"What have you done to me?!" Stephanie demanded, looking down at her getup.
"This is your new 'at home' outfit," Jeff said with a laugh. "From now on, this is what you'll wear when the family is at home. Or less. Oh, and you have to do anything I say, anytime I say it. Right, Slave-mom?"
Angela, who had kept her eyes on the floor as ordered, said, "Yes, Master Jeff. That's right." Steph gasped in horror.
"Look at Steph, Mom! Isn't that a great outfit?"
Angela looked up, and gasped in amazement, and then a slow grin went over her face as she looked at her little girl. "She looks like a slave and a mistress at once, Jeff!"
"Exactly! Sis, not only do you have to do anything I say, but Mom has to do anything either of us says!"
"Really?" Steph said doubtfully.
"Sure! Tell Mom to do something!" Jeff suggested.
Stephanie looked nervous but a little intrigued as she uncertainly ordered her mother to...