To a Maid Cafe

Makoto's breath hitched in her throat as her anus clenched tightly. She tried to play off her reaction, seeing as her squeak seemed to have garnered at least some attention from the others exiting the station, by trying to take a few steps. Her steps were small and unsteady, and she felt her heart pounding away in her chest.

"Just... try to ignore it," she whispered to herself. She kept her body rigid as she walked to minimize the sensations. It wasn't helping much. After a few minutes of walking, she found herself at an intersection. She could either continue forward or turn right. She glanced around before deciding to continue going straight. As soon as she passed the turn, the vibrations ceased.

Makoto stopped there for a moment to collect herself. They hadn't expressly told her what represented getting warmer in relation to this humiliating toy's vibrations, but Makoto wasn't a fool. There was no way her depraved tormentor would reward her for being right by turning off the device. Wherever he was, Makoto was certain he was enjoying watching her squirm. She took a deep breath, steeled herself, and turned around. The butt plug sprung to life again as she did, but this time she was prepared. Or she had been until she made the turn around the corner. Suddenly, the vibrations became much more aggressive, practically doubling in speed. Makoto froze in her tracks, biting her lip to suppress another squeak, not wanting to attract any more attention than necessary.

She stood there, eyes clenched shut for a minute, trying to acclimate to the toy's new speed. It wasn't going well. She felt her legs spasm beneath her slightly, wanting to just let her drop. She held strong, taking a tentative step forward, waiting a moment and then taking another. The steps she took now were much smaller than her normal stride. She struggled on like that until she found herself at another crossroad. She considered her options. The constant sensations in her butt made that difficult, and she wanted a reprieve from them, even if just for a moment, so she turned around and backtracked a few steps, expecting the toy to turn off like before. It didn't. The device slowed back down to its earlier speed but showed no signs of stopping.

Makoto grimaced. "Of course, they're not going to turn it off again," she said under her breath with a sigh. She had no idea where they were guiding her. Truthfully, she hadn't been paying much attention to the shops she passed, and she wasn't the most familiar with the area in the first place. She just hoped she was getting close. She wasn't sure how much more of this she could take...

She turned herself back in the right direction, taking a few steps to figure out which path forward was correct. After one of her steps, the toy's speed increased again, her legs nearly buckling. She didn't stop, however. She trudged onward, taking baby steps forward, her thighs nearly pressed together. After a short period of walking that direction, her breath started to feel short, and a small bead of something Makoto wasn't going to acknowledge trailed down her thigh. Her face burned.

She tried to disregard what was happening, pressing onward. She knew her time was running low. She continued moving slowly but surely. At a certain point, she felt the speed increase again, stopping her in her tracks. Her legs quivered slightly beneath her, feeling like they were made of jelly. Her face glowed a brilliant shade of red, and she was panting.

Each step, if they could even still be called that, felt like a Herculean task to complete. For all her efforts, she was barely inching forward, having to use the storefront walls to support herself. If anyone was throwing her any looks, she was in no state to notice. She kept her eyes at her feet. Her thighs were clamped tightly together. She felt the slowly growing dampness in her loins. Her face burned. She wasn't a fool. Sure, she didn't know much in regard to sexual acts or devices used in said acts, but she knew what was happening, what would happen - right there in public in front of all these people - if something didn't change. The thought made her shudder. She felt a twinge in her loins.

Admittedly, she didn't have much experience with 'pleasuring' herself. Sae had told her when she had given her "the talk" as a child it wasn't something good girls should do. And now, despite herself, she was being pushed to the brink of having a very public orgasm... from something shoved up her butt no less. The thought was mortifying. Makoto felt shame well up within her.

Eventually, as she dragged herself along, she felt the speed of the toy sharply increase again. It was caused enough of a jolt that all the air seemed to escape out of her, and her eyes tried to do the same, bulging wide. She dropped to her knees, her body leaning onto the wall beside her for support. She panted, trying to keep any air in her lungs. Any moment, and she would be there, any moment now.

Makoto squeezed her eyes shut, mentally preparing herself, not wanting to see the faces of any of the passersby, accepting the inevitable... The pressure built and built, her thighs rubbed against each other, a slight slickness between them now. She bit her lip to hold her voice back. Any moment now...

...Except, as sudden as it turned on, the toy turned off. Makoto had exactly a moment to release a breath before the toy cycled through its speeds three times very briefly, forcing her to make a sound somewhere between a groan and a gasp, before it turned back off. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Makoto took the opportunity to attempt to catch her breath and compose herself.

Within thirty seconds of the toy turning off, Makoto felt the phone go off. Wearily, Makoto grabbed the device and answered it.

