Jeff looked at his grinning mother, and said, "Now, Slave-mom, we need to talk about Dad and Stephie. I have to decide if they should get to see you like this!"
"They'll have to, Darling," Angela said with an evil smile, "how can I be a good slave if you can't let them see me in my slave-suit?"
Jeff, realizing his mother really was willing to go along with his whole fantasy, sighed happily and said, "But what if they object?"
"Then we change them!" Angela laughed. "I want your father to be a slave too, just like me!"
Thinking of the change he'd made to his mother's tattoo, Jeff grinned. "Good idea, and guess what? I'm going to make Stephie my slave too, but you and Dad are going to be her slaves! She'll be my second in command!"
For the first time Angela looked a little nervous. "Are you sure, Jeff? I mean, I don't mind being your slave for a while, but your sister has a mean streak!"
"Tell me about it!" Jeff said ruefully. "For a 12 year old she's a terror! But there are two things we need to get straight right now, Mom! Mean or not, you're going to be her slave too, it's my decision not yours! Understood?"
His mother nodded. "Yes, Master Jeff."
"The other thing is that you're my slave from now on, not just 'for a while'! Is that understood?"
"But I-"
Jeff pressed a button on the chronivac, and his mother...