Kneel.”
On Hinata’s command, Naruto squat painfully in his 5 inch heels before dropping his knees to the cold linoleum. Leaning back slightly, Naruto primly smooth the pleats of his French maid’s skirt as the cruel, spiked heels dig painfully into his buttocks.
Uncomfortable as it is, the position nevertheless offers some welcome relief. he's spent the last 2 hours performing Hinata’s weekly “sissy maid” chores: dusting, mopping, scrubbing her stove, and washing a mountain of dishes. He's also polished her shoe and boot collection to a mirror shine. These tasks aren’t difficult, but the 5 inch heels and French maid’s uniform that she requires Naruto to wear add an element of torture to the otherwise routine drudgery. By the second hour Naruto's feet throb painfully, toes crushed into the narrow pump heels. Yet he's been allowed no breaks, until now.
She paces around me menacingly, scanning the kitchen for any stray dust or stains that he's failed to scrub away. Hinata’s a demanding mistress, and her standards give “perfection” a whole new meaning. A nervous lump always forms in his throat as she carefully inspects the work he's completed. Naruto kneel obediently in the center of the room while she carries out her “white glove” inspection.
“What do we have here, slave,” she asks, pointing to an apparent smudge on the countertop next to the sink. From my kneeling position, he can’t see what she’s pointing at, but he's not been given permission to stand up and come over. She rubs her index finger across the stain and frowns.
“Looks like filth to me. I guess you want your Mistress to cook in a filthy kitchen, eh?”


“No Mistress. With your permission, I will make it right, Mistress.” Rather than respond, she strolls over wearing a bitchy pout.
From his kneeling position she towers over him, clearly relishing in his humiliation and total obedience. Barefoot in bikini bottoms and a T-shirt, she’s been outside enjoying the sun while he's struggled to make her kitchen shine. Twice he had to drop his cleaning duties and fetch her a cold drink. Yet he welcomed the chance to serve so personally, to see her supine in total relaxation while I slaved away inside. She’d required me to “curtsey” after serving her the drinks, and he'd blushed with humiliation while daintily lifting his ruffled sissy skirt. Extending a beautiful bare foot, he was twice ordered to kiss it before being sent back inside to his chores.
“Suck this dirt off my finger, slave” she now orders, looking down with contempt at Naruto's cowering, kneeling form. he imagine how absurd he must look to her, clad in a sissy dress with eyeshadow, lipstick, and a frilly maid’s cap. Yet still his erection throbs beneath his dress, being this close to her. Seeing her manicured toes, taut tummy and tan legs inches from his face, her bikini-clad crotch at eye level. “You needn’t get up slave, I’ve brought the dirt to you,” she says, suppressing a giggle.
he barely had his mouth open when she shoved her finger inside. Naruto taste nothing but the slight saltiness of skin, and wonder if the “dirt” was a ruse: a mere excuse to further humiliate him and assert her feminine superiority..
“Suck that finger like a cock,” Hinata orders. “Give it your best sissy blowjob, slave.”


Naruto softly lick from her palm to her fingernail, curling his tongue as Ihe travel from the nail to the palm and then back again. Fluttering his tongue on her fingertip, he lick in a fast vibrato before making little, teasing circles with the tip of his tongue.
Preliminaries done, Naruto begin sucking in earnest. His lips form a soft “O” as he glide up and down, varying the pressure of his tongue. Sometimes Naruto only drag it slightly along her finger, while at others he practically lick it within his closed mouth.
Lost in the eroticism, Naruto barely notice the sensation of her bare foot teasing his cock through his dress. Seconds later he feels her toes on his thigh. Lifting Naruto's skirt with her foot, she rubs her polished toes along the underside of his cock while Naruto passionately suck her finger. Not having come for a week, the sensations are beyond frustrating. Shameful drips of pre-come leak copiously, sticky on his skirt.
“ENOUGH!” Simultaneously she pulls her finger from his mouth and withdraws her foot as Naruto snaps back to reality.
“Clean that disgusting pre-come off my foot this instant,” Hinata barks. She barely waits for his mouth to open before shoving her foot into his jaw. “Quickly, double time slave,” she says as Naruto frantically lick his salty drops from her toes & arches. After a few minutes, she removes her foot and walks slowly over to the fridge. Rummaging about for a bit, she walks back to me with something concealed behind her back. Naruto don’t like where this is going.
“You will get this entire cucumber up your ass within the next 60 seconds, slave. If successful, you will earn a chance to come.” The cucumber is long and intimidatingly thick, with a girth so massive that Hinata’s beautiful little hands can barely encircle it. She hands it off to Naruto along with a can of Crisco, presumably for lube. he ask anyway, just to make sure.
“Mistress, may I use the Crisco as lube for the cucumber?,” Naruto politely inquire.
“Of course, stupid. What did you think it was for, to bake a batch of cookies?” Chortling, she reclines in a kitchen chair, her “front-row seat” for his latest humiliation.
“First I want you to stand up and strip buck naked for me. Do it sloooowly, slave. Put on a nice striptease for me.”


Beyond embarrassed, he rise and begin swaying his hips. he lift his skirt teasingly and “flash” her several times, his stiff cock hard beneath the ruffles. The heels tighten his ass and calves, and Naruto bend over and wriggle his ass for her while she laughs hysterically.
Slowly he life the French maid’s dress over his shoulders, twirling it in his hands before tossing it off to Hinata’s right, much the way a stripper often “shoots” her panties into the crowd. Now stark naked, Naruto continue gyrating his hips and performing coquettish little turns and spins. Her eyes focus on his hard cock, shaved bare as a little boy’s per her orders.
“Okay, enough dancing my little stripper slut. Forgive me if I don’t give you a tip, since your show was pretty pathetic. Now it’s time to get that hungry little ass of yours filled up. Lay on your back on the floor and spread those legs wide.”


