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Elody knelt, and released the chains around Alexandria’s ankles. Then she rose, moved behind Alexandria, and popped open the handcuffs.
Alexandria immediately pulled her knees together to protect her wet, shaven cunt, and brought her hands up to cover her naked breasts.
Elody immediately slapped at Alexandria’s hands, hard enough to sting, and Alexandria jerked them away.
“Titsy!” Elody snapped. “I know you’re ashamed of those giant cow udders – anyone would be, they’re disgusting – but I did *not* give you permission to cover them.”
Alexandria blushed. The urge to bring her hands back up in front of her breasts was strong. She *was* ashamed of them, in front of Elody, with an intensity she had never felt before. Everything Elody did seemed to call attention to Alexandria’s tits and pussy, and she kept talking about how dirty Alexandria’s cunt was, and how ridiculously oversized her breasts were…
Elody slapped her again – this time on the left breast. It hurt.
“Titsy!” she chided. “I just corrected you. What do you say?”
Alexandria tried to think. What did Elody expect of her?
Then she remembered.
“Yes, Mistress,” she mumbled, blushing. “I’m sorry, Mistress.”
She hated this. She had never been inclined to be respectful. When she had been running her company, she had regularly referred to her female employees as “bitches” or “cunts” when she had been displeased with them, and she had gotten away with it, because she was pretty and rich and successful. The mere idea of being *forced* to be polite to someone grated on her – particularly a vicious little trophy wife like Elody – and having to call her “mistress” was intolerable.
She wondered again whether she would be better off taking her chances on the street – but she was still naked, and Elody had made it clear she would not be getting her clothes back if she decided to back out now.
Better to get her hands on whatever outfit Elody had in mind, and then consider her options.
In any case, Elody seemed satisfied with Alexandria’s apology.
“That’s better,” she said. “Now, follow. We’re going to go upstairs and find you some of those cow clothes we talked about” And she turned and headed towards the staircase.
As Elody turned, Alexandria couldn’t help but feel a wave of sudden insecurity. As much as she hated the cruel little bitch, she had to admit that Elody was pretty. Her red hair was gorgeous, and in the latest and cutest style. Her full sensuous lips and cute button nose would surely have any man falling for her. Her tits were small, but attractive. And her ass, as she turned, was fit and inviting.
By contrast, Alexandria couldn’t help but feel old – even though she was only 29 – and feel as though her breasts *were* grossly oversized. She blushed, unable to control the thought.
But Elody was still moving, and Alexandria was still just standing there, nude. She shivered, and hurried to catch up.
Alexandria had only just reached the base of the stairs, with Elody a few steps up, when Elody stopped, and turned.
“Oh, ew, no,” she said, her cute nose wrinkling. “That won’t do at all. Do your udders *always* flop around like that, Titsy?”
Alexandria blushed. “No,” she said. “I usually wear a bra…”
“Well, you’re not wearing a bra *now*, are you, Titsy?” said Elody. “And I can barely hear myself think over the sound of those giant fuckbags slapping against your chest with every step. Lift them up.”
“What?” asked Alexandria, confused.
Elody looked at her as if she were stupid, and then made a cupping motion between her own B-cup breasts. “Lift. Them. Up,” she said, speaking slowly as if to a child. “Honestly, Titsy, are you developmentally disabled as well as cow-titted?”
Nervously, Alexandria cupped her breasts, one in each hand, and lifted them up. She was careful to confine her hand to the underside of each tit, to avoid any suggestion she was disobeying Elody’s warning not to cover them. The end result made it look like she was offering up her breasts for Elody’s approval.
“Good cow,” said Elody. “Now, I don’t ever want to hear the sound of your tits flopping around again, do you understand, Titsy? When you’re all disgustingly nude like this, I expect you to carry your udders, just like you’re doing now.”
“Yes, Mistress,” said Alexandria, her face bright red with humiliation. “I’m sorry, Mistress.”
“Hmmph,” said Elody, apparently not sure if she was satisfied. But she turned, and began climbing the stairs again, and Alexandria followed, cupping her tits as she had been ordered to.
At the top of the stairs was a hallway, with many doors coming off it, and Elody led Alexandria to one such door, and showed her into the room behind it.
