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"Now, darling," Madame said with a cool smile, brushing a speck of dust from her impeccable black suit.
"Tonight is rather special — he’s picking me up in his new sports car, and we have reservations at that place you always dreamed of, but could never afford."
She looked down at the kneeling sissy maid, fingers lightly resting on the lace headband.
"Of course, you’ll be staying here, like a good little house pet. No moving. No peeking. Not even a twitch."
The maid swallowed, nodding faintly, face burning with shame.
"Yes, Madame..."
Madame’s eyes sparkled. "Mmm, you look so precious like that — frilly, fragile, perfectly humiliated. Just imagine if he saw you like this."
She let the thought hang in the air, adjusting the strap of her Chanel bag.
"But don’t worry... I’ll be sure to tell him all about my obedient little maid while he pours the wine."
She leaned closer with a smirk.
"Now be still, darling. If I come back and find a single ruffle out of place, you'll be sleeping in the closet for a week."
And with that, she turned on her heel and walked out, heels clicking like punctuation marks of authority.
The door closed with a soft but final click — leaving silence and a trembling maid behind.
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