Ami Mizuno: Sailor Maid

Disclaimer: I don’t own Sailor Moon, as much as I wish I did ;-)

Content Disclaimer: This story includes mf and humiliation (though more add-ons will be included in later chapters, as the plot develops ;-). If you’re uncomfortable with that, go no farther. Also, I may have smudged the ages of some of the characters a bit to make it more believable.

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Ami Mizuno: Sailor Maid
Part One: Shingo

By Atlas

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Ami Mizuno was a remarkably well-developed fifteen-year-old. Her body had bloomed into nearly full womanhood while she was still in junior high. Despite her extremely studious tendencies, she was still the subject for countless fantasies every night by classmates as well as any fortunate man who happened to be fortunate enough to pass her. Her short blue hair only contributed to her beauty, as did her 36C breasts, which looked large on her slim frame. Her delightfully round bottom jutted out from her, but remained shapely enough to incite lust without making her appear fat in the slightest. Her naive and innocent personally only complemented her luscious body, and only added to the lust that nearly every boy – and many girls – felt towards Ami Mizuno.

One of these boys was Shingo Tsukino. Every time that Ami had stopped by to see her friend and Shingo’s sister, the young eleven-year-old boy instantly got a hard-on. Ami would constantly stop by Usagi’s house to make sure she was ready for school, and Shingo always made sure to be up when she did. His dreams were constantly swirling around the blue-haired beauty, as he had just recently discovered to pleasures of masturbating with his amazingly large cock. The thought of spraying his cum onto her perfect tits or in her small, adorable mouth made him lick his lips. Having Ami at his command, tied up and gagged at his feet, was an all-consuming desire for the young Tsukino.

Fortunately for the lust-driven boy, events were on his side. The Tsukinos were planning an excursion to a mountain cabin for the two-week spring break that a family friend had placed at their disposal. Shingo was supposed to go along with his family, but he had other ideas.

“Oh my, Shingo! You’re burning up. I don’t think we can take you on the trip if you’re so sick.”

The young boy coughed and pulled the covers up close. “That…that’s okay, Mom. I just need to sleep…I’ll be okay.”

Shingo’s forehead was indeed hot. But the reason was hardly a fever. Shingo had just completed an exhausting bout of masturbating. Used tissues were scattered about underneath his bedsheets.

“I’ll get that nice friend of Usagi’s to take care of you when we’re gone…that lovely girl Ami. She’s very responsible. You like her, right Shingo?”

Shingo grinned inwardly. He knew that his mother would ask Ami. After all, she was a very good, responsible girl. Who wouldn’t choose her? Shingo’s cock grew hard at the thought of having two weeks alone with the girl of his dreams. Over a month ago, when he had first gotten wind of this trip, he had been planning how he would capture the naïve girl. With lust as his motivator, he had spent many hours planning his scheme, and soon it would bear fruit.

A few hours later, Usagi and Ami returned from school, the latter rolling a large suitcase with her that contained all her clothes, as well as many of her bras and undies. Many of her unmentionables were conservative cotton briefs, but the other girls had been buying her more raunchy ones for her birthday, leading to utter embarrassment for her and giggles from them. Ami had eventually relented and taken the gifts, telling them that under no circumstances would she wear thongs. This was taken by especially Makoto and Minako that Ami liked all the other pairs, and bought her more. In fact, that day she wore a pair that Makoto had gotten her as a gag-gift: a silk pair that had a leopard-skin design in black and gold. The bra had a front-clasp, making Ami feel even more like a prostitute. She didn’t know why she was wearing them, but when she did it always gave her a secret little thrill to know that underneath her bookworm exterior was a slutty pair of undies. In fact, Ami had begun wearing some of the more wild underwear that she had gotten with the other Sailor Scouts more often than her usual conservative under-attire.

“You still sure you want to do this, Ami? Shingo’s a big brat and you know it,” Usagi told her best friend.

Always one to look for the good in people, Ami replied, “I’m sure that’s not true, Usagi. He’s a very nice boy to me.”

“I don’t know how you do it, Ami. That little brat hates to study more than I do, but he always loves it when you tutor him. He always likes to sit close to you and study. What’s up with that?”

Ami giggled. “I’m not sure. I guess I just encourage him to study, that’s all.”

The two girls entered the house. Usagi’s father approached them. “Oh, it’s so good to see you Ami. I can’t thank you again for agreeing to look after Shingo. He’s very eager to see you. Usagi, you haven’t even packed yet! Get up to your room this instant!”

Usagi yipped and scooted up to go pack, having completely forgotten to the night before. Usagi’s father gave Ami a big, long hug, more so to feel her soft body against his than a casual greeting. Her pert breasts pressed up against his abdomen, sending a thrill down the older man’s spine before he let go. Ami, completely oblivious to any ulterior motive, hugged him back tightly. He slapped her butt playfully, also for less-than-honorable motives. “You had better get upstairs and help Usagi pack, Ami-dear. She certainly could use a little organization. I don’t know why we can’t have a daughter like you, bright as well as beautiful.”

The schoolgirl blushed as she felt his hand slap her ass, sending another miniature wave of pleasure through her. “Th…thank you, Mr. Tsukino. You’re too kind. I’ll go do that now.” Pulling her suitcase behind her, Ami walked up the stairs to Usagi’s bedroom. She’d be staying in her friend’s room, right next to Shingo’s.

It didn’t take long for the two teens to get Usagi packed for the trip, and before long Shingo and his prey were alone. Ami went up to his room to go check on him after unpacking all of her clothes in Usagi’s drawers, making sure to separate them in her usual organized manner. She knocked on the door softly. “Shingo?”

