>"Welcome back, Mistress…!"
>"Wow, Anon!" Pomu says, "You look extra cute today" as she tiredly takes her tie off and unbuttons her shirt.
>"I-I do--" (You) clear your throat off, to try again in a higher pitch like she taught you to, "I do, M-Mistress?"
>"Yeah!" Says Pomu, in that earnest-but-forced way in which she sometimes enunciates words.
>The comment makes you partly embarrassed, partly happy. As if by some reflex you start fidgeting with your hair; that is to say, the hair of the wig you're wearing, a long white one, that you'll have on while you wait for your real hair to grow that long.
>"Say, are those the tights Rosemi gave you?" She puts the accent on the E as usual. The tights feel weird against your shaved legs; in fact everything feels weird, because Pomu made you shave your whole body save your hair.
>"I should send her a picture,” Pomu takes a snap shot of your legs a second of hesitation or the thought to ask, "Maybe I should send one to Elira too.”
>"Um… Dinner is ready, Mistress," you say attempting to escape your fate…
>"Dinner? Hehehehe. Dinner can wait!" …but she won’t let you. It’s that tone she always uses jokingly, pretending something very silly is really quite obvious. Through the make-up your face becomes a deep red, after you realize blood always went down to your crotch.
>Pomu gets closer to you. Even with heels on, she’s still visibly shorter than you. She passes her arm around you waist, now curved by a corset. She smells you, your chest, your neck, the frills of your uniform, smells the perfume she likes so much off your body, and whispers "いい匂いだ。"
>Then she kisses you. Her tongue enters your mouth, moves yours around, forces itself upon yours, a girl’s tongue, dominating a man’s mouth.
>When you open your eyes again and breathe, Pomu is already opening the drawer.
>"Dinner can wait!” She’s not even doubting, not even considering it. She’s not even giving you a chance to run away.
>"I need to unwind, it was a long day at work." Her tone gets more serious. It comes out of the drawer, and your body by memory, closes its legs. The smile never left Pomu’s face, but something in her gaze has changed, something is... darker.
>"Bend over, will you Anon?"