He delays, but meanwhile, across the multiverse...

*Authors Note: I am not Japanese. I do not speak Japanese. Thus I have relied extensively on external resources to give me a primer on the cultural, social, and lingual interactions. I do not expect those primers to be fully accurate and I respect the Japanese people and culture, and hope that my illustrations here does not do them, nor those that immigrate to America, a disservice.

Plus, this is fiction story. Any and all similarities to real or historical people, well, yadda yadda yadda. If you are curious about why I chose specific Japanese words and think I'm wrong, and know better word selection, please let me know.*

Hanae dropped her bag into her chair, her movements stiff and guarded, and plopped down on the bed as she tiredly retrieved her cell phone from her purse and checked if Ailis had responded to her last text. 'Come on Ailis! I need your emotional support!' she thought to herself. 'Please tell me I didn't scare you off. I need my friend.'

Hanae looked at herself in the mirror, seeing the makeup she normally never wore adorning her classical features. Her Mom had told her many times how beautiful she was, and how she needed to avoid attracting the wrong kind of attention, especially attention from a non-doctor type of man, specifically a non-Japanese doctor type of man. She'd heard the refrain so many times that just seeing the lipstick and blush made her wince a little. But Hanae was unable to remove it. Her contract with Professor Thorndike precluded removing it except under special circumstances, which required another negotiation to learn about.

Glaring balefully at her cell phone, Hanae sighed and decided to get the next game of Words With Fiends out of the way. Three days in, and so far she was two for two in lost games. The first game she had lost by only 1 point thanks to not realizing what the PW tiles meant, and had picked up two punishment words in the process: 'Eminent', and 'Domain'. The loss had incurred the penalty word: 'Contracts'. It was a word the other player had changed from her initial 'tracts' word played off of the starting 'Torque'. She had not intended on doing two closely related words like 'Eminent Domain', but the letters were too easy to see once 'Domain' had been played.

After the initial game had concluded, and being informed of the dire consequences of a failure to pick a punishment, Hanae had haltingly agreed to combine the three words into one single punishment instead of three separate ones, still not entirely understanding what that had meant. Due to the terms of her new combined punishment, she couldn't read the terms of her punishment words or the terms of her contracts because they had deliberately been made incomprehensible from the terms of 'Eminent Domain', terms which she also couldn't read.

While Hanae could request contract explanations and negotiate the terms of the contracts after the fact, Professor Thorndike had become her designated 'Government' and thus could require additional 'Right of Way' negotiations before beginning contract negotiations or explaining the very same contracts that Professor Thorndike had imposed on her without her input, or her agreement!

Hanae could only protest the 'Compensatory Amount' Professor Thorndike provided in a 'Court' that he presided over, and if she failed to convince him thoroughly enough, he could then unilaterally impose additional punitive components onto the existing contracts. He had advised her that he had a certain amount of 'political capital' from which he could spend each day making contracts.

Hanae had initially noticed Professor Thorndike's sudden surprise and delight when she had walked into class after her first contract had induced her into wearing fishnet stockings, something she'd never worn before. It had led to her suspicions that he might be involved and led to going to his office after class and finally learning as much as she had so far.

Hanae still had no clue how this game had appeared on her phone: she had been studying, received a notification chime, looked down, and there was the game clock counting down from ten seconds, with a baleful oni staring at her impatiently, as if he'd been waiting centuries for her to play her response instead of just seconds, to his already played first word.

The sheer malevolence coming off of the oni had originally made Hanae play the game out of sheer terror, thinking she had somehow wound up driving herself into the Buddhist hell her Mom had constantly warned her about. Hanae still sometimes wondered about what bad karmic debt she was supposed to be paying off, but shouldn't hell feel less like the real world?

Hanae's second game yesterday had also been a very close finish, but that game resulted in a very disturbing addition to her previous word. It had added: 'Present', which likely meant the contract holder could now make contracts that restricted how she presented herself to the world, based on the perpetual make-up requirement that followed shortly after the punishment word hit her list.

Even after her discussion with Professor Thorndike, Hanae was still trying to figure out exactly how the contractual component fully worked, but she knew it had something to do with the series of stats she could see next to her avatar in the game. She couldn't see the actual stats because they were blurred out, but they were rather telling just by the names: Embarrassment, Honor, Purity, Emotional Resistance, Physical Arousal, Emotional Arousal, Emotional Intimacy, Gullibility, Social Perception, Physical Comfort, Shame, and Exhibitionism. The only clues she had regarding their levels were that her Gullibility, Exhibitionism, and Arousal stats were in single digits, and her Perception and Honor stats had been three digits before her first actual contract had kicked in.

