The sluttiest clothes she ever seen

The clothes hanging in the room were micro shorts, mini skirts, tube tops, crop tops, corsets, bikini tops, ... On the floor there was only high-heels, stiletto, platform, knee-high boots, ...

"We don't have all day ! Put something on !" The man said

And with that, Vanessa got another shock from her collar, which made her scream in pain again. She fell on her knees as her legs betrayed her, but she **** herself to stand up again, too scared to get another punishment. Quickly looking through the clothes, Vanessa picked a crop top, micro short, G-string, fishnet stocking (ordered by the man) and stiletto high-heels.

"I look like a whore..." She said.

"That's the point !" The man told her. "Now, follow me."

"Wait ! What do you mean ?"

Vanessa followed him as he answered.

"What do you think we're doing here ?"

"What ?? No ! I didn't sign up for this ! I prefer prison !"

"Too late, you signed up for this. But don't worry, once you're used to it, you won't regret your choice !"

"I don't want to be a whore..." She whined, tears in her eyes.

The man brought her to another room in the corridor, inside was what looked like an hairdresser. And a woman was waiting there, with flashy make up, heavily tattooed, wearing a large collar with a ring, and a black bikini.

"Crystal, prepare her a little bit, she looks like shit !" The man said.

"Ye, bossh, came bock in, like, a half or some..." She said with a strong accent Vanessa couldn't pinpoint.

The man then left and Vanessa was left with the woman eating some gum and looking at her from head to toes.

"Sit ! Wa've lots to dah !" She ordered her.

Vanessa took the opportunity of the man leaving to plead for her freedom.

"Please, I don't... Aaah !!!" She said, before getting a shock.

"Sit !" Crystal repeated.

Vanessa grabbed the seat, crying and sat in it obediently.