He owned Laya, and both her sisters, and the way he would have them dress in the morning was by bringing all three naked to a room.  There would be a pile of clothes on the floor – most of them slutty, often with a type of clothing (like shirts) scarce or entirely un-represented.  He would tell them they had an unknown amount of time, measured in seconds, to get dressed, and they would have to go out into the world dressed exactly as they were when he told them to stop, without further adjustments. 

Then he would watch them fight amongst themselves for the chance to dress somewhat like nice girls instead of like whores, hurriedly pulling on whatever they could find and clawing at each other, before finally making them stop with bras undone, panties pulled halfway up their thighs, tits or cunts exposed.  And he would remind them that smart, nice, modest girls would have managed to dress themselves, that their current appearance was entirely because they were useless sluts, and then make them take a humiliating walk around the block in their inadequate outfits.  Any girl who tried to adjust her clothing after being told to stop, or tried to use her hands to cover any exposed flesh, would be made to do the walk with the fingers of one hand buried in her snatch.

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