Miss Julia Visits

I was working in the kitchen, cleaning up from the breakfast I'd just served my Mistress. As usual, I mentally reviewed how the morning had gone, to see if there was any way I could have improved my service. I think I'd done well serving Her. She'd seemed pleased eating Her eggs and avocado toast with coffee, water, and cranberry juice that I'd prepared for Her, as She casually scrolled Her phone.

I know Her tastes, likes, and desires so intimately now, She seldom has to tell me what to make for breakfast. As Her sissy maid, She has little reason to chat with me in the morning, aside from occasional orders or gestures for more food, drink refills, or other small tasks. As She ate I stood in my kitchen corner, face to the wall, where the little mantra I knew so well was posted at eye level for me to read over and over until Mistress Imani called to me or rang the small bell on the kitchen table. She prefers me to "stand by" this way, since She is bothered by my "sissy eyeballs staring at Her while eating" as She puts it. My "tiny and shiny" vinyl French maid outfit crinkles if I move, so I try to be as still as possible to not annoy Mistress. I held my hands at my sides.

Like most weekday mornings, Mistress Imani kept it casual, eating at Her kitchen table in Her brightly patterned light summer robe, brightly draped over the sheer white nightie She still wore. Her smooth chocolate skin glowed in contrast with it, and Her large breasts almost spilled out from the low cut. She has large aureola that show through the sheer material. I stood in my six inch black heels, the dark stockings with a seam line up the back held up by garters, a black bob wig on with a lacy maids cap, in full makeup. In other words, a typical morning serving at Mistress Imani's house.

The mantra on the wall, inches from my face, read:

i am Mistress Imani's white trash sissy maid

i exist to serve Mistress Imani

i will obey Mistress Imani

i will please Mistress Imani

my only value is in Mistress Imani's pleasure

This morning She had been particularly untalkative. I heard the crunch of Her toast, audio clips from Her scrolling, Her occasional grunts and chuckles. She tinkled the little bell, and I turned around, stepped to Her side, my hands folded in front of me, eyes lowered respectfully, and waited for Her to speak.

"I'm done, cunt. You can take this away."

"Yes Mistress. Thank You Mistress."

"I'm going out shopping with my daughter today. I'll be up getting ready. If I need your help I'll ring the bell, so just do your housework until then, idiot. Julia may be in early."

Mistress Imani rose abruptly, leaving the table for me to clean. I couldn't help but watch in admiration and controlled lust as I watched Her large, round ass move away down the hall. My chastity cage responded by blocking my sinful urges. I lived in a haze of unrequited lust for my Mistress and Her Black friends and family all the time anyway, so this was a very normal reaction. I am always in a lustful trance to Her large curves, the wideness of Her Superior Black ass, the stern look of what She calls only half jokingly Her resting bitch face.

The doorbell interrupts my mental review of the morning, and I put down the dish that I'm rinsing. I straighten my maids outfit, do a quick check of my makeup in the tiny kitchen mirror. My heels click on the shiny wooden floor that I had once meticulously restored, and now keep maintained for Mistress. I unlock the door to see Mistress' daughter, Miss Julia.

"Hello, loser"

"Hello Princess Miss Julia" I say, curtseying. Miss Julia is stunning, a dark chocolate skin, wide plump lips, a round face like Her Mother. She is not as full figured as Mistress Imani but has all the curves, and She was blessed to inherit Her Mothers genes for a large ass. Her breasts are smaller than Her Mother's but Her small waist helps highlight them. She has broad shoulders and is in great shape. She is wearing a purple sun dress and low heeled walking shoes. She has a bag around Her shoulder. She is clearly ready to shop.

"Where's my Mom?"

"She's upstairs getting prepared, Princess. May I offer You a chair and a drink while You wait?"

Princess Julia smirked derisively at this, as if waiting for Her mother was a formal thing. "Sure, sure, get me an orange juice," She says as She throws Herself onto a stuffed chair.

"Yes Princess Julia."

When I return with Her glass of juice, She is lying back in the chair, one shapely leg up on the stool in front of it, the other on the floor. She is cupping Her chin in her fist, impatiently. "What took you so long?" I set the glass down on the table beside the chair.

"I - I apologize, Miss Julia, I -"

"I'll tell your Mistress about this. It will be marked up as an infraction."

"Yes Miss Julia. I am so sorry."

"Shut the fuck up loser. Get on your knees. Inspect my shoes."

I knew what this would lead to. Of course I immediately obeyed, dropping to my knees. I could feel the deep metal plug in my ass shift. My ass raised to the air as I put my face next to the shoe She had on Her foot on the floor. I was wearing a tiny pink panty thong, which did absolutely nothing to hide the flesh of my ass which bloomed out from the lace of my extremely short maid uniform. I looked closely at Princess Julia's shoe. It was a shiny light purple shoe, close toed, a sensible three inch heel for shopping. I could see no scuffs or marks on it.

"Kiss it."

I obeyed and started kissing it immediately, wet, sloppy kisses.

Miss Julia sipped her orange juice. "Keep kissing. Kiss it clean." Miss Julia was starting to enjoy Herself. "Kiss the other one."

"Yes Miss Julia." Her other shoe, resting on the footstool, was also immaculate and shiny. I kissed it gratefully, trying to show my respect. There were so many reasons to respect Her. She was beautiful. She was female. She was Black. She was my Mistress' daughter. I glanced up

at Her. She was so beautiful, an ideal feminine form to me. Her bra formed Her breasts up firmly under the material of Her pretty dress. She reached down and pulled up Her dress.

