Once inside, he escorted her to his family room where he had constructed the device upon which she was to spend the greater part of the evening. Tom h...d taken a sheet of plywood on which he had mounted a thin mattress. He had mounted this on an easel-like device with what looked like two half gear wheels for the purpose of adjusting the 'bed' to various angles. She also noticed numerous holes which had been drilled through the plywood and mattress. 'Let's get started,' he said. Tearing her eyes. She ruled her home and husband very well and had raised her two daughters and her son according to the precepts of Nouveau Femme. Mrs. Carrington was proud of her.As Thomas was now 18, it was time for his full unveiling as a properly-raised young man. Jane had invited select friends and family, all ladies, to her home for cocktails and treats and she was beaming with pride over her handsome son.Thomas was wearing a beautiful white thong pouch panty as he greeted each lady or group of ladies at. Why do I have to go?"My wife got pissed off, looked at her with a nasty look, looked at me, said nothing, and walked out.After she'd gone, my daughter looked at me and shrugged."Sorry, I didn't mean to be a bitch. But she's just on her horse this week. I dunno. Maybe she's ragging it." Karson said.Shannon laughed."Dude, she's like 55 years old or something. Chicks that age don't rag it," Shannon said.I couldn't help but laugh. It was hilarious hearing some of the shit this seventeen year old. This took someof the pressure off my arms that were still securely fastened to thespreader bar above my head. She then produced a leather waist to anklewhite hobble skirt. This was exactly like the black one I had worn, butit matched the color of everything else I was wearing. "When I get you into your dress, we'll zip this up, and you'll be forced to walk like a pretty little lady." It was about this time that Mistress Cissy came back into the room. She was dressed in a formal gray business.