Chapter 12

"Good evening Sally, where are you going with my pet?" Betty asked pleasantly.

"Hello Betty. Helen and Carrie have told me about their arrangement with you to help with Nancy's training. I guess they have not had a chance to fill you in on my involvement?" Sally continued to caress Nancy's buttocks under the miniskirt of her maid's uniform. As she smiled pleasantly at Betty, her fingers trailed down Nancy's ass crack and back up again, causing the girl to shudder.

Betty noticed her neighbor's reaction and merely waited for Sally to continue. After all, she was in no position to react in a possessive manner regarding Nancy. The woman who used to be her neighbor was now her pet, but only when and if her mistress allowed it to happen. Helen, and to a lesser extent Carrie, were the owners of Pet. She was just a friend with benefits. She intended to maintain that friendship with the teenage dominatrixes, in order to continue her persecution of her nemesis.

"You see Betty," Sally continued finally, "Helen and Carrie have arranged for Nancy to come to work for me in my temporary help business. She wants to learn how to be the very bestest little domestic possible. Don't you Sweetie?"

By this time, Nancy was dripping pussy juice down her legs into her pumps, as Sally continued her attack. She had now inserted a thumb into Nancy's ass, while rubbing her love button with the tip of her middle finger. Nancy strived mightily to suppress a moan as she looked at Sally and then Betty and softly replied, "Yes ma'am, I want to work hard and please you and your customers."

As the dominant bull dykes heard these submissive words being uttered by the pathetic victim standing there between them, they exchanged a knowing look. Betty spoke. "Well that sounds like you have a very willing pupil here Sally. Does this mean that I must come to you when I need some servicing from my pet?"

Sally smiled at Betty as Betty reached out and cupped Nancy's pussy and felt Sally's finger busy at work. "No Betty, of course not. Whatever your arrangement with Helen was, it remains the same. I am just making sure that Nancy's days are full. I mean we can't have the little bitch sitting around on her ass, can we? And they just can't take her to school with them every day, so they are putting her to work."

"Ok, well I have to get some supper ready for Frank," said Betty as she removed her hand and coated Nancy's lips with juice from her own pussy. "Just let me know when you have her available though. I might want to buy some more time with my slut. Sometimes you just can't wait for your night if your cunt needs some TLC; know what I mean?"

"Yes of course I do Betty and I will be publishing a schedule in the neighborhood paper soon. Look under "Domestic Services" in the Services Iffered section. I am sure you will recognize your girl there."

After parting, Sally and Nancy quickly walked to Sally's home, just a couple of blocks away. Sally prodded her one time friend toward the round table in her dining nook and then sat, without indicating Nancy should do likewise. Nancy stood in her servant's high heeled pumps, the cum from earlier having dried between and down her thighs. She automatically placed one hand within the other behind her back and lifter her chin, stuck out her chest and forced a smile that she knew was expected of her.

Sally paid little heed, other than to note that Nancy's behavior was acceptable. She rifled through her thin briefcase and quickly found the agreement she had prepared earlier. It was only about 10 pages and contained a lot of boilerplate legalese. Although it was fairly standard wording, Sally had worked with her attorney to fashion an enforceable agreement that did not mention slavery once but had the effect of committing anyone who signed their name to just that. If services were withdrawn without Sally's permission, the financial penalties were significant. Sally knew every comma, but pretended to peruse the document in order to keep her subject in the uncomfortable "standing at attention" pose for a period long enough to bring tears to Nancy's eyes. Finally just as her knees were threatening to buckle, Sally looked up and barked, "SIT."

Nancy pulled out a chair and sat down, first smoothing her miniskirt carefully.

Sally then handed her an expensive-looking pen. "Sign!"

