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Chronivac Version 4.0

Mom has a few suggestions...

added 15 years ago O

"I just don't know," Jeff went on. "I love the way you look, Mom, but somehow it doesn't seem quite...finished."

"Well, if you want me to be your slave," his mother said slyly, "my outfit could use a little work. May I make a few suggestions, Master Jeff?"

Jeff had to suppress a grin hearing her call him that, but it did sound good! She was grinning too, they were both really enjoying this!

"Yeah!"

"Well, a slave needs chain, doesn't she? Why don't you put some nice metal chains between my bracelets."

"Hmm..how long?"

"Oh, a couple of feet," Mom said thoughtfully, holding up her arms to look at her wrists. "Make them nice and shiny, too! Oh, this is so exciting!"

Jeff tapped a few keys, and the Chronivac did its weird thing. A silvery chain appeared between his mother's manacled wrists, she jerked against it, but now her wrists couldn't get more than 2 feet apart no matter how hard she tried!

"Great!" his mother enthused. "Now, I probably need to be able to walk if I'm going to be a good slave for you...but you don't want me to escape, do you?"

Jeff laughed. "Oh, of course not, Slave-Mom. Do you have any suggestions for how I can make sure you don't run away?"

"Well, if I had a ball-and-chain attached to my ankle, I couldn't very well run away, could I? One so heavy I really have to work to move it!"

"Good idea," Jeff grinned. A moment later, the chronivac had attached a nice heavy polished metal ball, on a chain, to his mother's right ankle-cuff. She tried to lift it, found she could with an effort, and set it down with a sigh.

"That'll do it," she said ruefully. "If I try to run away you can catch me at your leisure!"

Jeff walked around his kneeling, chain slave-mom, enjoying the situation...

"Mom, get on all fours, right now!" Jeff ordered.

His mother looked started for a moment, then grinned and got partly off her knees, taking the commanded position, her new chains rattling.

"Lowered your face to the floor, slave," Jeff commanded. He was standing behind her, as his giggling mother obeyed, leaving her rear end on display through the filmy slave-outfit.

Sure enough, his eyes hadn't deceived him, his mother DID have a tattoo on her butt, now clearly visible to her son...


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