Hanae shivered, remembering the look of shocked delight on her Professors face when she had walked into his class wearing fishnet stockings, something she had suddenly felt completely naked walking outside her dorm room without. It had been aggravating, standing there outside her dorm room knowing that she was fully dressed but feeling like everyone in the hall was looking at her and staring saying: 'Hey! She's naked! How lewd!'

Hanae hadn't even owned a pair of stockings, she'd had to go to the store and figure out what would make her feel not naked and it was pure chance her hand had touched that box of fishnets. The anxious feeling had dropped, marginally, and when she purchased and then tried them on, the instant relief from the social stigma of being perceived as naked in public turned into anxiety hearing her mother's voice in her head telling her that dressing that way attracts the wrong kind of attention. But feeling naked in public was marginally worse than her mother's voice. Marginally.

After class, Hanae had gone to Professor Thorndike's office and after bowing respectfully, she had haltingly pressed until he caved and advised that he couldn't tell her anything without her agreeing to another contract. That had led to her second contract of the game: Barefoot or No shoes allowed with a less than 4" heel. It had originally been a 1" heel that he'd requested but after she had tried negotiating that requirement downward, the height kept going up until she finally just agreed so she could learn what she needed to know.

Unfortunately, Hanae had learned something during the discussion that would make future negotiations difficult. If she refused Professor Thorndike's first proposed offer when she wanted something, all future offers had to be weighted negatively against her favor, based on how her original unaltered opinion prior to the game would have found the proposals, and the weighting strength of which was based on the greater of the perceived or actual difference in social standing between her and the person she was negotiating with.

Her next daily contract was discovered when Hanae could not get her bra clasped before her breasts started itching like someone had put itching powder in her bra cups, again. High school bullies, even 18 year olds that should know better, are mean. Her high school bullies had even put hot chili powder in her panties, one of her biggest reasons for loathing gym class. The only solution, unlike back then when she had a spare in her purse was to forego a bra, something she had never done even once since she started wearing one. Not that she really needed one for the support thanks to how flat her chest was, a fact the bullies had constantly enjoyed rubbing in her face after that date.

Hanae had naïvely hoped each daily contract would be replacing a previous daily contract, but they didn't. They stacked. It was at this point Hanae pushed past her embarrassment and shame about the situation and talked to a friend about it: Ailis. Two reasons, one, Ailis was her best friend. Two, up until she had gotten the game, Hanae had thought her friend was doing slightly strange things but now, after getting the game, she realized that what her best friend had been doing for the past few days could have or should have gotten her kicked out of school.

But now, Ailis was ghosting her. Hanae hoped Ailis was okay after Ailis had selected her owner, and had felt really weird about the fact Ailis had decided to select her Dad, but the recent deluge of odd overlapping memories changed some of that perception. But the fact that Ailis wasn't responding just after Hanae had shared something this deeply personal and humiliating, Hanae felt deep regret for having possibly disturbed her friend to the point of not responding to her texts.

Hanae physically shook herself and returned to the problem at hand.

Hanae was pretty certain that her new contract today, aside from the existing makeup contract and high heels, had been always hard nipples or something to that effect because no matter what she wore, her nipples felt like ice and indented everything she wore. She'd even tried wearing three layers and her nipples still felt cold, and the layers still failed to hide anything. The only time her nipples hadn't felt like highly sensitive frozen popsicles was when she wasn't wearing anything on her torso during the process of changing clothes, but her nipples had stayed hard the entire time even when she was disrobed.

Hanae had to play one game per day according to the rules, or she forfeited the game and the oni got to add all four punishment words from that game it would play on her behalf along with one of her words from the previous game. Since she wasn't about to take that risk, she needed to play another game well before midnight.

Looking at the board, Hanae rolled the digital die to see who would go first. The oni got to go first. KINDA for thirty points, both sides of the D had punishment word tiles. Her letters: EOIHRNN. With the timer at three seconds she swiftly but reluctantly played the only thing she saw: HONKER for 13 points, narrowly avoiding the punishment word tile above the H.

