Her cotton tail

You noticed as soon as she approached the mother pounced upon her daughter. You could only watch the rapid movement of her cotton tail. Mia squealed continuously as the mother. Her mother ripped her 21 year old daughters shirt off her body. Her exposed breasts bounced up and downs and side to side as she struggled on the floor. Her mother pulled her into the center of the room by her hair. Mia collapsed on the ground. Her mother pulled her up to her knees. "Stay," she commanded as she fetched the bags from the entrance of the room.

She pulled a pair of nipple clamps, and attached to them to Mia's perky B breasts. Tears streamed down her daughters eyes. "Don't you dare cry those crocodile tears you little sow," she fumed as she smacked her daughters face. The mother attached a chain to both clamps, and then dug further in the bag. She then began attaching weights.

"Yes, Mommy," she whimpered.

"I'm not your Mommy. I'm Mistress Bunny and you are no longer Mia you are sow," she snapped as she thrust on another weight. The sow squealed in pain.

"If the good Master hadn't accepted dating you, you would not be in this house sow," she snapped.

"Yes, Mistress," sulked sow.

"No one said you could talk," snapped Mistress Bunny. Mistress back handed sow silent. Then attached a scolds bridle. The metal mask was the shape of a floppy eared sow. "From now on you grunt like a pig once for Yes Mistress, and twice for No Mistress! Do you understand pig," snapped Mistress Bunny. Mistress Bunny continued to dress her daughter. Her hands were given pigs feet gloves with similar shoes. Her neck was attached large metal collar with cow bell.

Meanwhile her daughter only grunted once to reply to her new Mistresses instructions.