Nancy took the document and pen and glanced at page one and saw ... The party of the first part, herein known as "Slut", nee Nancy Johnson... (Sally had even gone to the trouble of learning her maiden name). As she looked up at Sally and opened her mouth to speak, Sally shouted even more forcefully, "I SAID SIGN THE FUCKING CONTRACT YOU FUCKING SLUT PIG! CAN YOU HEAR ME, CUNT?"

Nancy shut her mouth instantly, like a mousetrap being tripped, and flipped furiously to the last page and filled in the date and moved quickly to the signature line.

"Wait, how are you signing, Cunt?" Sally inquired.

"I was going to sign my name, Nancy Brenner," she replied.

"You will sign it like this, you stupid Cunt! 'SLUT, aka Nancy Johnson.' OK?"

"Yes Ma'am," Nancy meekly replied as she returned to signing the contract.

Sally grabbed the signed document and affixed her signature on the line clearly marked 'Owner and Manager of Chattel.'

"Now get on your feet, I have some things to go over with you before you are returned to your Mistress."

Nancy rose and it was obvious that she was fighting the urge to speak, as if afraid to ask the question she desperately needed the answer to.

"Well, what is it, slut? What do you want to say to me?" Sally demanded.

"Er, well I was ah wondering if I should have a copy of the contract, please ma'am?" Nancy managed to squeak out as she cringed as if expecting a blow.

Sally just looked at her, without anger but with some disbelief as if to say, "What a nitwit you are!"

"No, you do not get a copy. I do not give copies of documents to bimbo sluts, who are standing before me, agreeing to do what they are told. You will pee when and where I tell you to pee. If I say you eat shit you will ask if you may use a fork, please ma'am, understood?"

Nancy did indeed get it. "Yes Ma'am."

"I have gone over the contract word by word with your Mistress, so you need not worry your pretty little empty head about it, ok. Obviously I will deliver a copy to her for her records. If you like you can convey that message to her, that's fine. I mean you are capable of taking and delivering messages, are you not, you simple-minded bimbo?"

Nancy was taken aback but the ferocity of Sally's attack. She had been insulting Nancy all night, but the delivery of this latest diatribe was so calm and deliberate that it was more scary and sinister than anything the woman had previously said to her. Nancy was able only to reply, "Yes Ma'am, I will tell my Mistress what you said about her copy of the contract."

"Good, now let's go over some rules. I have had them written them down and put in a booklet for you by another bimbo I know who is a little more intelligent than you. Someday maybe you can move up to girl Friday or even sexy secretary.

"Would you like that my sweet little slut?"

"Yes Ma'am, that would be wonderful," replied Nancy, who was now on auto pilot.

"Ok, good. Now let's run over the highlights. First, obedience. It should not even have to be mentioned. Not only do you obey me, but of course my customers who are paying for your services. If they want you to scrub their bathroom toilet with a toothbrush, you get your ass down on that floor on your knees and start scrubbing. If they want you to crawl on your belly and suck on their toes or their shoe or anything at all, you crawl and you suck. Is that understood?"

"Yes Ma'am"

"Good. Fucking good. Now the next thing is that you must keep yourself clean and looking your best. You must anticipate the customer's wishes and try your best to meet his or her desires. If they want a slut, you will be a slut. If they want a virgin, then do a virgin. School girl, tom boy, pony girl, hooker - what ever. And always you will be clean and well kept. Unless, of course, they want some filthy pig. Then you will go out and root in the mud and shit and whatever to achieve that end."

"Now let's get you home. Carrie will be wondering where you are. You know she is not at all happy with the way you treat her father. You had better start working to please Ed Brenner or she will find a way to make you sorry you are a lazy good for nothing slut who doesn't even know how to make a man happy. You have a mouth, you have a pussy, you have an asshole, and you have hands. My God woman, use your gifts and make him want to use you for the slut that you are. If you don't then I can see the day when Helen tires of you and Carrie simply sells your ass to me and I will put that ass out on the street. You follow? The street is not where you want to be girlie, it is not a nice place. The men that you find there are not nice and you will not last long. Now let's get going."