For some reason he feel much more humiliated being naked before her as opposed to wearing his sissy dress. It adds to Hinata’s power, having him nude and her fully clothed. Knowing that she can order him to strip on command, yet he's never as much glanced one of her nipples. Powerless. Naruto feel the cold linoleum on his back, and see his desperately aroused boner sticking up from his crotch. Grabbing an egg timer off the stove, she stands between his legs looking down:
“When I say ‘go’ the 60 seconds starts,” she giggles. “If that entire cucumber isn’t up your ass by the time this sand runs out, you’re not only not cumming, you’re getting a hell of a punishment.”


Hinata pushes the chair away and sits Indian-style about 5 feet back from Naruto's shamelessly spread legs. Seeing her sexy little toes makes his dick that much harder, along with the pouting look on her face. It’s clear she relishes in his degradation, as a princess should.
“Ready, set…..go,” she says, flipping the egg timer over in front of her. “Keep your eyes on the timer, not on me,” she warns.
Pulling the Crisco lid off, Naruto begin greasing the cuke. It’s girth worries him, but he know that once he get it started his ass should stretch to accommodate it.
“Look at you oil that thing up,” Hinata laughs. “Looks like you’ve done this before, slave. You’re a regular expert on greasing up cocks.” Naruto tries to block out her heckling and focus on the task. Pulling his legs back obscenely, he begins poking the cuke’s tip at his sphincter. he's trying desperately to relax, but Hinata leans in close and compounds his growing stress.
“Wook at wittle Naru’s behind,” she coos, speaking in exagerrated baby-talk. “Hinata doesn’t tink wittle Naru’s butt will hold dat whole Q-cumber. Cootchie cootchie coo,” she says, quickly giving his tummy a tickle and making the cucumber twist painfully within his bottom as he wiggle in laughter.
Just then, Naruto feel the tip finally go in. Whew, it’s big. Using his left hand, he gently begin nudging the vegetable further inside.
“Thirty seconds left,” Hinata warns, “and about thirty inches of cucumber to go.” God she’s a cruel Mistress, yet for some reason he want badly to please her. Naruto pushes the shaft harder, feeling his backside stretch painfully wide as the cucumber makes it way further in. Halfway there, Hinata coos: “ten seconds, nine, eight, seven…” naruto pushes harder, and with a sucking sound the entire cucumber disappears into his ass.
“Three, two, one…” With that Naruto use the tip of his finger and literally jam the cucumber’s nub past his asshole and deep inside his asshole. The entire green shaft has now vanished up his ass.
“Times up, sissy,” Hinata says. “I can’t believe you made it!” Naruto blush with pride at having pleased her, a pride that proved short lived.
“What an accomplishment, sissy,” she said. “After a week without cumming, you’ve spent a gorgeous day scrubbing my house in a French maid’s dress and high heels. The only time you’ve spent outside was serving me drinks. And now, you’re proud of yourself for sticking a cucumber up your ass in front of me. You really are pathetic, aren’t you?
Despite her degradation, Naruto is more turned on than ever. Still laying on the floor, he look up at her pale legs and tight calves, dreaming of burying his face in her pussy. A pussy he'll never be allowed to see, much less lick.
“I suppose you deserve a reward, Slave,” she says. Naruto look up at her excitedly.
“Remember, I didn’t say you’d come, I said you’d have a chance to come. Here’s your chance. You may rub your sissy cock against my foot for 60 seconds. I’ll set the egg timer again. If you do manage to come, you will lick up every drop from both my foot and the floor. Time starts….now.”


Hinata’s petite, shapely foot hovers inches over Naruto's hard-on while she holds the egg timer in her hand. he quickly rub his cock head over and between her toes, feeling her butter-soft soles tickle his throbbing cock. Her toes curl around the tip, forming a sort of little pussy for his sissy cock to fuck. Yet the sensations are irregular and maddening, and time is running out. The cucumber remains stuffed up his ass, pressing erotically against his prostrate. Naruto's as hard as he's ever been, with blueballs about to burst.
“Twenty seconds slave,” Hinata says. Frantic, Naruto begin literally humping her foot, eager to get his long-awaited orgasm. “That’s it slave, hump that little clitty of a dick- c’mon slave, time’s almost up.” he's soooo close to cumming, right on the edge.
Just as my\his load begins spurting, Hinata calls “time’s up” and withdraws her foot. Naruto continue shooting gobs of cum, but it’s unsatisfying: a “ruined” orgasm. he watches his cum spurt but feel no sensation of relief, no satisfaction. She’d withdrawn stimulation at just the right time to assure his pleasure was muted, his sexual relief denied.
“Look at this mess you’ve made! Clean this up NOW”, she shrieked, again forcing her sticky foot to his mouth. For the next few minutes Hinata mopped up his cum from the floor with her foot and “fed” it to him, forcing him to lick his own salty jizz from between her sexy toes. She delights in making sure he's sucked down every drop.
“Enough fun for you slave,” she said as Naruto swallowed the last of the cum. “My bathroom is filthy, and you’re going to make it shine. Now fix your makeup and get back into your dress this instant. And no, you may not remove the cucumber until my bathroom is gleaming. Did you bring that toothbrush I made you stick up your ass last week?”


“Yes I did, Mistress.”


“Excellent. You may use it- and only it- to clean my shower, sink and toilet. In that order.” Hinata brushed her hair back and grinned wickedly. “Then you may brush your teeth.”


It was going to be a long day.