Kessoku Band makes a Music Video pt. 2

Chapter 2

Hitori sat in the backseat of Nijika's car, watching the cars go by. Ryo was sitting next to her, busy typing and giggling at her cellphone, while Kita was riding shotgun as usual, chatting with Nijika about mundane things and the traffic. That left Hitori alone with her thoughts. She couldn't keep from her mind all the humiliation she had gone through at the mall, and the project wasn't even over. Kita had suggested that they shot an extra scene, and everyone had agreed. She felt silly when Kita explained that she wasn't actually going to get whipped. Why would she? Even actual actors didn't get hurt for a scene, they just pretended. That was what Hitori was doing, pretending to be a slave, that was all.

"Can anyone hold my drink back there?", asked Kita, trying to juggle her food. She had decided that she would eat her sandwich on the way to her house, which was still quite a ways. Nijika's car didn't have a cup holder so she needed some assistance. "Anyone?", Kita insisted, offering her drink for one of the girls in the backseat to take.

"Ask Hitori", replied Ryo. "I'm in the middle of something important", she explained. "Why me?", asked Hitori, feeling that Ryo was trying to humiliate her again.

"Hey, I didn't pay good Roman coin for you to talk back", Ryo replied, giggling afterwards. "Hitori, I am sorry but please?", Kita pleaded. "I'm hungry now, please?", she added, trying very hard not to sound like she was bossing Hitori around. Kita was not stupid, she could see that Ryo had been purposely humiliating Hitori all day. She didn't want to make matters worse for her friend, but she also needed to eat. Helping a friend with her drink shouldn't feel humiliating, Kita decided. "Come on Bocc-Hitori-chan. Just take it", she finally added in an unintentionally commanding tone.

Hitori stretched out her arm and took Kita's drink, allowing her friend the freedom to unwrap her sandwich and eat it. She felt conflicted. On one hand, Ryo had humiliated her again with the slave jokes, just like Hitori had suspected she would do at least until the project was over. On the other hand, she did want to help Kita, she was her friend after all. How many times had Kita saved her from embarrassments? Including most recently when Ryo had tried to command her in the mall. So why did she feel bad for it? She had helped her friends many times before.

It was because Ryo had been treating her like shit all day, she reasoned. If not for Ryo's constant humiliating jokes, not to mention the collar she was wearing, she would have thought nothing of it, just helping a friend because she needed both hands to eat in a moving car. But now she felt like she was being treated unfairly. Like a slave. She then wondered if treating slaves unfairly was even a thing. Weren't they supposed to obey no matter what?

Soon enough, Kita finished her sandwich. She had only asked Hitori for her drink twice, trying to minimize the chance of Ryo humiliating her even further. Hitori, for her part, had kept her arm outstretched the entire time, only realizing as they pulled up to the house that she could have just held it in her lap. She tried to keep from her mind the humiliating aspect of it, reminding herself that she was only helping a friend and, were it not for the collar she was wearing, she wouldn't have seen anything problematic with the situation.

Finally, Nijika pulled up Kita's driveway. As the girls made their way past Kita's living room and towards her room upstairs, they were greeted by Kita's mother. Hitori felt very self-conscious greeting her back, knowing that she was wearing a collar. She hoped that Kita's mother wouldn't take notice of it. She planned to take it off as soon as she had the chance to visit Kita's bathroom. However they still needed to shoot the whipping scene so that would have to wait.

Once in Kita's room, Kita and Nijika sat in front of the computer, working to upload their footage from Nijika's phone. Ryo and Hitori, for their part, lounged on Kita's bed, engrossed on their cellphones. Hitori was trying to catch up with the latest gossip when she felt a strange sensation on her neck. Ryo was gently tugging on Hitori's collar by the ring, caressing it between her fingers. Hitori stood petrified.

"This is really pretty", said Ryo. "Looks good on you", she added straightforwardly. Hitori didn't know how to reply. At first she thought Ryo was trying to humiliate her again but she couldn't detect any hint of sarcasm on Ryo's voice. Perhaps Ryo was tired of the slave jokes she had been doing all day. It was true that sometimes Ryo went a little too far with her jokes and her bullying but she always knew when to stop. She and Hitori were best friends, after all.