The oni cringingly played **** along the end of HONKER for 43 points, making FE, and OR. Hanae now had UAITWON. Her only safe one between the PW tiles that got her any real points was ATWAIN for 9. But then the oni played HM for 14 points. But that was a 7 point scoring word on a punishment word tile? Oh! The PW also had the double and triple letters scores and double and triple word scores on them so when the oni played on them, the oni was able to jump out far ahead.

'Cheater!' Hanae thought angrily. She had UOSSVOE. She had to do it or she'd definitely lose. She played VOCES for 28 points with the V on a double letter punishment word tile and the E on a double word score punishment word tile.

Then the oni played VIRL for 21 points on the bottom left corner, cutting off any chance of her winning. Her last word with: UOSPPMT. Despairing, she played OHMS for 9 points off the HONKER, avoiding adding any more punishment words, but losing the game, again.

The oni smiled and words appeared on the screen: "Choices: Choose A: I choose from any of the words played today for all punishment words. Or Choose B: Play another game and if you win you get zero punishments but zero rewards today."

After how she just played, Hanae knew she had very low chance of success and Choice B would just give another game to rack up more words. "I choose A."

The words from the game swirled in front of her:

****

VOCES

ATWAIN

OHMS

VIRL

HM

HONKER

KINDA.

Slowly, all but three faded away: OHMS, ****, VOCES. Hanae paled. The only other one she had really been worried about was HONKER. She frowned, why three?

The oni answered her unasked question: "You used two punishment words in the process of putting one word on the board. They count separately." Then it faded out and her new words slid over to append to the list already there.

Groaning, Hanae opened her homework and started working through Chemistry equations. As she was working, she gradually felt uncomfortable sitting there as she was, but couldn't seem to find what about the chair had changed. Then she realized her discomfort was due to low grade, repeated shocks to her inner thighs, shocks that were slowly moving up her thighs between her legs. She spread her knees and looked on the chair to see what was there but the shocks went away immediately. Shaking her head, Hanae brushed the chair off and returned to working on the next equation, closing her knees back together again.

"Ouch!" This time the shock wasn't on her inner thighs, it was directly on her clitoris and a lot stronger than it had been. "Oh no." Testing a theory, Hanae gingerly started to move her knees back together from the post shock spread position and before they had gotten within 6" of each other, the shock returned, even stronger.

Gasping, Hanae shifted her knees so that they were spread the minimum distance apart before the shocks started: about 8", but a few seconds later the low grade shocks started on her inner thighs again and so she reluctantly spread her knees until her outer thighs were pressed against the chair arms. But the low grade shocks turned to medium shocks so Hanae scooted forward in her chair until she was sitting on the front edge and slowly increased the spread of her knees as the shocks indicated. Finally the shocks stopped when her legs were spread at least 90 degrees apart. Thankfully, she was wearing a long, A-line skirt with plenty of folds that would allow the spread without compromising her modesty but this would be problematic if she had to constantly sit like this.

Then the shocks started on her legs at the hemline of her skirt. Sighing, Hanae pulled the hem of her skirt up and the shocks stopped, for a grand total of two seconds before they started anew at the new hemline. Hanae again went through the battle of trying to find how long her skirt could be to cover her until she discovered that she was not allowed to sit on the fabric of her skirt, and the skirt could not dip down more than an inch from a flat plane defined by the tops of her thighs. This was problematic given that the way she was sitting meant that the only method possible was to trap the skirt against the chair legs with her thighs.

These changes to her posture made, Hanae again tried to return to her Chemistry work but now she was blushing like mad, trying to ignore how this posture made her feel. Putting her feelings aside and putting on a brave face, Hanae finally finished her work and then decided to call it an early night.

Hanae went to her closet and changed into her silk panties and pajamas, then climbed into bed. And fell into a deep, troubled sleep, awoken by her alarm and a kiss on the lips. Shocked awake, Hanae's eyes flew open and saw no one standing above her. Looking blearily around, she turned off the alarm and sat up in bed, forgetting her new contractual obligation for a split second until: "Owwww!"

Hanae snapped her knees wide and feeling the shocks beginning that tingling again at the hemline of her silk pajama pants, she pulled them off while rolling back on the bed. That finally seemed to do the trick of letting her close her legs without getting shocked, initially. But when she went to get normal pants, the process of sitting up shocked her with her knees together, so she spread her knees until she had finally stood up. Trying to close her knees while standing again caused shocks, but now she was allowed to keep her legs so that her feet were only shoulder width apart. Walking over to her normal black slacks she suddenly realized she wouldn't be able to wear them to class. Hanae was allowed to lie down in pants, but not sit with the hem between her legs. Attempting to put on panties suddenly resulted in the same problem: a hemline between her legs causing sharp shocks.

