What I Think of You Pt. 08

"Why are half of these hot pink? Not my choice of colour... I'll buy one... but I'd like to at least be able to look at the rest of my purchases without wincing."

Yoshiko winced with humiliation as she grabbed a hot pink shirt off the line, it had a large love heart on it, it wasn't her style, but it felt like something that Alex might like, and her own interests weren't the point here... well, they were, but only in a round-about sense, make Alex happy, and eventually she'd be very happy, but for now, it was going to be mostly suffering.

"Hmm... these are pretty good... they look like something I'd usually wear but... well, altered so I'd get arrested for indecent exposure if I ever wore these outside the house, perfect."

Yoshiko found a large number of black T-shirts and pants, which had all been altered to encourage salacious impulses, part of her wondered if she could get similar results by just taking a pair of scissors to her existing wardrobe, but she dismissed the idea.

"Most of my wardrobe is already awful and out of date, it'd be bad if I ended up with only one or two outfits because I butchered the rest... I need to buy these..."

Eventually, Yoshiko decided she needed one more stand-out outfit, something a bit different in case she needed to shake things up a bit, then something terrible caught her eye.

"I can't believe I'm considering this... If someone saw me in this stupid thing... I mean, it's just so... Why am I considering this... It's cheap... It's a bit... Maybe he'd like it... I'm up against Olivia... Fuck it."

Yoshiko felt she was staring into the void as she grabbed another item of clothing off the shelf.

The item in question was a large fuzzy bodysuit, commonly called a wonzie by people Yoshiko didn't even pretend to like, as Yoshiko desperately tried to clear that word from her mind, she gazed upon the monstrosity before her, the bodysuit was meant to resemble a unicorn, at least, as much as you could resemble a unicorn while being a bipedal human being, however, it had large holes cut out, exposing her breasts, and exposing her entire ass, it was stupid looking, just looking at it gave her a tremendous sense of second-hand embarrassment.

She tried to put it out of her mind and hoped that she'd never need to wear it, maybe she could give it to someone else, anyone else, just looking at it felt like the end of her dignity... she'd found it tolerable being naked in front of Alex, but this was something else entirely.

She swallowed the bile in her throat and tried to put it out of her mind by wandering around and trying to find the collars section of the store, it took a while to find, in large part because it wasn't so much a section of the store, as it was a single shelf on a single cupboard in the middle of the store, nestled between a much larger collection of anal beads, and a collection of masks who's purpose she didn't understand and wasn't interested in finding out.

The store had a grant total of three collars on sale, one was a hot pink plastic collar that looked like it'd break under a stern gaze, let alone any physical exertion, the other was a brown leather collar, it was more or less what she was looking for, looked sturdy, but it wasn't showy, she wanted something studded, something a bit more obvious. The third collar was... interesting.

The third collar was made of solid steel from the looks of things, it looked heavy, and picking it up, it was heavy, it had a built-in lock meant to be unlocked with a key, which came with the collar... Yoshiko was staring at it with disbelief.

"This thing looks fucking medieval, it's painful just to lift it with my hand, I can't imagine having it around my neck... no, not my neck, this isn't going around my neck... Jiggly's neck... or maybe even Asha's... it' s not going around mine... but this thing is fucking fantastic... I know just by looking at it, this would hurt like hell to wear, I know that for damn certain... If Alex doesn't have an opinion, I'm placing this right around Jiggly's neck... or maybe, just maybe... I'll have it around Olivia's one day... focus on the present Yoshiko... focus on the present.

Yoshiko grabbed both the leather and metal collar, it was oppressively heavy to hold, and the weight of the six or so outfits on her shoulder was nothing compared to this hunk of metal. She felt her arm about to drop off as she made it to the front of the store.

Her plan was that she'd give the metal collar to Jiggly, mostly for her own amusement, and partly for Alex's, and she'd wear the leather one around her own neck, that sounded like it'd make Alex happy, and would be a win for her as well, wearing a leather collar didn't sound all that painful, the metal collar looked like it'd crush her collar bone, but the leather one seemed like any other article of clothing really, when you thought about it.