No answer. The boy was pretending to be asleep. Ami slowly walked in and closed the door behind her. Pulling her uniform skirt under her, she sat down beside him on the bed. Reaching over him, she brushed some stray hair out of his face. ‘He looks so peaceful,’ she thought.

Shingo’s eyes opened slowly. He suddenly saw the object of his desires above him, and set his plan into action. Sitting up quickly, he locked his arms around her in an enormous bear hug and pushed her over unto her back. His head landed between her large breasts, leaving him with the most comfortable of pillows. “Ami! It’s so good to see you again!” he said with childish innocence.

The naïve schoolgirl, stunned by this sudden action, remained still while Shingo locked his arms around her, pining her arms to her sides and pushing her breasts further towards him. Shingo, fully awake but still playing the part of the sick boy, rubbed his head up and down on Ami’s full breasts. “Mmm…Ami, you’re so soft…such a nice bed…sleepy…”

Ami was shocked into inaction. Never had anyone felt up her breasts like this. But still assuming Shingo’s innocence, she dismissed it as anythotheother than a sexual advance. Her body, meanwhile, was enjoying being held firm by the young boy. She felt his hot breath on her breasts through the thin material of her fuku-blouse and her silk bra, causing her small pink nipples to become erect. Not only that, but in toppling her onto her back, the young boy had caused her skirt to hike up a bit. The way they were positioned, most of her silk underwear was showing. Ami blushed harder than she ever had before.

“Shingo?” she whispered quietly. “Please…please get off me. This…this is embarrassing.”

The boy continued to pretend that he hadn’t heard her, shutting his eyes and pretending that he had fallen back asleep. Ever-being the kind and considerate girl, Ami decided not to wake him and remained in the position she was in, no matter how ridiculous she felt. Her legs were spread apart, but she couldn’t pull them back together because Shingo’s body was in the way. Her arms were still immobile, for even while ‘sleeping’, Shingo still kept his grip on her.

All of a sudden Ami felt an itch in her crotch. The combination of Shingo’s hot breath on her chest, his closeness, and the feeling of being totally trapped by the younger boy was driving the young teen absolutely wild. The soft silk of her panties rubbed up against her soft skin, and she knew that silk stained easily. Anyone who saw her panties would be able to tell how wet she was getting. Her short blue bangs fell onto her eyes, covering her vision a bit. She blew them away with her small, pouting lips.

‘Well, this is most embarrassing,’ she thought, even as her arousal grew. Her nipples were beginning to ache. With every breath, Shingo hardened the pink nubs further, and he constantly readjusted his position. His hard cock, restrained only by his sky-blue briefs, rubbed up against Ami’s legs and stomach. She could feel the need to orgasm rise, and was surprised at how quickly it had rushed upon her. Here she was, lying down on the bed of her best friend’s brother, her legs spread wide apart, her panties exposed and in a bear-hug grip of a boy four years younger than her. The mere thought of being discovered was so powerfully arousing that Ami began involuntarily rubbing up and down on the bed.

The boy who was pretending to sleep noticed Ami’s arousal. He knew that a naïve girl like Ami would be extra-sensitive to touch, and the girl he had in his clutches was no exception. Ever so slightly, he began to rub up against her, the bulge in his briefs banging up against Ami’s bare thighs as he tightened his grip on her.

Ami felt Shingo increase his speed, but her arousal was so great that she didn’t even realize he wouldn’t be moving like he did if he were truly asleep. She abandoned subtlety as the excitement built up all over her body, rubbing up against the bed and Shingo faster and faster, desperately trying to climax. Her leopard-style panties stained even more deeply as her love juices dripped out of her virgin twat.

Grinning inwardly, Shingo made a bold move. He shoved one of his knees deep between her soft thighs to her panty-covered crotch. The rough move was enough to send the teenage schoolgirl over the edge, causing her to spurt her cum over the rest of her panties that had managed to escape becoming wet before, with some leaking down to stain the sheets. Ami’s beating heart slowly steadied, and she took a deep sigh of relief as her desire subsided.

Then the guilt started setting in. A sudden thought struck her: she had just dry-humped an eleven-year-old boy while he slept! She felt like a slut, a whore. She had taken advantage of a sick boy for her own perverse pleasure! Never before had Ami felt so humiliated. She felt like she was a sick groper who took trains all day waiting for young students to come by and feel them up.

‘I’ve…done something so horrible to Shingo. I have to make it up to him somehow,’ Ami thought. ‘Maybe…maybe if I just let him play whatever games he wants, and if I cook for him…I’m not as good as Makoto, but I have to make it up to him somehow. I feel so very ashamed.’

Exhausted from the orgasm, Ami quickly fell into a doze. Shingo, however, was still far from asleep. He made sure that she was really asleep before ever-so-carefully pulled himself off her. Reaching into a nearby drawer, he pulled out a digital camera he got for his last birthday and began taking photo after photo of the dozing schoolgirl, especially of her spread legs and sopping wet panties. After taking a dozen or so and uploading them to his computer, Shingo repositioned himself on Ami’s soft body and decided to take a quick nap on the chest of the girl who would be his property soon enough.

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Ami slowly awoke, yawning a bit. She turned her head to one side, noticing it was half-past six in the evening. She tried to move her arms, only to realize that she was still pinned under Shingo’s weight and still captive in his bear hug. The events of the past few hours began rushing back into her mind, almost causing her to shout out in self-disgust at what she had done.

Then she remembered her promise to herself: try and make Shingo as happy as possible, to try and make up for the way she had abused his trust.