It seemed to be a rarely used room. Half of it was stacked with cardboard moving boxes, some opened, some still sealed with packing tape. The rest of the room was bare, save for a large dog bed in one corner. It was pink, and the word “BITCH” was stitched in black along one side.
“Oh, do you have a dog?” asked Alexandria immediately. She liked dogs.
“Oh no,” said Elody. “That was for Cameron’s pig of an ex-girlfriend, Kylie. After Cameron married me, she turned up one day begging for money for some project or other she wanted to fund. As if Cameron owed her something! I explained to her that if she wanted money she shouldn’t have been such an ungrateful whore when she was dating Cameron, and she should go find a new rich man to slut up to… but if she was too lazy to do that, we might consider funding her if she agreed to sleep naked in that dog bed every night and legally change her name to ‘Bitch’.”
Elody laughed. “It turned out she didn’t want the money *that* badly.”
Alexandria was horrified. “Was that Cameron’s idea?” she asked. “To make his ex-girlfriend sleep naked in a dog bed?”
Elody frowned. “Titsy, we have a very clear division of labour in this house. Cameron manages his business and his work, and I manage the household and guests. There are a lot of dumb sluts who think they can take advantage of Cameron and mooch off his money and achievement, and Cameron trusts me absolutely to put them in their place. And if I have an idea, you can be sure that it is *also* Cameron’s idea, and that he supports it completely.”
She reached out and pinched Alexandria’s left nipple.
“Do you understand me, Titsy?” she asked.
“Yes, Mistress!” squeaked Alexandria. “Sorry, Mistress!”
Elody smiled, and released her nipple.
“Good cow,” she said.
She turned and pulled open the cardboard boxes, and began pulling clothes from them. The most obvious item was a black and white French Maid outfit, complete with lacy frills.
“Cameron bought these for me,” she said, “back when he just didn’t *understand* our relationship. Ew, as if I would be some kind of *serving wench*. And he’s a darling, but he has *no* idea of my measurements. These would never have fit. They would have fallen right off me.”
She turned back to Alexandria. “I think they’ll be a little tight on you, Titsy, but they’ll probably do. And we can buy you some alternative outfits later, if things work out. You can start with these.”
She passed Alexandria a pair of pink panties. Alexandria looked at them with horror. They had a hole cut out in the crotch, and they would do nothing to conceal her pussy.
“Don’t be precious, Titsy,” chided Alexandria. “We didn’t do all that work to clean and shave your disgusting little twat only to hide it away. Put them on.”
Alexandria did as she was told. As she had feared, her pussy mound poked out of the hole, on lewd display. The panties actually drew attention to it, and made her feel more exposed than she had been when she was fully nude.
“Cute,” said Alexandria. “At least by cow standards. And now we have to do something about those udders.”
She rummaged around in the cardboard box. Her tongue poked out of her mouth cutely as she focused her attention. Alexandria stood awkwardly, and waited, still struggling with the urge to cover her tits.
Finally Alexandria made a satisfied noise. She pulled a long band of stretchy fabric out of the box, and a small tin of craft supplies. From the tin she extracted a handful of thumbtacks, and she pressed these through the band to create a spiky patch about a foot and a half long. She then doubled the band over, so that the second loop held the thumbtacks in place.
Then she went towards Alexandria.
Alexandria recoiled. She wanted no part of the evil-looking thumbtacks.
Elody slapped her tit. “Hold still, cow,” she said.
“What is that?” asked Alexandria.
Elody slapped her twice more. “God, why do you think your opinions *matter*, Titsy? It doesn’t matter what this is. Either you’re letting me put it on you, or else you’re going out the front door. Which is it going to be?”
Going out the door wasn’t any more attractive than it had been a few minutes ago. Alexandria shuffled nervously, and pouted – and then lowered her arms and let Elody do what she wanted.
Elody looped the band over Alexandria’s head, so that it ran around the back of her neck, and turned the section with the thumbtacks to the front. She then pulled this down and ran it beneath Alexandria’s large breasts, with the tacks pointed up, and released it.