"Kiss up my leg, maid. Make it slow and respectful."

The Black family I served was very big on respect. Respect was a very important thing to show to Them to keep one's ass from being whipped. So I kissed a slow path of kisses up Her divine bare leg. It smelled of sweet lotion. I glanced up at Her as I went, to make sure I was seeing Her approval. Her stern bitchy look slowly softened as my kisses became more sensual, with a bit of teasing tongue. Her hand went for her purple cotton panty, and She pulled it aside, revealing Her plump, always fresh shaven pussy, with its pink thin lips and dark labia surrounding it. I was kissing Her thighs when She did this.

"Please Me, white cunt," She ordered seductively. She said it slowly, the words drawn out in a faux deep voice, a subtly mocking tone She liked using with me, as if I needed to be seduced to please Her in any way She wanted. With deep pleasure I kissed Her superior pussy, then reached out my tongue stud to tease Her clit, then pushed my tongue into the top of Her slit, wiggling it. I put my practiced tongue to use, my most useful and used sexual instrument. I am proud of my endurance for pussy licking, I have given Mistress' daughter so many orgasms with it.

I held my hands together behind my back and pressed my face into Her crotch to add pressure and depth to my worship of Her pussy. She grabbed my head and pushed me further into Her. She smelled of flower perfume, and musky pussy. She tasted of sweet Goddess wetness and a hint of pee. I was overcome with a genuine deep passion to worship Her, I truly wanted to please Her with the orgasm I knew She deeply deserved this morning. I owed Her this relief before Her mother came downstairs, and They went out. She had told me to lick Her to orgasm, it was an order from a Superior, a divine command that I was obeying. This was all I really needed for it to be a big turn on for me. All my mental and hypno training kicked in and it made my passion real. My own sexual energy was always pent up, locked in a tiny metal sissy cage with my tiny penis. I usually drip sissy tears from my cage when licking a Superior Woman, and this time was no exception. I've occasionally even cum in my cage when performing this service.

I was so needy to please Her, as I lapped up and down Her beautiful brown pussy with its pink interior, tasting Her fluids as She humped Her hips into my face. I held out my tongue as far as it would go, wagging it, as She ground Her crotch into me, moaning, cursing at me, grabbing the ring on my collar with a firm two fingers and smashing me forward into Her divine spot.

"Aaaahhhh! Ooooooh damn, sissy! I'm cummin'! Fuck, bitch! Damn! Lick it you stupid bitch! Ohhh yessssssss!"

Her body shuddered with an orgasmic seizure, and she squirted, erupting into my face and mouth. I learned early on in my service to Mistress Imani that Princess Julie was a squirter, the horniest of women. I continued to lick Her fervently, finishing Her wave of pleasure, then licked Her thighs and crevices of Her legs to clean up any Goddess Nectar that may have splashed that way, until She abruptly pushed me away.

"Get the fuck off me, cunt." She pulled her panties back in place in the chair, then stood and adjusted Her dress as I continued to lick the wetness from the furniture and floor, knowing that Mistress would hold me responsible for any stains on Her furniture. I was lapping the little pool on the wooden floor as Mistress Imani came down the stairs, just as Her daughter finished straightening Her dress.

"You look great, Mom."

"Thanks. Just a casual shopping outfit." Said Mistress, demurely.

She was underplaying. She looked stunning in an all black ensemble of cotton shorts, a button-down canvas top open down to Her considerable cleavage, and black sandals that highlighted Her white toenails that had just been done by me last night. Her matching shorts and top were highlighted with silver metal rings placed by the designer in the fabric of the arms and shoulders, and around the bottom of the shorts.

The Superiors grabbed their bags. Princess Julie slammed what was left of Her orange juice, and firmly placed the glass back on the table.

"Let's go, Mom. I'm ready."

"Yes, I heard You get ready!" Said Mistress Imani. They both laughed.

I knelt up on the floor where I was, out of respect for Them. Mistress Imani said to me, "While we are away, sissy, you will clean the upstairs with special attention to detail to my bedroom. Julia, You have anything for the loser to do before we go?"

Miss Julia paused a moment. "Oh wait! Yeah, I do." She pulled out Her phone. I'm sending sissy a picture of my new boyfriend Hassan's cock. It's so fucking amazing! He needs his place cleaned up, and I told him my Mom has a maid. So maybe Mom and I can work out a time for You to serve Him."

I was stunned. "I am so grateful Princess Julia! Thank You, so much!" I was only allowed access to my phone at certain times of the day, but couldn't wait to see it.

"You can look at it for a moment before starting your chores, loser, to remind you how pathetic you are. I know how you fag out to Black cock and all that shit," said Mistress Imani. "But if we get back to find your chores done wrong and you not in your waiting spot, I'll add so many points to your list your little pink ass will be raw on correction day."

"Y-yes Mistress, I understand." I couldn't help but notice the radiant sexual beauty of Mistress' toes in Her expensive black strappy sandals as I kept my eyes lowered as She lectured me.

Then in a moment both Superiors were gone, the door allowed to slam shut behind Them. I stayed kneeling for a moment, recited my mantra to myself out loud, then rose to start the next part of my day, eager to show Her just how obedient I could be.