When she got to the cash register to ring up her purchase, she saw the checkout operator was a woman who looked to be in about her mid 20's, she wore a tank top and had a collection of tattoos running down her arm, mostly featuring red roses, and one skull and heart combo on her left breast. This was more-or-less the kind of person Yoshiko expected to find manning the register in a sex shop.

Yoshiko hadn't spoken with a cashier in years, back when she had money to spare, she ordered everything online, and once she had no money, she didn't buy anything outside of groceries, and almost exclusively used the self-service checkout, so she felt her nerves prick up as she approached, this didn't need to be an awkward interaction, but the minute details of how to perform this interaction were lost to Yoshiko at this point in her life, she hadn't spoken to a cashier in years.

"Uh... hi... I need to buy these... to have these rung up please." Yoshiko tried to appear confident with her smile, in place of knowing the correct words to speak.

The woman behind the counter wore a cold smile, and rang up her purchases one by one, and she saw nothing wrong with making sure Yoshiko felt self-conscious about each and every one. On every one of the outfits, before she scanned it, unfolding the outfit, taking note of the area's it exposed, before glaring back at Yoshiko, staring at whatever region was cutout on the outfit she was buying. Yoshiko mostly tried to maintain unflinching eye contact, but she had to admit she was embarrassed.

Then the cashier got to one of the more embarrassing outfits, the hot pink love heart shirt and Yoshiko broke eye contact to maintain eye contact with the floor.

Then the cashier grabbed the wonzie and maintained a good five seconds of staring at Yoshiko, who'd caught the outfit out of the corner of her eye and was currently longing for death... or at least a self-service checkout, this was humiliating.

But eventually, Yoshiko saw the outfits were done, and she looked back up at the cashier, she couldn't articulate why, but she found the collar less embarrassing.

The cashier ran the leather collar without issue, but paused on the steel collar, and turned to Yoshiko, speaking for the first time.

"You sure, sweetie?"

Yoshiko had never been surer of anything, that thing looked painful, and she felt a pang of arousal whenever she imagined herself clasping it around Jiggly's neck as a permanent part of her attire.

"Yes... I'm sure."

The cashier paused for a moment, still not scanning the collar.

"It's just... look at this thing... I'm not sure if you or your boyfriend or whatever's going to be wearing this, but... This thing is a bit... think about what it'd be like to wear this thing... you'd feel cold steel clasped around your neck, you'd be struggling to breathe the entire time, and that's assuming it goes around a neck as skinny as yours... you're an adult, you get to make your own decisions, but... are you sure, sweetie?"

"Certain," Yoshiko said with no hesitation, the cashier's words fell on her ears not as a warning, but an effective sales pitch.

"You're a wild one ain't ya? well, enjoy." The cashier gave her a toothy smile and invited her to tap her card.

The expenditure hurt her soul more than the embarrassment, she really didn't have the money to burn, but it had to be done, or so she rationalised.

Yoshiko hurried out as soon as she'd paid, this had been far more taxing than she'd expected, but reassured herself that tonight, she'd have a new toy to impress with, by the name of Asha.

Meanwhile

Alex had finished his class and returned to Yoshiko's apartment, where upon he'd come to a quick realisation, that he didn't have a key, and knocking on the door yielded no results.

He was going to text Yoshiko, asking when she'd be back, but as he was typing out the words, he relented, he decided to simply slump against a nearby wall, and pass the time in contemplation, he was in no real rush, and didn't feel like asking her to hurry on his account, besides, given how she'd been acting these past few days, a small part of his brain wondered if she'd speed through traffic if he prodded her, and he wanted to avoid that possibility.

He wasn't waiting long, in less than 10 minutes, he saw Yoshiko ascending the stairs, where-upon she promptly stopped and stared as soon as she saw him slouched against the wall, before opening her mouth with a shy laugh, and stuttering out a defeated comment

"Oh, right. I didn't give you a key, did I?" Yoshiko was suddenly made very aware of the limitations of her ability to plan.

Alex met her concern with a hearty laugh. "No problem, I'm in no hurry, and it's kind of good to just get time to think to yourself, y'know?"

Yoshiko shyly responded, her arms struggling under the weight of the bags she was holding, making it all the harder to respond like she wasn't on the backfoot.

"Thank you for your patience, but I'll get you a key, don't want this happening again."