"Congratulations on making it to your destination, and with barely a moment to spare," Mr. Words said. "Did you enjoy our fun, little game?"

Makoto, still gasping for air, managed to respond. "Who would enjoy something like this?"

Makoto heard the mirth in his tone. "Looking at you right now, I would say you're the type who would enjoy this. I don't think I even have to ask your opinion on the toy we provided you. Your face says it all - you're a big fan."

Makoto spoke up indignant, "I am n-" but he cut her off before she could finish.

"Oh, you are? That's great," he lauded. "I'll tell you what. As a reward for being so honest, the butt plug is yours to keep. We'll send the remote to your home later. No need to thank me." A pregnant silence followed his statement, and Makoto already knew what he was waiting for. Makoto grit her teeth. This creep really had the gall to act like he was doing her a favor, and he expected her to thank him for it?

Not having any real choice, Makoto **** out a "thank you, Mr. Words."

"Oh, of course, it's a pleasure for both of us after all." The statement made Makoto feel filthy. She wasn't sure how many showers it would take to rid herself of that feeling. "Now, while this has been fun, why don't we get back to business. I'm sure you're eager for your next task. This one is even easier than the last one. In fact, all you have to do is go up those stairs by you," Makoto glanced to her side seeing an ascending set of stairs that when looked at as a whole showed the image of a maid, "order an 'oo~ey-goo~ey eclair,' just like that and sit back and let them give you the full experience. Easy enough, right?"

Makoto sent a furtive glance up the stairs. "Almost sounds too easy to be true," Makoto said.

"And yet it is," Mr. Words said. "All you have to do is nothing. Just go along with the experience and try to enjoy yourself. I think you've earned this break after all your hard work so far. But if you disagree, I can up the difficulty for you."

"No- no, that's not necessary," Makoto said. She tacked on another "thank you" for good measure.

"Good, then enjoy yourself. I'll call when you're finished." The line went dead, and Makoto was left pondering. All she knew was that there was no way it would be as simple as he was saying, but with no way of knowing what was going to happen, all Makoto could do was steel herself and be prepared for anything they might throw at her.

With the vibrations ceased, Makoto was finally able to push herself back up on her feet. They were still a little shaky but at least she could move again. Makoto looked up the stairs again, took a deep breath, and **** herself forward, ready to get this over with.

When she reached the doors, they opened automatically, and a wave of cool air flooded out of the room and washed over her. She shivered, her legs rubbed together, and suddenly she remembered - she didn't have anything covering her lower body except for the dress. Anyone who happened to walk by and look up the stairs would have seen everything. Her face flushed red, and her head twisting in an instant to look down the stairs, while her hands pressed the back of her dress to her butt. Had anyone seen?

If someone had, they didn't stick around for more. Tentatively, Makoto let out a sigh and stepped forward away from the stairwell, entering the shop. The first thing she noticed was the nearly blinding amount of pink that framed the lower half of the walls and seemed to reflect off the checkered floor. It actually kind of hurt her eyes. She averted her gaze, trying to find a reprieve. She scanned over the room, seeing it sparsely populated with a number of young men at various points in the meal process, some currently being attended to by women dressed as maids and others not. Something she noticed, though, was that a number of the men, whether they were being attended to or not, were hungrily looking at the floor. Makoto's eyebrows furrowed, absentmindedly wondering why.

When she followed their gaze, she found her answer. Makoto's breath hitched in her throat as she swiftly pulled her hands in front of her and pressed them as inconspicuously as she could into her dress, holding it as close to her as she could. The floor was so well-kept it essentially became a mirror. Looking at the feet of a nearby maid who was talking to some guests, Makoto could see hints of the girl's panties in the floor. And when the maid reached over to clear away some plates? Makoto was treated to the full sight of her panties reflecting off the floor. Makoto's cheeks became a light shade of pink to match the walls.

A minute or two later, she was greeted by a rather attractive young, tan maid with short, shoulder-length blonde hair and a cuff-clip earring. "Welcome home, master~," the maid said with a velvety voice. "Sorry about the wait. Did you come here all on your lonesome today?"

Makoto hesitated but nodded.

"Oh, that's too bad," the girl said with an exaggerated pout. It quickly shifted to exuberance. "Well don't you worry your pretty, little head, master. You won't be lonely anymore now that you have me, your lovely maid Sakura, here with you." A winning smile stretched across the maid's face. "Follow me right this way, master," the maid turned around, guiding her toward what seemed to be the farthest away table. Makoto hesitated a moment before following. Everything seemed too normal so far. Was this task really as simple as eating an eclair at a cafe? Sure, she had to be careful with how she walked thanks to the floor, but considering the last task, this one didn't seem to be so bad. Makoto's eyes drifted to the floor as she walked, making sure no one would be able to see anything of hers that they shouldn't. And once that was confirmed, she couldn't help her eyes curiously drifting toward Sakura's reflection. What she saw left her breathless. Another patron had apparently asked her something and she had leaned over to hear it. Makoto was treated to a full, unobstructed view of Sakura's tan butt with only a thin string of black fabric nestled snuggly between her cheeks. She was wearing a thong.