She wiggled her body a bit. “Shingo, wake up,” she whispered into his ear. “It’s dinnertime.”

Mumbling slightly, Shingo awoke. The moment consciousness hit him, he knew that his plan had successfully gotten off the ground. The most beautiful girl he knew was in his arms, and was doing nothing to fight himMmm,Mmm,” he said. “That was the most wonderful sleep I’ve ever had. Can we do this until you have to go, Ami?”

Ami was taken aback. “Do…do what, Shingo?” Her mind immediately flashed back to how she had masturbated in his grip earlier.

Shingo smiled. “Why, sleep so close like this. It’s so relaxing, and you’re so soft…please, Ami.” He coughed heavily to accentuate the point.

The teen girl’s first thought was to refuse, but then she remembered her promise. “All…all right, Shingo…we can sleep in the same bed. I guess it couldn’t hurt.”

The boy, for his part, was shocked. He didn’t expect her to actually agree to sleeping in his bed. His cock instantly got even harder than before at the thought of his goddess agreeing to sleep in his bed! “Promise, Ami?”

She gulped. “I…I promise, Shingo.” She felt that if it would make him more comfortable, she couldn’t refuse him.

An enormous grin broke out on the boy’s face. “Thanks Ami, you’re the best!” Remembering that he was acting sick, he broke out into a fit of heavy coughing. The schoolgirl, as naïve as ever, completely bought the routine.

She sat down next to him on the side of the bed. “You just lie there and rest, Shingo. I’ll make you some dinner and bring it up to your room. If you need anything, just ask.” She giggled a bit. “I’ll be like your maid.”

That gave the conniving boy an idea. “Ami, I don’t want you to get your uniform all wet…Usagi was a maid for Halloween last year. I bet you could use her maid outfit like a real maid! That way you wouldn’t get your uniform all messy.” He didn’t mention that Usagi wasn’t a maid last year, but three years ago. The outfit would barely fit Ami at all.

The Sailor Scout soon found out just how small Usagi’s maid outfit was. ‘Usagi must have just hit her growth spurt in the past year,’ she thought as she pulled her fuku-blouse over her head, revealing the leopard-design silk bra. Her nipples were still hard at the thought of dressing in such an outfit for Shingo. Her aroused state of mind made her think that she was doing this under orders, a thought that she promptly tried to expel as she felt her soiled panties growing wet once again. ‘As if they aren’t wet enough,’ she lamented silently.

Putting on the outfit was a challenge in itself. It was at least two sizes too small for her. Another probles ins in the design of the top half of the outfit. The top was sleeveless, with only some straps that fit on her arms holding it up, along with the tightness in her bosom. In fact, her breasts stood out so prominently that she was forced to open up the top two buttons if she wanted to breathe, revealing even more cleavage than beforeIf she wore it with her bra on, the design and material would be exposed to Shingo, and she didn’t want him knowing what kind of underwear she wore. Of course, she didn’t know that he already knew full well what kind of underwear she wore. But if she doffed her bra, her breasts would jiggle. Not to mention that it was not only extra-tight, but also made for someone much shorter than she was. The low-cut top, which would have barely gone below the collar-bone line on a small girl, exposed much of Ami’s exquisite cleavage. She decided to go without her bra and hope the tightness of the uniform kept her breasts relatively stable. The sides of her sizeable breasts were plainly visible as her breasts jiggled from side to side. Thankfully, the uniform still covered her nipples, despite the sensitive pink nubs rubbing up against the velvet, making them rock-hard. Much of her adorable, flat navel was exposed as well.

The next problem was the skirt portion. Also made for a short eleven-year-old girl and not a taller fifteen-year-old, the skirt cut several inches above her knees, leaving the embarrassed girl with little leeway if she wanted to keep her panties from being exposed. If she bent over in the slightest, her leopard-design panties would be exposed to Shingo. That little bit of exhibitionism didn’t stop her panties from becoming even wetter than before, despite how much she desperately hoped for the dripping to stop. She could reflexively tell that by now her blue pubic bush would be sticky, and she’d have to wash her underwear as soon as she did laundry. She put on the long white gloves that came with the black outfit, fixed the accompanying silver hair ribbon, and walked back into Shingo’s room. She felt like some kind of sex-slut wearing a kinky maid outfit.

Unfortunately for Ami, the maid outfit did little to stop her bountiful breasts from bouncing up and down with every step she took. She was concentrating on hoping that her panties wouldn’t saturate and result in her love juices dripping down her thighs. That would be even more embarrassing for the scantily-clad teen. She softly knocked on Shingo’s door. “Come in,” Shingo said. He was doubtful she’d actually wear the outfit once she discovered how small it was, but it was worth a shot.

Ami slowly opened the door and shuffled in, her head down and playing with her hands in front of her chest. The words stammered out of her mouth, barely above a whisper. che cheeks were so crimson that she looked like she was the one running the fever. “Umm…I…Shingo…what…what can I make you for dinner?”

The boy’s dick, flaccid from what he thought would be Ami’s refusal to wear the uniform, instantly sprung up the moment he saw the embarrassed schoolgirl in the extremely small maid getup. His eyes ate her up like a wolf. Running up her slim legs to her voluptuous, baby-skin smooth thighs, enjoying the teasingly short skirt, drooling at her tight tummy, drinking the exposed cleavage and the outline of her breasts through the velvet, all the way up to her extremely cute face.

‘The next two weeks are going to be the greatest of my life,’ Shingo thought as he leered, trying to hide the enormous bulge in his briefs. He still had to appear innocent, after all. He coughed and laid on his side. “Just…just some soup and a sandwich,” he rasped out.