"Thanks", said Hitori nervously, "but it's Nijika's". She tried her best to distance herself from the collar and the responsibility, so to speak, of using it. If she made it clear that the collar belonged to Nijika, since she was the one to pay for it, then everyone would agree that she was only wearing the collar temporarily.

"It belongs with you", offered Nijika, "I have no use for it". Hitori could only flash her a smile. She didn't want to keep it. Wearing that thing was a constant reminder of the humiliation that her friends were making her go through. She corrected herself, then. The humiliation Ryo was making her go through. Kita and Nijika hadn't made much to contribute to it.

Shortly afterwards, Nijika and Kita finished going through their footage and decided to shoot the extra scene they had planned. Per their assignment instructions, they only needed to show two scenes for their project but they figured it wouldn't hurt to have one more. Besides, during the filming of the auction scene an opportunity had presented itself when Hitori had failed to obey the auctioneer. She needed to be whipped. The girls then discussed how they wanted to shoot the scene.

"Let's just have Hitori hold onto something, like a table, and we can whip the air with one of my belts", Kita suggested. "We can add the sound effect later".

"Why can't we just whip Hitori? Hmmm? Wouldn't that be easier?", joked Ryo. Hitori had hoped that Ryo was done with her stupid jokes but clearly that was not the case. Her previous display of affection had been a fluke, Hitori concluded.

"Why don't we grab the sound effect by whipping you first, idiot?", admonished Nijika, tired of Ryo's shit. Nijika also had made fun of the situation but she could see that Ryo was taking it a bit too far.

"I'm just saying if you have a slave you don't need to go through all that trouble", answered Ryo, a little bit hurt that Nijika had put a stop to her bullying.

"That's not true", said Kita. "We'd take good care of her", she added. Her friends all turned to look at her, surprised. "I mean if we had one", she clarified. She felt a little bit embarrassed but, more importantly, she felt guilty for having inadvertently encouraged Ryo and her jokes. She didn't mean to humiliate Hitori. She was only musing that, if they had a slave, they wouldn't hurt her without a good reason.

Just then the girls heard knocking on Kita's door, startling them. Kita's mother informed her that she was going out to run an errand and that she would be home for dinner. She also reminded her daughter that there were dishes to be done, a responsibility that rested on Kita.

The girls found themselves on Kita's backyard, where they would shoot their scene. Kita had procured one of her belts with which they planned to pretend to whip Hitori. The scene was simple. Kita, who was playing the character of the auctioneer, was going to pretend to whip Hitori for her misbehavior at the auction. To make it look more authentic, they were going to film from an angle so that it seemed the belt was landing on Hitori's back. A common trick used by actual filmmakers.

The girls gathered around the backyard table they were going to use. Kita explained to Hitori that she had to grab the table and pretend to be in pain when Kita whipped her belt close to her. Nijika found the angle she was looking for, the best one to conceal that the belt wasn't actually landing on Hitori's back, and counted down with her fingers to let Kita know it was recording.

“Bocchi-chan I am sorry, you are doing great, okay? I am proud of you today” whispered Kita. Proud? Hitori tried not to dwell on her choice of words.

"Y-You've been disobedient, slave", Kita started, in character. "Count as I whip you", she ordered. She then wondered if slaves back then would even know how to count, but historic accuracy was not something they were striving for. They were dressed casually in jeans and blouses or tank tops, so historic accuracy was out of the question.

As Kita started pretending to land her blows, Hitori began counting them, as if in pain. "One, mistress", she said. Two, three, four, five. They had agreed on five strikes of the whip. Nijika made a sign with her hand that the scene had gone perfect, and Hitori let out a sigh. The project was finally over, she thought.

