When the man at the gym catcalled her, Danica tried to ignore him. But when he went on to say that she’d better exercise harder if she wanted to be the prettiest fuckdoll in the gym, she couldn’t help herself, and punched him.
She saw it as justified; but her lawyer told her the court would probably not agree, and urged her to take the fairly generous deal the man was offering her. It was humiliating, sure, but it was better than going to jail, right?
And so Danica found herself back in the gym in a skimpy new outfit. She blushed as she addressed the room full of exercising men.
“I acknowledge that the only reason I need to exercise is to make my body attractive for men,” she said, her cheeks red with shame. “And that I should dress with that goal in mind.”
The clothes she was wearing had been chosen to humiliate her. Her tits were entirely unsupported, and each time they bounced it reminded her what a big-uddered whore she was. When they inevitably bounced free of her top it put her on display to the whole gym as the decoration she was; and she was forbidden from rearranging her clothes until she had finished her workout, which gave her an incentive to finish quickly. And she agreed that if just one man at the gym complained that she was rude, bad-tempered or aggressive, she would lose her right to have her pussy covered as well…
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