A thought struck him as Ami bowed slightly, unknowingly showing even more cleavage to him. “You know…Ami…you didn’t have to wear it…but I’m glad you did. Please keep it on.”

The Sailor Scout halted in mid-bow in shock, which gave Shingo’s eyes even more of a treat. She didn’t know that she didn’t have to wear it…but now that he asked her to, Ami felt trapped. She wanted to make sure he was happy. “Well…I…I’m just glad…that you like…me in this…” she stammered out.

Shingo nodded happily. “You look so cute in that!” He paused after that, appearing insecure again. Ami noticed the change in his disposition after looking down shyly at his compliment. She asked, “What’s wrong, Shingo?”

“Well…” he started. “Seeing you in that…I know this is a really girlie game, but do you want to play dress-up later? It’d make me really happy!”

Ami felt as if her legs were frozen to the ground. “I…I don’t have any costumes, Shingo.”

“That’s all right,” he quickly replied. “Usagi has tons of costumes from when she was my age.” He coughed a bit to get Ami a little more compliant to agreeing with him. “They’ll fit you fine…the one you’re wearing fits great!”

The maid, however, was not quite as thrilled. But she took a deep breath in resignation, which did wonders for her chest. “If it makes you happy…okay,” she said, smiling weakly. Turning around, she walked out of Shingo’s room and shut the door. She walked down the stairs, her tits threatening to bounce out of her top every time she took a step, her extremely short skirt whipping about her beautiful thighs. The neighbor nearly had a heart attack when he saw the gorgeous teen through the window, heating up some Chicken Noodle soup, brushing an errant lock of short blue hair behind her ear.

Looking up, Ami saw Usagi’s neighbor looking down at her chest and drooling. His right hand wasn’t visible- the window cut off below his waist- but she had a general idea as to what it was doing. She looked away from the window in shame, but at the same time she didn’t close the blinds, allowing the middle-aged man to leer more at the young maid. The fact that she was being watched made Ami’s panties even damper. The neighbor immediately left the girl’s mind as she focused totally on how wet she was. The first stream of girl-cum dripped down one her inner thigh, making her bite her lip and reach for a tissue to clean it. Wiping it up, Ami reached under her skirt and stuffed the tissue in her sopping wet pussy, in a vain attempt to absorb some of her wetness. But her hand strayed for a few moments near her reeking crotch. She bent over the sink, stic a f a finger up her cunt, shoving the tissue further and further into her womb, until it shoved up against her virgin twat. Her other gloved hand gripped one of her breasts, gripping and twisting one of her nipples through the thin velvet.

Letting out a soft moan, she slid her chest along the countertop, using it to rub her breasts up against as she stuck her finger further up her short skirt. Her bent-over position caused her skirt to creep up, giving the neighbor a perfect view of her silk panties.

Usagi’s neighbor gripped his cock harder, the window giving him a perfect side-view of the aroused girl. Not wanting to miss a second of the masturbating Ami, he reached into a drawer with his eyes locked on her, and pulled out a digital camcorder. With his left hand, he began recording, making sure that Ami’s face was in the shot. With his right he vigorously stroked his hard cock, breathing heavily as he recorded the masturbating maid.

For her part, Ami was too isolated in her own world of pleasure to notice the blackmail. All she cared about was coming to climax. She pumped her gloved finger in and out of her pussy faster, alternating between each of her nipples and twisting them roughly, the pain making the pink nubs ache with desire. She let out another soft moan. She shoved a second finger up into her womb, countered by a rush of girl-honey as she climaxed violently. Her legs, by now covered by streams of her juices running down them, trembled as the lower half of her body went numb, paralyzed by pleasure. She fell to the kitchen floor, kneeling and panting. Beads of sweat dripped from her forehead, through the cleft of her heaving breasts, and mixed with the other liquids streaming down her legs. After a few moments, she stood up and took another tissue to clean herself off again. As the pleasure from the orgasm subsided, her situation took hold. She had just masturbated in the kitchen of her best friend’s house, dressed up in a ridiculous maid getup, wearing slutty silk underwear and no bra, when she was supposed to be a good maid to Shingo and make him dinner.

Looking up, she noticed Usagi’s neighbor staring back at her. After she orgasmed, he had quickly hidden the camcorder and resumed stroking his cock. The moment their eyes met, he came, spurting his sperm all over the kitchen counter.

Ami gasped, turning away from him. How much had he seen? She could only guess. What if he had seen her masturbate? He could tell everyone, and then what would happen? She felt like a whore. A stupid, perpetually aroused slut that masturbates anywhere in the house. She gulped as smagimagithe the consequences. Tomorrow, she decided that she would go and talk to him and hopefully work something out.

The stove top began to boil. Shaking her head, Ami resumed her duties as maid and prepared the soup for Shingo. Forgetting to wash her maid gloves, the forgetful girl didn’t realize that she was really spreading a great deal of her cum on the sandwich. Taking up the bowl of soup and the plate, she began walking back up the stairs. As she was carrying the food, she realized that it had been a while since she had peed. A good deal of urine had built up the past few hours in her bladder, and she was getting desperate to go to the bathroom. ‘After I drop this off with Shingo, I’ll go,’ she thought.

Knocking with her foot, she put the sandwich down to open the door. After doing so, she bent over to pick it back up, giving the bedridden boy another shot of her cleavage. Walking in carefully, she sat the plate and bowl on a tray and placed the servings on his bedside. Shingo smiled as he saw the luscious Ami come so close to him wearing that ridiculously tight outfit. “You’re such a great maid, Ami,” he told her. “I wish you could be my maid forever.”