Hanae realized this wasn't going to work, she would have to negotiate the terms of this most recent contract otherwise the combination of skirts, no panties and spread knees was definitely going to be an issue for class. But apparently, fishnet stockings didn't count as a hemline between her legs, yay.

Hanae put on her favorite sweater and long skirt and stood in front of her mirror: "Okay Hanae, you got this." Or, at least, that is what she tried to say. But when she spoke, her voice made no noise. Hanae tried to say: "Ow!", but that didn't work either . Trying to think through what had changed since her earlier talking to herself while changing, Hanae sighed and removed her sweater. "Okay Hanae, you got this." Her voice was intelligible at half volume. Half covered, half volume.

Hanae went back to her wardrobe and found a short-sleeve Navy blue silk blouse that was opaque, and covered most of her torso, and a skirt that ended at the knees. No joy: her voice was too quiet. She put away the opaque blouse and hesitantly grabbed a freshly washed, partially sheer blouse that Ailis had somehow left behind the last time she was here. Now, after donning the blouse, her voice was loud enough to be heard intelligibly. But she didn't want to go in public wearing a sheer white blouse. She ditched the sheer blouse and blushingly cut one of her older opaque short-sleeve blouses off 4" below the breasts. Still too quiet, but after another cut and now with her waist and stomach starting 2" below the breasts now visible, Hanae could finally hear her voice loud enough again. Not ideal, and the situation definitely needed negotiating, but she wouldn't entirely stand out in the hot, humid Southern air. In fact, a large percentage of students wore considerably less than this during the height of summer, but Hanae couldn't and wouldn't do that at college. At least, not of her own volition.

Hanae slipped on a pair of black 4" high heels she had bought the day before and was finally able to leave her dorm room, only to stop in shock as a man walked up behind her and pulled her skirt to the floor and then pulled her blouse over her head when she bent down to pull them back up, and she crouched at floor level, swiftly pulling her clothes back on.

Hanae stood up stiffly and covered her torso with her bag and looked around quickly for the person that had just done that.

"Are you okay?" A passerby asked.

"Not entirely, did you see the guy that just, the guy that did... that. My clothes, so..." Hanae asked, "Where'd he go?"

"Ummm. That was me, I'm standing right here, are you okay? Did you hit your head or something?" He asked.

"No, I didn't hit my head, um, why would you do something like that?!" Hanae looked at him, shocked.

"Okay...? Drama queen much? Sheesh, funny way to respond to a polite greeting." The guy turned and walked away.

Hanae was extremely confused, but knew, just knew, that a new contract was to blame. Hearing her mother's voice about good girls and going to class and wanting very seriously to just ignore it and dive back into the safety of her dorm room, Hanae started to go back in when she felt her fingers go up to her nipples and give them both a sharp pull and twist. "Owwie!" Hanae whimpered and let the door close without entering and her hands finally dropped from her now very sore nipples. Looking around and seeing no one else except for the back of the guy disappearing around the hallway corner, she walked to the elevator.

The doors opened and Hanae saw there were two people in the elevator so she stepped back and was about to take the stairs when her fingers pinched and twisted her nipples again. "Hmm!" She stepped forward into the elevator and her fingers let go again. She blushed furiously and turned around, ducking her head and avoiding the gaze of the two people there.

"Ahhh!" Hanae squeaked in quiet, frozen surprise as the guy on the left slipped a hand between her spread knees and cupped her bare pubic mound from behind. His other hand went under her shirt and started to grope her breast. She tried to close her knees to stop the hand between her legs but the sharp shock to her clitoris kept her knees spread. Trying to push his hands away resulted in further twisting of her own nipples. All of this activity attracted the attention of the other guy that had been buried in his phone and now she felt his hand on her right breast, kneading like it was trying to work dough, which given the recent high sensitivity was driving her nuts.

*Ding!* The elevator bell finally went off and Hanae was able to quickly step away and leave the building at a fast pace, outpacing the other two as they went their separate ways, neither one bothering to say anything to her.

