Futaba’s finger hovered over the call button. Just an inch more and she’d be on the line with the maid service. Her heart started beating faster at the mere thought of it. She’d heard about it through Joker. After a little bit of research on the actual company, she’d discovered the maids would do “favors” for their clients.
And she was one tap away. Sojiro wasn’t home; Joker was out doing level 100 extrovert things, and she had more than enough money from bullying shadows in Mementos. The only thing she needed now was a little bravery. If she could just put her finger down, she’d be on her way to experiencing her submissive desires.
She sat there frozen for almost an hour, but eventually the nervous energy won and she built up enough courage to start the call. With a finger press, her call was on its way. Once it started ringing, Futaba threw the phone in surprise, and it hit the ground with a dull thump!. She clambered after it, getting her hand on it the second the maid answered.
Conversing with the maid on the line was possibly the most difficult thing she’d ever done, but she managed to get through it. Her heartbeat never slowed the whole time she waited. She thought things would have been easier after she ordered the maid, but her nerves refused to calm.
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Futaba blushed upon seeing the maid walk into her room. Classic black and white maid outfit, shiny black hair tied up in pigtails, and a more developed figure than those of her friends. She would have never guessed the woman in front of her was Joker’s teacher, Sadayo Kawakami. Futaba ogled the maid’s curves as she did a little cleaning.
Kawakami could feel the young woman’s gaze. When Futaba cleared her throat, she turned around. The young woman was clearly nervous; her eyes looked like they were about to pop out of her head.
“Is there something else I can help you with master?”
She thought she knew what to expect. Did she want a handsy massage? For her to ‘take a rest’ by sitting in her lap? Or maybe did she want her to clean something high up right above her chair? Where she would be forced to rub her chest against her.
“C—c-can you. Can you sit on my face?”
Well that was…direct. She’d never heard that one before. Her first thought was to reject the request. It sounded awkward and unsanitary. She turned it over in her head and came around to the idea. She’d spent the whole day on her feet; maybe she shouldn’t throw away a chance to rest and make some money at the same time.
“Are you sure master? I’ve been working all day and night and I haven’t had a chance to change or shower.”
Now it was Futaba's turn to think it over. What she just heard shouldn’t have made her more excited, but it did. Her throat dried up, but she barely managed to squeak out her assent.
The schoolteacher wasn’t sure why her client wanted her to plant her smelly, sweaty ass on her face, but if all she had to do was sit, who was she to say no? She put on her best bright smile and bowed.
“Of course, master. Why don’t you just go ahead and get ready so I can take care of you?”
Futaba’s heart leapt. This was actually happening! She scurried over to the beanbag she’d placed in anticipation. She spent a second sliding onto the chair so that her head was resting at the comfiest part of it. Kawakami just stared down at her for a second, mentally shrugged, then walked over.
Futaba looked up the elaborate skirt, just barely getting a peek at her maid’s black panties. Kawakami looked down, blushing as she realized what Futaba was staring at. But if this was all her client wanted, and all she had to do was sit? She floofed her dress as she bent her legs. This accomplished two things. First, it served this perverted girl’s desires, as her nose was plugged directly into her sweaty panties, which was apparently what she was looking for. Second, it would leave her dress less creased, which would hopefully mean less work for her after this was over.
Futaba, meanwhile, was trying not to overload. Her nose was buried in her maid’s panties. The soft ass cheeks weighed heavily on her, smushing her into the beanbag and making it difficult to breathe. The air she got came directly from Kawakami’s musty crack. The chair groaned a little more as their combined weight eased into it.
What happens next?
1) It turns out, Futaba does not actually like experiencing her fetish. Kawakami continues sitting to teach her a lesson.
2) Futaba does like being sat on. She lays under Kawakami with glee for hours, not minding how awful Kawakami’s panties are. Maybe things step up a level next call.
3) One of Futaba’s friends comes by to check on her. They manage to catch the situation without being seen. If this is something she likes, then maybe something can be arranged with the team?
4) Fast forward a week later. Futaba loved being dominated by Kawakami and wants to try something new.
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