Suddenly and without any warning, Kita landed an actual blow of her belt on Hitori's ass. Kita didn't put her full force on it, it was more playful than anything. But the act startled Hitori, who wasn't expecting it at all. "Ow, Kita what..?!", she demanded, but quickly corrected herself, "I mean six, mistress". The rest of the girls bursted into laughter. Hitori stood there dumbfounded, she had made a fool of herself by staying in character after Kita had struck her with her belt. She crawled into the corner of the room and covered her head with a pillowcase.

"I'm sorry", Kita managed to say between laughs, she could barely breath. "It was just a joke and besides you did miss your cue to stand on the spot", she added. Hitori was not laughing, she was quickly alternating between anger and embarrassment. Her cheeks must have been a hot red, she could feel. She'd had enough.

"Can I take this stupid collar off now?", she asked, frustrated, once her friends' laughter had subsided.

"You may not, slave", retorted Ryo. "We might need to do some reshoots", Nijika explained. She had only meant it tongue-in-cheek. After all, Hitori had stayed in character so what if she stayed in character herself?

Hitori wasn't taking it that well. She stood there, staring at Kita. She could feel her eyes welling up with tears. After all the humiliation she had gone through that day, she couldn't handle it any longer.

"I'm sorry", repeated Kita, after seeing how Hitori had taken her practical joke. "It was just a silly joke, come on", she cooed. "I didn't hit you that hard, did I?". She moved in closer to Hitori and held her in an embrace. Hitori started sobbing, then. "I'm sorry", Kita repeated. “Hitori... I am sorry okay? I took it too far”

"We got all the footage we need, Hitori", said Nijika, trying to make her friend feel better. "Come on, let's go edit the video", she suggested. Hitori was able to compose herself and nodded at her friends. It had only been a joke, after all. Kita didn't hit her that hard. The girls made their way back to Kita's room.

On the way to Kita's room, though, they had to pass through the kitchen. Kita remembered then that she needed to wash the dishes before her mother arrived  later that night. She wasn't sure how long the video editing would take, and she didn't want her mother to arrive and find the dishes dirty.

"Hitori, can you wash the dishes?", Kita asked, trying not to use a commanding tone. She knew Hitori was feeling sensitive after the whipping scene fiasco. But she also needed her dishes to be done and she was going to be busy editing the video.

"What? Why?", replied Hitori.

"My mom will kill me if she returns to find the dishes dirty", came the answer from Kita. "I was supposed to do it in the morning", she explained.

"Yeah, but why me?", replied an increasingly frustrated Hitori.

"Come on Hitori, I will wash them too! Come help me with this", pleaded Kita. Then, a little frustrated herself, she continued. "Look, are you going to edit the video?", she asked. "No", Hitori admitted. "Are you going to give everyone a ride afterwards?", asked Kita, making a reference to Nijika's contributions to the team effort. "No", came the replied from Hitori, now feeling ashamed of being so useless.

"Then help me with this, okay? Please?", Kita asked again. Defeated, Hitori finally agreed, "Okay I guess".

Ryo had an idea then. She was holding the belt she had used to whip Hitori. It was a black belt that had clips on both ends. The clips at the ends, once they met on the front, would hooked into each other, securing the belt in place. But now Ryp thought the clips could serve another purpose. She directed Hitori to the sink and fastened one end of the belt to it. A horrified Hitori watched as Kita herself clipped the other end of the belt to her collar. The girls giggled uncontrollably at the scene. Ryo had secured Hitori to the sink so she could wash her dishes. Hitori was speechless.

"Just wash the dishes, okay?", said Kita, trying not to make Hitori feel too bad. "We'll be upstairs editing the video", she added, directing her friends to her room again.

Hitori stood there for a moment, not knowing what to do. Why had Kita played along with this joke on her? After all that she had gone through, her humiliation wasn't over. Afraid that thinking things over and over would reduce her to tears, she instead tried to keep herself busy by washing the dishes, as Kita had requested her to do.

The belt wasn't very long. She barely had enough room to move about and do the dishes. She guessed that she couldn't sit on the floor if she tried, lest she choked on her collar. She also could barely turn back to see if anyone was coming, or indeed was watching her from behind.