The girl blushed. “I try to be a good maid.”

“Really?” Shingo asked. “Then you can be my maid from now on!”

Thtarttartled Ami. “W…what?”

Shingo coughed heavily, deciding that the girl could use a little motivation. “Please, Ami,” he said before coughing again. “It’d be lots of fun, and-” he coughed heavily once more. “You said you wanted to be a good maid.”

“Yes, well…I…” Ami really couldn’t argue coherently at this point. Her legs were still dripping juices, especially with all this talk of becoming Shingo’s maid, and the sexual fantasies Ami’s aroused mind kept popping up, didn’t help. Nor did the fact that she still had to desperately pee. She needed to go to the bathroom, now, and agreeing with Shingo seemed to be the quickest path. If the boy was happier if she pretended to be his maid, Sailor Mercury would be his maid. “Okay, Shingo…I promise to be your maid.”

The boy grinned brightly. The girl smiled back weakly. “Excuse me,” Ami said. “I have to go to the little girl’s room. I’ll be right back.”

Shingo quickly grabbed her hand. “Ami, you’re forgetting the first rule about being a good maid. If you want to go somewhere, you have to ask permission first. Don’t you want to be a good maid?” He gently, yet firmly, tugged her hand and guided her back to the bed. She nodded, although reluctant.

“Umm…Shingo…” she began, nervously. She had never asked to go to the bathroom before, and doing so was highly embarrass “M “May I…please go to the bathroom?”

Shingo wanted to test how much control he had over her. “And do what, Ami?”

The embarrassed teen looked down, unable to meet his eyes. He gently took her chin and lifted her back up. “Go pee,” she whispered.

He was thrilled. Never did he think that his plan to dominate the naïve girl would go so well. She had agreed to be his maid, and was now asking a boy four years younger than her if sheld gld go to the bathroom! “See, that wasn’t so hard, Ami…go ahead. But I’m timing you,” he chuckled lightly. He smelled the scent of sex on her, and he didn’t want her taking too long.

Ami mumbled a short thanks before dashing off to the bathroom. Shingo’s room had a bathroom adjoined to it. However, in her haste, she had forgotten to close the door entirely, and Shingo had a relatively decent side view of his new maid sit on the toilet and pull down her panties from her reflection in the wall-mirror. Ami let out an enormous sig rel relief after finishing her business. It took an untold amount of tissues to clean up her legs and virgin cunt. Pulling up her drenched panties, she squirmed a bit as the wet material stuck on her crotch and butt like a second skin. She looked at the gloves on her hands and realized how much of her cum was sticking to them. In horror she realized that she had made Shingo’s sandwich with cum on her gloves!

She dashed out of the bathroom, only to see the boy already nearly done with the sandwich. He licked his hips. “Ami, you make the best sandwiches! You’re the nicest maid a boy could ask for!”

The girl blushed, and stammered, unable to tell Shingo just why the sandwiches she made were so delicious. Seeing her flustered, he decided to make her a little more embarrassed. “Shouldn’t you do one of those curtsies when you come in and leave? I always see maids doing that on tv.” Her extremely short skirt wouldn’t allow her to curtsy at all without exposing her panties, a fact that wasn’t lost on Ami.

‘He must not realize how short this skirt is,’ she thought, never suspecting him of ulterior motives. ‘Shingo just wants me to play the part properly. It’s me who’s having all these slutty thoughts.’ She picked up the ends of her tiny skirt, bowed her head, and curtsied, exposing some of her saturated panties to Shingo, who perked up at the sight in more ways than one. “Thanks, Ami. You’re doing a great job,” he said.

Shingo picked up the bowl of soup and lifted it to his mouth, ‘accidentally’ coughing and nearly spilling it. Ami rushed over and steadied the bowl. She said on the bedside and took the bowl and spoon from him. Lifting it up to his mouth, she began feeding him. He looked slightly over the rim of the bowl and down her deep cleavage. Ami convinced herself that he really wasn’t leering, and that any thought of such was because of her perverted mind. ‘I really am a pervert,’ she thought. But the truth didn’t go away. She felt his eyes buried in her teats, and it caused her to become aroused once more. She readjusted her position on Shingo’s bed, very uncomfortable and hoping that she wasn’t staining the sheets as she fed him the soup.

After a few minutes, Shingo finished his soup. “Would you go downstairs and wash the dishes, Ami?” he asked.

She nodded and stood up. Then a thought struck her. “Umm…Shingo…since I’m playing a maid, you…you don’t have to ask me…you could order me,” Ami stuttered. If she was to play a maid, she thought, she might as well play it as best she could. Shingo seemed to like her in this role, so she’d do her best to make him happy.

The boy was shocked. He didn’t expect to start ordering her around until at the very earliest tomorrow or the day after. And here this vision of loveliness was, asking him to order her around? The very thought was tantalizing to the young boy. “Are you sure, Ami? I know you want to be a good maid, and good maids are ordered around…” he left that hanging before continuing on. “But if you agree, I won’t ask you again. From now on, I’ll order you around, like a real maid. Okay?”

Ami hesitated for a few seconds, and then nodded. Shingo’s face lit up, ever the picture of innocence. “Thanks so much, Ami! I’m so glad you want to do this! From now on, you’re my maid!”

The blue-haired teen curtsied again, trying vainly to hide her underwear beneath the extremely short skirt. “Thank you, Shingo. I’ll…I’ll just be getting these dishes now.”

