Chapter Eighteen
Sissy Maid
“Michelle, come here right now!”
I had been praying all afternoon that she wouldn’t really say those words. I had begged her not to. I had asked her to please not do this to me but, even as I had, I knew that I was wasting my breath. I opened my mouth, backed myself away from the wall and the huge dildo I had buried in my throat, let myself down from standing on my tiptoes and turned around to face the kitchen door.
My fiancé Julia had been out in the living room for over an hour listening to Carole, my b***h lesbian roommate, tell her lies about how I wanted to live as a sissy maid and all of the disgusting things I wanted her to do to me while I had been impaled on my ‘perch’. She had even shown her the video of me begging for it.
Two months ago I had be
