After a short while of looking you settled on a pink and strapless latex mini dress, which barely covered her crotch and showed a good amount of
cleavage. Just as you both were leaving the store a hunk of a policeman walked up to you: "I am sorry Lady, but it looked like you and your
offspring didn't have a collar. I must ask you to follow me to a registration office so you both could be registered. Don't worry it happened all the
time that some of you sluts forget to renew her licenses."
You don't know what's going on, but you follow the policeman with your offspring until you stand in a dull looking office, where an over endowed
woman was sitting behind a desk and typing at her computer.
"Okay, I please have a sit." As soon as you sat down an the chair you felt a dildo penetrating your count again and humming in strange way. From
the blissful face of your daughter you assume that she was given a similar treating.
"So, I have now recorded your measurements and data via a scanning dildos. It seems like it is your first registration for both you so I will give
you both your new names and occupations, chosen by evaluating your skills. After that I will give you your collars."
The woman typed something on her keyboard and pointed at you: "Your name is now Slutrina Bimbocow and you will work as an officeslut for
BimboTech Industries. Your shift begins at 9am tomorrow. And your offspring...", she pointed at your brat," your name is now Pussyrella
Bimbocow and beginning next week you will start your education at the St. Mary's Whore School to become good slut like your mom."
The she took two pink leather collars from her desk and put them on our neck, fixing them with a small padlock. Each collar has a ring to clip a
leash and a dog tag with our names on.
After that we were excused and left home to start our new lives as registered sluts.