I must admit that sometimes life can turn out to be very different from what you expect it to be. As a female bisexual looking for a switch partner for BDSM, it seems like an open field.
I’m both dominant and submissive, depending upon how the mood takes me, and like playing both roles. I was looking for either a male or a female partner. But when I met Robert, he was absolutely not what I thought I was looking for.
I’m in my early 30s, attractive and in good shape. Robert was in his 50s, fat and balding. When we met, on a blind date, I was horrified by his appearance. He was absolutely not what I wanted in a fetish partner.
Indeed, I instantly wanted to run out of the bad where we’d met, filled with shame and embarrassment. If I’d left then it would have seemed to be another nightmare fetish dating story, but there was more to Robert than met the eye.
He confessed that he had misled me when we had first chatted online. As we talked, he seemed kind and intelligent and told me that he was absolutely not looking for anything sexual.
In fact, Robert was a transvestite, who specifically liked dressing up in a female maid’s costume, and wanted nothing more than to simply be my crossdresser maid and servant.
At first, the idea freaked me out. What use would I have with a fat, balding, sissy maid? However, being a natural risk-taker, I decided to give Robert a chance and I was very pleased that I did.
I told him that he could come home with me but that there would be no intimacy, kissing or sex of any kind. I also explained that he should follow my orders explicitly.
Back at my flat, Robert changed into his sissy maid uniform. I must admit that he looked ridiculous in it, but after I had applied some lipstick to his face, and placed a wig on his head, he looked much better.
I also insisted that I waxed his legs, and enjoyed seeing him in pain as it was pulled off. Then I ordered Robert to fetch me a glass of wine and to start cleaning my flat.
He relished the task. Robert was clearly excited, but I told him that this was inappropriate in front of his mistress and he soon obliged. I must admit that, at first, this seemed to be a nightmare fetish dating story but with a spotlessly clean flat, it seems to have turned out well after all.
Now Robert is my permanent sissy maid and serves all of my needs. My favourite activity is to host parties where my female friends come and are served by Robert who must be attentive to their every whim.
To see Robert being used as a footstool, or as a human table for our drinks, is most gratifying. To be honest, I’m not sure how I got anything done before Robert became my personal sissy maid slave.
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