Chapter 11

On the drive home, Helen and Carrie chatted back and forth about the events of the day. Nancy sat with her thoughts and wondered why she was being ignored completely by her daughter and her mistress. To Nancy, the day was entirely about her, and it was a mystery that so much had apparently occurred in their lives which did not include her. There were their boyfriends and gossip about this girl or that and juicy stuff about Mr. Cramer, the sexy new math teacher, and Miss Horton the spinster who still had no visible means of sexual gratification ha, ha.

Helen, always the trainer, was demonstrating to Nancy that while she had the ability to make her life interesting, and in many ways very humiliating, she was just a pet. She was not an equal and she was not Helen's only interest. In fact her lot in life at this point was to sit quietly and politely until her mistress called upon her to make some contribution. This lesson lasted the entire fifteen minute ride to Carrie's house. Nancy was somewhat disturbed when she herself thought, "At last we have arrived at Carrie's house." She was no longer the lady of the house, she thought. I am like a family servant, or the family pet even.

"Come along then," she heard Carrie say forcefully as she opened the rear door and stood back for her mother to exit. The door slammed, the girls faux kissed and then Helen backed quickly out of the drive and was gone. Gone without a goodbye, a wave, or even a look. The day had been traumatic, and Nancy would have cried tears of joy if her mistress had pinched her nipple hard and called her a dirty slut. But she got nothing, and she trailed her teen daughter into the house, head down and slut heels sadly clicking along on the driveway.

Carrie was also pondering the new order of things. For a brief moment, just when she saw the rear tail lights of her friend's car fade away, she wondered what now? In the time it took to stride into the house, however, she instinctively knew what must come next.

"Follow me!" she barked as she tossed her book bag and entered the kitchen.

"Hey, monkey," she said cheerily to Rose. "How bout you run off to see your buds while I talk to mom about something, ok?"

"Sure Carrie," she cried, always happy to visit her friend Ronnie. It was really Veronica but she preferred the shortened version, and it had stuck some time ago.

"Get me a beer."

Simple as that, no shouting, no put down, no threats. It was time they both accepted that the mantle of authority had been transferred. Their foray out into the world had clinched that; Nancy could not spend a whole day on her knees and then have any illusions left. And after watching her lick and suck every smelly snatch on the cheer team, Carrie had no respect for her mother, nor fear that her word would be challenged ever again.

"Put your apron on first so you don't soil your uniform," she chided her as she passed. She couldn't resist a possessive pat on her mom's cute naked butt. Nancy had looked for her thong after her ordeal, preferring a least a meager slut's covering to nothing, but her daughter had pocketed them before her third pussy had been finished off.

She was speed dialing Sally by the time Nancy returned, a cold one in her right hand and beer glass in her left. She looked darling in the flouncy short apron, Carrie thought, grinning as her maid poured. "Hi Sally, whatcha doin?"

Sally Henniman was a family friend, living just down the block from the Brenners. She was a few years older than Nancy and her and her husband Bill used to see Ed and Nancy quite regularly. Nancy has cooled that arrangement and Ed never learned that it was a partially successful pass Sally made one night that caused Nancy to reconsider. The pass was made to Nancy rather than Ed, and was only deflected by feelings of guilt after an afternoon of rather steamy mouth to pussy sex in Sally's bedroom.

Sally was one of those women who are easy to befriend. She always wore a big smile and would usually be referred to as a classy lady by one and all. The fact that she was a domineering sexual predator was not nearly so widely known. But Nancy knew her for that, and although she did not dislike what they did, she was afraid of Sally for what she could make her do if she had a mind to. Sally was philosophical about it all. She thought Nancy was one hot submissive cunt, but there were a lot of those in the sea.

She was pleased when Carrie came by a few weeks ago, and again every so often since then. She never mentioned the change to Nancy, actually she hardly saw Nancy anyway, other than a way and distant good morning across the yards that separated their houses. She was very intuitive in that way women are and was patiently waiting for the proverbial shoe to drop. Then a couple of weeks ago it did, as she served Carrie and her friend Helen their second beer of the afternoon and mulled over their proposition. It was obvious the girls had done their homework or they would not have been so bold to suggest that Sally become a part of their pet project. Maybe it was the beer or just the sheer audacity of their thinking that had her grinning ear to ear and eagerly saying yes, but whatever, she was, as they say, in.

Bing bong.

"What are you waiting for, get the door, maid. Or do you want to answer it in the nude?"

"Please Ms. Carrie, I don't want Sally to see me like this, you don't know what she's like!"

But Carrie did know. Nancy was the one who did not know. She had been sent from the room during the phone conversation, so while she knew Sally was no doubt standing on the step out front, she did not know why her daughter had asked her over.

"Just get it and no more back talk or I will get daddy's belt and blister you."

Issue resolved.

