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?Kneel.?
On Delilah’s command, I squat painfully in my 5 inch heels before dropping my knees to the cold linoleum. Leaning back slightly, I primly smooth the pleats of my French maid’s skirt as the cruel, spiked heels dig painfully into my buttocks.
Uncomfortable as it is, the position nevertheless offers some welcome relief. I’ve spent the last 2 hours performing Delilah’s weekly ?sissy maid? chores: dusting, mopping, scrubbing her stove, and washing a mountain of dishes. I’ve 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 I wear add an element of torture to the otherwise routine drudgery. By the second hour my feet throb painfully, toes crushed into the narrow pump heels. Yet I’ve been allowed no breaks, until now.
She paces around me menacingly, scanning the kitchen for any stray dust or stains that I’ve failed to scrub away. Delilah’s a demanding mistress, and her standards give ?perfection? a whole new meaning. A nervous lump always forms in my throat as she carefully inspects the work I’ve completed. I 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, I can’t see what she’s pointing at, but I’ve 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 my kneeling position she towers over me, clearly relishing my humiliation and total obedience. Barefoot in bikini bottoms and a T-shirt, she’s been outside enjoying the sun while I’ve struggled to make her kitchen shine. Twice I’d had to drop my cleaning duties and fetch her a cold drink. Yet I 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 I’d blushed with humiliation while daintily lifting my ruffled sissy skirt. Extending a beautiful bare foot, I was twice ordered to kiss it before being sent back inside to my chores.
?Suck this dirt off my finger, slave? she now orders, looking down with contempt at my cowering, kneeling form. I imagine how absurd I must look to her, clad in a sissy dress with eyeshadow, lipstick, and a frilly maid’s cap. Yet still my erection throbs beneath my dress, being this close to her. Seeing her manicured toes, taut tummy and tan legs inches from my 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.
I barely had my mouth open when she shoved her finger inside. I taste nothing but the slight saltiness of skin, and wonder if the ?dirt? was a ruse: a mere excuse to further humiliate me and assert her feminine superiority..
?Suck that finger like a cock,? Delilah orders. ?Give it your best sissy blowjob, slave.?
I softly lick from her palm to her fingernail, curling my tongue as I travel from the nail to the palm and then back again. Fluttering my tongue on her fingertip, I lick in a fast vibrato before making little, teasing circles with the tip of my tongue.
Preliminaries done, I begin sucking in earnest. My lips form a soft ?O? as I glide up and down, varying the pressure of my tongue. Sometimes I only drag it slightly along her finger, while at others I practically lick it within my closed mouth.
Lost in the eroticism, I barely notice the sensation of her bare foot teasing my cock through my dress. Seconds later I feel her toes on my thigh. Lifting my skirt with her foot, she rubs her polished toes along the underside of my cock while I passionately suck her finger. Not having come for a week, the sensations are beyond frustrating. Shameful drips of pre-come leak copiously, sticky on my skirt.
?ENOUGH!? Simultaneously she pulls her finger from my mouth and withdraws her foot as I snap back to reality.
?Clean that disgusting pre-come off my foot this instant,? Delilah barks. She barely waits for my mouth to open before shoving her foot into my jaw. ?Quickly, double time slave,? she says as I frantically lick my 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. I 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 cuke is long and intimidatingly thick, with a girth so massive that Delilah’s beautiful little hands can barely encircle it. She hands it off to me along with a can of Crisco, presumably for lube. I ask anyway, just to make sure.
?Mistress, may I use the Crisco as lube for the cucumber?,? I 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 my 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, I rise and begin swaying my hips. I lift my skirt teasingly and ?flash? her several times, my stiff cock hard beneath the ruffles. The heels tighten my ass and calves, and I bend over and wriggle my ass for her while she laughs hysterically.