After what seemed like an eternity, but probably more like half an hour, Hitori finished the dishes. She was slightly proud of being useful to her friends. Kita had struck a nerve before, when she had asked if she would be the one to edit the video, or give everyone a ride. Hitori couldn't do any of those things. It was true that she was being more useful there in the kitchen, washing some dishes so Kita didn't have to. Otherwise she would have been lounging at Kita's room, barely contributing to the school project.

A new problem had arisen, then. Hitori had finished with the dishes, but now what? Was she going to meet up with her friends back at Kita's room or wait for Kita to come and collect her? Kita had been the one to secure her in place, in front of the sink. Would it be out of place for Hitori to free herself? More importantly, would Kita be upset if she freed herself without her approval? Perhaps Kita had secured her there for a reason.

Furthermore, what if Kita's mother arrived and saw Hitori like this? What would she say? Hitori didn't think she could endure that kind of humiliation. She figured that if she heard Kita's mother approaching, she could quickly unclip the belt from her collar and pretend she had come down to the kitchen to wash her hands or something. To this end she planned to practice unfastening the clip off her collar so that, should the need arise, she could do it quickly enough.

She found, as she was fumbling with the clip, that she felt just a tad wrong trying to remove it from her collar. Kita had secured it for her. It was only a joke, she mused, but she didn't want to feel like she was betraying her friend Kita. In the end she decided that she would leave it like that, and only remove it if Kita's mother, or anyone else from Kita's family for that matter, returned home. She started to wonder; ‘would Kita be proud of the job I did’? Her cheeks turned red, but she did not have much time to consider this.

It was then that she heard someone approaching the kitchen from the living room. She instantly became nervous, thinking it could be Kita's mother. She hadn't heard her car outside, or the front door opening, but then again when was Hitori completely aware of her surroundings? She took her hand to her collar, then, in case she needed to free herself from the sink. She let a sigh of relief when it became apparent that it was Kita.

"Hitori, what's taking so long?", inquired Kita as she came into the kitchen. She stood frozen beneath the door frame, incredulous at the sight that was presented before her. Hitori had finished washing her dishes. How long ago, only Hitori knew. But she had stayed in front of the sink, unwilling to free herself from the predicament that Kita had put her in. Kita lamented, then, that she didn't have her phone with her, as she would've liked to preserve that moment in picture. She approached Hitori, smile on her face.

"You've finished the dishes. Good Girl", Kita praised Hitori cheerfully. Hitori returned with a forced smile of her own, feeling overwhelmed by Kita's praise. Hitori realized she wanted to be a good girl for Kita. Kita unclipped one end of her belt, the one that was hooked to the sink and, without saying anything, just simply walked towards the room, gently tugging on the belt to direct Hitori back to her room upstairs.

Hitori was an instant turmoil of emotions. She could feel her cheeks turning red from being led like a dog by her friend. She tried to concentrate on something physical, like Kita's heels or shoulders, trying her best to keep her mind away from difficult questions. Questions like "why is Kita of all people humiliating me like this?" and, more importantly, "why am I not protesting?".

Ryo and Nijika giggled when they saw Kita enter the room followed by a leashed Hitori. This, in turn, made Hitori even more embarrassed. Kita walked over to the computer and handed the belt to Nijika, who led Hitori to her closet, where she began rummaging through her things. Finally she found what she was looking for. An identical belt, except different color, with clips on both ends. She hooked one of the clips to the belt Hitori was wearing, effectively doubling the leash in length.

Nijika then led a surprised Hitori out of her room again. Hitori didn't understand why she was being led out of the room but she didn't want to protest. Just outside of her room, Kita found a place where she could hook the end of the belt. "You can sit if you want", she offered, "we're almost done with the video". She then turned around and closed the door, leaving Hitori stupefied just outside of the room.