Hanae walked into the cafeteria and grabbed a fruit and granola plate, thanking whoever was listening up there that no one was around at this time of the morning. She sat and ate her breakfast in a corner booth, knees spread, sitting far forward on the booth chair.

Ten minutes later, "Ohayou, Hanae-san! Asagohan? Tonari-ii?", a familiar, friendly female voice startled Hanae out of her thoughts.

Hanae looked up at the slightly bowing Yua, a fellow classmate she had started to hang out with. Yua was a first generation immigrant from Japan and had gravitated towards Hanae, partially because Yua was still having difficulty with her English and Hanae spoke fluent Japanese. She was a little taller, and a little more buxom than Hanae, which Hanae did not, repeat not feel any jealousy towards her for...ahem. Yua had dark black hair, a round face, and a nice smile that she reserved for rare occasions.

"Ah, Yua-chan, morning," Hanae said, her hand flying to her stomach to futilely hide the gap in her shirt. She gestured to the seat opposite her. "Gomen, could you sit across? My clothes are...fuku ga, chotto..."

Hanae gave a helpless, vague wave of her hand that finished the sentence for her. "I have to get to class soon anyway."

"Ah, taihen da ne," Yua said, wincing in sympathy as she slipped into the bench seat across the table. "Gomen. Is okay. Also have classwork... must finish before next class. But saw Hanae-san sitting here, so..."

Yua pulled a notebook from her bag, eyes cast to her notebook to provide the requested privacy.

"Yua-chan... have you see Ailis-san today? I texted her, but I've received no reply. Maybe... she is sick? Or in Professor Thorndike's office?" Hanae asked, sliding sideways on the booth, preparing to get up.

Yua looked up from her notebook, tapping her chin. "Ailis-san? No... today, not yet. Maybe have morning class early, so..." She tucked her hair behind her ear and her eyes went wide as she caught a glimpse of bare midriff, then hurriedly looked back down at her notebook and carefully wrote a note in the margin.

Hanae blushed, slid a leg out of the booth and then rotated her other leg to start the process of standing up and gasped as her knees got too close together. "Ah, right. An early morning class is possible... thank you, Yua-chan. Gomen, I really have to go! I need to talk to Professor Thorndike before class." Hanae finally managed to stand up, used her bag to cover her oni-curse-driven braless state, bare midriff, and perpetually cold and prominent nipples as much as possible. "Gomen, mata ne!" Giving a quick half bow, fighting to keep her legs together during the bow, Hanae then quickly soft stepped out of the cafeteria as quietly as her 4" high heels would allow.

A few tense minutes later, Hanae pulled her skirt up off the floor from the results of a passing male classmate and knocked softly on her Professors door. "What is it?" The voice came through the door.

"It's Hanae, Sir. May I come in?" Hanae waited for the suddenly ecstatic assent, and opened the door to see her Professor standing up and coming around his desk quickly, looking her up and down eagerly.

"Come, come, sit here." Professor Thorndike pulled a chair from in front of his desk to over by his chair and patted the seat. He waited for her to come in and close the door before standing so that she would need to go between him and her chair.

Breathing in deeply, Hanae flushed and moved toward the chair, stopping with a silent gasp as his hand reached up beneath her top to tweak her cold nipple. But he didn't stop her from sitting, so she continued moving and sat down, spreading her knees.

Professor Thorndike sat down in his chair and asked: "Now, what can I do for my favorite undergrad? You know, I found out you are in my class because you want to be an import logistics engineer, is that correct?"

Hanae steeled herself and nodded.

Before Hanae could get to why she was there, Professor Thorndike continued: "The world of intentional finance and law is tricky and very difficult. I'm glad you've started coming to my office more frequently, and I think I can help you as your current undergraduate advisor and later as your graduate advisor. I found a local South Korean company that is building a manufacturing hub for computer chips for consumers and AI systems. Would you find my influence worthwhile?"

Hanae's eyes widened. She'd heard of the company, of course she had. They were building a 125 million square foot facility in the area, trying to edge out the state next door before their competitors could get their own 100 million square foot fab facility online, and the company desperately needed skilled workers. Lately they were starting aggressive local recruiting campaigns, but trying to get interviews with no experience and few direct connections was difficult. This would be a massive help, and could begin to repay the familial debt she owed for the large investment her father had made into her private school and university education. Hanae nodded, her bag sitting on the chair in between her legs. "I greatly appreciate the offer, Sir, but I would hate to impose on your generosity."

