"What if he freaks and tells on me?" she asked. I had a solution to this problem. I would hide in a closet while Ben and my wife played around. If thi...gs went fine then I'd receive a hell of a treat with a perfect view of my wife with prick-zilla. But if Ben freaked and tried to report my wife, I could say I was home and witnessed that nothing happened.The next evening approached when she was supposed to ‘tutor’ Ben. She was nervous. She said that she would wear a dress that would show her nice. ’ ‘Glad too.’ She sat quietly while he locked solid steel cuffs, padded on the inside with leather inserts to avoid chaff, to each ankle and each wrist, then locked a length of chain sufficient to permit walking between her ankles and another sufficient to permit use of her hands and arms between her wrists. A three inch wide steel collar was locked around her neck. All she said was, ‘They’re heavy.’ ‘They’re meant to be,’ I replied. ‘Is this all?’ she asked. ‘Yes.’ She simply nodded. I was. Why was she not wearing a bra? Why did she have a different look in her eye? How can I remove those images from my mind when I am with her? How do I take the next step forward? What can be the next step forward? Which step can I take, so I don’t mess up all the progress I have made?Sitting on the couch, thinking about these things, I decided to go up to her and live in the present and not in my imagination. So, I stood up and went to her.Roohi was in the kitchen preparing the evening tea and. Had she really become that much of an exhibitionist in such a short time? The look that Ross gave her indicated that he was serious about her exposing her breasts and was getting impatient. Slowly, the submissive mother undid her dress, button by button, voices in her head were shouting… ‘you’re enjoying this… slut… slut… SLUT’. Susie wanted to say something… her mind was confused. She knew Ross had control over her… but why was her mother doing what her brother was asking her to do? Was that.