Hitori didn't know what to do. She could hear her friends laughing in the room right next to her. There wear tears threatening to flow down her cheeks but she tried her best to hold them back. What could she do? She mused that if she had decided not to free herself from Kita's bondage when she had done it as a joke before, it made no sense to free herself now that Nijika had purposely put her there.

Her mind made up, she sat in the hallway, hugging her legs. The new length of her leash allowed much more freedom of motion, but barely so. She could sit comfortably but not move very far. She could hear her friends still laughing, and she lamented not being there. She thought she would have preferred being leashed on the other side of the door, at least that way she could hear and see her friends. Would that be better? Or would the humiliation cut that much deeper?

A short while later, she heard the door open and looked up to see Kita flashing her a huge smile. Though she felt awful from all the humiliation she was being led through, she found herself glad to see her friend so happy and excited. "Hey, how are you holding up out here Bocchi-chan! Come on in, we finished the video", said Kita as she unhooked the leash from the wall. As Hitori tried to maneuver herself to a standing position, she found that Kita was tightly holding her leash very close to the end that was clipped to her collar, allowing her very little range of motion. She looked up to see her friend still smiling at her before Kita tugged on the leash, gently.

Hitori had no choice, as she'd been given very little choice all day. She opened her mouth to protest that there wasn’t any room for her to walk. Her face burning, she decided to stay quiet and awkwardly crawled her way back to Kita's room. Ryo and Nijika giggled when they saw Hitori crawling like a dog. Kita led Hitori to the front of her bed, which was the one closest to her computer, and expertly hooked the leash there. All her friends were giggling then. Kita sat in front of her computer, then hit play on the video they had just edited. Hitori sat on the floor, like she had done outside Kita's room. Ryo and Nijika were laying back on Kita's bed, not paying much attention to their friend sitting on the floor.

Soon enough, the video was over and the girls were happy with the result. Hitori, too, was happy with how their project had turned out, even if it had meant going through all kinds of embarrassing situations all day, including the one she was going through right then, as she sat on the floor leashed to her friend's bed. She was also happy that her friends had not included her sixth whipping, the one that had actually landed on her ass. It had only been a joke from Kita, not a part of the scene, she remembered.

With their project completed, and with time to spare before the girls had to go back to their homes, the girls watched comedy and music videos as they often did when they were in Kita's room. Hitori was happy they were doing something else for a change. For a moment she could almost forget her predicament. She was leashed like a dog to her friend's bed. What made it infinitely worse was the complete lack of acknowledgement from her friends about the strange situation. They were all intensely focused on the computer and their own conversation. She thought she'd almost prefer if they were joking and laughing at her, at least that way she could feel like she was being the butt of a joke, like she often was. But instead everyone was just quietly accepting the situation, including her, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. This bothered Hitori. A lot.

Her predicament was getting worse by the minute as she needed to go, badly. She had been feeling the need to pee back when she was sitting in Kita's hallway, but she had hoped that Kita would unleash her once the video editing was done. If that had been the case, Hitori would've had the freedom to visit the bathroom and get some much needed relief. And also she could've finally removed the damn collar she had been wearing for hours now.

But Kita had not unleashed her. On the contrary, she had leashed her again, this time to her bed. As the minutes went by, and the urge to pee grew stronger, Hitori mustered all the courage she had before doing the most terrifying thing she had done in her life. Asking her friend to unleash her.

"Uh, Kita?", Hitori began, tentatively. Kita turned her head to look at Hitori, sitting on the floor. "Can I use your bathroom?", Hitori ventured. "Sure", replied Kita, turning away to continue watching the video playing on her computer, fully aware that Hitori wouldn't unleash herself.

"Um, Kita?", Hitori insisted, "can you unclip me, please?". Hitori could feel her cheeks turning red. She knew she had done something humiliating, asking her friend to let her free of her bondage, something she could have done herself. The clips were at arms reach, both the one in her collar and the one clipped to the bed. The mechanism was so simple a toddler could operate it. So why didn't Hitori unleash herself? That was a question she could not answer.