Shingo smiled. “That’s a good girl. When you’re done, come back up to my room.” He made a big fit of coughing before continuing on. “I’ll need some help getting downstair we we can watch a movie together.”

Never again would he ask her to do anything. Now he ordered her. And she obeyed. Curtseying again, shamefully exposing her panties to him due to the extremely short skirt, Ami gathered up the dishes and took them downstairs. It wasn’t long before she returned. Shingo extended his arms. “Give me a piggy-back ride downstairs. I don’t feel very well…” To emphasize his point, he coughed heavily a few times.

Ami blinked. “I can try-”

Shingo cut her off, growing slightly curt. “That’s ‘yes, Shingo,’ Ami.”

Taken aback, the young teen looked down in shame. “Yes, Shingo. I’m sorry.”

“That’s all right. You’ll get used to taking orders soon,” he promised. “Now bend down so I can get a piggy-back ride from the best maid ever.” He chuckled, knowing the poor girl would need some flattery so she didn’t become too discouraged.

The maid crouched down and bent over, causing her short skirt to ride up and show her silk panties to Shingo once more, much to Ami’s embarrassment as Shingo climbed onto her back, letting his arms drop down to her breasts as she gripped his legs. Thankfully he wasn’t too heavy, but the problem was that she could feel his throbbing cock through the thin material of his briefs up against her bare lower back. Again, she reprimanded herself for thinking perverse thoughts about how hot, pulsating, and thick it was…she shook her head, trying to dispel her thoughts. A side effect of that caused her breasts to sway from side to side. Shingo had a perfect view of her bountiful teats from his perch.

He told her to set him down on the couch. She did so, thankful to be relieved of her burden, and sat down next to him, panting. Ami was not a strong girl, and the ride took a lot out of her. Sitting back on the couch, she breathed heavily, her chest expanding as she took in air. The maid didn’t relish the trip back upstairs. Her charge, meanwhile, enjoyed the sight of this scantily-clad beauty perspiring and breathing heavily. But he needed to show her that fatigue didn’t mean that she could stop. “Ami,” he ordered, “Get me some popcorn.”

Nodding, she closed hers. s. “Just a moment, Shingo…let me just catch my breath.”

“Maid,” he replied. “Now.”

Her title jarred her out of her tiredness. Sitting up quickly, she looked at him. Ami couldn’t meet his stare for more than a moment. Looking down shamefully, she stood. “I’m…I’m sorry, Shingo. I’ll go now.”

He stopped her. “Ami, if you want to be a good maid, you have to be obedient. That means obeying orders the first time they’re given. You understand?” She nodded. “Good. Because the next time you disobey me, I’ll have to spank you five times.”

Ami was stupefied. She was fifteen years old! She was too old to be spanked! A boy four years her junior wouldn’t actually spank her, would he? Juices rushed to her pussy at that thought. “You…you’re not serious…” she stammered out.

“Ten times.” He was serious.

“B…but I…”

“Fifteen.”

“You…you can’t…”

“Twenty.”

Ami understood protesting wouldn’t do her any good. She just bowed her head. “Yes, Shingo. Twenty.” She shuffled off to get him popcorn, thankful that he couldn’t see how sweaty her thighs were as she went into the kitchen and put a package of popcorn into the microwave.

The phone rang. Shingo’s voice from the other room told her to get it. She answered it hesitatingly. “Tsukino residence.”

“Hello there, my horny little maid.” Ami had never heard the voice before, but when she looked through the window she knew exactly who was calling.

“H-h-h-hi,” she replied nervously.

Usagi’s neighbor continued. “You have a cute voice. How about we get together tomorrow and chat about what a naughty little maid you’ve been? You can tell me all about your little escapades. What’s your name, girl?”

“A..ami…Ami Mizuno.”

His tone was harsh and demanding. “Where do you live, Ami? Give me your address and phone number, now.”

She was too frightened to lie. Ami told him everything he demanded of her. He had one last request after that, however. “Meet me here at noon tomorrow, Ami. Don’t dare be late.”

The line went dead.

She slowly hung up the phone, and her fears went into overdrive. He must have seen her entire shameful display. What could he want? What if he told Usagi’s parents when they returned, how much of a slut Ami was? What would he demand to keep quiet? She had given him her address and phone number. He could call her mother right now and tell her what he saw. A loud ring startled her, causing her to jump. Thankfully, it was just the microwave, informing the maid that the popcorn was ready. She poured it into a bowl and walked out into the other room, where Shingo lay on the sofa. “Guess it was a wrong number, hmm? Oh well. Thank you for the popcorn, but where’s my soda? I can’t just eat popcorn dry, especially when I’m sick.”

“I…I’m sorry, Shingo. I didn’t think that-”

He smiled at the embarrassed girl. “That’s all right, Ami. Maids aren’t supposed to think, and you’re doing fine when it comes to that.”

Ami blushed, never having been complimented for not thinking before. It made her feel loved, for whatever reason. Leaving the thinking to someone else made her feel a little better. She scurried off to get him a soda. Unfortunately for her, it was stacked at the back of the fridge, which required her to reach far into the back to fetch it, not to mention bending over almost completely at the waist. That gave Shingo another great view of her panties and cupped ass.

When Ami finally got a soda, she realized the cold atmosphere inside made her nipples hard, causing them to become visible through the sheer velvet of her uniform. Ami was all-too-perceptive about how the cold fridge made her aching tits felt, sore from the extra-tight uniform pushing tup aup all afternoon and evening. She felt like a blue-haired bimbo with this outfit on, but she didn’t dare complain. Ami didn’t even want to think about what would happen then. Maybe Shingo was right, and she shouldn’t think. It would certainly simplify matters.

