chasteandimpure:Sissy StepsIt was a simple thing to do but it represented yet another point of n
chasteandimpure: Sissy Steps It was a simple thing to do but it represented yet another point of no return. The journey Sissy’s mistress had charted out for her had so many of these. Sissy took a deep breath, but even as she did so she faltered. Her anxiety breaking up her breathing. She just needed to get though this, place one foot in front of the other and enter the room where Mistress awaited with her guest. Sissy’s instructions seemed reasonable. She did love the stockings, and it was only polite. Her faltering steps sounded on the wooden floor betraying her nervousness. She felt their eyes upon her, as she appeared to them in the doorway, but she was strictly forbidden to make eye contact with her superiors. She felt her heart pounding, this was the moment. Just one more step down the long, one-way road. “Please Mistress, sorry for the intrusion,” she said as she performed a trembling curtsy. She had clearly interrupted a passionate moment. They sat close on the sofa, breathless, with clothing loose and dishevelled. The chilled wine bottle she had brought them earlier lay discarded at their feet besides Mistress’ panties. “What is so important that you must interrupt us Sissy?” Mistress snapped. Her tone had Sissy wanting to apologise again and run from the scene, but Sissy knew this was part of the cruel game. It was Sissy’s move, just one more in a loosing endgame that would go on forever. “Please Mistress, I just wanted to thank Hank for his thoughtful present,” she said raising her skirts slowly to the sound of booming laughter. This lovely photo by kind permission of @pinkandnatural Index of Stories -- source link