspenders.
For now, they continue.
Pansies or decent nylon stockings are what I'm anticipating for tomorrow.
"Yes, mistress.
'.
While not donning a wicked maid's uniform, your maid training also includes always dressing nicely.
Let's now see what you are capable of or what I need to teach you in the maid training so that you can become my reliable TV maid.
'.
I hoped my deodorant would work as I began to perspire in the interim.
The bar dresser, which had glasses and a pitcher of water on it, was where the mistress motioned for someone to bring her a glass of water, while nodding in that direction.
I stumbled away, still a little unsure but ready to complete the task of my maid training perfectly, thinking, "That was an easy task!".
I filled a glass with water using the pitcher, carried the glass over to the desk, and set it down.
The mistress had once more sat down, looked horrified upward, picked up the glass by the stem, and held it up to the light.
She turned the glass so I could see it and said, "See that, sissy maid?". The fact that my fingerprints were all over it made me feel bad.
I answered, "Yes, Mistress.
Excuse me, but how.".
" I stumbled.
The white cloth gloves on the dresser caught my attention at that point, so I seized them.
The mistress pressed the glass into my hand while nodding and stating:.
You'll never set a glass down on this antique desk without first placing a coaster under it, too.
Additionally, they are on the sideboard of the bar.
As part of your maid training, keep in mind this lesson.
I snuck out, realizing how difficult it was to be a male maid and wondering if I'd even be able to get through the afternoon to start working as a maid.
I came back with a new glass that was this time fingerprint-free and a coaster, and I set the glass down on the desk as it should have been.
The mistress merely nodded before rising and stepping behind me.
I complied with her request to bend over, leaning on the desk as she lifted the dress, grabbed the wooden ruler, and three times slapped my butt.
She let go of the skirt after the punishment and said, "To help you remember what you've just learned.".
I felt a little butt burn.
Yes, mistress.
She made me fetch a glass several times throughout the remainder of the day during this first maid training, at first with water and then with juice and wine.
But I didn't make any more errors.
Regarding dusting, she was content with me as well.
There were always training sessions in the later phases of maid training that I did not immediately breeze through.
She hit my butt three times each time.
With a ruler, a whip, or frequently with the palm of your hand, depending on the situation.
There was never more than three times or less than three times.
I did my best to carry out my responsibilities as a male maid, and I quickly learned a lot.
The first time I accidentally applied red lipstick rather than pink (she reprimanded me, "Way too slutty!"), and another time when I forgot my corset, I received punishment.
Even though I was only thrashing three times at a time, it added up throughout the day, and by the time the day's end rolled around, my butt was scorching hot.
Being a TV maid in heels was harder than I anticipated.
I frequently struggled off one foot at first, then the other, to relieve the weight, but the mistress wanted me to stand still, so I had to practice making the coffee while standing in the corner quietly and unobtrusively but always ready. In the beginning of my maid training, my feet hurt terribly every night ("You're not a jumping jack!").
As a result of my complete lack of knowledge, cooking was the most difficult thing for me. I received numerous slaps as a result, and eventually I even reached the point where my mistress allowed me to enroll in a cooking class because she was fed up with having to deal with my poor culinary abilities.
She claimed that it would take too much time because, as a TV maid, that is what I am there for—to relieve them rather than to burden them.
When I realized this, I began taking cooking lessons.
The outcome is impressive because my mistress is happy while I'm also putting together a full menu.
After all, a sissy maid exists to make her mistress happy and enjoy her!
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