Abundance in Opportunity

Mitsuwa had returned to her room; still mostly naked, the nipple clamps hung. The man known as Breaker had not removed them nor did she take time to remove them. Her collar remained on her neck; every attempt to remove it with her bare hands resulted in futile wasted time. Mitsuwa closed the shutters and blinds within the house; she didn’t want anyone to see her as she was now. Mitsuwa then took a nice bath, washing away the shame. Mitsuwa enjoyed her first bath in a month, she removed the nipple clamps by now. Mitsua would try to get her clothes on, her shirt was having problems with the collar. Rather the collar was very conspicuous. Mitsuwa couldn’t leave the house looking like this; she would be seen as a prostitute or even worse, a whore. This would make any future business venture hard if she had the reputation of a whore. However Mitsuwa had to go outside, she had to get her credentials such as citizen license and credit cards. Mitsuwa had left her original outfit at the Mercenary Base, leaving all her stuff there. She couldn’t just show up there; not with her collar, oh how far she fallen they might think.

Mitsuwa looked about the room, looking for anything that would be able to remove the collar. There was nothing in the house that had the strength nor was safe enough to remove the collar. With her options dwindling, she thought maybe she could use a heavy coat or hooded jacket. Well no, that was too suspicious, especially when she had to talk to Government Employees. The thought of being caught made her wet and warm. No remove such thoughts, she thought to herself. By now Mitsuwa had locked herself in her room; isolated by the collar. The social ramifications of being exposed had made her very weary of leaving.

As Mitsuwa spent time in the house alone, the thought returned. At first she tried looking up on the internet items that could remove collars of her grade; though all these items were expensive and no doubt she would have to sign in person to get the package. She reached down and stimulated her crotch from time to time. She tried to read the thoughts out; books on economics, business management, romance. It didn’t help; she was fondling her breast, moaning in pleasure. Mitsuwa tried to snap herself out of it; meditating, intrusive thoughts of probes violating her. It was no use, she had to saute her new thirst. She looked up places online; finding a ‘toy’ shop relatively nearby in the redlight district. Dressing up wouldn’t exactly bring up much suspicion. Due to the numerous business venture; she already had stockpiled some cash for rainy days. Though she never thought she would use this money to buy something that wouldn’t help her overall goal of acquiring more money for her retirement funds.

Transporting to the store, Mitsuwa wearing a hooded sweatshirt walked into the store. There were a few customers within the store, though Mitsuwa and one other were the only ones wearing a hooded sweatshirt. Mitsuwa sweated a bit; she definitely stood out, if it wasn’t her appearance then definitely her body language. Mitsuwa paced around the store, desperately avoiding the other customers. Mitsuwa found a blindfold, a gag, some rope, some butt plugs, and a dildo. She made her way to the counter, keeping the face and neck obscured. The store clerk looked down on her, raising an eyebrow; he put down his ‘magazine’. “Excuse me Miss, are you old enough to purchase these products?” Mitsuwa remained silent for a sec before placing a hundred thousand Yen, “I am of age; this is all the proof you’ll need.” The clerk glanced at her, then the money, finally back to her; with a quickslide of his arm scooped the money, “That’ll be ten thousand and a hundred fifty Yen, Miss.”

Mitsuwa gladly paid the clerk, yanking the bag of stuff from the clerk. Mitsuwa made her way to an area empty of prying eyes and was teleported back home. Mitsuwa took out everything and laid them before her; she knew if she continued this, there was no going back. However her wet crotch was telling her to just do it. She spent a little time researching how to use her new tools. Mitsuwa set up a crotch rope, she rubbed her pussy till she was satisfied. Then she placed a butt plug in each hole; though she wasn’t feeling as joyed as she had in the dungeons. Mitsuwa very much wanted to deny it; this yearning for submission. Sure she can pleasure herself, but it’ll get boring all by herself. She very much dreaded the choice she was going to make. Days passed as Mitsuwa prepared to leave; once she left there was no going back. She finished unfinished business and bought more sex toys. With all preparation done, she said her goodbyes; teleporting back into the dungeon she had escaped, back into the hands of her captors.