"Good evening Sally, won't you come in," Nancy said, trying to sound as normal and non-committal as possible. She was hoping for the best but expecting the worst.

"Is that how you greet guests that have been invited to the home, Nancy?" Sally replied. Sally was not smiling her patented smile. The Sally standing in front of Nancy was not the friendly Sally. Sally was all business. Speaking of which, Sally ran a temporary help agency, mainly from a small downtown office but also out of her home. She did well because she was savvy and had eliminated the competition one way or the other.

"What the hell kind of get up do you have on Nancy? You look like a silly middle age woman with a Peter Pan complex and a cheerleader fetish." Sally did flash a brief wry smile at that one. She was prone to amusing herself with her own cleverness.

Nancy continued to hold the door open and stand there wordlessly, exhibiting a kind of ridiculous parody of the sitcom maid for a middle class white family. Except she was white too. She wanted to shut the door fast on this former friend, but she felt rather than heard her daughter/mistress approach.

"Sally won't you please come it. Please excuse the maid, she's new and dumb as a post," Carrie laughed as she shoved her mother aside and stepped forward and greeted the older neighbor with a cheek kiss and hand clasp. Sally entered.

"Cocktails, Nancy. Sally what do you feel like? I am going to have a martini."

"That sounds like a winner," Sally flashed the energetic teen her biggest grin.

They settled in the living room, in the good chairs.

In a low voice that Nancy would not overhear in the kitchen where she was busily putting together the drink order, Sally got down to it. "So I see you have started. Has she accepted the situation like you and Helen imagined she would?"

"Sally, she is my maid. Did you not see her and hear her? She may have little lapses occasionally, I mean after all it has only been three days, but believe me when I say she has accepted the harsh reality of it all. You should just think of her as my domestic and do your part the way we agreed. As Helen told you, everyone has to play a part in her re-education. We need a united front. You can only make a slave if the person was meant to be that, wants and needs that. Nancy is only being made to do what she really was meant to do and must do for her own good."

"Ok, ok you have convinced me. Besides I am excited about it, too; it is going to be such a hoot. I find myself thinking about it during the day, almost every day since you brought Helen over and suggested it."

Just then Nancy returned, mincing carefully in her boots so as to not to spill the two cocktails on her tray. She set them down carefully and prepared to return to the kitchen so as to enjoy the one she made for herself.

"Don't go Nancy," said Carrie in her, Lady-of-the-house-to-domestic-servant tone. "Sally has a proposition that I think you should consider. We all have come to the conclusion that you have lazed around and sponged off of my father for long enough now."

Carrie paused and shot a smirking smile at her mother who, true to her submissive nature, remained silent and let her eyes drop to the pointy toed boots as a blush of embarrassment soon enveloped her face. Carrie was in no hurry. She noted that her mother's knees were trembling slightly and she weaved a bit from side to side. Sally was enjoying immensely the scene being played out before her, but she maintained a business like demeanor. "NANCY! You will be so kind as to show respect and look your mistress in the eye please!"

"Yes, Miss Carrie, I am so sorry ma'am," Nancy quickly replied. Her eyes snapped up to her daughter's face, shifted to the blank stare of Sally Henniman and quickly settled back to the mock-furious glare of her mistress.

"That's better. Please remember your training Nancy, or we will have to reinforce it with more lessons and stronger discipline. Now please listen as Sally has an important offer for you to consider. Sally, you have the floor. What can your company do to help my maid contribute to the income of this household?"

"Yes. Well Carrie, I think I have just the thing to ease a stay at home mom back into productive society," Sally began as she opened her briefcase. It was an expensive, very thin leather case and Sally drew out some official looking contracts as well as brochures and advertising material.

Sally smiled up at Nancy as she passed some pictures of young to middle age females in maid attire to Carrie. "Now as you can see, these girls are working in homes as maids. They all wear a uniform so there is no doubt as to their function there. They are to serve and maintain the home. Sure, they have to do some grungy work, but it is honest work. And, more importantly, they bring home a check at the end of the week. So tell me Carrie, does that sound like something that would interest you for your Nancy here?"

"Yes I think it does," Carrie murmured as she sifted through the pictures. Sally smiled up at Nancy, whose legs were starting to ache from standing so long in her tight high heeled boots.

"Great, now does your girl have a uniform befitting her situation or does she flit around looking like a teenybopper cheer leader all the time?" Sally laughingly asked.

"No, I...", Nancy began.

"Yes you do, pet. Go get it. And bring the heels we bought you to wear with it, you look ridiculous in those go-go boots," Carrie ordered.

Oh, yes Nancy thought as she hurried back to her little room. They had made her dress as a maid. So much had happened today that she had simply forgotten. And they had said Sally was going to hire her as a maid. It's just that she had never dreamed that they were serious.