"Oh right", replied Kita, "I completely forgot", Kita lied. She turned around and unclipped the leash from Hitori's collar, setting her free. Hitori quickly maneuvered herself to a standing position and made her way to Kita's bathroom. Soon she was sitting at the toilet, getting much needed relief. When she finished, she took the time to look at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were slightly red from the times she had cried, or was on the verge of crying.

She took notice of the collar, then. She had been waiting for the chance to remove the collar, and the chance to be free from the humiliation of her friends, for hours now. But now that she had the chance, she wasn't sure of what to do. Would Kita be upset with her if the removed it? What about Ryo, and Nijika? She ran her fingers through the ring in front of the collar and decided not to remove it just yet, lest Kita would get upset.

As she was returning to Kita's room, she realized that she had a decision to make, and not an easy one. Where was she going to sit? On the floor where she had been sitting? Sit on the bed, like Ryo and Nijika were doing? Or sit on the chair next to Kita's?. She almost wished Kita had given her precise instructions, like she often did. If Kita had instructed her to return to her sitting position, then it would've been easy. Having to make a choice was more difficult than following instructions, she mused.

Once she entered the room, she realized that the decision had been made for her. She saw Kita, still sitting on her chair, holding her makeshift leash, offering one end to Hitori as they locked gazes. Hitori felt a mixture of both relief and shame. On one hand, she didn't have to make a choice and risk taking the wrong one. What if she had sat on the bed and Kita had chastised her for it? On the other hand, Kita did want Hitori to sit on the floor, and leash her like a dog.

Hitori quickly made her way to the front of the bed, sitting on the floor. She glanced up at Kita, who was beaming down at her. She looked away from her, but not curling into a ball like she desperately wished to. She kept her neck open for Kita, so that she could attach the clip to her collar. Kita did so and then she attached the other end of the leash to her bed, as she had done before. Kita gave Hitori a huge smile and a pat on her head, clearly enjoying Hitori's behavior.

"I never knew you for a method actress", remarked Ryo, finally teasing Hitori. She had not said anything mean to her since Nijika had chastised her earlier for trying to go to far with her jokes. But now she was back at it. "Really researching that role, even if the project is over", she continued to prod.

Hitori didn't have a reply for that. She didn't even know why she accepted being leashed to the wall, or Kita's bed, like a dog. She was sitting hugging her legs and Ryo's remarks only made her hug her legs harder. She felt like she could cry.

"Leave her alone!", Kita angrily chastised Ryo. "She's just comfortable sitting there", she tried to explain.

"You never know when you might need to reshoot some scenes", offered Nijika, trying to make Hitori feel better about the situation.

Suddenly, an alarm went off on Nijika's phone. That was her cue for her to head back home. The girls started picking up their things, and also helping Kita clean her room a little, since they had made a mess of it. Hitori was still leashed to the bed, so she could only watch the flurry of activity her friends had turned into. Soon they were done and ready to get going. Kita unclipped the leash from the bed, and gently tugged on it so that Hitori could follow her. This time she was allowed to stand up and walk, which made Hitori happy.

Kita led her friend through her house and, once outside, she unclipped the leash from Hitori's collar, setting her free. Hitori could almost feel like she would cry of happiness. The girls said their goodbyes before getting into Nijika's car. Ryo was riding shotgun and she was chatting with Nijika about their favorite TV show, which Hitori didn't particularly like. So there she was again in the backseat of Nijika's car, alone with her thoughts.

She had endured a lot of humiliation from her friends, all day long. That hurt. But what bothered Hitori more was that she had let it happen. There were several times when she could have stopped the jokes and the unfair treatment, and yet she had failed to act on it. Either because she had been very shy or because she had just accepted the treatment. Hitori felt like the most stupid person in the world, then.

Soon they were at Ryo's house and, after saying her goodbyes to her friends, got out of the car and into her house. Hitori then took the time to move from the backseat to the passenger seat, so that Nijika didn't feel like a taxi driver or something.

"Are you okay?", asked Nijika, once they were on their way to Hitori's house.

"Yeah... I'm fine", replied Hitori, unsure of her response.

