The so-called “Modesty Laws” were allegedly designed to force women to dress conservatively in public. And yet, the way they were drafted created very different results.
To start with, the punishments for female public indecency were amended. If a woman was caught showing her bare tits, or pussy, or ass in public, she could be punished by police. These were on-the-spot punishments, and they took the form of breast whippings or pussy whippings, administered publicly, and severe enough to leave the woman in tears. For repeat offenders, police were empowered to deliver a public corrective raping.
It was an absolute liability offence. It was no defence for the woman to say that her exposure was accidental, or out of her control. Bare tits demanded punishment, and that was that.
To further promote modesty, men were given the absolute authority to alter or adjust the clothing of any woman for any reason. Women were required to hold still for such adjustments, and thank the man when he was done. The only limitation on this was that if a woman was already in the company of a man while in public, only that man had the right to change her clothing.
And finally, women were prohibited from purchasing their own clothes. If they wanted to acquire new clothes, they had to convince a man to buy them. Women would be required to appoint a supervising male for their finances, to ensure their compliance.
Jessica discovered exactly how these new laws work on the first day they went into force. She worked as a solo consultant, out of a small office, with no staff other than her recently-hired male secretary Joel.
On the morning that the laws started, Joel walked into Jessica’s office, grabbed her skirt before she could react, and ripped it off.
“Thank me,” he demanded.
“I’ll do no such thing!” she objected, and squealed as Joel began to grab at her other clothes and tear them from her body.
She managed to get her hands on a phone, and call the police. Joel didn’t seem to mind.
By the time they arrived, Jessica was completely nude, her clothes in ruins on the floor, and desperately trying to cover her tits and pussy with her hands as a grinning Joel stared at her.
“He attacked me!” she cried. “He sexually assaulted me! Arrest him!”
But the police did no such thing. One officer grabbed her hands and cuffed them behind her back, and the other took out a leather belt, and they began to whip her across her large tits. She screamed and squealed, not understanding what was happening.
When they were done with her tits, they spread her legs apart and gave her ten lashes of the belt across her pussy.
Then they explained the new laws to her – how Joel had every right to do what he just did, and how her resulting nudity was Jessica’s problem and no one else’s.
Then they made her thank Joel for destroying her clothes.
When they were gone, Joel explained to her what was going to happen.
She was going to admit to him that she was a stupid bitch, a cunt, and a cow. She was going to give him her house and car keys, so that he could make copies. She was going to appoint him as her “supervising male”, in control of her finances, and the official first point of call for if Jessica had another run-in with police. Then they were going to go to her house, and throw out all her clothes, because she would only be wearing the clothes Joel chose for her from now on.
Jessica indignantly said that she would do none of these things – and that Joel was fired, to boot.
“You have five minutes to clean out your desk,” she told him.
Joel shrugged, and left the office.
But Jessica soon realised she was stuck. If she left the office nude, the police would whip her tits and cunt again – and maybe give her a public raping. She could get another man to come and bring her clothes – except the problem was that Jess *was* kind of a bitch, and she honestly couldn’t think of any men who wouldn’t gleefully take advantage of her in exactly the way that Joel just had.
After an hour of sitting there, naked and helpless, she cried for a little bit, and that made her feel better.
And then she called Joel and asked him to come back.
When he returned, she got down on her knees and admitted that yes, she was a stupid bitch, a cunt, and a cow. She gave him her keys. And then he led her through the process of filling out the web form that would appoint him as her “supervising male”.
“Good girl,” he told her. “Now, I’m going to give you some clothes for me to take you home in. But on the way, we *could* stop in front of a police officer so I can strip you naked again. Would you like that?”
Her tits and cunt still ached from the whipping. She shook her head, very keen to show that she did *not* want that to happen.
“Well, why don’t you show me how grateful you are for your new clothes?” he asked – and took his erect cock out of his pants.
Jessica hadn’t even seen the clothes yet, but she saw that her fate was inescapable. Tears in her eyes, she sank to her knees, and began to suck her subordinate’s cock.
When she had brought Joel to a satisfying orgasm with her mouth – and swallowed his cum like a good girl – Joel showed her the clothes he had brought her.
It was a small pair of white satin panties, a crop top printed with the word “CUNT”, a pair of ridiculous high heels – and a dog collar and leash.
“Put them on, Jessica,” he told her. “This is your new look. Don’t you think you’ll look pretty?”
Many answers occurred to her, but she knew now that her fate was in Joel’s hands – and the most important thing in her life was now to keep this man happy.
So she said the words she would soon become very used to saying:
“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”
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New laws are intended to encourage women to dress modestly in public - but Joel uses them to humiliate and enslave his bitchy boss Jessica.