Yoshiko walked past him, trying to pretend that her arms weren't about to snap off, and reached into her pockets, fishing for her house key, resting her shopping bags on the ground as she did so, before stepping forward to unlock the door.

As she did so, Alex, being a fan of symbolic gestures of support that didn't require too much exertion, picked up the bags she'd obviously been struggling with, trying to be helpful, and quickly found that of the three bags she'd been carrying. Two of them were incredibly light, it was just one of them which felt like it contained a set of weights.

Yoshiko hadn't noticed any of this as she fiddled with the door and was surprised to hear Alex call out.

"Uh... if you don't mind me asking, what's in this thing? Why's it so heavy? Getting into weightlifting? Rock collecting? Did you ask them to put all your shopping in one bag, but not to make it heavy?"

Alex was trying to crack a joke, meanwhile, Yoshiko's mind swam with what her response should be, but eventually decided that these outfits were for him, she'd certainly never thought of buying them for her own enjoyment, so she might as well be honest with him. On reflection, they didn't strictly speaking need to be a surprise.

"Oh, just some things I'd thought you'd like... I just felt like you'd be happier if I updated my wardrobe a bit, gave you a bit more to look at."

Alex's mind interpreted her response as a green light to look inside the bags. While a large part of him wanted to start with the implausibly heavy bag first, he decided to start with the lighter bags first.

Looking inside, he wasn't sure what he was expecting to find, and when he opened the bag up to find it contained a collection of outfits that initially seemed normal, he was underwhelmed, then he took a closer look.

This was just blatant fetish wear, most of these bore a strong resemblance to normal outfits, but with large holes inbuilt where you'd less want there to be a massive hole, some of these could be summarised as a reverse-bikini.

Then, hidden underneath the other outfits, he saw Yoshiko's more surprising purchase.

The pink heart shirt was a bit strange, but he'd seen her wear pink before, that wasn't worthy of comment, what was, was the weird unicorn wonzie thing, he could barely see it, hidden away at the bottom of the bag, but his immediate response upon seeing it was to side-eye Yoshiko.

Yoshiko had since managed to unlock the door, and upon seeing Alex inspecting the contents of the bag, was bracing for some hard questions if he asked her about the unicorn... thing.

"What fucking possessed me to buy that thing... under what circumstance would I wear it? You know what, fuck it, my second-grade teacher was right... I am an idiot who can't think shit through."

Yoshiko was trying to appear nonchalant and was whistling a tune unsteadily, succeeding in making herself look weirder.

Alex decided he didn't even want to ask a question; he was just going to pretend he never saw the thing and leave it at that.

Alex hefted the bags inside; he'd check the heavy bag once he got inside.

Yoshiko didn't say a word as they entered, her own mind was quiet, embarrassment still clouding her own thoughts.

Alex hefted the bags onto the kitchen bench, and with a calm voice than cut through Yoshiko's panicked mind, asked: "Mind if I see what you bought that's so heavy?"

"Uh... yep, sure, go ahead, I bought it for you... Let me rephrase that, I bought it for me... but for your pleasure... you'll know what I mean when you see it."

Alex opened up the stupidly heavy bag, and found inside two collars, one leather and about what you'd expect from a collar, and another collar which appeared to be made of metal, and was presumably what made the bag so frigging heavy in Alex's mind.

Alex was pretty sure he knew what Yoshiko was implying, but he felt he should ask.

"Do you own a dog, a cat?"

Yoshiko felt her sense of control returning, and answered confidently, stepping towards Alex as she did.

"I don't own a dog, but you own a bitch."

Alex had expected an answer along those lines, although he hadn't predicted the wordplay. He grabbed the heavy metal collar out of the bag, struggling to lift it with just one hand, he'd already completely forgotten the leather collar was in the bag, the metal collar was all he could think about, this felt like the kind of thing you couldn't attach to an animal without getting sued for animal cruelty, it looked cruel to give to a human... but if it was what she was into, Alex supposed he didn't really have the right to say she couldn't wear something like this.

"Oh... uh... well you have interesting taste... well, then, I suppose I'd like to see you wear it." Alex passed the metal collar to Yoshiko as he spoke, internally, he was already amazed that she'd even thought of wearing this thing, it looked painful, it felt painful.