Heat returned to Makoto's cheeks as her mind started spinning. Makoto's eyes darted up to look at all the patrons seated around where Sakura was. Sure enough, they all had their eyes locked to the maid's reflection... Did she not know that they could all see her? All of those perverts were focused on burning her image into memory. Not one of them seemed to have the decency to warn her.

"Mas~ter," Sakura called to her, jolting her from her thoughts. Her eyes snapped from the floor to the maid's smiling face. "Hurry up, master, I can't start pampering you if you don't take your seat."

Seemingly just now remembering what she was doing, Makoto hurriedly made her way to the empty table Sakura was waiting at, taking heed to keep her dress pressed to her. When she got there, Sakura had a single chair pulled out for her on the far side of the table, facing the entrance. Makoto took a seat, making sure she laid the back of her dress beneath her and kept her legs tightly pressed together. "Thank... thank you," Makoto said quietly.

The maid smiled and placed a menu before her, and as Sakura leaned over to do so Makoto's eyes found their way back to the floor, getting treated to a small triangle of black fabric that seemed to have some white letters on it. "Of course, master," the maid said cheerfully. "Is this your first time here?" Makoto nodded, eyes still transfixed on the floor. "I had a feeling. I haven't worked here long, but you can just sort of tell when it's a master's first time." Sakura giggled. "There's a certain... look about them." She giggled again, and Makoto found herself swallowing a lump in her throat as her eyes drifted up to Sakura's face. There was a gleam of something Makoto couldn't place in Sakura's eyes. Makoto felt it hard to meet her gaze and quickly retreated her own to her hands in her lap.

"Is something wrong, ma~ster?" Sakura purred.

Makoto's mouth felt like a desert. She swallowed another lump before trying to find her voice. When she did it was only a whisper. "I... I can see... your panties... in your reflection on the floor."

The maid covered her mouth with a hand, letting out a surprised "Oh no, you can?" Makoto nodded, still not returning the maid's gaze. "But how do I know you're telling the truth and aren't just messing with me, master~?"

Makoto's mouth opened and closed a few times before she managed to find the words. "You're wearing a black thong," she whispered.

"Oh, I am?" Sakura said, amusement in her voice. Makoto nodded. "You're right, I am. But that could've just been a lucky guess. How do I know you can really see it?"

Makoto froze for a moment. "There... there's something written on the front."

"Oh, really? Well, what do they say on them?" Sakura asked.

"I.. don't know," Makoto mumbled. "I couldn't read it."

"Here, let me help you then," Sakura purred into her ear. Makoto felt a shiver travel down her spine. Sakura leaned quite a ways forward, reaching her hand out as if she were helping point something out on the menu. "Tell me what they say, master."

Meekly, Makoto's eyes drifted back to the floor, the display Sakura was offering her stealing her breath once more. Makoto squinted, trying to piece together what was written. "U... R... A... You are a... per..vert." Makoto's face turned a brilliant red, and her heart skipped a beat when Sakura laughed before purring in her ear again. "That's right, master. You're a shameless pervert. I wouldn't have expected that from someone as cute and innocent looking as you. That's so nau~ghty."

Another shiver went down Makoto's spine, and she squirmed in place. "I'm- I'm not! I swear, I'm not!"

"No? Well, what do you call someone that shamelessly stares up a poor girl's skirt and brags about it to her face, master? I call that a pervert." Sakura said, a smug, mischievous smile on her face like some sort of predator that has her right where they wanted her.

Makoto floundered at finding a retort under Sakura's intimidating gaze. The longer she struggled, the wider Sakura's smirk seemed to grow, until Makoto splurt out the only thing that came to mind. "Can I have an ooey-gooey Eclair?"

A look of surprise replaced Sakura's smirk. She blinked once, twice, and then gave Makoto a smile. "Of course, master, if that's what you want, then it'll be my pleasure." Sakura straightened her posture and whispered in her ear again. "Just give me a moment, my naughty, pervert of master." When Makoto's head snapped to her, Sakura gave her a wink before smiling and walking off.

Makoto felt her heart racing. She hadn't expected any of that. She tried to find anything she could do to calm herself. Her eyes drifted to the forgotten menu on the table. She gave it a cursory look to distract herself and couldn't help but notice there was no "oo~ey-goo~ey eclair" on the menu.