She handed Shingo the soda. “Not my favorite, but it’ll do.” Setting the popcorn and soda down, he patted the seat next to him. “Sit down, Ami. You’re very comfy.”

Sitting down quickly, Ami hoped that he didn’t notice her extra-hard nipples. He certainly did, but gave no sign. Before she could protest, he laid his head down on her lap and up against her soft, bare tummy. One of his hands reached around her waist to lightly play with the elastic band that kept her skirt up, the other drew idle circles on her thighs. “You’re the most comfy pillow a boy could ask for,” Shingo said with a light sigh.

Ami’s face resembled a tomato. No boy had ever put his head in her lap, especially when she wore as short of a skirt as she did. Not to mention how close his head was from her pussy, which was especially drenched, as it had been all day. There was no way he didn’t smell the overwhelming stench of sex all over her body, and she was too paralyzed to say a word as the movie started. All she could focus on was the boy whose head was in her lap, making her feel that her personal space had been completely violated, especially given what he was doing. ‘His fingers are probably just wandering. Shingo probably doesn’t realize what’s happening,’ she tried to reassure herself.

Shingo, however, knew exactly what he was doing. One of his hands was playing with the waistband for her skirt, and was ever so slowly inching it down. His other was drifting in between her soft, shapely thighs, causing her to subconsciously relax them and let them naturally spread. The further her legs spread apart, the further down he twirled his fingers. The overpowering smell of sex from her crotch was something that gave Shingo a whiff of heaven, and he knew that what he was doing kept it coming.

“Ami, you smell really nice,” he said, coughing a bit. “Is this perfume? You should smell like this all the time from now on.”

The girl was barely able to contain herself from fear. How could she possibly be aroused all the time? That would be unbearable agony. She would be unable to cum, since she couldn’t masturbate in front of Shingo, and if she cleaned herself up afterward she’d just have to get wet again. She didn’t want to disobey him, because she knew that he’d check at precisely the wrong moment, and she didn’t want to get spanked any more than she already was going to be. Never did Ami realize that she readily accepted the fact that she was about to be spanked, whereas only a few minutes ago she boggled at the idea.

‘Well, if he keeps touching me like this, it certainly won’t be a problem,’ she thought embarrassingly. Her pussy was aching for something hard to be shoved into it, for Shingo’s inexperienced but naturally skilled hands were driving Ami wild, and she continued to convince herself that he was the completely innocent one while she was the raging pervert. By the time the movie was over, Ami was sure there was an enormous puddle of her cum on the sofa cushion, ans ins incredibly embarrassed. She wasn’t sure why, but she felt like she was only half-wearing her already short skirt. That part was actually true, since Shingo had slowly pulled down the waistband of her skirt down to expose her leopard-design silk panties. If the poor girl stood up the waistband wasn’t high enough to keep the skirt on by force of elastic alone.

“Okay, Ami. Time for a piggy-back ride upstairs.” The words Ami was dreading to hear were said. She was not a strong girl, and she wasn’t sure if she could lift Shingo up the entire flight of stairs. She was too afraid not to try, though, and given how much he was coughing during the movie, she didn’t want him walking up himself. Again, she bent over, giving him another perfect view of her sopping wet silk undies as she prepared to lift him back up. He clamored onto her and she stood, wobbly. Suddenly, her skirt dropped to the ground, fully exposing her underwear to the open air!

She moved to put him back down, but he cautioned her. “You can just come back downstairs when you’re done. Good maids don’t stop to see if they look good before following an order.”

Ami stepped out of her skirt and began walking towards the stairs. “But…my skirt…”

“Twenty-five,” Shingo said sternly.

The humiliated girl kept walking, biting her lip. Here she was, an honor roll student at her junior high, carrying a boy four years younger than her, carrying out his orders while walking in a top that showed off a remarkable amount of cleavage and only leopard-skin panties covering up anything below her solar plexus. Her juices ran freely down her legs from all the build-up that Shingo had made when he subtly fondled her during the movie.

Ever so slowly, Ami made her way up the stairs with her charge. After setting him down on his bed, she put her hands in front of her to try and cover her exposed panties, which stuck to her body and outlined her pussy lips. “S…Shingo…may I please be excused to get my skirt?”

He nodded. “Yes, of course. But remember Ami, it’s disrespectful to hold your hands in front of you like that. Holding your hands behind your back is more respectful to me. Got it?”

She nodded, shamefully exposing her full front to him as she made the motion of a curtsy and ran downstairs, tears forming behind her eyes at the humiliation. Shingo grinned widely as he watched her go. The day had gone better than his wildest dreams, and he intended on tomorrow going just as well. When the embarrassed maid returned with her skirt back on, he had another order ready for her. “Since you’ll be spending your nights in here with me, you should go and get all your clothes and put them in that drawer over there.” He nodded to an empty clothes drawer.

Ami recalled her promise from earlier that day. She had told him that she’d sleep next to him, after all. As quickly as she could, she gathered up her clothes and placed them in the drawer he mentioned. He had to remind her that she had forgotten to bring in her underwear, after which she did so with an enormous blush on her cheeks.

