She stepped behind the camera, and snapped several photographs. ‘Oh, no, honey, just wait there,’ replied Girl. ‘Just checking if they’re real, baby,’ said Girl. She couldn’t think of the last time another person had touched her boobs so directly. Girl looked down at the result shown by the tape, then grabbed Claire’s left tit in her hand and squeezed painfully. She pulled it tightly, and Claire felt it dig into her breasts uncomfortably. She stepped forward with a measuring tape and ran it around Claire’s bust. Slowly, she took off her shirt, revealing her lacy pink bra and the huge soft tits it encased. Maybe it was just like a medical examination. I need to get your measurements.’Ĭlaire didn’t like this at all but felt trapped. The leather felt cold and rough against her skin. She had just finished buckling the collar around her neck. A shining tag hanging from it read ‘Claire’. Which reminds me, we have one for you.’ She passed Claire a leather dog collar. ‘Oh, it’s on my tag, just like everyone here,’ replied the receptionist. ‘I didn’t catch your name,’ said Claire nervously. ‘We just need to do your ID card, and then we can take you through to see everyone.’ Come right this way.’ She stood up from behind the desk and led Claire through a door, into a small meeting room. ‘Work experience,’ finished the receptionist. Hesitantly, Claire approached the receptionist. Looking at the pretty receptionist made Claire uncomfortably aware of her tits, and the way that they were bouncing and rubbing against the inside of her bra as she moved. Her blonde hair was cut in a trim but attractive style her skirt was short but her blouse mostly hid the large tits that Claire was always embarrassed by. The tag said 'Girl'.Ĭlaire herself was more modestly dressed. It even had a round name tag attached to it.
It was definitely a dog collar, not a choker. She was dressed in smart business clothes but with a plunging neckline that revealed much of her breasts and a black leather dog collar. Only on a closer look did Claire notice they were all wearing dog collars. One wall showed a photo collage of smiling women. And so Claire found herself on a Monday arriving, nervous and scared, at the fifth floor offices of the political think-tank colloquially known as Titcage.
They famously released nude and compromising photos of prominent women to destroy their reputations, and were rumoured to have organised several unsolved rapes committed against feminist lobbyists.īut Claire’s mother didn’t follow politics and was set firmly in the belief that any organisation run by intelligent men would be a good and respectable place for a teen girl to be educated. But work experience during the school holidays was compulsory for seniors and despite her best efforts she couldn’t convince her parents or teachers that the so-called Committee For Gender Equity was against women, not for them.įunded by church groups, conservatives, and the world’s richest men, the organisation existed for one purpose: to change community and government attitudes to women and restore women to a role solely as sextoys, housekeepers and breeders.
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