1. Mistress Sarah Gives Evie an Assignment


    Date: 9/28/2015, Categories: Crossdressing, Author: Maid2frill, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    purple lace bra and matching thong. "Mmm. I love that set," cooed Mistress Sarah. "Sexy choice, princess, but let's see what else you picked." I held up each panty and bra. Mistress Sarah giggled a few times and complimented on how cute I would look in some of the items. She finally settled on a black lace bra with black silk boy shorts. Mistress Sarah ordered me to put these on her. I knelt before her and slid the panties up her legs. She lifted her arse slightly off the chair, allowing me to pull the panties all the way up. Next I picked up the bra. I had taken many bras off girls in the past but had never put one on a girl and so I felt a little awkward. Mistress Sarah noticed my uncertainty and hesitation. She joked, "Don't be scared Evie. It's just a bra. You can do it. Soon you'll be a pro with bras, dear. They will become a regular part of your wardrobe, pretty. We don't want your tits getting saggy do we?" My cock twitched at the comment. I did not know how serious Mistress Sarah was about me wearing bras all the time. I had always preferred corsets and basques, but for some mysterious reason the idea excited me. I could not imagine how it would be possible but at the moment it seemed thrilling. Mistress Sarah stood up and put her arms out for me. I slid the straps up her arms. It almost seemed cruel to be covering up such beautiful tits. Before the bra covered her tits, Mistress Sarah ordered, "Kiss them." I gladly leaned down and gave each of her nipples a soft ...
    kiss and gentle tongue licking. My cock was raging hard beneath my sissy dress. "Mmmm. So nice," moaned Mistress Sarah. After enjoying her tits for a few brief seconds, I moved behind her and pulled her bra up. To my surprise, I managed to clasp the bra shut with only a slight bit of fumbling. "Good girl," she said in a complimentary tone. "Now let's get you started on my hair." Mistress handed me a brush and told me to start brushing her hair. Almost immediately Mistress Sarah ordered, "Harder! Don't be such a sissy!" She laughed at the unintended pun. "Oh, that's right... you are a sissy. Try to be more like a man when you brush hair. I know it will be hard for you, pretty, but just try." I blushed at the humiliating remarks and giggles. My red face seemed to be a visual gauge on my arousal and submission. The deeper I blushed the more my cock swelled and the more submissive I became. Obediently, I firmly brushed Mistress Sarah's hair. I felt like a slave worshipping a goddess. Mistress Sarah did her own make-up, but told me I would need to learn this. In between brushing hair, I had to fetch various make-up items for her. Although most of the items were within easy reach, she still required me to fetch them. This served to reinforce my obedience and slave status. I found the experience to be very gratifying. I enjoyed pampering my mistress and was eager to learn about make-up. After Mistress Sarah's hair and make-up were done, I was sent to the wardrobe and told to pick up a ...