“Ami, it’s been a long day. Why don’t you be a good girl and take a shower while I find a proper outfit for you tomorrow? When you’re done, change into this.” He handed her one of her sky blue nightgowns that went down to her knees. She wasn’t too fond of him rummaging through her underwear drawer, but she convinced herself he was just doing it so he could get her a suitable maid outfit for tomorrow, and not because he was some kind of pervert. Another thing that bothered her was that the door to the bathroom had no lock, and she hoped that Shingo wouldn’t step in while she was showering. Stepping out of her extremely wet panties, Ami was glad to have them off. They had been bothering her ever since she had first gotten wet that day. Pulling off her maid uniform, Ami let out another sigh of relief. Her breasts were extremely sore, as the top had pushed up her breasts constantly. Turning on the hot water and stepping into the shower, the teen girl nearly melted when the hot water hit her supple body. Taking the bar of soap, she began to lovingly lather her body, wiping off all of the sweat and cum off her body, especially between her thighs and down her legs. Then she remembered Shingo’s demand: she had to smell the same way she smelled when she was aroused.

There was a banging on the bathroom door. “Ami, don’t take too long in there! It’s almost time for bed, and I’ve got your outfit ready for tomorrow.”

“I’ll be right out, Shingo,” she called back. Immediately, she turned off the shower, wanting to obey his orders promptly. Reaching for the towel rack, she realized that she hadn’t put a towel up on the rack before, and the only substitute available was a washcloth! Thankfully, she had brought in her nightgown with her. The only problem was that besides her nightgown, she had nothing clean to wear underneath it! She was less fond of sleeping next to a boy with only a thin silk nightgown between them than she was of him looking through her underwear.

Shingo interrupted her thoughts. “I set your outfit for tomorrow on the chair over there, Ami. I locked your other clothes in the drawer over there that you put them

Ami gasped, but said nothing. The boy motioned her to him. “One more thing to do tonight, Ami. Go to my dad’s room and get one of his belts.”

She knew exactly what he was going to use it for. Gulping deeply, she curtsied with her simple nightgown. Coming back a few minutes later, she held in her hands a dark leather belt. Her lower lip was trembling slightly as she handed it to Shingo. In return, the boy handed her a scarf with a knot in the middle of it. “You might want that so you don’t scream out. I don’t want to wake up my neighbors.”

Trembling, Ami sat down next to Shingo on the bed and put the scarf in her mouth and pulled the two ends behind her. The boy took them and tied them tightly behind her head. The maid was now effectively gagged. Her pert lips spread out fully around the thick knot in the gag. Shingo smiled inwardly. He wanted her to get used to the sensation of being gagged. Tying her up could come over the next few days.

Slowly, Ami settled herself over Shingo’s lap, bracing for the first spanking she had gotten in a decade. The young boy shook his head as he folded the belt in half. He petted her head. “Ami, sometimes even the best maids screw up. It’s okay. You’ll get better.”

Ami gripped the bedsheets, bracing herself for the belt on her ass. Shingo brought it hard on her firm rear end, causing a large smack as leather hit butt. She screamed into the improvised gag, arching her back and shutting her eyes tightly. By the time he was done with her, her rump was positively burning and tears flowed down her cheeks. Shingo called out spank twenty-five, and Ami thought the torment was over. The boy lightly pushed her back down onto his lap. “You forgot the five spankings that are required for every night.”

The poor maid looked up at him with real fear in her eyes. She shook her head, but didn’t make any move to get off his lap. Five more times he struck her ass with the leather belt, and five more times the girl winced. After he finished, he patted her butt softly with his hand. She didn’t make any gesture that she considered it offensive. She felt too exposed, too vulnerable. “Ami, dear, I know that was hard, but if you’re a maid, you have to accept discipline. Got it?”

Mumbling incoherently through the gag, she nodded. Reluctantly, he got her off his lap and handed her the belt. “Go put it back where you found it and then come to bed.”

She replied unintelligibly, for she was still wearing her gag as she curtsied. There was an extremely visible stain on the front of her nightgown, near her crotch. He grinned, knowing that she nearly came while he spanked her. He could feel and smell how aroused she was, being gagged and spanked. When she returned, she was clearly still embarrassed about the dark wet stain on her nightgown, and visibly wanted to hide it, but kept her arms firmly behind her back. He had admonished her on respect before. She knew it was there, and she knew that the only thing keeping her juices from dripping onto her nightgown and down her legs was her bushy pubic hair, and that did little if anything. She felt too humiliated to ask him if she could wear panties, and she still wore her gag. Ami didn’t want to risk Shingo’s displeasure if she took it off without his permission.

Shingo walked up and untied Ami’s gag. “That’s a good girl…I laid out your outfit over there,” he said, gesturing at the chair. “Take a look at it before you come to bed.”

“Yes, Shingo,” she replied, too exhausted and obedient to even consider arguing with him. She picked up the white camisole and a black sports bra. The bra would be tight against her breasts, but at least they wouldn’t jiggle as much. But the black sports bra would easily stand out against the white spaghetti-strap tank top.

The bottoms were another matter. The violet spandex shorts were fine, if a little small. Ami didn’t know what to think about the white lace panties: the panty line would be easily visible through the shorts, and if she had to smell like she was aroused all day, the lace panties would do little to hold in her juices.

But Ami couldn’t think about that right now. She didn’t want to think, period. All that she wanted to do was crawl into bed and fall asleep. Walking back to the bed, she raised the covers and lay down, blushing a bit as Shingo scooted up next to her and hugged her tight around her slim waist. “I’m so glad you became my maid, Ami. It’s been a wonderful day.”

Ami didn’t respond, but only hoped that tomorrow would be less embarrassing than today was. What she didn’t know was that Shingo had plenty planned for the new maid, as did Usagi’s neighbor, who at that moment was masturbating at the thought of a certain maid in his clutches.

It was only the start of a humiliating series of events for Ami, the new Sailor Maid.