"Not at all! It's easy, the recruiters a friend I made when I was vacationing in the Philippines." Professor Thorndike leaned back in his chair and studied the bag between her legs and looked up at her expectantly.

"I would be honored to accept your offer, Sir, but wouldn't wish to impose on your time." Hanae politely refused a second time, hoping he would offer a third time.

Professor Thorndike looked pointedly at the bag between her legs and then smiled. "Seriously, it's no trouble at all. Spending so much time with a pretty woman such as yourself is not a burden in the least. I'm happy to make the introduction." He had spent enough time overseas in international areas that he knew exactly what she was doing, and she knew he knew what she was doing, but he was still not behaving as a Professor should...

Hoping that by gently refusing to drop her bag to the floor, Hanae was intending on using that to drive her first negotiation point. She needed people to stop groping her and she needed to be able to wear full coverage clothing. She really would love to know what she was getting as 'Compensation' for these contracts but she wasn't willing to constantly pay more contracts to know it. She also needed to be able to sit with her knees closed, but the first two were higher priorities. "Sir, may I request negotiation for some of my contracts?"

An eager look crossed his face as Professor Thorndike replied: "Certainly! Now, for your first contract negotiation, let's say my offer is this: We can negotiate a contract of your choice if any time you enter into and are in the process of contract negotiations, you do so while squatting, with your fingers interlocked behind your neck, and in a place the person you are negotiating with can see you head to toe. Acceptable?"

A pained look crossed her face fleetingly as Hanae nodded, then set her bag on the ground beside the chair, and moved to squat in front of the chair, her legs maintaining their wide spread and she firmed up her back to keep it straight so she wouldn't fall over, before hesitantly interlocking her fingers behind her neck. She blushed and cast her eyes down a little before asking: "Does this meet your approval, Sir?"

A satisfied sigh left his mouth and Professor Thorndike said: "Oh yes. Now, which contract did you wish to negotiate?"

"May we negotiate the one that has me being groped and my clothing removed in public, Sir?" Hanae asked, blushing as she said the words.

"Hmm. Your stats show your physical arousal spiked about 15 times in the last twenty minutes before you knocked on my door. Was that from groping or having your clothes removed?" Professor Thorndike asked.

Blushing and stammering, Hanae replied: "I-I-I'm not certain, each time was accompanied by b-both, Sir." She swayed a bit and shifted her grip.

"Hmm. I get more enjoyment of the thought of others groping you than just stripping you when I'm not there to see it, so here is my counter proposal: The groping stays. But they cannot strip you in public locations if you agree to remove and fold all of your clothing and place it in a box/secure location that can be locked where you don't have access unless someone else unlocks it for you before you knock on the door to request entry of your superiors." Professor Thorndike looked delighted with this change.

Hanae blanched, but this was somewhat better because it removed the public shame to a private location so she hesitantly agreed.

"Excellent! Go and do so now please." Professor Thorndike said, smiling.

Shocked, Hanae paused silently before she stood up and hesitantly walked out the door, then closed it. Looking around, she didn't see anything that would fit the bill for what he had asked, but then his door opened again and Professor Thorndike grunted as he wheeled a lockable filing drawer cabinet out and set it on the ground next to his door.

Professor Thorndike put a sign on top that read: "Syllabi and homework assignments in top drawer. Take from top drawer as needed." Professor Thorndike then placed a key in a specific spot for her, under the top drawer edge. "Drop this key in with the rest in the bottom drawer when you're done."

"Yes, Sir." Hanae replied quietly to his back as Professor Thorndike entered his office and closed the door again. She heard the lock of the office door click shut with a resounding thud. Slowly, Hanae squatted to the floor, sliding her skirt down as she did so. She stepped out of it, and gently folded it before rolling open the bottom drawer and placing her skirt in the drawer.

Hanae hesitated, but thinking of the next contract she needed to negotiate, she unbuttoned her blouse carefully, slipped it off her shoulders, and covering her breasts with one arm, awkwardly folded the blouse and laid it in the drawer. Then, she slipped first one shoe off, then the other and they went in the drawer. She carefully rolled her fishnets down and folded them, and placed them on top of the blouse. Hanae then dropped the key in the drawer and taking a deep breath, rolled it closed. She stood back up, and still keeping an arm over her breasts, knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" Came Professor Thorndike's voice.