"Like I said, you can keep the collar if you like it so much", Nijika offered. “It looks good on you” she added. Hitori didn't like the collar, it was a pretty harsh reminder of how she had been treated. Worse, Hitori worried, Nijika had mistaken Hitori's inability to remove it for her taking a liking to it. At first Hitori didn't want to remove the collar because she had been shy, not wanting to attract more of Ryo's jokes about her being a slave. And then when they were at Kita's house, she didn't remove it for fear of letting down her friend Kita.

When they arrived at Hitori's house, Nijika parked just a little bit farther than she usually would.

"Turn around", she said to Hitori. Hitori turned around as best she could, since she was sitting. She was facing the window now. Nijika removed Hitori's collar and handed it to her. "Don't let your parents see you with this", she instructed. "See you tomorrow, okay?", she added. Hitori got out of Nijika's car and waved her goodbye.

Later that night, Hitori found herself laying on her bed, sobbing. Her friends had done a thorough job on the poor girl. Usually at this time of the evening she would be partaking in the endless stream of gossip that her friends had to offer, but today she didn't feel like looking at her cellphone. At all. She looked into her bag and procured her collar. The collar that had given her so much embarrassment that day. She ran her fingers through the inner diameter of the collar, also through the ring that was attached to it. It felt smooth and nice.

Her face slammed into the pillow. "Stupid STUPID RYO STUPID RYO STUPID RYO" Hitori screamed into her pillow.

She then remembered the small gift that the goth clerk had given her at the mall. She procured the item, too, caressing the engraved word it had on the front. "Slave", she said to herself, closing her eyes. Her hands quickly fastened the tag to her collar, and she glanced over at her full length mirror. As she contemplated putting her collar back on, this time with her slave tag on it, her hands were trembling.

She put her collar on and looked at herself. She looked different than she had looked back in Kita's bathroom. She was now wearing her hair in a ponytail. She was wearing loose shorts and a loose tank top. She shifted positions to allow herself to look at the collar in different angles. She decided that it didn't look so bad. Why had Kita insisted...?

She got on her knees then, looking at herself in the mirror. She was ashamed by her own display but also immensely fascinated by it. She closed her eyes, trying to control her breathing, but took a moment to look at herself again, kneeling in front of her mirror. She thought that she liked what she saw. Her breathing quickened. The thought of how exciting it was to see herself wearing the collar, knowing what she went through today brought her right to the edge. She didn't remember exactly when her hands went down her shorts. She worked diligently, tenderly placing her other fingers on her smooth collar. She felt her body growing hot all over, her heart racing, her breath shallow, and tears starting to run down her cheeks. She hadn't had done something like this in weeks. The sensation was unreal. She caught another glimpse of herself in the mirror and realized how close she was.

>"I am proud of you today” Kita whispered "Good Girl"

She couldn't stop. She couldn't control herself anymore. She pushed her thighs apart, her face contorting with pleasure as she writhed against the floor. Her mouth hung open but no sound came out. The sensations were intense, her thighs now involuntarily pinning her own hand in place. She lay on the floor for a long moment, panting heavily, relishing the feeling of cathartic release. Then she slowly rose to her feet, stumbling and knocking over Guitar-san. The noise reverberated through the house. She froze in fear as she fearfully listened for any noise throughout the house. Thankfully, her family was already sound asleep. She brushed herself down, carefully checked her collar for any scuffs, or any sign that she'd damaged it somehow. Not finding any evidence of wear or tear, she bashfully pulled her pajamas on.

She quickly took off her collar and saved her in a secure place, somewhere her mother wouldn't find it. Soon she was laying on her bed again, trying to sleep. She had school tomorrow and she needed to rest, after a long day. She had forgotten to pick up her guitar from the ground. As she drifted off to sleep, she hoped that her friends would forget all about that day and never mention it again.

Unbeknown to her, her three friends had also been feeling a bit restless; Kita, Ryo, and Nijika were all passionately reflecting on the events of that day in their own way.