Alexandria yelped. The band was pulling her tits upwards, rather like a bra – and pressing the points of the tacks into the underside of her titflesh. They were in no danger of drawing blood – she wasn’t sure they could, no matter how much pressure was applied – but they still stung like little wasps.
“There you go, Titsy,” said Elody. “Of course we don’t have a bra in the house that’s anywhere near big enough for those mountains of fuckmelon you have, but this should give them a little lift, and stop them from flopping around whenever you go anywhere.”
“Why do they have the thumbtacks?” winced Alexandria.
“Well, mostly because I find it funny,” admitted Elody. “Don’t you think it’s funny, to torture giant sex-balloons like yours?”
Alexandria did not.
“But also it should help you learn to slow down and not bounce your fuckbags everywhere,” said Elody. “I imagine you’ll be moving very carefully while wearing that.”
She held out the maid outfit. “Now, put this on, Titsy.”
The maid uniform fit better than Alexandria had thought, and she honestly didn’t know how Cameron could every have thought it would flatter the body of the petite Elody. It was clothing designed for curves – curves which Alexandria had, and Elody did not.
There was a cute little maid bonnet that complemented the outfit, and finally there was a pair of black high heels. Elody had Alexandria sit in the dog bed, and lift her legs, and Elody slipped each of the heels onto Alexandria’s feet – while staring down evilly at Alexandria’s newly-shaven pussy, so lewdly displayed by her crotchless underwear beneath her maid skirt.
The shoes came with what Alexandria had thought were fancy buckles – but once the high heels were on, Elody demonstrated that they were really locks. She clicked each one shut with a tiny key, which she clipped to her necklace once she was done.
“There you go, Titsy,” she said. “If you need them off, you can ask me for permission. Get up now.”
Alexandria staggered to her feet. Her tits bounced against the cruel thumbtack strap as she rose, making her wince.
She had never worn heels this high. They were uncomfortable on her leg muscles, and it took constant attention just to keep her balance on them.
Elody held up a mirror, and when Alexandria looked at it, she went bright red.
She looked ridiculous. She didn’t look like a maid – she looked like a porn maid. Big-titted and bimboish. If she had seen the woman in the mirror in a movie, she would have assumed her duties had more to do with sucking cocks and being fucked than cleaning or cooking.
“It suits you, Titsy,” said Elody, smiling. “Say thank you.”
“Thank you for dressing me, Mistress,” mumbled Alexandria.
“Give me a kiss to thank me, you disgusting cow-titted animal,” said Elody.
Confused, Alexandria stepped forward, leaned in and kissed Elody lightly on the lips.
But Elody didn’t want just a light kiss. Her hands reached out. One grabbed Alexandria’s hair, and pulled, forcing Alexandria forwards, mashing her lips against Elody’s until she feared they might bruise. The other grabbed Alexandria’s tit, and squeezed, pushing the thumbtacks into her tit flesh and making Alexandria whimper with pain.
Her tongue pushed between Alexandria’s lips and explored Alexandria’s mouth.
And it felt good. Alexandria could feel her pussy moistening. What was wrong with her? Why was she responding to this… this sexual abuse?
After nearly a minute, Elody broke the kiss. She pushed Alexandria away, making her stagger on her high heels, and then she spat on Alexandria’s face.
“Disgusting,” she sneered.
Then she stepped forward, following Alexandria’s retreat, and pushed her backwards again. Alexandria’s back hit the wall, and then Elody was on top of her, pinning her in place.
Elody’s hand snaked downwards, under her skirt, over her panties, into the cleft of her unprotected pussy. Her fingers spread Alexandria’s labia, and then probed into her fuckhole.
Alexandria whimpered again – but this time with lust. She wanted Elody to push deeper – to fill her up – to penetrate her…
But instead, Elody withdrew her fingers – and then deliberately wiped them across Alexandria’s face, smearing her with more of her fuck-juices.
“See?” she said. “Disgusting. Aren’t you, Titsy?”
Alexandria blushed, and looked down.
“Yes, Mistress,” she said, quietly. “I’m disgusting.”
Elody laughed, a cruel, giggly sound. “Oh, wow, even a cow can learn, maybe. Well, come along, Titsy. Now that you’re all dressed, let’s see if we can find something that you’re not too stupid to do…”
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