"Fuck... shit... fuck... shit... why the fuck did this happen to me.... Fuck... shit... that fucking collar wasn't meant for... what's done is done... is there any way out of this? It wouldn't be good to tell him no... when he knows what he is... when he knows what he can do... nobody will be able to tell him no... I don't have that luxury... if only I'd been able to take the initiative... fuck me."

Yoshiko's face quickly flashed with a hundred emotions, before with unsteady hand, and a forced smile, she took the collar from Alex's hand, and fastened it around her neck, the key was still in lock from when she bought it, and with a turn, it was locked in place.

It was exactly as awful as she imagined, honestly, it was worse.

The collar was tight enough to make it hard to breath, and what's more, she could feel it apply a frankly worrying amount of pressure to her collarbone, it seemed unlikely it'd be able to break a bone but... that possibility felt worryingly real.

Yoshiko kept her calm, and handed Alex the key, before collapsing down on all fours, mostly to relieve the downward pressure being dealt by the collar, it suddenly made her feel very top heavy, and it was already beginning to hurt, the thing was cold beyond belief, and every part of her wanted to ask for that key back.

She didn't ask, this was an opportunity, Alex, as she'd recently come to learn, was largely good at heart, or at least good at pretending, it'd be good to teach him... whatever the exact opposite of empathy was... callousness, she supposed.

Yoshiko reasoned that being in pain and acting like everything is fine might teach him it was fine to do similar things to other girls, and if she could convince him, it was fine to make someone else where this collar... then it'd be worth it, maybe.

Giving a quick side-eye to ensure she'd shut the door, Yoshiko turned her head up to Alex, whose pants were currently doing a bad job of hiding a boner. It was time to give him a lesson in callousness before she invited Asha over.

"Master... thank you for collaring me... but could this lowly bitch ask you for one more kindness?"

Alex was staring in equal parts arousal and disbelief and Yoshiko... she'd put on the most painful-looking collar he'd ever seen, and then immediately dropped to her knees, saying her master had collared her... she had an active imagination, Alex would give her that much. So he decided to play along.

"What do you want, bitch?"

"Master, Bitches don't wear clothes." Yoshiko arched her back, trying to thrust the zipper of her dress towards Alex while trying to still keep the collar from applying downward pressure.

Alex took the hint and began taking off Yoshiko's sundress, gravity wasn't exactly working in his favour, given her current position, so he found himself somewhat awkwardly pulling it off her body, eventually managing to drag it down to her legs, where she kicked it off. During this process, Yoshiko was largely silent, trying to catch her breath as the tight collar-imposed limitations on her ability to breathe.

Eventually, when Yoshiko found herself on all fours, naked save her underwear, she simply repeated her last request.

"Bitches don't wear clothes."

Alex was a bit surprised, but quickly gathered his wits and began working her panties down her leg, followed immediately by unclasping her bra.

"Naked and collared... as every bitch should be, wouldn't you agree?" Yoshiko was trying hard to hide the extent to which the collar was making speech difficult. Against the odds, she managed to sound somewhat normal as she spoke.

"I want to fuck you," Alex spoke from the heart, in an attempt to stymie the horrible thoughts in his brain, part of him wanted to slap her, and another juvenile part of him wanted to ride her, but he muffled those thoughts and went for a more basic request.

"Master... I kept you waiting earlier... I've been a bad girl... and you should have satisfaction for my misdeeds." Yoshiko strained to sound sexy against the cold steel of the collar wrapped tightly around her throat.

"What do you propose, then... slave?" Alex somewhat timidly added that last part, it felt right, given the situation.

Yoshiko was currently using her arms to help keep her head off the ground, but she allowed her head to rest on the carpet, as she moved her arms behind herself, and spread open her asshole.

"Master... this lowly slave has never had you grace her ass with your presence... if you'd be willing... fuck me."

Alex took a second to admire the naked girl currently spreading her asshole wide, begging him to fuck her ass and contrasted it to the image he'd had of Yoshiko for the longest time, someone who was in many ways a brute, and endlessly self-assured. He unbuckled his pants and was about to thrust into her spread and waiting cunt, when a thought came to mind.

"Do you have any lubricant... because I think unlubricated anal is supposed to be painful for you," Alex asked, his dick mere inches from her ass.