Slowly I life the French maid’s dress over my shoulders, twirling it in my hands before tossing off to Delilah’s right, much the way a stripper often ?shoots? her panties into the crowd. Now stark naked, I continue gyrating my hips and performing coquettish little turns and spins. Her eyes focus on my 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 I feel much more humiliated being naked before her as opposed to wearing my sissy dress. It adds to Delilah’s power, having me nude and her fully clothed. Knowing that she can order me to strip on command, yet I’ve never as much glanced one of her nipples. Powerless. I feel the cold linoleum on my back, and see my desperately aroused boner sticking up from my crotch. Grabbing an egg timer off the stove, she stands between my legs looking down:
?When I say ‘go’ the 60 seconds starts,? she giggles. ?If that entire cuke 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.?
Delilah pushes the chair away and sits Indian-style about 5 feet back from my shamelessly spread legs. Seeing her sexy little toes makes my dick that much harder, along with the pouting look on her face. It’s clear she relishes my 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, I begin greasing the cuke. It’s girth worries me, but I know that once I get it started my ass should stretch to accommodate it.
?Look at you oil that thing up,? Delilah laughs. ?Looks like you’ve done this before, slave. You’re a regular expert on greasing up cocks.? I try and block out her heckling and focus on the task. Pulling my legs back obscenely, I being poking the cuke’s tip at my sphincter. I’m trying desperately to relax, but Delilah leans in close and compounds my growing stress.
?Wook at wittle Scotty’s behind,? she coos, speaking in exagerrated baby-talk. ?Delilah doesn’t tink wittle Scotty’s butt will hold dat whole Q-cumber. Cootchie cootchie coo,? she says, quickly giving my tummy a tickle and making the cuke twist painfully within my bottom as I wiggle in laughter.
Just then, I feel the tip finally go in. Whew, it’s big. Using my left hand, I gently begin nudging the vegetable further inside.
?Thirty seconds left,? Delilah warns, ?and about thirty inches of cuke to go.? God she’s a cruel Mistress, yet for some reason I want badly to please her. I push the shaft harder, feeling my backside stretch painfully wide as the cuke makes it way further in. Halfway there, Delilah coos: ?ten seconds, nine, eight, seven?? I push harder, and with a sucking sound the entire cuke disappears into my ass.
?Three, two, one?? With that I use the tip of my finger and literally jam the cuke’s nub past my asshole and deep inside my asshole. The entire green shaft has now vanished up my ass.
?Times up, sissy,? Delilah says. ?I can’t believe you made it!? I 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, I’m more turned on than ever. Still laying on the floor, I look up at her tanned legs and tight calves, dreaming of burying my face in her pussy. A pussy I’ll never be allowed to see, much less lick.
?I suppose you deserve a reward, Slave,? she says. I 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.?
Delilah’s petite, shapely foot hovers inches over my hard-on while she holds the egg timer in her hand. I quickly rub my cock head over and between her toes, feeling her butter-soft soles tickle my throbbing cock. Her toes curl around the tip, forming a sort of little pussy for my sissy cock to fuck. Yet the sensations are irregular and maddening, and time is running out. The cuke remains stuffed up my ass, pressing erotically against my prostrate. I’m as hard as I’ve ever been, with blueballs about to burst.
?Twenty seconds slave,? Delilah says. Frantic, I begin literally humping her foot, eager to get my long-awaited orgasm. ?That’s it slave, hump that little clitty of a dick- c’mon slave, time’s almost up.? I’m soooo close to cumming, right on the edge.
Just as my load begins spurting, Delilah calls ?time’s up? and withdraws her foot. I continue shooting gobs of cum, but it’s unsatisfying: a ?ruined? orgasm. I watch my cum spurt but feel no sensation of relief, no satisfaction. She’d withdrawn stimulation at just the right time to assure my pleasure was muted, my sexual relief denied.
?Look at this mess you’ve made! Clean this up NOW?, she shrieked, again forcing her sticky foot to my mouth. For the next few minutes Delilah mopped up my come from the floor with her foot and ?fed? it to me, forcing me to lick my salty jizz from between her sexy toes. She delights in making sure I’ve sucked down every drop.
?Enough fun for you slave,? she said as I 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.? Delilah brushed her hair back and grinned wickedly. ?Then you may brush your teeth.?
It was going to be a long day.
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