Erica's outfit makes her looks like the office whore

I finally arrive at College, and as expected, I missed the first class. And then we have the fact that I still need to check how Erica is doing, so I don't think I will pay much attention in the second class.

Fortunately for me, my second class today is with Caitlin, my own **** professor. She won't dare scold me for being in her class, looking at my phone instead of listening to her, and no matter what I do, I will have the best note with her. So I can dedicate this class to checking on my sister.

G: Hi, Erika. How is my favorite toy today?

E: I am your favorite, brother?

G: Of course, you are my dear sister. No matter how many girls I put on their knees for me, nothing compares with degrading my own sister. If they ask me what thing I would take to a desert island, that thing would be you, not any of my other girls.

E: Oh, that is so sweet. And it is demeaning at the same time, which is weird.

G: Yeah, but you don't hate it, don't you?

E: No, I don't. But I know it is because of the APP.

G: The APP only helps you understand that true romance does not happen when someone treats you as an equal. True romance is when you are at the place you belong.

E: And that place is at your feet, right?

G: Exactly. And no matter how my words are, I am sure it makes you a little wet.

E: Maybe.

G: Well, you have done what I asked you with your clothes yesterday?

E: Yes, I chose an outfit that I believe will fit into what you would call a 'slutty outfit,' but still appropriate for work.

G: Perfect, and the underwear?

E: No underwear. As you command me, I threw away all my panties and bras. So, even if you ask me to wear it, I can't, because I don't have any left.

G: Don't worry, I won't ask you to wear panties. I don't want clothes that hide your holes.

G: I want to see your outfit.

E: What? Right now?

G: Yes, make a photo of yourself. I want to see your slutty outfit.

E: What if someone sees me?

G: You don't have your personal office? As far as I know, you are not a rookie lawyer, so you should have one. If not, you could always use the bathroom.

E: Of course, I have one.

G: Then you can close the door and take some photos.

E: But...but...

G: If you don't want to do it of your own will, I can give you an order.

E: Well, that will make it easier.

G: But if I give you an order, I will tell you to raise your skirt, showing that you are not wearing panties.

E: Please don't do that.

G: You know what you should do then.

E: Fine, I'll do it. Let me check if no one is looking; I will close my office and send you the photos. Give me a few minutes, ok?

G: All the time you need, sis. I will wait for you.

I wait for a few minutes. Meanwhile, I started to pay some attention to Caitlin's class again. She has found a way to make her classes more interesting; she is teaching about WWI, especially the role of women during that war. And no, it was not the typical speech about how women gained more rights and independence by serving their country by working at traditionally male-only things before the war. No, she is instead questioning if that was good for women. She argues that women couldn't be happier in factories than in their homes. Of course, she is subtle and can't openly admit that women are objects whose purpose is to please men. I know that she is already convinced of female inferiority, but of course, she will be fired if she openly admits that. So, instead, she is arguing that women will be happy if they willingly choose other, more... submissive options in life.

These new Caitlin's teachings are so interesting that I forgot I ask my sister to send me pictures of her slutty outfit. Until I notice a few messages from her asking me if there is any problem.

Of course, I don't have any problems with this outfit. It is so much better compared to the one she used yesterday. Her skirt is much lower, reaching only a few inches below her knees, which is most evident in the photo in which she sits at the table. She also wears a small top that does not even reach her belly button, and even if it does not leave visible her cleavage, it emphasizes her tits quite well, and even I can clearly see that she doesn't wear any bra. And we can't forget about her collar, the proof that she is mine.

E: Here you go. I hope you approve of these clothes. It was hard, and it took me some time because I do not have many skirts below the knees, as you asked.

E: Are you there?

E: What happened? Don't you like it?

G: Sorry, Sis. I am in class, and I was listening to my professor while I was waiting for you.

E: I understand. And the outfit? Do you like it?

G: I love it, especially I love how it marks your nipples. In fact, I can see that your nipples are hard.

E: That's just because they rub against my clothes.

G: Nah, I think it is because you are excited about how I treat you.

E: I feel humiliated.

G: Well, that is not incompatible with excitement.

E: I feel like the office whore when everyone looks at me.

