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I could sort of see Mrs. Ladd's point. On a practical level, the thing locked around my ankle accomplished nothing, but on a psychological level, it made me feel inferior, owned and enslaved. It was doing exactly what April wanted it to do. And so, I stood in the Ladd kitchen, stark naked, my poor, tender ass hurting, my ankle securely bound with stainless-steel, obediently washing their dirty dishes, feeling more like a slave than ever.