Blushing, Hanae tried to speak but her voice caught before she cleared her throat and said: "It's Hanae, Sir. May I request entry?"

"Why, certainly! One moment while I unlock the door." Professor Thorndike could be heard rustling around in his office for a minute before the door unlocked. "Oh, my! Hanae, you're naked! What brings you to my office door without any clothes on?"

Staring at him in shock and embarrassment that he would call attention to it like this in the hallway, Hanae was quiet for a long moment before replying: "Sir, may I take a moment of your time to discuss something with you?"

Professor Thorndike smiled and beckoned her in: "Come in, come in. I was just doing some sorting. Why don't you find a spot to let me know why you're here before class?" He sat down in his chair, and smiled warmly at her.

Moving next to his desk within his eyeline, Hanae took a deep breath and jerked as her clit reminded her her knees had to stay apart. Squatting, she pulled her left hand behind her neck, leaving her right arm over her breasts. Then, hesitantly, she drew it up and interlaced her fingers behind her neck and said: "Sir, may I request negotiation of another contract?"

"Certainly! Hmm. Let's see, from now on, when you enter the space of a superior, you shall crawl the entire time, unless you are sitting, squatting like you are now, or must stand for a specific reason. Acceptable?" Professor Thorndike was having entirely too much fun with this.

Nodding shakily, Hanae asked: "Sir, I am deeply grateful for your offer of employment assistance but I need an sorry to trouble you to request that you also give relief from the clothing and voice contract. To perform well in school, I am sorry but I need to be able to speak and the reduction of coverings causes me significant embarrassment."

Disappointed, Professor Thorndike looked like he was about to flat out refuse to negotiate, and was shaking his head, when Hanae snapped her knees closed, ignoring the sharp shock to her clit, went to her knees, brought her hands down and laid them in her lap and bowed at 45°: "Please, Sir, let this wretched student beg this boon of you! I am so sorry to trouble you with this."

"Hmm. I was going to say no, but you already took yourself out of the negotiation process for me. You might try again, and I'm impressed enough with your sincerity, I might just grant your request." Professor Thorndike steepled his fingers and he sat back in his chair with a satisfied sigh.

Freezing, Hanae realized she had broken her negotiation position and would have whimpered as she realized she'd have to pay another fee to start again, but the continued shocks to her clit distracted her and finally made her snap her knees wide. This also made her realize the only position she could be in that would allow for closed legs was when she was lying down. She struggled back up into the negotiation position and asked to negotiate again.

"Hmm. How about this, you must greet and say good bye to your superiors with a kiss on the lips. Agreed?" Professor Thorndike asked.

Hanae froze and then nodded. She repeated her earlier request and this time Professor Thorndike thought for a long moment and finally replied: "I like seeing you with less clothing, so, lets adapt it like this: You may have your voice back if, and only if, you agree to wear a chastity belt of my choosing with keys maintained by your superior. But, your chastity belt only gives you your voice up to 100% of normal if the clothing would normally be at 50% vocal capacity or greater."

Hanae protested: "I really need relief for both, Sir! Please pardon the outburst." Then realizing her error, she breathed in and said quietly: "Oh no."

"Tack on the following: you now have to wear a cat collar 24/7." Professor Thorndike said.

Closing her eyes, and realizing she couldn't take another contract negotiation now, Hanae also realized she needed any relief she could get. So she nodded.

"Brilliant! Come here then please." Professor Thorndike said.

Hanaes' eyes snapped open and she crawled over to Professor Thorndike. She looked on in surprise as he reached into a drawer and pulled out a black leather collar. It had a gold bow tie and small bell on the front. Hanae waited, feeling flushed and her breathing hard as she felt his hands on the back of her neck, fiddling with the collar. She felt a click and then realized the collar had likely locked on.

Next, Professor Thorndike again reached into the drawer and removed a chastity belt. This belt had a clear plastic modesty panel in front that failed to disguise the battery casing and leads that were attached to the soft, flesh colored probe sticking up just behind the modesty panel. "Time to get this on you."

Hanae started backing away a bit, she didn't have to wear it, she could choose not to wear it and just wear a little less clothing to get her voice back. But the shame of not being fully covered was crushing her. To be even less covered to have access to her full voice? That was too much. She needed her voice to do classwork, to talk to employers, to talk to her family. What to do?