G: You are not an office whore.

E: Thank you, brother. Sometimes you are so sweet.

G: Don't misunderstand me. You are not the office whore, but you are a whore, because the office whore is someone everyone can use in the office. Your coworkers could look at you but nothing more; only I can use you. You are my whore, only mine.

E: And now you are degrading to me. While still being sweet. Thank you, I guess.

G: I told you with me you will receive True Love.

E: I know what love looks like.

G: No, you don't. You have received the love in which you are treated as an equal, which you aren't. True Love is romance and degradation. And that will make you happier.

E: I'm still not entirely convinced of that, but at least I know you won't try to harm me.

E: So, the only thing I could do is let you continue and see if I become genuinely happier, as you said.

E: It is not like I have a say on the matter, right?

G: Exactly, sis. You will do what I say. Remember what I tell you about your opinions, right?

E: That I shouldn't express my own opinions?

G: That you shouldn't have your own opinions. But not expressing is the first step.

E: So, it doesn't matter what I believe love is.

G: No, it doesn't. Because not having opinions means you will believe what I tell you to think.

E: I do not express my opinions, I do not have opinions, I subjugate my opinion to my brother's opinion.

G: You have already memorized your mantra?

E: Of course, I have memorized more extensive texts for my work. I have been listening to it almost since I left your house yesterday. That is enough for me.

G: Good, and your domestication's contract?

E: That one too.

G: I didn't even tell you to memorize it.

E: I know, but I am a lawyer, and that contract defines what my life looks like from now on, so it was appropriate to memorize it.

G: Good girl.

E: I don't have many outfits that fit your definition of slutty. I can't wear the same every day.

G: You have something to do this afternoon?

E: I was about to ask you if I could go to see a friend. Female friend, of course. I know you don't allow me to have male friends anymore.

G: Rejected. It was a rhetorical question. This afternoon you will go to a mall and buy more slutty clothes.

E: Just for work?

G: Buy also something pretty to use when you are with me, and even some sexy lingerie and a swimsuit.

E: Ok, I'll do it.

E: I have a meeting in 15 minutes, so soon I have to stop texting you and get actually to work.

G: Don't worry, sis. I won't be mad because you are busy working. I don't want you to get fired.

E: Thank you for being so considerate, Brother.

G: How many persons will be at that meeting?

E: Five.

G: Including you?

E: No.

G: Why?

E: Because I am not a person.

G: Oh, that is right. How many persons and women will be at that meeting?

E: Five persons and three women.

G: Perfect. I know that you don't believe the last words you said. You only said it because I forgive you for expressing your own opinion about women being persons, including you, and command you to express my opinion on that topic instead. But trust me, soon you will believe it.

E: I have something embarrassing to ask before the meeting.

G: Do not be ashamed and ask.

E: I need to pee.

G: Perfect, you still have 15 minutes before the meeting, right? So go to piss and also take one of your mandatory masturbation sessions you must do at work.

E: In which I won't be able to cum?

G: What does your contract say about that?

E: Orgasms in its workplace are not allowed.

G: Then you have your answer.

E: But I will be horny in the meeting and could get distracted.

G: Don't worry, sis. You won't be fired for the consequences of my orders.

E: Is this another protection from the APP?

G: Yes, it was somehow upgraded today. Minor actions won't cause problems.

E: Ok. Then I will pee, wash my hands and then masturbate.

G: No. Don't wash your hands until you complete your session.

E: Fine. I am going to the bathroom to pee and masturbate. Do you authorize it?

G: Authorized.

With this, we end our conversation. Just right now, her hands are busy doing some other things.

Five minutes later, she texts me, telling me she has finished her session without cumming and will go to her meeting.

I'll pay attention to what's left of Caitlin's class. On second thought, she can be helpful to me, and I think I should tell her about my sister. Caitlin can teach Erica why she should forget about her rights, opinions, and dignity and embrace being my ****. It will be fun to listen to her antifeminist teaching, especially in a private class just for me and my sister where she doesn't need to hold back.

NOTE: I realize in the photos the model is not wearing any collar. Just add it with your imagination. It is impossible to find a model collared in all her photos.