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As Elody drove, Alexandria squirmed in the passenger seat.
Elody couldn’t be serious, could she? She wasn’t *really* going to take Alexandria to legally change her name to “Titsy McMelons”?
But it was obvious to Alexandria that the route they were taking did not lead back to Elody and Cameron’s mansion. Alexandria was driving deeper into the city.
Finally Alexandria could bear it no longer.
“Mistress,” she said, “I don’t want to change my name.”
Elody looked at Alexandria. Then she pulled over and stopped the car. They were on a street lined with shops, with pedestrians walking past.
“Get out,” Elody said.
Alexandria looked around nervously. She was wearing her slutty maid outfit, and even with all her recent embarrassments she didn’t really want people to see her in it. Plus they were a long way from the mansion, and Alexandria had neither a phone nor money.
“Mistress?” she asked.
“I’m serious, Titsy,” said Elody. “Get out of my car.”
“I’m sorry, Mistress,” said Alexandria. “Never mind. Let’s just keep driving.”
“No, Titsy, you need to learn a lesson,” said Elody. “Get out, or I swear I will scream, and keep screaming until someone comes to save me from the disgusting big-titted lesbian cow who climbed into my car to sexually assault me.”
Alexandria hesitated.
Elody screamed.
She made no attempt to restrain herself. It was high-pitched, horrid and incredibly loud. Alexandria jumped, and immediately opened the car door and jumped out.
People were definitely looking at her – and at Elody. But nobody seemed about to intervene. Yet.
“Good cow,” said Elody, in a normal voice as if she had never screamed. “Now come around to the driver’s side window.”
Alexandria quickly scurried around to the driver’s side. Now she was standing on the road. Traffic was light, but she still kept close to the car to avoid being hit by passing vehicles.
Elody wound down her window. She looked up at Alexandria.
“Lean closer, Titsy,” she said. “Press in close so no one can see those disgusting udders of yours.”
Alexandria did.
Elody reached out and lifted Alexandria’s breasts out of her uniform. If Alexandria hadn’t been so close to the window, her tits would have been visible to everyone – and now that they were exposed, Alexandria didn’t dare pull away.
“Ew, I can’t believe I’m touching your oversized fuck-sacks,” said Elody.
She reached into her purse and pulled out a chain with a clamp on each end. She placed a clamp on one of Alexandria’s nipples, and then began to screw it tight.
Alexandria squeaked. She felt stupid. She knew that a smart, wealthy executive like her should absolutely not be letting her friend’s trophy wife torture her breasts in public. No normal woman would be letting this happen. And yet Alexandria didn’t seem to know how to make it stop.
Elody put the other clamp on Alexandria’s other nipple, and tightened it too. It hurt.
Alexandria could do nothing but wince through the pain and hope Elody would be merciful.
But mercy was not on Elody’s mind. Now that Alexandria’s tits were connected by a length of chain, she gripped the chain in her fist and pulled.
Alexandria had no choice but to flatten herself against the car to reduce the pain in her nipples. Her head was outside the car but her torso was flat against the window and her breasts were wholly within the car.
Elody laughed, and pressed the button to wind up the window.
Alexandria squealed as the rising window glass squished into the base of her tits, trapping her between the window and the doorframe. Her tits were trapped inside the car. She made an experimental try at pulling away, but even if Elody wasn’t pulling on the chain attached to her nipples, it felt like she couldn’t pull her tits past the window anyway.
“Titsy,” said Elody now. “If you don’t change your name, the police will arrest you, and I think they will rape you. And then you will go to a jail where all the other dykes will rape you every day. And maybe you will enjoy that, but I think prison dykes can be very creative in making sure that you hate it very much.”
“Please, mistress,” begged Alexandria. “Wind down the window.”
“Look at you, Titsy,” said Elody. “You’ve gone and got your whorish cow udders stuck in a car window. How stupid must you be to let that happen?”
Alexandria had been thinking that herself.
“You can’t be trusted to make decisions for yourself, Titsy,” said Elody. “When you make decisions for yourself, you go and get your fuckbags stuck in car windows, see? So you need someone else to make them for you. And I *really* don’t want to, because I swear it’s like looking after an *animal* – an animal that pisses on my floor and humps my leg – but Cameron asked me to shelter you, and I do love my Cameron, so I’m going to do the best I can to make your decisions for you, Titsy.”
She looked at Alexandria. “But I absolutely will *not* be questioned. Do you understand me, Titsy?”
Alexandria wiggled helplessly in the window. Her tits hurt.
“Yes, mistress,” she said. “I understand.”
People were looking at her. They still didn’t seem inclined to help.
“You do not need to understand my decisions, Titsy,” said Elody. “You are too stupid to understand my decisions. You will simply obey. Do you hear me?”
“Yes, mistress,” whimpered Alexandria.
“I don’t think you do,” said Elody.
And with that, she started the car, and began to pull away from the curb.
Alexandria’s eyes widened in horror. Her tits were still trapped in the window and Elody was still holding her tit leash. She took a couple of tottering steps on her high heels to keep up as the car began to move.
“Stop!” she cried. “Please, mistress, stop!”
“Tell me why you need to have your name changed, Titsy,” said Elody. She was still rolling the car slowly back onto the road.
“Because… because of the police,” said Alexandria quickly. “Because I told the police my name was Titsy.”
The car kept rolling. Elody wasn’t looking at her. They were away from the curb and heading onto the road now.
“Because it suits me!” said Alexandria. “Titsy suits me! Because of my disgusting tits!”
Elody still didn’t stop.
“Please, mistress,” begged Alexandria, trying to keep up as the car slowly began to gain speed. “Please. I’m Titsy. You can call me Titsy. My tits are so disgusting. I need my name changed. Please. I’m sorry I’m a lesbian slut. I’m sorry I pissed on your floor. Please. I need to be called Titsy. I need it. Please.”
Elody started to accelerate.
Alexandria was doing a sideways jog now, unable to move away from the car. She was terrified she was going to trip, or a heel would break, and she would be suspended entirely from her tits, dragged along by her udders alongside a fast-moving car.
“Please!” she screamed. She was crying now. “I’m stupid! I’m… I’m too stupid to understand why I need my name changed. It doesn’t matter. I’m too stupid. It’s your decision. I need you to decide my name for me. Please, mistress, please, I’m so stupid, my tits are so gross, I need to be Titsy….”
Elody abruptly released the chain, and wound down the window enough for Alexandria’s tits to come free. She stopped the car in the middle of the road.
“Get in,” she said, without looking at Alexandria.
Alexandria gratefully ran around to the passenger side, opened the door, and got in.
As soon as she did, Elody grabbed her tit chain again, with the hand she used to work the gearstick. She started the car again, and with each change of gears her hand pulled painfully on Alexandria’s tits.
Alexandria didn’t mind. It was better than being trapped in the car window.
“Thank you, mistress,” she said.
“Thank you for what, Titsy?” asked Elody.
Alexandria knew what to say.
“Thank you for teaching me a lesson,” she said.
“Good,” said Elody.
And they drove on.
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Everyone stared at Alexandria, wearing her slutty maid uniform, in the government building that Elody took her to. They rode the elevator, and on the third floor they found a bored clerk handling change of name applications.
Alexandria watched in horror as Elody explained that her “cow” wanted to “change its name to Titsy McMelons”. The clerk barely blinked, and provided paperwork. Elody filled it out and gave it to Alexandria to sign, and with no other choices, Alexandria appended her signature, expressing her consent to ending her birth name and legally registering her as Titsy.
“Now we’ll update her driver’s licence,” said the clerk.
“Oh, absolutely not,” said Elody. “Titsy is far too stupid to drive, and I’m not sure it can even see the steering wheel or gearstick over those giant meatsacks on its chest. You can go ahead and cancel its licence.”
Titsy opened her mouth to protest – and then thought about the conversation that would follow. It would be a conversation where she would have to explain that she didn’t consent to these degradations at all, and then she would have to explain why she was dressed like a whore, and then Elody would call the police, and Cameron would stop solving Titsy’s financial problems and turn those over to the police as well. And then…
Titsy closed her mouth, and watched as her legal right to drive was removed.
The clerk then moved on to issuing a legal proof of identity to replace her driver’s licence. Elody asked for a card that showed Titsy’s gender as “cow” and displayed her breasts.
“After all, no one would recognise Titsy from its face,” Elody explained. “Its gross giant fuckbags are its only memorable feature.”
The clerk explained that such an identity card wasn’t legally valid and would be useless for identification purposes. Elody sighed with frustration – and Titsy sighed with relief – and Elody reluctantly allowed the clerk to make a compliant card, showing Titsy’s face in a neutral position and recording her details correctly.
“I’ll keep that one for if Titsy actually needs to be identified,” said Elody. “But can we make a more appropriate one for Titsy to carry around? I’d be happy to offer you an amount to cover the inconvenience – let’s say $200? And if you’d like to masturbate over Titsy’s ridiculous hooters, I feel like a little cum on Titsy’s chest would help create a more appropriate portrait for it.”
Titsy was made to kneel behind the clerk’s desk, and bare her tits, and take the clerk’s cock in her hands and pump it, with the tip aimed at her face, until the clerk reached orgasm and spurted semen across Titsy’s face and tits. Then she was photographed, and her new licence was prepared.
She looked at the final card. It showed her nude from the waist up, with cum dripping from her cheeks, lips and tits. Her name was Titsy McMelons. Her birthdate was unchanged. Her gender was “cow”. A section for disabilities, which on a driver’s licence would normally indicate if she had a vision impairment or other driving-related conditions, instead indicated that she had an intellectual disability, along with “sex addiction”, “lesbianism” and “grossly oversized breasts”.
“One more stop, Titsy,” said Alexandria, and led Titsy out of the building with the cum still on her face.
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The “one more stop” turned out to be a pet store.
“We told the police you were a dog in order to get you out of your little arrest problem, Titsy,” said Elody. “So we had best register you as a dog.”
Elody picked out Titsy a nice leather collar and leash, and then took her to the counter.
The man behind the counter initially explained that he couldn’t register a woman as a pet, but Elody carefully explained how nothing human would have tits as big as Titsy’s, and nothing human would wander around in public with cum on its face, so Titsy must *clearly* be an animal. And she prompted Titsy to confirm that yes, she was a dog, with Titsy did, and she told Titsy to bark, and Titsy did, and then Elody slipped the man a little more money, and that was the end of his objections.
He took a small gun and implanted a microchip between Titsy’s shoulders, just beneath the neck. Then he entered the chip on the state pet database, explaining that Titsy McMelons was a labrador bitch owned by Elody Hornwood. And then Elody made Titsy jack the man off, dumping another load of cum on her face, as her way of saying thanks.
They walked out of the pet store with Titsy collared and leashed, and with Elody holding a piece of paper which declared that Titsy was an animal, and that Elody owned her.
“On the way home you may wipe the cum from your face and your disgusting boobs, Titsy – and transfer it to your mouth,” said Elody. “I expect it to be all in your belly by the time we get home, or there will be consequences. I will lick your tits to test, and if I taste cum, you will be slapped.”
And Titsy obediently began to scoop the cum off her breasts and then suck it from her fingers.
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